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Details | Free verse | |

GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi grandpa it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass
Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she doesn't want you to cry.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands
Love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until I grew. 

Hello grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Do you remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina dance
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma lived in
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandmothers favorite scarf.

Hello Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your needed support
It kept you in balance every time we took long hikes in the woods.

Hello grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see grandma
Please tell her hi, and I know you will be there the day I die
Bye, grandpa
Give grandma a kiss, and tell her I miss her

By; PD


Details | Free verse | |

Near Death Experience

Lying silently on my bed, eyes open wide.
Watching as darkness moves in like a heavy fog.
My breathing seems to echo against the cold walls
And my heart beats rapidly as I’m plagued with thought.
Prayer like questions, if I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take, will he take me?
Instantly thoughts go to grandma, surely she’s there,
Surely her open arms will be there to greet me.
Harbouring such thoughts bring to me a peaceful smile.
I start counting all the loved ones I will soon see.
I count them as others count sheep in darkest night
They have become like soft comfort blankets to me
They make my nights less scary, should it be my time.
Soon my weary body gives way to pure darkness 
I slip into a place of total nothingness 
Time stands still and now I am neither here nor there
I am nowhere, floating helplessly forever
Then far off I see a light shining so brightly 
Now I feel once more as my aching body hurts
I moan and roll toward the window lit with sun
Realization sinks in, I’ve made it……one more night.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.01.2014
Anthony Slausen’s Contest:
Near Death Experience
5th


Details | Rhyme | |

Dead tree

Dead tree.

She stands there like she has for years
The life in her all gone
Once she wore a coat of green
And she'd be filled with song
As feathered friends of every kind
Would rest among her leaves
And as in life the same in death
Our tree will never grieve.

So all alone, she looks, this tree
All etched against black clouds
Although the life in her be gone
She stands there looking proud
And all her majesty is seen
By those with eyes to see
I take her picture once again
Try to catch her mystery

21 September 2013 @1920hrs.


Details | Didactic | |

Speak of thee

                                        He is above us in the clouds 
                                run through the fields and speak of thee
                                              He will grow roses

                                       I will be the stem of the roses 
                                       for I shall never leave your soil

                                     You will be the tree I grow beneath 
                                             and he will be our rain.


Details | Rhyme | |

Confessions of a Terrorist...

Behind the dark walls of the prison,
Hiding my face from all in my vision,
Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads,
I wait to be hanged for my misdeeds.

Now I look back to think….

Important member of the Al-Qaeeda,I was,
Given tasty food, and rigorous training by my boss,
I was taught “muslims are harassed round the world,
To help them, grenades and bombs ,I have to hurl.

Arms and ammunitions to me they gave,
To destroy the world, the path they paved.
Rigorous physical training I was given,
On the path of “Jihad’I was driven.

I felt …”me, a class four dropout from school,
To a fidayeen…oh so cool.”
With pots of money  l was lured,
A place in paradise..I was assured.


Reading the  terror email from the Mujahideen,
I was all charged up and excited to become a fidayeen.
With the ammunitions, I was on my way,
On the path of destruction that they laid.
“Explode bombs, shoot and kill”,
They said “that is what was Allah’s will.”
An obedient student I was in their list,
Little did I realize I was a dangerous terrorist!

As I killed and killed and shed innocent blood,
Suddenly, I was shot and I fell down ..thud!
Interrogations by cops continued endlessly on me,
Confusing the cops,I waited for Al-qaeeda to rescue me.

To my rescue, none from Al Qaeeda came,
Hated worldover a terrorist I became!
No one would come I felt
I was misled! I silently wept.

Jihad would never get me paradise,
Fallen in eyes of Allah, I will never ever rise.
I am unable to bear this and want to die,
And face Allah ? In fear and shame I cry.

I neither can live nor die in peace ,
Forgive me Allah, I cried on my knees.
Old, young, man woman, child I randomly killed,
Was this by Allah, in me instilled?

I repent and feel am cursed by all,to hell I shall go,
What mass destruction on earth have I done? Oh!
I have now to face all those I murdered,
What do I answer them, I ponder.

Spread love and peace is the message of God,
I have now learnt the message of the Lord.
I confess ..”Jihad and terrorism are hated by god,”
I sincerely beg “Forgive me all, forgive me Lord!!”





Kindly note :If anyone wants to comment on my poem, kindly note that I am not a terrorist.
This poem is written by me as a message to all the terrorists in the world that peace and love 
is what god wishes.The inspiration is from the recent attacks in Mumbai.


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Elegy | |

I Remember

I remember all the nights we use to play, 
but now I can't play anymore because your not here today.
Your here in my heart and that will never fade away.
Sometimes I would be a hard-headed child,
but in your eyes you saw an angle smile. 

I love you like God love the family, unconditionally.
I remember your brown eyes, gray hair, for you were wise.
I also remember when you had to leave, so your soul could be free.
See, I'm older; more mature, and understand what's going
on, but back then I was only four.

I still remember that day like it was yesterday. 
Well, you were buried that day and everyone had a sad face. 
I remember that day very well indeed, as I looked at you 
and pleaded that you wouldn't leave me. 
Now you’re gone and I have to be strong for both 
of us, so our love can live through people who love us.


Details | Romanticism | |

Follow

Our lives produce such struggles
to which we must rise!
And often we find places
that from which we would run and hide.
But just remember that Your choice
will bring the happiness you seek... 
Just Be the Brave one you wish
The one you still want to be.

For I am here to catch you,
to help and see you through,
within your dreams or trials of life;
whether on mountain or cliff
whichever weso choose to climb.  
 
Remember this as you feel you are sinking.
or slipping from the walls you've been clinging.
The climb may tire the muscles 
as we reach for the top,  
and make us weaker in our strength
while we try to here hang on.

But if we just let go,
and trust the our heart to know what's right
we will never  be led to far away;
Though even trodding in the night.
 
And do not fear the way back down!
For how many birds fly, 
when still nested on the Ground.

And if, by chance,
your wings you fail to find...
From your fall I'll catch you, 
and lead you on through time.
 
For how many learn to open there wings
whilst the mud stayed fixated about their feet.  
The Winds of the sky need your wings to catch, 
to fly you to the heavens
where the angels await you to meet,
and lead you to that better place.
A place we can not even dream.

So with the lightest breeze 
they will teach us how to soar...
and lift us from our agony and woe.
Thus ending the anguish
as your wings fill there up.
to fly with them forever more. 

The Ground is not safe nor is the air, 
but what life would we live 
if we never did dare.
Where angels fear
and devils are faint...
If Love durst not 
then forever must then wait.
 
I remember the story 
of two who fell in love... 
His name became his enemy, 
and He o'er her family
She did make that choice.
 
I would be that Romeo, 
say you my Juliet...
And with you in my arms 
I would die once more again. 
With you I would cast off the sins,
an choose to hold you in the end.
 
When together,two become one,
Star crossed lovers 
can find the peace of each others arms. 
when as one we will fly,
Into that bitterless sky.


Details | Free verse | |

A New Dawn

   After cancer and after surgery 
I returned to work and the [poetry scene
  My eyes have seen the face of death 
 I continue to hope 
that one day the various peoples 
of the world will get along 
  I realize that the tides of peace 
arrange themselves 
   in patterns which are difficult for us to understand 
     After all - we are mortal and fallible 
Yet there strength 
   in all of us 
Which comes forth 
in the most trying of circumstances


Details | Free verse | |

Immortalized

In an effort to immortalize you,
I gilded ocean size frames in gold leaf
and painted your portrait with peacock feathers dipped in oils.
I spelled out your name in bumble bee wings
still quite attached to tame bumble bees
hovering in obedience and formation in the sky
I built a piano from felled red wood trees
and carved your likeness on each key
which I then filled up with ebony and abalone polish
I traveled to Old Russia to the Crimean forest
and pulled every wildflower up by it's roots
and replanted them just for you, on the cliffs, overlooking the Black Sea.
I tamed a black leopard and rode on her back
'round the world, with a banner, a list of your accomplishments
flowing in silk for miles behind me, past onlookers reading your life.
I sang gypsy music, as a siren on the wind
while I wept and flooded each street with the depth
of one tenth of the emotion you harnessed and kept at bay in your infinite quiet.
I started with one person, your granddaughter, with your blue eyes
her sitting on my lap, looking at me with a maturity past 3 years of age,
and imprinted every memory of you in the air, for her to grab.

You are not immortalized in portraits, or wings, or notes.
You are not immortalized in flowers, or banners or sirens.

You are immortalized, forever remaining, in the humble prayers of this innocent child.


Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


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 | Didactic | |

Victus

"Victus" By M. Taha Effendi (Didactic) Amidst the gloom of night's dark shroud, lurks Death in far corners of the shade. To vanquish my fears to God I bowed, And death shall find me... unafraid. Amidst this vale of tears and pain, my heart in life's robbed solace bled. God gave me strength to stand again, I found peace in His words I read. In pleasures and crime my life is spent, with sins the wretched soul is weighed. But God's love taught me to repent, He pursued me everytime I strayed. It matters not how dark the past, how much the evil takes its toll. Darkness thrives but never shall last, The Savior redeems the conquered soul. (Inspired by "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley)


Details | Ballad | |

A House On the Cliff's Edge

There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress

Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .

A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives 

He never finished fixing that leak . . .

Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline

-March 21, 2013-


Details | Bio | |

Last breath

Please forgive me
for i know not what i do


Details | Rhyme | |

No Fear

There is a place inside my head Where thoughts of other worlds will tread When I awaken from a dream Standing alongside a purple stream With a lime green cast upon the skies And a twinkling glimmer in my eyes Moons and stars that look so queer And a rushing sound within my ears I wonder if I should be afraid To be in a place quite so strange Roots of trees lying all around Whilst comes a rumbling from the ground There beyond the shivering leaves Many eyes staring back at me Out of the shroud of thickened mist On my hand is placed a gentle kiss The nerves of steel begin to fray With a restless feeling akin to dismay As a darkening shadow draws so near And yet still. I feel no fear. Suddenly aware of fields of green The most beautiful place I've ever seen A carpet of turquoise flows through the hills Mine greedy eyes can't get their fill With windows wide open to a soothing breeze Finding it's way through the forest of trees Leaving resonating echoes loud as a train As I felt a tremble inside my brain I hear whispers there upon my ear And yet still. I feel no fear The origin of such a beautiful song Grabbing my hand and pulling me along Oh it's the One who gave me life Father dearest with all your might Giving me the strength to let you go And become a part of the superlative show With a gentle hand once again to dry my eyes While I watch you capture such a glorious prize Deep down I can feel the time is near And yet still. I feel no fear Scattered pieces of a great full life Flash before mine deep inside A heart string is plucked to the tune of love Played by an angel sent from way up above While brilliant rays of light abound There I see you safe and sound Traveling back alone from where I came Crying buckets of tears like pouring rain Recalling the soft whisper you had to say "Be happy my child. We'll meet again one day." Feeling a presence always so near And yet still. I feel no fear


Details | Verse | |

A Starfish In Her Hair

The tide rises within me soaked with failure's longing.
The sea siren's reach, out across the land to me.
The moon added its pull and speaks of not belonging.
I am drawn on astral screams to the deep dark sea.

small waves submerge
my pale ankles to my knees --
gulls cry

The weight of clothes so cumbersome impedes,
arching down, I let go, each bit of cloth from me.
Salt sea in, the salt sea out, my life concedes
choosing to leave, this go round, in the deep dark sea.

open eyes stare
into a silty brown brine --
bubbles rise

Sinking-down, passively, sadness abating 
Strands of silvered seaweed, chill, gently beckoning me
my limbs entwined in death's sweet embrace abiding
minnows greet me with a kiss, from the deep dark sea.

starfish 
in her hair --
fog horn
 


Details | Pastoral | |

Those Moments


        ******

I prefer to live in the
Ordinance of the Lord
Where truth and love
     Can be found
         ------
I long to Reverence
   In his Elegance
Where solutions' abode
        -Abound-      
In my Sorrowful Moment's
       Of need...
I-crave to see the light
    I pray to the Lord
             Everyday'...
To keep me threw the night

                   GF
'


Details | Rhyme | |

A MEMORIAL TO MARTIN LUTHER KING JR

Words would fail me if I might assay
To articulate the courage of this man.
The numerous facets of his dossier
Are subject for song in a distant land.
Awakened in youth from serene dreams
By the melodious blast of Israel’s horn.
Tall standing received earth’s esteems,
Accepting God’s charge wherefore he was born.

His marble image cleaves the bluest sky,
And his halo is now a crown about his brow.
His peace of mind earth can no longer deny,
For he has now fulfilled his earthly vow.
It can only suppose with the midnight of the mind,
What may be reason’s welcome morning  star.
One day he may return even more divine,
With a holier task from God who reigns from afar.

There’s no thunder heard from Sinai’s height,
And we see no parting waves at Jordan’s bank.
We have followed no truer soldier in our darkest night,
And now are marching on bravely in file and rank.
Rolling on in faith toward the welcome dawn,
The good fight won he’s earned the honor of Moses.
Now trekking  the soul’s desert to the divine throne,
He follows God’s light up the street of yellow roses.


Details | Free verse | |

My Midnight Grace

As I lay me 
down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to take
if I shall die
before I wake
please watch me God
all through the night
and wake me and my loved
ones
at morning light
please help me 
become successful
with the endeavors I seek
please send me a soul mate
in which I can keep
everlasting love
passionate heat
please grant me the serenity
to know right from wrong
and be able to lead
by example
strive to overcome
any downfall
please keep my spirit strong
through the issues
that toil in my soul
I aspire for diamonds in life lord
and all around me 
I see coal
I aspire to turn things around
for I feel my wishes have fallen
upon deaf ground
my heart has no voice
they struggle to hear my sound
I pray to be taken
away from my daily
battles, that humble
although compared to others
in the world
its not much trouble
to me, I feel
my spirit is caged
and yearns to be free
King of all Kings
in your image, you 
made me
you already know
each single step
my individual thought
you divinely bound me
in mothers womb
my existence you sought
bless me with the
chance to be
the person in which
you hoped for me
to soar like an eagle
dipping my talons of success
in life's sea
grant me an optimistic attitude
for that is the key
Amen to Thee



Details | Elegy | |

O BELOVED MOTHER, O BELOVED SISTERS....

O beloved mother, o beloved sisters
departed from me, within years
of each other, to sadden my living;
I spend my days weeping...
reminiscing in my sorrow:
how we laughed together,
and faced another serene tomorrow,
knowing that sharing kindness
would bond our destinies
in ways so devoted and immense!   


O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
I let the unconsumed joy of memories
take me to those yesterdays
to thank God for our existence,
when we enjoyed the gifts He offered;
yes, even the smallest of them 
were so lovely and precious!
And by watching how you faced death,
I admired how you became the bravest...
slowly letting go of what you possessed!


O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
do you want me to continue crying,
or smile and console you with a future promise:
that soon we'll embrace one another
under the joyful eyes of our Creator?
Nothing foolish I will do to harm myself;
and wait I will 'till my end comes,
but until then my solemn prayers I'll recite
amid tombstones guarded by triumphant angels...
and bound for Heaven, I'll be smiling!


Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Lyric | |

Obituary Poem

I saw you cry yourself to sleep last night,
I watched as you struggled to start your day.
I asked the Lord to make your grief load light,
And give you help along the way.

Forgive me for not staying longer,
But I really had to go.
The Lord called me, I could not linger,
Sorry, but it was time to go home.

Remember what you will of me, 
No matter what, just know I cared.
Whether friend or family,
Remember all that we have shared.

Now I’ve made heaven my home,
You knew that’s where I’d be.
I am not at all on my own,
And my soul is at peace.

I know its hard at the beginning 
But I also know you’ll make it through.
I hope it helps your heart to know I’ll be waiting,
In paradise for you.


Details | Free verse | |

Unphysical

I drop my words
Into a vacuum
-So there's enough room-
But they're vacuumed up
By the lack of air
'Cause I made no wings
To bear them

Without force
I let them go
I let gravity
Take it's course
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Go up in flames
Or slowly rust

All that's eternal
Is that's pure
Pain and hate
And love -no more

And I'm so scared
That it's all in my head
That life's a steady march
To dead
Dead ends
and culs-de-sac
Take one step forward
Then quick!
Turn back.


Details | Verse | |

Empty Shells

The sea waves

washing empty shells clean.

Laid in the sand, just where each should be.


The being

gone from inside the shell,

leaving colorful beauty behind.


In life's waves

we are born and we grow,

only to die and be lain to rest.


Our souls gone

from this now worthless shell,

leaving behind a unique story.






Christopher Bunton

For the "Parallelogram de Crystalline" Contest


Details | Quatrain | |

The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say




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Breathes of Souls

The night grows heavy as the bells do toll,
And tears will fall, all will behold.

As deep in Gods earth is laid to rest half a soul
Once entwined and beautifully blessed.

Now those left behind will cry out with envy,
For the peace of ages the lost holds so clearly.

Those hearts left behind will cry out with the cold
As bittersweet memories circle of old.

Emblazoned images circle of walks once walked,
As the other half now goes with God to talk.

Hearts do tremble with sadness that once knew love,
As time stretches, a lonely run begun.

Time will carry forth until the other flies free
Dispatched by deaths angel to soar with the breeze.

Then those dispatched by deaths’ grim thoughts will unite
Together to find peace at last.

As the breathes of two souls will heal and hold fast,
And love will again hold them close, at last.


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A Lament

A Lament

Sometimes it is so hard to see the beauty in Your work;
the joy of life, the twists and turns and each and every quirk.
You gave us love and joy and hope and all we could attain.
We wonder why You gave this life that causes so much pain.
This master plan, this grand idea, escapes me on this day;
forgive me Lord, I have to go, it hurts too much to pray.

You took us in and sheltered us and showered us with love;
Your grace and joy and peace and hope rained down from up above.
They say that faith will somehow help me find a way to cope;
they say these angry tears I shed will blossom into hope.
I’m scared and lost, I’m without hope, please help me find my way;
Please tell me, Lord, I need to know, why it hurts too much to pray.



My mind knows that I need you now, a fact I won’t deny,
But, when I try to think it through, my heart just asks You “why?”
I’m sorry, Lord, for doubting You, I know You are the way;
I just can’t seem to get the hope I need to start this day.
If only I could, somehow, find a way to find Your way,
Maybe with Your help it wouldn’t hurt too much to pray.

Please help me find a way to bring my heartache back to You.
You are my one salvation now, my hopes they seem so few.
They tell me to have faith in You and leave my pain behind;
This I would most surely do to gain some peace of mind.
A quest for faith, so strong and fierce, consumes me on this day:
Please hear me Lord, I need some faith, for this I…well, I pray.
Please help me Lord, I need some faith, for this I…well, I pray.


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Visit me in a dream

Come and visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

Are you floating on a cloud?

Have you found the brightest star?

 

I know you're with us somewhere,

Even though you can't be seen,

Painting the bluest sky,

Or among the grass so green.

 

As I'm wandering through the park,

Looking up at the trees,

Daydreaming of the joy you brought,

Will you visit me please?

 

Just send me a little sign,

White feathers on the breeze,

To let me know you're happy, free

And put my mind at ease.

 

Or ask a passing stranger,

With twinkling brown eyes,

A cheeky smile, and baldy head,

To nod as he passes by.

 

Or maybe play a special song,

Loud, on my radio,

That could have been written just for you,

About all the love we've known.

 

Come visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

I know you're there, a floating cloud,

And one of the brightest stars.


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History Lesson

Crimson mist in the Dallas sky,
a frantic wife's mad dash.
The world watched us as we cried
for hope gone in a flash.

Brilliant poet with timeless verse
and enduring message of peace.
A murderous fan fulfilled his curse.
Does lunacy ever cease?

Perfect day in the city
until the towers fell.
Religious zealots who had no pity.
Their resting place is hell.

So look at history if you can
and learn from such hindsight.
As long as evil has a plan
we must not quit the fight.


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War

Surrounded by casualty, fatality, and injury.
Deafened by bombings, gun shots, and agony!
Pain, sadness, despair, and misery.
At this point, there is no chance of victory.

At war, men with power,
Tend to hide and cower.
Whilst the enemies prevail and empower,
So in despair, our heads we lower!

A lifeless body with a doll,
Blood is smeared upon the wall!
Amidst this chaos I feel so small,
As our weak defenses fail and fall.

When your enemies are merciless,
There will always be injustice.
And the only way to stop this,
Is to fight with justice.

War is caused by prejudice, hatred, and greed.
Why do we cause so much pain? Is it a need?
Why do we have to make each other bleed?
Why is it that only by slaughter could anyone succeed?

Peace binds all mankind in a chain.
A chain without agony and without pain;
A chain without hate and without disdain,
It is THIS peace that we cannot attain!


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Remember what I taught you

A dedication to my grandpa, 
i love you and miss you,
Your legacy lives on within my heart


The sun can shine
So bright, it makes you blind
Fooling, deceiving.
Very misleading .
The world telling you it's a good day
With just a simple ray.
Penetrating your mind
Telling you to leave all that behind.
So you leave it … Searching for anything to find.
To fill that hole in your heart ...with something kind.
So you go for a stroll in a park
And see a dog with a playful bark.
As you step near
You start to grow in fear 
Foam in its mouth 
You notice your head dropping south
Chin down
And start to frown.
You realize it's not so sunny anymore
Rain pours
No more birds soar.
Drop to your knees
And freeze
Start to cry.
Then wonder why.
Why do I feel this way?
Looking for answers, you go to the bay.
Watching the storm come in, you hear someone say, 
"Remember what I taught you,
You have to be strong.
Find the right
In the wrong. 
Everything will be okay.
Some days will rain. 
Some days will shine,"
Looking around to see who it may be
You continue to listen to the voice from the sea,
"some days you need to stop everything
And pray.
The Good Lord will take it away.
I've always been your strength
Strong for you and yours sister both."
As you realize who it is 
You start to cry, from sadness…
And bliss.
"I know you miss me…
And I miss you too.
No need to cry, 
Oh Catelyn, oh me oh my. 
But just always know I'm here,
In heaven 
watching over you. 
If you ever need me.
You know where I'll be. 
Watching over you from the clouds.
No need to worry.
Don't stress so much.
Life happens.
It peaks
And it stinks..
Given , I wish I was down there to talk to you. 
But it's all in God's plan.
Everything will be for the better. 
Now I'm sorry I have to go,
Check on your sister and cousins you know
Whenever your feeling rough
Whenever life gets tough
Remember what I taught you. 
Rain may continue 
Life will happen in different Venues
But go dance in the rain
Let go of the pain. 
Enjoy the life God granted you
…it won't last forever.
Don't plan out the future 
God has his plan
Live his will out
Not yours
Remember your still a kid,
So smile and I love you Catie did"
Tears rushing down your face
Tears of joy or sorrow 
You don't really know.
Remembering what your grandfather taught you,
With his strength You stand up 
Something in your chest starts to bump
Your heart, it's whole
Alive
Beating once again.
Pain is gone 
And you live on.
Dancing in the rain
With only life to gain.


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Peaceful Dreams

* For Carol's contest

Peaceful Dreams

Battlefields
     Contradictions to God’s intentions
     Death toll headlines spark contemplation

World without war
     Could such dreams come true?
     Hope lingers in hearts seeking clues

Make it happen
     Extend a loving hand to all nations
     End the tragic conflagration 

Fiery death scenes
     Who emerges victorious
     In battles so notorious?

I dream of peace
     Humanity and compassion
     Enjoyed by every nation

Harmony reigns
     And every life is recognized
     As one with merit, a unique prize

Our Lord’s vision
     Is surely within reach of man
     Black, white, red and tan

Learning to love
     Accepting our differences
     Guided by spiritual influences


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Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


Details | Elegy | |

A Death Unborn

          Waiting on inspiration and wasting time.
Yet the search continues until I'm out of my mind.
         Then there's the other side of the story that nobody wants to hear.
And faced with reality,I realize my greatest fear.
          With my bloodline destroyed,there's nothing left.
 I embrace the day when I'll take my finale breathe.
          For the end to come,now I welcome the day.
 Then take to the grave,all the things I never got to say.
          On my way to a place,where I'll finally find peace.


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The trail of the dying sun

The trail of the dying sun
told me of your tears
and the west wind
brought me your name

The river spoke
of all our fears
the ocean
felt the same

The earth waits to receive your bones
and your spirit be cradled by sky
all we are is dust and thought
dust and thought until we die


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Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


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OF A VIRGIN GOD

Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.

Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.

Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth 
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.

Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.


 
SATISH VERMA


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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


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ALWAYS

She laid upon a red satin cover 
Beside her laid her grief stricken lover
His tears were silent as it was hard to discover 
For his love had died in the arms of another
The music plays from the heavens that hover
The angels await to take them together


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Wars of Difference and Different Wars

Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant

Religious wars
From our short lived past
Will never dilute
As long as we last

In this modern world
We fight for different reasons
What ever the excuse
And in any season

We fight over land
Imaginary WMD
Even over soccer
How the hell can that be

We now fight over oil
In a camouflaged war
Taking innocents with us
In public deplore

Guerrilla, assault
Bombing with precision 
We vote them in
As they twist their decisions

Dream on man
War has changed
Greed has taken over
From the pasts deranged




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php


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Killing Ants

Ants are known to be industrious,
Bustling about the anthill
In lines and arcs and freeform patterns,
Intent on some important insect mission,
Minding their own business, thank you.

Of course, sometimes ants have to be exterminated
If they’re likely to bite a small child,
Or interrupting the flow of one’s flower bed,
Or just plain in the way.

After all, they’re only bugs,
Small and inconsequential and expendable.

Occasionally, small rough and tumble boys,
Full of bravado and challenging each other,
Will desecrate an anthill recklessly
Just for sport…
And to see the ants run frantically
In response to the destruction of their entire world
At the whim of a dirty-sneakered foot.

They look so small from up above
Scurrying about like ants
Tiny and insignificant  from the height
Of a skyscraper, or a ski lift,
Or the windshield of a fighter pilot’s plane.
Tiny, and in the way
Because, as we all know,
Sometimes ants have to be exterminated.


Details | I do not know? | |

Beaches

How did I get here?

Amongst the crusty sand and screeching gulls
Where greasy waves spill haplessly
Under an unyielding, gray sky

How did I get here?

Wandering about in pained abstraction
Looking at the rolling, dark waves

Parceled out in hopeless piles 
That crash against this jagged beach

Retreating in thinly, flattened sheets
Only to return newly crashing waves

The endless crash and retreat that tugs at me
Soon vanishes to obscurity in the open sea

Where all things mix and die 
Forever in timeless ritual

Were only my soul to return so easily
And crash again with all its might

Were only my heart lightened 
To join those retreating waves

Then I too could return anew
To cut my little edge on this beach 

And retreat backward to the sea
Where all things mix and die




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Today

today, I die. 
 Don't Cry, this is the way it is. Don't cry, it's ok.
I'm ready.  it's so different, when you know you have to go.  everything seems so...so pointless.  All I ever stressed about, thought about, and cried about, gone.  All I can think about is what lies ahead.  In a moment I'll begin my journey into an eternal world. Where my past decisions guide me to my destination. What will heaven be like? Will I get to Heaven?  A couple of minutes all I could think about was my mother.  How dare she do what she did!  A couple of minutes ago, all I could think about was how long before I moved away.  How quick that has all changed.  My anger brought my actions. and now I lay, I lay here...hopeless. Don't cry.  I know I made my mark.  And I'll always remain, in your hearts......I sat there in church, in front of a coffin, a man.  Stitched lips and powdered face.  I saw what death brought, and felt nothing.  I sat, watching, staring, as some mourned.  Not me.  I sat there watching, gazing.  Around me, someone was sad, not because of death, but because she lost her cell phone.  In front of me lay death, and around me, no one cared.  Will I matter. will people lose their cell phones at my funeral. Mother: I'm sorry.  I know for 16 years you've done your best.  Mother I'm sorry, I want you to know.  I did notice all the things you did for me.  You'd give yourself to not lose me.  A working woman, a mother of three.  I noticed.  I love you mom, don't cry.  dad.  you weren't there much, most of my life. its ok.  I know that if you could, you would.  dad, don't cry.  I hold no grudges.  for all of you that I talked to, for mom, for dad, for my sisters, and for YOU, don't cry.  i have to go now.  God.. I'm ready. I'm sorry, I know I messed up...but I was good.  Today...I die. it's ok. I'm ready.  My whole body...It's warm, a sensation, a tingle, a swarm.  now.. I die its ok don't cry, I’m ready.


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The Swan in the Cemetary

The swan in the cemetery looked so out of place
in such a depressing location to see such a symbol of grace
a mystical message engraved on a level of hidden depth
a breath of fresh life, hidden amongst the death.
as i watched the swan pace between the gravestones with all the confusion it 
presents
in a place of such solitude, i chuckle at the irony the swan represents
but all  of a sudden the swan stops in its tracks.
looks up at the sky down at the ground and then over its shoulder as to look over 
its back
with an insinuation in its actions that portrays an essence of surprise
as it stops looking around and focuses on my eyes
which some how against my will has me rested on my knees
as the swan opens its beak but instead of a sqwauk a human voice pleas
a plea of forgiveness for all that its done
a plea to say goodbye to his wife and his son
but then the swan descends into the ground through a grave with not as much as 
a sqwauk
as i read the inscription on the stone i cry as i find it reads here lies hope


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Honoring Sacrifice

For country, they chose to honor a call,
Now the piercing sound of a rifle's report.
An echoing trumpet, sadly says it all.
Let us hero our young as a last resort.

No image portrays our freedom's cost,
Like that of a flag draped casket.
A mental souvenir of war, un-tossed,
On display from memory's basket.

It serves to remind of a hero's place,
Should we treat it as a mere statistic.
For each had a home, name and face,
Harboring dreams that were realistic.

They abnegated those dreams for a chore,
Accepting that vitality might be tried.
Death isn't made a contrivance of war,
But a mental souvenir from those who died.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost Love

When I was young I lost my love ,
When I looked to the sky I saw a dove .

Waiting and watching to see what was next, 
I saw the fish and heart and thought i was blessed.

The love that was lost is trying to find, 
A place in my heart and in my mind.

The Fish stood for Life that I knew was gone,
The Heart stood for love that I had for so long.

The Dove stood for peace and I knew right away ,
That the love that I lost was the love that would stay.


Details | Rhyme | |

"What If?

W/hat if sickness and death were no more?
What if racism was something to abhor?
What if crime, war, and poverty ceased?
What if life took on a brand new lease?

Could you live in a world thus described?
Where children won't have to run and hide,
From people wishing to do them harm,
And growing faint out of fear and alarm.

What if every man was treated the same?
Not looked down upon and called ugly names?
What if everyone was considered a brother,
Instead of hating and hurting each other?

How about the war going on today?
Couldn't we have thought of some other way?
Without sacrificing so many lives,
Is it worth it that so many died?

Wouldn't you love to never say "I'm sick,"
Disease's gone, every one take your pick!
What if death walked right out the door,
Never showing his ugly face here anymore!

To live in a world such as this,
Where bad and evil don't exist,
Enjoying so much happiness and peace,
Where all the former things have totally ceased,

What if?


Details | I do not know? | |

War

One drop falls
As the world craws into darkness
Deep sorrow creeps over the light less world
As fear is soon dared to fight
Thunder rolls in 
As the fight will soon begin
Continent to Continent fight 
As people die in this scary night 
Why won’t we end this war 
For land is not worth dying for


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Timeless

These concrete wall are now shades of grey.
These tall steel bars are now rusting away.
This has been my home

Slow days move on  by and the night owl will sing
I'll keep my eyes closed and hope for a dream
of yesterday's world.

There is no tomorrow I live only now
Repeats for the future as the night moves on down.
And the night owl will cry.

With hair turning grey and bars on each side,
these strong concrete wall that keep me inside,
will now sit me free.

My yesterdays gone, and tomorrow is now
I'll start my walk home as the dark falls  on down.
 And the night owl stands still.........


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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.


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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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White Feather Spirit

laid me down within cold tomb light capture me neath baying tree feel thy warmth once more white spirit of feathered down lay upon my soul pray set me to rest
Written to accompany one of my photographs. This is the link to the image... http://www.redbubble.com/people/indigo-song/works/8341009-white-feather-spirit


Details | Couplet | |

Goodbye Granddad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Yours Truly


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Bleeding Out

She's holding in her hand
The only thing she can feel
Growing so weak she can barely stand
She chooses instead to kneel
To a forgotten God she prays
This pain is more than I can bear
Have mercy; please take the rest of my days
To the mirror, she turns to stare
Into eyes more than half dead
A girl without hope
There was no one to take the pain in her stead
No one to help her cope
As she makes the final cut
The blood drips on the floor
Her eyes forever shut
As she journeys to Heaven's door


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May God Comfort You In Your Loss

I'm sorry to hear about your
 loved one passing away.
I know that in heaven, you shall
be with him someday.

Life's adversities are at times
 hard to explain.
Sometimes, very quickly, 
circumstances can change.

I pray that through your loss, 
sorrow and pain.
You'll find comfort and 
joy in Jesus' name.

May his arms of tender
mercy and grace,
bring love to your heart and
a smile on your face.

May God's presence bring an
assurance to your soul,
knowing that God is with you no 
matter where you go.

Through all that's happened, 
 I pray you will find.
God's wonderful joy, his comfort
and a peace of mind.

On the stormy seas of life, 
with God, you shall prevail.
His promises and love for
you will never, never fail.

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


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A Peaceful Place

Rolling hills majesty, lush grass for the surrounding space
Overlooking two white horses from a fairy tale across the way
Masses of flowers to be seen flowing in vases made of strength
A hush of dew in the morning dusts this peaceful place
Vibrant luminaries around each piece shine in the night air 
Their story told on celebrated markers placed precisely everywhere
People will come to visit, kneel, and talk of the days before
This is the loved one’s home now and the caretaker is their saving grace
A hush of dew in the morning dusts this peaceful place.


©Holly P. Moore
   December 2012


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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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The Third Eye

These mysterious mist coloured hills
Leading up to the foot of the mountain
The smell of marshy terrain
Distant times and lost legends
Its where I often see lost souls,departed their earthly uniform
Visions only the third eye can see

What I see is a pale gray unhealthy face
Steeped in the worst imaginable fears
Something indescribable has struck that once living individual
Something evil happened around this swampy place
Thick layers of fog,increases my awereness of unblessed acts
Visions only the third eye can see

Who could this poor soul be?
Signs of  a time long ago,we live in different worlds,different eras
That face I see,has not found peace and blessings
Lost between parallel existences
Visions only the third eye can see

The third eye,interesting place,energy-sucker
Uncomfertable at times
Messanger of what has been,and will take place
Late afternoon,dusk,often activity
Close my eyes,displayed like a movie scrolls behind my eyelids
Visions only the third eye can see

These are the visions I see and which chases me
Never gives me that peace and quiet I sometimes need
The black crow,messanger of death and ilness
Hounts me,sometimes I don`t know who it is before it goes down
Living on historical grounds,helds many secrets of bygone times
Visions only the third eye can see


A.Ertsland
Repost from 17th.January 2012


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Peace Tonight

I sleep in peace tonight.
Hope that day will come.
When I find you underneath the 
Sun.
Waiting for me and a life that never 
stops.
For Eternal love will always be 
there.
And you will know that I care no 
matter the troubles.
That even If death were to come, it 
be with us a couple.
I sleep in peace tonight.
Hoping my family loves, and so do 
my friends.
And that God may forgive for all my 
sins.
Because when I am gone, let there 
be not a tear shed.
But a laugh of remorse, and that you 
treed lightly.
For I will sleep in peace tonight.


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Like a thief in the night -Thinking of September 11th

Another morning I got up and my thoughts returned here. Just wanted to put something of
the memory that lingers still today from scenes we saw of September 11th.  Scenes we would
like to but will never and should never forget.  I do not wish to cause further despair to
anyone but if anything bring some hope to those who are suffering safe in the knowledge
that they have the world behind them.  What has happened cannot be undone but with
strength and assistance from those who had the core torn from them as the horrors unfolded
and they watched on in disbelief we can be there for one another.  We can make sure the
memory of this tragic affair lives on, and in doing so help keep our own souls alive and
kicking... in hope all was not in vain, but that we shall learn from it and let the
promise of peace win through.  My heart and thoughts go out to all.
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It doesn't matter today
if we build a building of immense height
like North and South towers of World Trade Centre
even if to use as defence system
just as we would have built a castle on a hill
in times gone by - times have changed
New buildings and memorials will now stand
in recognition of who/what was on said land
Their memories will always continue
as will the vision on t.v. all did view
Where minds stood still in disbelief
while strike after strike we all felt grief
Where tears were shed by billions of eyes
War was declared with no defence in skies

It doesn't matter today
we most probably wouldn't even see
as our enemies approached
Like a thief in the night they came
stealing from us that most precious
those whom we loved or cared about

What matters today
is that for all eternity history has been made
Times we cannot change
Broken genealogical lines gone forever
Marks made on the landscape - irreplaceable
Never can anything stand for what was again
Humanity and psychological effect remains
We may not all have lost those known to us
but we stand together shoulder to shoulder
Encircling those that remain
Knowing each one of us had our soul torn
Our eyes darkened by Hells darkest Angels
When none could believe that before their eyes
Planes came crashing through the skies

Out of ashes a phoenix, a nation arises
and with it the world reawakens
We will not sleep but remember
A tragic time when so high a cost was paid
with unknowing souls now recognised
What right to take such brave innocent lives


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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.







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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



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I pray for mother

   I pray for mother 
 
	Mother!	
You could have stayed
Forever was my longing
Oh mother!
Does it really have to be you?
Mothers are too special to lose

You gave me life mother
You raised me into a man I am today
I will forever be grateful to you
Out of nothing, you gave me food
Out of nothing, you clothed me
Out of nothing, you sent me to school
Oh mother!
You were the best


In your shadow I had shade
You called me Father.
For I carried grandfather’s name
Now I understand how special I was to you
You felt grandfather in me
Who will ever call me that again?
I forbid my thoughts to go deep
For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts

I can still hear your voice mother
I can still see you in my dreams
You left without saying good-bye,
Were you mad at me mother?
Deep in my heart, you will always have a home
My sisters and brothers are heartbroken
They are all grown up 
But they still need you Mother

Do you still remember your grandchildren?
The youngest is not yet a year old
She will never see your beautiful smile mother
You could have waited
So she does something for you
Fetch water or call you grandmother	

We all miss you mother
It’s hard to know you are never coming back
One after another
We will join you mother
We are not afraid of death any more
For we have a place with you
God almighty will meet us someday
Then I will see you for myself again
We will talk and laugh
Just like we used too

Now you live in a far away land
We can’t change that, not even God almighty
I will teach my heart to live without you mother
Though it is hard
I will learn to miss you
I will learn to live without you
But I will never forget you
It’s the body I will never see


Your time is gone Mother
Now you live in a new world
There you will never grow old
There you will never die
I have peace in my heart
For I am reconciled by God’s mercy
My father in heaven comforted me
Now I know you are happy there
The pain I felt
The pain that tortured me
Will never torment me again
You departed with all my tears
With all my strength
With all my hope
And with all my faith
But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile
In am now back on track

Rest in peace dear mother,
It was the will of God
Who am I to question him?
I never did when you were given to me
And somehow I knew this day will come
Let his name be exalted
We meet again Mother
This I know.


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GROUND ZERO

GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.


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The War Confessions

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they wage

In a playground, running round
In a playground, being clowns
Weren’t we once kids
Just kicking a ball?
Laughing ‘bout everything
Nothing at all

In a playground, ‘neath the sun
In a playground, having fun
Weren’t we once kids
Thought war is a game?
Fall over dead
And jump up again

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?}

Don’t want to lose my legs
In defense of larceny
The banksters stealing billions 
From the national Treasury

Don’t want to take a bullet 
Left coughing up blood
For your right to a lap dance
At some faraway club

Don’t want to suck my meals
Through a thin feeding tube
On behalf of profiteers 
Dealing addicts their crude

Don’t want to wheeze harshly
Hooked to a machine
In the service of ingrates 
And all that’s obscene

Don’t want to suffer flashbacks
Those nightmarish screams
While billionaires lullaby 
To private jet dreams

Nobody’s tool, nobody’s fool.
NO!!!!

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who sang funny songs
No thoughts of torture 
Phosphorous bombs

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who rode on our bikes
Vampires scared us
Not nuclear strikes

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?)

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it ‘s time to stop
This lunatic war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This murderous war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And It’s time to  stop
This sickening war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This bloody awful war

Let’s bring back our playground 
Stop this war
Let’s restore our playground 
Stop this war…

Yes, it’s time 
(yes it’s time)

Time to STOP THIS WAR!






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Call Into The Night

Sometimes death it calls to me, like a welcomed beckon in the night.
A way to end all the miserery, a way to escape this stress and freight.
But of this call I do not answer, I can not meet death at its door.
The pain it would bring to all those I love, this is a pain I can not give,
This is a promise that I swore!


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The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






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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


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Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


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She went up to heaven holding the angels hands

She went up to heaven, holding the angel’s hand

My great grandma Hajia
Died and went to heaven
She is watching over me
With the weariness of 
A mother hen watching
Her newly hatched chicks
She likes it up there
She is having fun
With all the people there
She misses the people she
Left behind that day
In the room
The angels took away
Something I treasure so much
We miss her
I miss her
I will always love her
She went up to heaven
Holding the angels hands.


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Fireflies

The surrounding night
wraps itself around my sleeping senses,
and awakens them.
 
Sitting on the edge of the bed,
I stare out the window
into the deep velvety darkness.
 
In the other room my sister sleeps — 
Sleeping the sleep of a soul
preparing for life after death.
 
I notice a small glow out back by the trees,
then another, flashing on and off.
Fireflies!
 
I watch their waltz in the night,
against the dark trees, by the garden,
making a halo around the house.
 
My sister’s light
still shines.
 
And finally I sleep.


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Is it to late

Can we stop it?

It’s a crazy, hazy world
All filled with crazy people
The danger we are in
Its sky high, like a steeple
It’s reaching a crescendo
It’s touching air and ground
Earthquakes, hurricanes and floods
These be so often found
Is it too late to stop now?
Can we really turn it back?
Or is there mass destruction
A short way up the track?


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Death

Death Aug. 04, 2011
What is death but a journey of the unknown? This one word brings the bravest most intelligent of human kind to their knees. Fear fills the heart as one begins to wonder, what if?
Watching those nearing death experience things of the unknown only they can see and hear brings more questions. At times reaching for things we can’t see or talking with those unseen by us. Yelling no, I don’t want to or you can’t take me! Others smile and seem to be at peace while many others are just unresponsive.
If you watch children and ask them questions when in the room of a dying loved one; answers come that might surprise or even shock some. A child was told by a physician he was such a good boy and so quiet while everyone visited his sick grandma. The boy while coloring told the physician the beautiful angels around grandma’s bed asked me to color quietly so everyone could see grandma one last time before she leaves with them. Surprised by his answer they all just looked at one another. Then the little boy said, “Bye grandma”. He said, “See grandma is leaving with the angels.” Getting up to check the patient the physician found she had just passed away!
Why was the child able to see what no one else could see or hear? Is it the innocents and not having learned to disbelieve? Why are some so afraid in the face of death? I watch others filled with faith, which is at peace and ready to go. Others say nothing at all and show no expression. Some say they are ready and then panic and will do anything not to die begging you to help them!
Death is the unknown journey we wonder about and watch as loved ones experience it. What will we do if death finds us? Are angels surrounding you and singing songs of comfort? What sort of things will be waiting for you when you take your finale breath? 
Death is not meant to be feared, as they lay waiting to pass; comforted by an experience only shared by a few on lookers from time to time; beautiful angels and amazing colors have been described. At times sounds so wonderful yet nothing like anything ever heard before are talked about. Things children say are always the most beautiful and short. Children speak as if we surely see and hear the same things as them for how could we not? At no time are these children ever afraid! Death was filled with beauty and angels took care of their loved one as they left peacefully together never looking back!
                                                                              Debbie Knapp.


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Heaven's Doorway

A light - beyond bright -
beckons me warmly
from a place beyond which I cannot yet see.
As I approach a stairway which glistens like gold,
all my former burdens and apprehensions melt away.
Body aches have vanished and I feel that I am floating toward the steps,
melting from a warmth,the intensity of which
can only be matched by the radiance of the not so distant light.
A tenderness I now can easily recognize 
emanates from that glorious light.

Nearing the stairway, I can hear sweet strains
of a music whose instruments I can't define.
I cannot see, and yet I strangely know, beyond any doubt,
that upon reaching the top of those golden stairs,
something splendid awaits me beyond the doorway.

Something forgotten is tugging at my brain,
an awareness of having been here before.
Am I simply returning to a place from whence I came
before my sojourn on the earth -
that place where loving spirits dwell in perfect peace?
On reaching the door, I do not even have to knock.
My mere desire to enter has been heard
and my unspoken questions have been answered, 
for the door slowly swings open.

I cross the threshold and enter not into a building,
but rather into another realm.
Vivid colors dance before my eyes in the guise
of flowered meadows, hills and rills, birds and butterflies.
This landscape of indescribable beauty seem to go on forever.
A deluge of memories comes flooding my mind.

Suddenly, a snow white dog comes bounding toward me.
It's my precious Ollyver, who died so many years ago, the first to greet me.
He leaps into my arms just as he used to do 
every night when I reached the doorway of my earthly home.
Flocking toward me are others. 
I become dizzy with happiness and the thrill of it all. . . 

And then appears my stepfather, no longer afflicted with dementia, 
along with my dear brother Dale, who left our earthly home
sadly when he was still in his prime and full of dreams!
Next come those beloved friends of my family, 
people whom I saw each Sunday at church and who later passed away,
people whose lives touched mine all those years ago of my childhood.
Others that arrive I recognize instantly as ancestors of mine,
 even though many of them  I'd never even met while on earth!
They come to embrace me, one after another in the beautiful meadow,
and the music I had been hearing swells to the joyous sound
of an angel's choir.

For Gail Doyle's Heaven's Doorway Poetry Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Couplet | |

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


Details | Ode | |

Call To Worship




            ************

To pick-up and to receive
In the Anointment
A moment of the
        Mind's Eye
By His goodness
And by His grace
      ------
A second with
             > GOD <
      ------
Ties' a wonder thing
For which we long await...
A dream' come true..
For Me and You
      ------
A blessing from the Lord
A gift from all time'
To dwell with-in His favor
Beyond the Most Holy
           And truly..
The most Divine
      ------
To fellowship with GOD
The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS'
      That He should bring
      ------
The mere Act of His touch
That is not a breech of Reality
But, a COVENANT that which
          We need so much
To be in touch with Jesus
And to Thee, to be, Amen
          Amen


                Poet Author
                Gary Fie


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled-Free Thoughts-Rap

Oh well here I go again, 
wishin for a dream that I could be wrapped in, 
entrapped in, 
torn away from addiction, 
destroy the tele… 
vision they strive to force upon you, 
its all false but you know I’m true. 
They will not protect you when you scream your broken cries, 
they are merely evil faces of masked men behind illuminati eyes 
with which they hypnotize, 
brainwash you with their lies. 
I've got those deep thoughts pouring in, 
all the roads I've traveled down
conditions I have traveled in 
here in my pretty town, 
the 910 deserves a crown. 
East Coast I'm representing, 
I promise you I am not venting. 
High on that purple haze, 
And still haven't slept for days, 
excuse these bloodshot eyes
with a krispy kreme glaze, 
some will try to say its just a silly phase...
My mind is so graphic, 
use words like special tactics, 
unmistakable like D'Jango, 
or a peace signs' angle, 
destroy the crave for war and struggle, 
no need to explain all the trouble, 
with places burstin’ into rubble, 
Rebel! Rebel! We’ll show ‘em hell! 
I’ll be fightin’ when I'm dead, 
kick and scream till my blood is shed, 
let authorities know the message will be spread! 
Put on a show with a little bit of passion 
or the bad things will continue to happen.
Get the love through your head, 
all this hatred should be dead, 
what I'm saying must be said, 
before the gauge goes into red. 
With vocabulary this brilliant makes a female more vigilant, 
like brothers boston what I speak 
my words alone will make you weak, make you faint, 
Like blood spilled by hands of a vigilante saint, 
trust me lifes too short,
you dont have the time my young cohort, 
wait until your words make an enemy
cause their threatened by the uncertainty 
that you will make it this far 
make a point unlike this war
next thing you know you see ‘em sweat
words fresh like paint drippin with purpose, 
makin ‘em wet.  
I finger paint a master piece with a just simple rhyme, 
just don't pull your piece on me just let me speak, my mind, 
while I unwind, rewind all this blasphemy, 
continential catastrophe, 
I may have to beg and plead so that my boys can rest in peace 
sorry for the interruption, 
don’t blame me for the corruption, 
for now I'll put my words at ease, 
hope you told someone you loved them today and that it wasn't a white lie, 
just a tease.

04.27.2013


Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl with Pigtails

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
who sits quietly at her desk.
Whose eyes lift to meet no one,
whose clothing is always a mess.

He’s the little boy on the playground,
whose strays alone without a friend.
Whose countless cuts and bruises,
are too deep for those to mend.

She’s the little girl in the lunch line,
who stares at classmates having fun.
Her mouth never forms a smile,
her long sleeves cover what’s been done.

He’s the little boy, who lashes out in anger,
as his classmates stop and stare,
in wonder at the skeptical, of a little boy
who seldom had a word to share.

She’s the little girl who recites excuses,
for every injury her tiny body may bear.
A rehearsed story told so perfectly,
no one notices the blankness within her stare.

He’s the little boy who startles so easily,
and jumps at the loudest sound.
A little boy covered in shades of blue,
inflicted by an abuser his fate is bound. 

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
she sits alone, without a friend to tend,
a black tinted heart of abusiveness,
hidden injuries never to mend.

They were the little boy and girl in the classroom,
who sat quietly alone, concealing the crime,
of living a life-time at the hands of an abuser,
who raised their hands of abuse one last time.


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | Epic | |

With all good well wish for all

With all good well wishes 
Bright young man  
The youngest child in family
Fly its soul to whole world
His peace his laughter his thoughts
God it is fair taking lives of children
We fail yet monsters kill our children
How overcome to genetic disorder
How overcome to weapons kill our children
Hope in science and  families return  their weapons


Details | Epitaph | |

Comfort

He is at peace now, my brother
The peace he could never reach in life
Touches him at last, in death.
We are sure of this, his family
Because, you see, he died
With a prayer on his lips
Asking God, whom he knew so well
Through his mother and uncle
To grant him mercy.
We know his prayer was answered
For our God is  merciful
And in His wisdon knew
That it was time
For our beloved
Son, brother, nephew, uncle, friend
To come home.


Details | Narrative | |

I AM HERE TO LEND YOUR CRY

Salam, how are you there?
Wassalam, good, Alhamdulillah
How about the issue in Sabah
Nothing to worry
I am worried because you are my friend
I am okay; just want to know your opinion
No probs, what do you think of that opinion?
Does it hurt you personally?
Nope, it makes sense

I am not personally taking part, I have my own problem
Indeed but I am so sad, many don’t understand the situation
They are taking one side condemning Suluk in general
So as the other Suluk in Sulu archipelago 
Many also condemning Melayu in general
I always think about others
My cousin, a policeman is in the frontline

I am so sad, pray hard
Please cry with me
I am here for you to lend your cry
Can I pretend nothing happen?
We can’t pretend to be nothing to happen
Then rest and cry with me
To make people understand is not easy
Sometime we also take time to understand our situation
I am hurt to what happen, we are being fooled by colonisers
They ask us to inherit this misery

Hmmm I am so sorry to hear that
Hopefully you won’t hate the Suluk generally
So, as long as it does not contradict to my stand
What is your stand supposedly?
 At least I have one good friend from Jolo ancestry
I am a good friend because you are good

I know nothing about the war; I just wanted to know the peace
It’s really easy to smile and pretend that you are okay
Rather than telling people why you are sad
It’s not easy to imagine that war
I just want to keep it by my self
I wanted to keep this in my sleep
When I wake up tomorrow 
Peace is expected to blow
Let have this peace to reign right away









The poem is made through the conversation with Malay friends from Kuala Lumpur about the conflict happened in Lahad Datu. We shall never put the bangsa in general as what we are thinking is right: Suluk is bad and Melayu is arrogant. We need a better understanding to conclude that each bangsa like Suluk and Melayu have nothing to do with the situation. It is a matter of siding the truth and rights. I therefore personally accepted if everyone hates me because I am Suluk and that would make the world stay in peace and to save peace, I am willing to be called such: “Suluk is bad and Melayu is arrogant” but the “country and world is peaceful” is achieved. The war declared ended today by Malaysian authority. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug. 11th March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia!


Details | Rhyme | |

Time

Time goes by so slowly 
Life goes by so fast 
We are just the sand 
In a desert so vast 
Time is the reaper 
We are the corn 
Time is so plentiful 
when we are born 
When we get old 
Time is the same 
But you and I cannot remain 
When we are grieving 
Time is the healer 
When we are sleeping 
Time has no meaning 
When we are dying 
Time does no crying 


Details | Rhyme | |

Deliverance

In wait of deliverance, life lingers ahead
Oblivious of what might lay instead
Impaled, in pain, in agonizing strain
Bereft of peace, life persists to drain

With desires unquenched, a life yet to be cherished
On the threshold of sanity, only nearly but perished
No want to live, no desire to die
The matter at hand was just to get by

Striving, as I must, to get through this moment
A savage ordeal of relentless torment
En route to oblivion, my eyes behold
The aura, valor, unseen, untold

To grant me salvation, my savior has come
The daunting magnificence, seen paralleled by none
A relief, to me, is the sight of my death
For conclusion to misery has finally cometh

With the shore of life now drifting away
To you, dear one, I have this to say
I do not ask you to mark my grave
To be remembered, my friend, is all that I crave

By M. Hussain Effendi


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

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


Details | Free verse | |

Peace Is Needed For Pete's Sake

Imagine children waking up to bombs and sirens in the night.
Parents calming their children's screams of fright.
Rockets bursting in air.
People fleeing their homes, cries of anguish in their voices.

Violence, suffering, dying, too much-
Children homeless, parentless, living on streets.
Peace is needed for Pete's sake.

Politics, religion, race, and greed-
People world wide open your eyes.
We're destroying our human race.

Allow the children to hear laughter again.
Laying their heads on a love one's lap,
Lifting fears and giving them hope
A brighter future for man, woman and child.
Is that asking for too much?

Nothing but destruction in minds of many.
Stop, stop destroying humankind.
Find peace and heal in time.


Details | I do not know? | |

Somewhere We Don't Know

Beneath this gloomy sky, I can feel the warmth of that shy sun hiding between the clouds,
while sick breezes of hope ached the loneliness the dwells in the heart, mercilessly
burned the only memory that’s left of tomorrow, and I .. I was just trying to smell the
air of the eclipsed dawn, trying to breathe what is remained to breathe till I cross the
finish line.

And a touch of grief brought tears to the eye, seeing the life that had been shrouded in
somewhere else, oh, what have I missed! What have I missed in this cruel land!

So many joys I saw that never were mine, so many pains that bruised my nights, yet I never
thought they will be mine, and still I yearn for a life I believe exists in somewhere we
don’t know.

And so I closed my eyes beneath the wings of night, departing away, forsaking my deluded
dreams, burying my soul with the ashes of love and life, with all the dust of what is left
behind, sleeping silently as if no one will ever know that I was here in somewhere they
don’t really know.

"I hope you enjoy it :)"
you can find all my writing at my blog website "Echoes"
http://echoes19.wordpress.com/


Details | Blank verse | |

Desolation ground

Upon the hill where I lay
surrounded by dimmed natures lonesome 
with solitary mind.
Nightly breeze awakens morose eyes
thoughts of her
desolate thy watery heart.

Darkness sky reveals beauties reflection 
only one can see.
Through the pain of sleepless head
I shutter the thought being without her.

No more warm blooded touch
nor desire staring at me with loose grin
no more of it all.

Just me
my thoughts
cried out from never ending 
watery heart.

I want to follow violent breeze rising above
towards my love.
I close these eyes once more 
to see my loose grin
peace is with me.


Details | Didactic | |

A Poem (Hebrews 13:5)

Anger consumed within me,

Rage passed continually by.

A mixture of blue and red,

Blinding the dim light inside me.

 

Once the light was like a flaming torch,

Such a torch that can be compared to the sun.

But even the sun rests, the flames can be vanquished

Only the night was witnessed until the morning dawned.

 

I was created to love you.

This was the only purpose,

But I chose to reject you.

How foolish of me to compose.

 

Given many chances to accept,

Welcome the love higher than my mother,

I was in an asylum locked by my choice.

"No more!" I uttered. 

 

A glowing door suddenly appeared,

"Who could it be?" I questioned.

It opened; a figure so bright glanced at the corner,

"My child, fear not," the figure mentioned.

 

I took his offering hand.

Richness of everlasting springs of water,

The right hand of infinite life.

We departed blissfully as He catered

 

"Do not sow any longer, for you are here with your Father,"    

I began to weep as a baby weeps for his mother.

"My child, for you were once lost but now have been found."

A final tear inching below, the Devil will no longer bother.


Details | Elegy | |

At the darkest time

At the darkest time On the darkest day, You took my hand, You took me to play. I thought it strange, I thought it wise That there in the wood The secret lies. But then I saw it The flicker of light, The sound of birds As they took to their flight. The ray of sunshine Filled your eyes, Around us filled With silent lies. My smile was met From cheek to cheek, Your hand around mine As your eyes grew weak. I see your face Amongst the light, The day that soon Transformed to night. I’m alone now And alone I’ll stay Till the moon flips over And the sky turns grey. But the hand that took, Took me to play, Is there by my heart And there it will stay.


Details | Verse | |

Single Kisses

Focused on you, a wild demons stare
 With a motion it happens
 A emotion flattens
 As you fall beneath a demons glare
 
He notices most things that happen
 Might even pick the clothes you wear
 Believe it or not he really does care
 Knows whats best and helps me get there
 
To perfection the performance blacken when he's scared
 Things fall apart if he's not helping me be prepaired
 Guidence and experience for me his mare
 Sometimes I wonder what it would be like without a demon here
 
He loves positive reactions with greatness and flair
 And how people love me after he dares
 Carefully he holds me through a very small tear
 Me I guess I am getting used to, just hangin round rare 


Details | Free verse | |

Power Of Love

"When the power of love
overcomes the love of life,
peace and contentment 
extend the hand of remembrance."


Details | Ballade | |

The God of love

The God of Love.

I watch the world, my heart cries out
"Oh Lord what be they doing?
They crush the rose with jackboot feet
As karma be accruing
As people fall like autumn leaves
As the old earth sucks them in
As they're blown to bits or slowly starved
Through all of wars grim din.

And no one sees the flowers grow
Or hears the sweet bird song
Or gazes at the clear blue sky
Or feels that they belong
as the whisper deep within them speaks
And tells of peace on Earth
No one seeks that golden flower
Or knows just what life's worth.

And does the God of love look down
Through all of powers noise?
As he watches all those people die
Is there any other choice?
And does he know this carnage
Be done in his good name?
Does it make him very, very sad
To watch our human games?

 2002


Details | Elegy | |

I fear death

I fear death, not quite death but yours, and not yours but mine
I guess I fear my death in being your survivor, but not quite
I fear grief, that it might consume me once more, but not mine
I guess it is your sorrow and despair at death that is drowning my life

I've been here before; I don't know how I survived or what inside me died
I had so many questions that she never answered; they never left, never died
So your gasping breath brings back my sorrow from that walled in stasis
I teeter on the rim of a well that reaches grief's bottom blackness, I lied

It is not your pain I fear, it's mine. I did not survive her deathbed
I never again lived. I died with her though peace I never found
I don't know if it was her death, my loss, hers, or the death cycle
But the air has stayed musty from graves while I pretended not to care

I don't know if I was there for her, or how she felt that last morning.
My memory lapses with that of the child I was then into dreams of gray
I don't know the pain of death, if it is worse to leave or know you are leaving
I don't know if she found peace or her heart broke for me or because of me.

Sorrow swells as the memories fade in, filling that well with blackness
I know that if I don't fall, it will rise up to suffocate me again
If I jump I will lose myself and never find you to say goodbye
My memory lapses, I think I jumped, did I tell her goodbye?

I fear my grief. Grief is all, nothing before or after exists.
I fear that grief will over shadow my mind and I won't be there
I fear that this sorrow will rob me of the words to say I love you
I fear despair will take my soul and this time I'll have nothing left of home.

How do I ask you to share this life with me when I don't know if I'll survive your death?
How do I ask you to live each day and don't let me run when I ran from her?
How do I ask you to believe in me and don't fear when I fear myself?
How do I ask you to comfort me when I'm too afraid to comfort you?


I never asked her to hold me again, to comfort, because she was the one dying.
What right do I have to ask the sick to comfort the healthy, the dead the living?	
And how could I, being the first spirit to die, ask the ones who speak of life still
to comfort the shell I left behind while theirs decays before my eyes? 
There are no comforts to sooth the guilt of living, but forgiveness will birth new life.



Details | Free verse | |

The Angel Who Never Knew

She was an angel
But she didn't know
Life was hers for the choosing
But she chose to let go

Her whole life before her 
But she didn't know
I saw her fall from heaven
The day she let go

She fell into
My broken arms
All of my charm
Only caused her harm

I cried the day
She went away
I close my eyes
See her angelic face

She didn't know
She could save
What does it matter
She went away

And I hold her name holy
As the ghost she now is
My only wish
Is she knew how to live

Life is so fragile
In the arms of an infant
Possibiltiies endless
Endlessly infinite

I remember how 
she could smile
Made shattered dreams
Seem worthwhile
I could do anything 
Under her gaze
It was me she saved
Then ended it all away

Why did she leave me
To figure it out alone
Why was she helpless?
Why was she cold?
Angel unknown
Please return to this presence
For reality without you
Is never as pleasant

The thought of her
Awesomer 
Than you can imagine
She kept me going
By reviving my dragon

Invision a world
Of no material
All in existence
Live in indecision
For no one knows
What they really want
They want a world
That's not enough

And then she returned
To carry in peace
Her healing touch 
reached inside me
I know she's there 
Though I can't see
I feel her halo
Watching over me
I feel diseased
Then it went away
In the same fashion
As she did one day

One day abruptly 
A realization
Was my life
Really worth saving
I'd trade for hers 
On any plane
Because an angels special
Until they're gone away


Details | Rhyme | |

The final argument




I am not a hater , I am a man with  causes
To have peace , to set pigeons free , to share roses
The government of US , I want you just to take a guess!!
Philistine , Philistine ,Philistine is what we miss
Give it back , then may peace be
or, the friend of my enemy 
is my enemy . So let it be 
 So let it be.



Details | Free verse | |

Through the veil

I see you as if reflected
in your dressing table mirrors
or the waters of the old garden pond

You hear me through the echos
or whistling little answers 
things you've not quite placed 
from through the veil
That separates the times of life and death

You see me through the window
In the nature of the robin
Know when I'm around 
through scents you breathe

I leave you little signs
like a solitary pure white feather
Place where you can find it
So you know my love I'm with you
Just a simple little pleasure shows I live

But my dear I wait here for you
As I bless you with my presence
I walk through troubled times right by your side
And I fight the good fight with you in my stride

I see those tears of sadness
When your head is on your pillow
Now that you know I am still with you
Perhaps now you can smile and shine with pride
For you know within your conscience I'm your guide


Details | Blank verse | |

Bloody Observance

We fight this war as enemies
Yet if we threw away are weapons
We could be the best of friends
We would never know

We fight on impulse
With a fear of slaughter and pain
We came face to face
We did not speak
Only our fears fought  

I now stand above you
Then kneel and close your eyes
I have killed you
I search your pockets and find a photograph
It’s of your mother, wife and children
It’s wet
I look closely and see tears 
Streaming from their eyes
I fall and weep in victory

We were only boys 
Who wanted to laugh and play
And stay alive
Only boys


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Free verse | |

Americas Villain

Low flying plane
Cloudless sky, bright blue
Steel clashing, burning orange
Cloudless no more, smoke fills the sky
Thick, gray, rolls through the city
Much more than a tragedy
3,000 deaths
Millions affected
Billions left with a dark memory seared in their minds
By the hands of one, and
A search begins
War, oil, money
What are we really fighting for?
A man, a coward, a villain 
A decade of suffering mentally, 
The pain lies in the gaping hole of our hearts 
And is filled, with the demise of
America’s villain


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


Details | Quatrain | |

DEMON CALLED GOD

The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man


Details | Free verse | |

My Last Thoughts

I lie in bed unable 
To move or speak.
My back pains so,
I cry but shed no
Tears.
I close my eyes but
Only see my faded
Dreams.
Slowly I drift away 
On a distant ocean
Of blind light.
A shadow instantly
Appears, it whispers
Into my ear; I feel
No pain.
I see my family in
The distance, I
Reach out and 
Embrace them tightly,
I fall asleep but
Never to awake.


Details | Elegy | |

Tears of the Broken

Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*



Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we’ve felt their presence In so many ways, we’ve felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again ‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared, The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud” The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.


Details | Lyric | |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


Details | I do not know? | |

A New Hope? (Not Star Wars)

Cleaner air

No more despair

Fighting stopped

Doves they do flock

Together we rock

United Nations mock

We live as one

God has no more song

New year start

Forget terrors heart

 

If you think this will happen

Think again you dreaming marder

As long as the earth spins

Evil has to embark her

This is not a Care Bear® story

We dont live in the clouds with clowns

Finding the lost unicorn is not our biggest worry

Stop smoking and come back down

Until the day comes where we must unite

To save the world from Klingons and fight

We will always argue over who came first

Science, religion, Jehovahs witness, or mothers giving birth

Thats just the way nature is, beautiful but full of hate

You dont see the Lion and the Buck high fiving

As they sip tea on the porch and talk about the hippos weight

They must survive and kill just like the humans trait

So tell John Lennon he made a great song about Let it Be

But also tell him hes more likely to see the DoDo on Discovery

Not that I dont agree.....

I would love to see the world in unity

Unfortunatly......

Earth has man, and man is what is killing me

Until man dies there will never be hope of loyalty

To my mother earth........


Details | Free verse | |

SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


Details | Clerihew | |

My constant mirror

My constant mirror from heaven, 
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry? 


Details | Rhyme | |

Dusk at the Quay

Dusk at the quay

The dusk is here, down by the sea
A summer’s day, a nice cool breeze
And as the sun be sinking lower
A silence with it’s awesome power  
Descends on all for each to hear
As I feel the breath of God, so near.

The boats all anchored in the quay
They look so sleepy now
They wave and bob upon their beds
As the breeze touches their sails
They sit there sleeping till the morn
Then wake up gleaming with the dawn.

What is it then about the dusk?
That brings this silence on
What brings this sense of mystery?
When the sun it soon be gone
When crashing waves may hit the sand
All done with the aid of God’s firm hand.

I sit and watch the Sun go down
It’s the mystery of death
I see it sink then disappear
There’ll soon be nothing left
For the Sea does rob him of his light
He’ll come back, though, with morning light.

14 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

i willingly give my love and my life for them

my constant friend
i still
do not know
exactly what we
are doing here

but i feel death is
starting at my feet
and working up

so......

i must ask you to
tell my lover and 
my mother that 
i willingly give
my life so that
they may be free

tell them to look
at each spring
as a blessing and
talk about how i 
loved the spring.

and to you my 
dear friend,  if you 
make it out of here
i am going to
ask you to give a
extra kiss to those
you
love
then think of me

well the time is
here and i shut
my eyes....no i
do not hurt.  i see
my daddy and my
grandad at the gate
and i must run to
meet them.

i have made it here
and i am truly free.

by janetta


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
                                                  ya'
                                      put your red flag out
                                                  ya'
                                       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 | Than-Bauk | |

My Inner BOSS

Take my hand and walk with me, 
ill show you side of a world that you never seen. 
Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet,
this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. 

No one goes into my hood,
we done really care for you angry mood.
Music will blare everywhere around out street,
it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet.

Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face,
you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance.
You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you,
and make it seem like i had nothing to do.

It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart,
even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start.
You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance,
we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"?



Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! 
PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!


Details | Rhyme | |

An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Jerusalem


 Jerusalem...Jerusalem
 I promise...I promise
 I will reply for the call
 I promise...I promise
 I will bring down the wall
 I promise...I promise
 I will defeat the devils
 I promise...I promise
 With an army countless
 Like pebbles
 I promise...I promise
 To finish the goal
 I promise...I promise
 I will reply for the call
 I promise...I promise


Details | Lyric | |

UNFOLD

The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross


Details | Verse | |

Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


Details | I do not know? | |

My Last Word

Someday at any time I could be gone…
When it happens don’t you dare be sad?
I am saved and living in God’s great beyond,
Enjoying the best times that I’ve ever had.

Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud,
However God’s timing and planning are right,
To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd,
So take up the mantle and against satan fight.

The battle will not be over till the devil’s in hell,
If you are not born again I’d encourage you to be,
Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well,
So your soul too can be made eternally free.

Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love,
The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care,
Outside of grace you were my treasure from above,
Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share.

Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close,
All my sufferings are over with pains all gone,
It’s okay to cry over my death but a party I propose,
For on satan I have the last laugh my journey’s done.


Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may 
bring forth.


Details | Fibonacci | |

not My decision


   Charred
   Charred
   Remains
   URN Confined
   Purposefully stored
   Thrown sometimes in mindful places
   Like parks, lakes and seashores and even green golf courses
   Returning loved ones to rest where they were happiest and most content, forevermore.





Sandra Hudson  1/20/2012
Last line of 21 syllables seems to exceed the allowed space so last word is underneath.


Details | Free verse | |

spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


Details | Acrostic | |

I Heard an Angel Speak

"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"

Hearing this made my heart sing and my soul contrite,
Each time I visit the resting place of so many bones.
Angelic statues look upon me, those of granite stones.
Recalling the words they said to me was so intense.
Dreaming was not a factor, for I was indeed awake.

Angels spoke to me and said write a poem from hence.
Now I pour my soul and spirit into words without forsake.

Angels, the army of God, guard the Heavens above us all.
Nearer to God, we all know they are, answering his call.
Graves are the resting place we visit our loved ones on earth.
Even though we know their souls traveled with loving worth.
Listen in the quietness and your ears will hear them speak.

Seek behind the shadows, be not afraid, and do not be weak.
Prepare to listen to beauty of nature that visits each day.
Every flower and tree holds the power of eternity’s way.
All your saddened heartaches will disappear, upon your listening.
Know the fervency I have found, in Angels eyes glistening.


Written by
Cecil Hickman

date:06-14-2011

written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
Contest Name Angels In Cemeteries 


Details | I do not know? | |

That Place

A birth ends, another begins.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.


From struggle to splendour, from feeble to forever.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.


Will we learn today

From all whom have, the path, lay.

Will we turn the clocks of yesterday

And have it another way.


To learn to forget,

To learn to remember.

To strive only for That Place,

Where all is remembered, all is forgotten.



(In memory of R. R., 1986-2009)


Details | Haiku | |

Possession

you now possess me
cover me with your blanket
earth caress my soul


Details | Concrete | |

An ordeal to be forgotten

Dear diary,
My vented heart speaks to you today,
Help me forget the terrible bygones;
The misfortunes of a young girl,
The pain that she felt
In the coercion of another’s body’s act,
Her screams that were wasted
In crying out for help,
The violent hunger that unleashed 
Itself on her naïve innocence.
The animals that bit her all over,
Left her abandoned in a place where
No one could find her.

The night soon followed her,
It was darkness that embraced her
Bruised beauty.
She lay in her last breadths of the hour,
When she felt lighter than before,
Released from the burdens of her karma.
And suddenly all blacked out,
In a split second she was gone, and
Peace is all she felt.


Details | I do not know? | |

Child's Last Light - Holocaust Child

Salt soaked eyelids sagging
Unceasing streams of liquid
Tears stained the silk face
Painting the terrors of the day

Hush my child, I'll sing you a lullaby
Caressing you with the heavenly chorus
The ground does not desire anymore sorrow
But the stars crave your twinkle

Steadily, curtains of skin descend
Masking the pain etched into the eyes
Lips tremble, uneasy slumber
No more teddies, no more light

Hush, I'll bathe your dreams in white
Let the skin slide from your shoulders
Ease the suffering of physical wounds
I'll mend your broken winged heart to fly.

Tranquility overtakes the mind
Scattered breaths steady to an even beat
A rare peacefulness discovered
Yet the burning sun shall overtake the night

Hush, I'll cradle your bare heart
And fly you to the heaven of stars
Laugh as though you've never uttered a breath
For this shall not last

The morning blaze arises chasing the night
Ashes of humans piled up into mounds
The remains of dreams and lives broken
And one little child

Hush, my child Hush.


Details | Lyric | |

On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    


Details | Imagism | |

Embrace

They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night, 
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.

Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.

Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass; 
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme 
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.


Details | Free verse | |

Poetic Predators

She wolf of the poetic world who run
and struggle to maintain her dignity 

Our words, our dreams are falling to pieces 
By, the predators of this time period 
We are the prey for  the fearful ones 
Who scrolls and display rude comments? 

Deep within as you lament over our poems 
 we rise up stronger than ever
Composing rhyme, lyric and prose 
Unlike your hatred about likes and dislikes 
Narrative poems portrays the truth 
We shine, we meddled, and somehow, we win 
We are stronger; death with dignity is a poet emblems 

Pieces of our past anthology anguish you 
Your Savage behavior bites you each time; 
We compose; you pursue 
We are the death of your souls 

Mr. Sleepless White Nights 
Your predators, you editors
Are you addicted to your inner critic
 
We have our rights 
You confounded wretch night stalkers. 



Details | Personification | |

AURA





             ------


       In Preference
            - In -
The Rendition of Sound
          ------  
          GOD
  Gave such a gift
Of so many things'
And by His Grace
True abundance
Can be found
      ------
I do surrender' to Thee
With bended Knee
He stand's by My side
He comforts' me
      -----
He is the Messiah
The King' to Me
      ------
I chose to live Live
Out all of My Life
     In Eternity   
          - Fore -
That is My
        "Soul Desire"

               GF


Details | Bio | |

Oh My GOD OMG




         ************

I lay in my bed
Paralyzed from my
Head to my Leg
Blind for over two year's
While these feelings'
Were stagnant
They laid in my head
        ---------
While laying there
I had plenty time to think
I would just sit there
Waiting for a cold drink
       --------
Seem that all was over
The casket had been laid
I could only think of God
Was this the Cross
The price that He had paid
      --------
Fore I was dieing from Aids'
And Addison Disease
I was on steroids,
Yet, my Soul was a ease...
      --------
Fore I had seen the Lord
Yes, I went to the Light
They said that I would die
My sister brought me home
So that I would not die alone
       ------
But, their was this one thing
That stayed in my head
The Lord said to spread the word
To tell everyone what He
Had said,
       --------
This I did wonde
How that could be
Fore I was weak
My body was cold
I was desirous of  sleek
      -------
That very night
As I laid in my bed
I gave my life to
The Lord,
Of my own accord
       -----
Then something happen
To change everthing
I felt so much joy
Even though I could
Never sing....ha.ha.
      -------
Time passed by
As though an inkling
From time...
I was even out of the bed
With Jesus soul ly
On my mind
     ------
Then some-thing else happen
The next time I looked
Guess What?
I had time to write
A new book...
      ------
" The Cross "

           GF














Details | Didactic | |

Sin Slayer

Terror was a part of his bought dead life,
Spreading it was veritably the other
People of his rank was to use knife
Rifles were given to their senior.

Tenacity although rarely wrong does;
He got endowed with an AK-forty seven
His salary was increased to fours
But it didn’t let him groom for heaven.

Authority took him to hotels of five stars’
His options were to obey or suffer 
Often returning successful with only small scars
His deeds made his dead life tougher.

Senses and sin made him quit the inhuman troop
Made him choose suffering over slavery
Shunned him from slaying the sinless group
He shone with scruples besides bravery.

The thought of dying with dignity in cluster,
He staggered to the dreaded ‘Master’s room
Unpacked his sinned weapon with a snigger 
Triggered on the creator of universal doom.

 He eagerly checked the lone house rack
Which bore books for wises to follow,
Now it stacked only an empty sack;
Matters of consequences were impossible to know.

He lies down in the mossy ground,
Letting dreams to come in fleece;
At least there would be no Torment’s sound
The night would pass in peace.


Details | I do not know? | |

The HEART says many words

The eye maybe precious
  but the heart says many words.
It can be broken, 
 it can be filled with love,
it can be dead.

It's the starter of the emotions.

*comment if you have a thought or if you just like (or fav poem)* :)


         -Angel4eva23


Details | Light Poetry | |

Falling Into the Darkness

Falling in love is one thing

Falling in the darkness is another

Falling in the darkness is where time becomes to a stop

Falling in despair

The sorrows of the past comes rushing in

The faces of people around are just a blur

All you hear is the silence

The gripping silence

Where your breath becomes hasty

Everything becomes meaningless

You close your eyes and hope its a dream

But its not

Its the same old play

The same characters acting their part

Same curtain drawing in, marking the end of the play

But the play is never ending

Beging pulled into reality is just another second of escape, but 

You simply don't forget the play


Details | Bio | |

Take The Next Step

Im gone, im leaving now, 
Taking one last breath I remember my vow.
You holding my hand so gently,
Your tears falling, and kissing my lips so greatly. 

I look into your eyes while my life flashes before my eyes,
My hand on my heart feeling the way it dies.
I manage to squeeze one last request out of my depth, 
I take you hand and tell you to take the next step.


Details | Rhyme | |

Bahrain in Blood

Another example of Western hypocrisy,
Is Bahrain where they claim "Democracy",

A self-designed "Democracy" of dictatorship,
Which actually started from a pirate-ship,

In history you will find that some pirates,
Who were the robbery and theft laureates,

Through cheating, fraud and deception,
Killings, aggression and corruption,

They came into power to abuse everyone,
Before was with sword and now is with the gun,

They thought that their kingdom will last,
Because of their savagery, which is vast,

Did not imagine that they would be faced,
With people's protests and be disgraced,

And that the whole world will come to know,
About the truth of Bahraini Kingdom's show,

This show is about the killings and rapes,
Bodies with signs of torture and scrapes,

Children, men or women have no difference,
In receiving this torture for-instance,

They raid the houses with troops anytime,
And become altogether partners in crime,

The news are filled with photos of tortures,
But Western governments are just the watchers

They have no movement or any gestures,
Perhaps they're waiting to eat like "Vultures",

West have been playing "Divide and Rule",
Thats how they fight with this tool,

But they couldn't start a Shia-Sunni fight,
So they created "Takfiris" or "Salafis", despite,

Now they just sit back and enjoy the show,
Because they sowed this decades ago,

 O' Muslims! We must wakeup and realize,
Or we will, from earth, vanish, otherwise,

O' People of Bahrain we are with you by heart,
Every hurdle has a comfort in a part,

Even though it is Eid, tears are dropping,
As if the humanity is itself plopping.


Eid is a word for Muslims happy celebrations specially after Ramadhan. The Bahraini people are facing aggression and brutality of Bahrain's government forces since many decades. 

From the book "Take Your freedom" 2013
Available at www.amazon.com







Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Love Will Survive

There must have been a time or two, 
Though long ago it seems to be.
At least I thought our souls had meshed; 
For this I know, we shared life's flesh.
No one would guess our shapeless bud, 
Sprang from one's womb of love we bloomed.

If I had known that growing up
 Meant loss of memories too tender 
And sweet, I would have used the
Will God gave, to shield us from both 
Harm and pain.

No matter what this life may bring, 
We must hold fast to mom’s favorite phrase, 
"Be Good to Your self"; then from some deep, 
Dark place her love resides, 
The calm and peace will surely rise.

Know this my brother, 
Our love is strong, and now 
She has gone; we are all we have.


Details | I do not know? | |

From Lee...From Heaven

Chosen by the Angels 
To be their brightest star
Looking down from Heaven 
I watch you from afar
Sitting at my window
High up in the sky
Wishing I could ease your pain
And dry the tears you cry
To let you know I'm happy
With the Angels up above
To tell you I am now at peace 
Surrounded by God's love
To let you know that Heaven
Is not a lonely place
And while I'm watching over you
A smile is on my face
But always to remember
When you feel all hope is gone
I'm never far away
For in my son..
I still live on..


xxxx


Details | Free verse | |

Cobblestone path

I met him the other day 
Passed by on the cobblestone 
Between the graves  

Though he dare not look up 
I could hear the sobs 
As wet drops fell 
    
 His draped black cloak 
Tattered and flowing 
Billowing fog in the cemetery 

Chills ran down my spine 
Yet his sadness warmed me 
 No joy came in this profession 

My sky blue eyes 
Connected with his sockets 
Life in lifelessness 

Embracing the poor soul 
Feeling his scythe  
Pressed upon my back 

I knew no fear 
Only the truth 
As we walked 
Down that cobblestone path


Details | Rhyme | |

Guitarra, Express My Heart

Guitarra, I’m begging,express my heart Pick away all that’s ever ached Place these Spanish notes beautifully To the angel of her face Guitarra pleas, express this heart Bring to life our last Latin nights Dancing that flamenco from her charcoal eyes Reviving fiesta under most romantic moonlight Guitarra as now I gently play Fingers within running throughts through ebony of her hair “El espiritu de amor” is strumming along Bringing back the yesterdays to here Guitarra passion now is in the revival As the ghost of love tangos all around Milagros, I sense you near And in this instrument forever you are found


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Death

A Beautiful Death

High on a hill hidden by shrubs
I am embraced by the branches of trees
I am worshiped by nature
I hide from the exhaustion of humanity’s harassment
I am safe from the horrendous appetite of others
Here comes a high-priced counselor hollering about an inheritance bequeath by my ancestors
He does not pay homage to the harmonic hum of creation
He swats at the harmless honeybees hovering in non-threating swarms
He fails to hear the healing hymns shared by my Father
He has hunted me down to handover hundreds and thousands worth of useless currency
How did he find me?
He is horrified when I asked him to keep his check
Instead…give me what the Spartans called “A beautiful death.”

When moments of melancholy manipulate my mind
I remain in my imagination
Where merry memories as a minor make me remember mere minutes of mirth
Immediately I am reminded of how miserable my millennium has become
My emotions seem meaningless
My time on Mother Earth, a mistake
Remarkably my mood mutates
And I ask My Lord for mercy;
Remove me from this realm
And give me what the Spartans call “A beautiful death.”

Quietly in my coffin—tricked into wearing a tux
A comical smirk marks my mask
I could have collapsed on a corner
Countless wouldn’t have noticed
One more cigarette would have been nice—
Because cancer did not caress my corpse
So-called companions circle my casket
Consoling each other with questions
They are all concerned… “Suicide?” they asked
They sincerely think they could have rescued me
From the epic conclusion of my existence
Their cold-hearts in chaos—they are infected with karma
Could The Creator resurrect me back to collect compensation for their cruelty?
I would decline
Let me relax in peace 
And keep what the Spartans call “A beautiful death.”


Details | Haiku | |

Worthy

blade to my belly
i smile thinking of my life
love and sacrifice


Details | I do not know? | |

Contagious Hate

How much hate can a terrorist create?
Truck loads for those who decided my mate Deans fate
The date 12th of the 10th 2002
Two ammonium nitrate bombs blew
It was an attack by a pack of rats
Murdering my mate on holiday with the Kingsley Cats
Celebrating a grand final victory by partying in Bali 
Why did it have to be?

Dam Abu Bakar Bashir, Amrozi and the rest of Jamal Islamia
These cowards intentions were clear and severe 
To inflict fear on westerners and to kill Aussies just having a beer
They want to plunder 
Unless they kill all of us there only gonna make us stronger the hatred can't go on any longer
Those had no cause or any remorse for using force to fight their so called "holy wars"
Which were said to be based on their religious souce
At the same time breaking their religious laws
No one should have a problem with any race colour or religion
Only a problem with any murdering individual that are in them
Weather it be Hindu, Muslim, Cathlic or Christen, black or white is no justification for a fight


Details | Ballad | |

The Human,The Demon, And The Angel

The Human,The Demon, And The Angel

I'm the one who must stay
I'm the one who must kill you
I'm the one who must reverse time

I am to die when the new moon is in range
I am the one to be your executioner your taker of life
I am to observer and to take note of everything and of every life


Who are you to say I have no future
I say what I please for I am the bringer of death
I want to help I wish to free you I need to save you

There is no more time for my life 
You never had a life to begin with
She was free until you stole her very being

I am the human who must die
I am the demon who only wants her body for it kill
I am the angel who will take her soul once her body is gone

We are in one body
We are in one mind
We are three trapped by one bond

These times are different then the last 
These times are different then when I was young
These times are different then when the earth was made

Oh how we let this control us
Oh how we take our worlds and live for such granted
Oh how we let who we are put fear in our hearts


I leave this to you
I leave this to you
I leave this to you

We have exceed 
We have flown 
We have drowned
We have died
We have lived
We have made many wonders
We have created a new life
We have done evil deeds
We have done good deeds
We have but to wait for the one day
We have but to wait for our freedom
We have each other 
We have nothing but that
We have nothing but each other and to wait 
We have to wait for freedom


Details | Haiku | |

Play with doves

After long day`s play
with doves ,they fly in the light
Let`s rest in the love


Details | Rhyme royal | |

''Collaborating In The Clouds''

~My agonized,withering body lay still in bed.
Death approaches,life hanging by a single thread.
Cast down twas light through shimmering clouds.
I knew,I could feel your shelter.
Afraid nevermore.
This last breathe,a last sigh.
To those with love,my bid goodbye.
Please don't deny me,but gratify me.
Only to long for righteous words.

~A Voice,pure as the heavens above spoke~

''Oh child,trust this temple as your home.
The tracing of years,your birth to full grown.
Embrace thy warmth of everlasting life.''~

written by,kaceymike29
Kacey Greenlee
for the Collaborating In The Clouds contest~
sponsor~pd~The Poet Destroyer~






Details | I do not know? | |

Made Brand New ?

Holy be ?
You desire this of me…
Is this possible am I able ?

Consecration, dedication towards the goal !
Ultimate sanctification for any soul…

Purity, virtue and piety…
Just some names of a few,
Made brand new.


Written by: William Arthur Tell

1Pe 1:16  Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.


Details | Free verse | |

Raven Flies Free



 
 
 

Long-lived and rusted 
the flint lock pistol clutched in suspense......        
death had come to call......              
with a longing in her heart.......
she stood guard fighting her transformation,  
silent fog rolled beneath a picturesque cliff......
waiting in silence her spirit cried for confirmation,
a longing for a peaceful flight enthralled her desperate heart........
in the distance swirling clouds parted
at once, a voice in harmonic rhythm sang out
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"............
and in that instant her spirit rose in a peaceful calm......
destiny had been received, 
a glorious revelation revealed
engulfed in love her spirit rejoice......
Hallelujah......
Hallelujah...... 
Palet......Palet......Palet...............

Her spirit soar......


________________________
Hebrew translation for "Palet" is "Deliverer"

________________________
A Rambling Poet Contest~Among The Dead
Poet~Rick Parise


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Shall Wait For You My Beloved

I shall wait for you to come my beloved
For you are my white star of twilight
The moon in the sky’s far end

I shall rise up with thee
Lie down with thee
For in my dreams thou art always with me

Oh Great Spirit
When our time has come
Join us together as one in the wilderness of your sacred home
When you look upon us give us your peace and refreshing sleep

For you and I my beloved, are two halves joined together
Each others distant shore
The left and right wings of the bird
Two halves of a seashell

We are apart, yet connected by a greater love
I shall wait for you my love 

The sun and moon bless the union of our spirits
Designed by our Creator for life’s endless journey
Joined like a tree to earth, a cloud in the sky
You are a part of me, as I am of you
Bonded by the Great White Spirit

You are my love, my heart’s best  friend
Our love will never cease, never end
I know it is thou who moves within my heart
Now and forever my beloved - I shall wait for you to come
Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ my love
_______________________________________________________________________

"Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ means I love you in Navajo"


Details | I do not know? | |

Pardon my Insanity

I don’t want freedom. Forgive me for sounding paranoid or crazy.
But this man used me. After knowing my history of pain. 
Now I see why people kill the victims and themselves.
Doing away with all evil its emancipation. 
At my wits end. Where sanity has eaten away my brains.
Where my soul has no resting place. And tears are like acid.
That burns through my cheeks. Pardon my insanity.
For I have fallen too many times. Where getting up is just powerless.
My heart is caged. All the impact and friction it took, For years.
And still it beats. Keeping me alive to face another brutal blow.
Pain so severe. No medicine or words of encouragement
Can put me at peace. Love is inadmissible here.
For I am deceased .

01/17/13

 


Details | Free verse | |

A Consciousness Of Self-Confidence

Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.


Details | I do not know? | |

It's Time

It's time.

The two times before
Were tests
To see if she could
Identify the moment
When she should leave.

It's time.

The words
Buzzed in her head
Over and over
As she tucked the last items
In the bag she had prepard.
A bag similar to the one
An expectant mother would have ready,
But she would never
Need that particular bag,
He made sure of that.

It's time.

It was 10am,
He had been gone
The better part of three hours.
The longest three hours of her life.
She waited patiently,
Just in case he came home
For some forgotten tool or document.

It's time.

She slipped out the back door
And scaled two neighbours' fences
Before entering the street.
With her hat pulled down low
She made her way to the bus station.
It was time to leave town.

It's time.

She bought a ticket to California,
Los Angeles to be specific.
She would become a lost angel
In the city of angels.

It's time.

As she waited for the bus,
She heard a car shrieking
To a stop outside.
She shrank into her seat,
But it was for nought,
As cruel hands
Pulled her from her seat.

It's time.

First came a slap,
Then another,
And by the time the ticket agent
Came out to pull him away from her
He was punching her.

It's time.

He shrugged off the agent
And ran to her,
But by that time 
She had pulled out
Her grandpappy's Smith & Wesson,
And with shaking hands
She lodged a bullet
In his heart.

It's time.

The gun was a present 
From her momma,
And from the day she got it
She practiced on old toys
Behind the abandoned toy factory.
She practice until it was time.
Today, the time came
And it tuly was time.

It's time
For her abusive husband to die.


Details | Free verse | |

Never Look Away


                                                                                      Armistice day, 2012.
                               Never Look Away

Remember, remember,
11th November,
No more gunpowder,
Gas screaming rot.

Remember this day,
Never again,
And tomorrow those who fell we forgot.

Remember, remember, remember.


                              David Nickle Read   


Details | Sonnet | |

BLOOD OF GERONIMO

    BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Wrong

This place is wrong
Thats why i write this song
Just to make sure we all know 
How wrong the war on terror has gone

In the Afghan we fight the Taleban
In Iraq we fight the image of Sadam
Where fighting anyone who follows Islam
And i shouldn't need to say thats wrong

So all you people here my song
And everybody stand up and right this wrong
So lets just have some peace in the middle east
But first of al lets have peace on our streets


Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


Details | Free verse | |

Song of Solace

Carry my limp body to the riverbank
and lay me down, ever so gently.
Listen! Do you hear? Listen as you hold on still,
to the song of solace.

Hear the serene roar of gushing
over rocks and branches and silt,
cool and kind upon my feet, engulfing my legs
and soothing my spine as I sink deeper into liquid crystal.

Open your ears to nature’s call,
so subtle in the sparrow’s chirp,
also, the trees imitating rattlesnake warnings
when leaves obscure one another’s path.

Now, silence… only but a few
rustles frequently sound, peacefully,
as heartthrobs cease 
to the rhythm of a sad tango.

I thank the One granting me
this final breath,
the evidence of life and source of my feeble existence
so I may bid you farewell.

Hold me ‘till I give up fighting.
Arrange forget-me-nots in my hair, then walk away.
Let me drift into conscious oblivion.
Allow my heart to sink into the depths of grace, let the silt scrub me bare.
Pray my soul once more be drenched in forgotten memories
and shed a tear for those buried in the Song of Solace.


Details | Rhyme | |

If I die before I wake

As I die he will be with me,
I fell in love he had the key,
And always knelt on one knee.

My last thoughts are of him, 
As the lights go dim,
Life circling on a rim.

All at once we are apart,
The taste is so tart,
It all hits me in the heart.

You are left to live,
My heart your captive,
There is nothing to forgive.

My cheeks blush so shy,
With a tear in my eye,
As I start to die.

Fear not for I am well,
As many up here can tell,
It is not quite hell.

As I look from above,
kissing the forehead of my love,
I wonder what he dreams of.

I look at him so fondly,
his lips curve so grandly,
as he sleeps so soundly.

I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed,
I wish to be with him but I am dead,
My life over and has fled.

I fear for my love for he is kind,
Strong handsome and well lined,
But now I leave him way behind.

Finding love is like a quiz,
Never knowing what it is,
He needs love from a heart as strong as his.


Details | Couplet | |

Put Down NUKES, Put Up Yir' Dukes- - - - - - - --------

HUMAN BEINGS MAN...don't tell me it was necessary!
Couple hundred thousand people obliterated in a few seconds is beyond the realms of scary.

Truman you musta' been sniffin' glue man...you know you didn't need to do it. 
I can hear ya' today giving the A-ok to the Enola Gay, "Kill 'em all...men screw it!"

And not only did you pull it once, but you saw the need to do it twice. 
It wasn't like the "Little Boy" you deployed landed in a field of rice

No sir, ya' went and sent the "Fat Man" to devastate the city of Nagasaki even faster!
Just three days after the blaze reeking disaster plaster casting Hiroshima in disaster!

Now before ya' good old boys start raisin' yir' voice about December Seven!
Ramblin' off at the mouth racist claims and who is or isn't gonna be in heaven.

Half a century to think about whether or not two wrongs makes a right.
and ya' still can't see the sin in bringin' NUKES instead puttin' two dukes up in the fight?

Are you kidding me? Someone please tell me the rationale in evaporating innocent women and babies.
when the question arises of taking harmless family's lives....the answer is NO...no IFS, ANDS, or MAYBES!


Details | Haiku | |

deeply, the last rose

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Pessimist

How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.


Details | Free verse | |

Crying Magnolias

When my heart is caving in and I feel all alone,
I wake up in the morning so far away from home.
When my soul is crying out and I feel like I'm lost,
I'll hold my head up proud so I will pay the cost.
So life won't pass me by, I'll live while I can.
Make the best of days gone by, wish I could hold in my hands,
my magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall.
Instead I remain so far away from home.

When I'm crying out for life,
I'll hold my dreams I have in store.
Even though it seems I can't get my foot in the door.
And though I'll pay the price, 
because I've sacrificed.
Soon I'll return again one day,
under Louisiana blue sky,
just so I could hold my,
magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall,
but instead I remain far away from home.

You gave me your hand to hold.
You kept me warm when I was cold.
So when my dreams unfold,
I'll be back to hold,
my magnolias crying in the rain,
so I can catch the drops that fall,
and no longer remain,
so far away from home.


Details | Sonnet | |

A Homecoming

I have spent many hours reflecting on my dad's last earthly days. How he stared silently at the room's far corner, in another place. At times, many visitors filled his crowded hospital room. But my father's eyes were transfixed, his face peacefully consumed. Though he could not speak, I questioned his mesmerizing vision. As I held his hand I knew the answer, God had made His decision. Angels had come for my dad as he quietly faded in that bed. His time of peace had come, but it was the moment I had dread. I wanted Dad to stay with me just one more minute, hour, day. But summer, his favorite season, had come, the time for me to find a way to let him go, Jesus was calling; so I kissed him goodbye through tears. As he took his final breath, a peaceful calm washed over my fears. I stared off into the distance, imagining beautiful angel wings of love, embracing my dad, then flying him to the eternal summer of Heaven above. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 19, 2012 First place in Touched by an Angel contest (Gail Doyle) Eighth place in Emotional Poem Contest (PD)


Details | Ballade | |

Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SEND US

(Hell is here)
Send us bombs
and open the wounds
the sores
that have not even healed
Spread out our pieces
over the fields
(if there are fields)
cover them with black plastic
(if there is any)
and light no candle
for it is better to be in the dark
Blow up bodies
sending souls to hell in pairs
so they may procreate
the race may still exist
the hunger may grow
misery may not cease
Give hearts to the dogs
and dogs to the rats in the sewers
which are inundated
(more than one can think of)
Send us fury and excuses
and may 'tooth for a tooth' not
prevent you from eating 
your own remains 
for anything else remains 
when sleep is gone.'

Patricia Evans


Details | Rhyme | |

Fear no more



                              
                                        When I see the eyes ...tear
                                    Of somebody I could never ...bear
                                        To forget about it and move on
                                      While others happy and ...cheered
                                           That principle in me is ...rare
                                     I have looked into the eyes of ...fear
                                      And made them tears...Who dare!!!
                                                 A good way to say:


                                                "An eye for an eye"


Details | Narrative | |

La Gala Grandeur

~La Gala Grandeur~


Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid


Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware
My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my embracing


Free from fragility,I am no longer appraisal's prey
No less nor more than another,we abide incorruptable
Orchestras of saints and psalmists,exact an spectacled sonata
Devout and divinely,we dance dutifully for mercy's grace


This revel illimitable,is always available
Admittance thou art assured,whether or not of invitation
With none boundary of era,we know ye will attend
It is but a matter my friend,of just when...


...is then



~Azaza~ June 19th,2010


Details | Quatrain | |

The Baby Fawn

A baby fawn leaps into the meadow,
I hold my breath and try not to scare.
I watch in beauty as she grazes,
And smile as she becomes aware.

She stares at me intensley,
Eyes deep with young innocence.
She slowley goes back to her grazing,
Her ears flickering to my presence.

She takes a sip from the stream,
Before she frolicks toward the trees.
She looks back at me one last time,
Then hops through the autumn leaves.

An emptyness sets inside me,
For now the fawn is gone,
Left out all on her own,
To defend herself towards harm.

To know i can't protect her,
Sets my stomach in unease.
But I tell myself she's happy,
As free as the flowing breeze.

Because sometimes to hold on,
Can hurt the one you love,
And even the sadness of her being gone,
She will be pain free from up above.


Details | Ballad | |

The forest of grief

The forest of grief:

At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window.

Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. 

“What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?”

No vegetation, growth, or life exist.
Only the suffering from distant pasts.
Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants.

“Do they know death?
Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries?

I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.”

There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Still Night Lodge

Still night broken by call of soul owl
watching over the lodge of my father's brother.
The next world awaits my uncle. 

His walking clothes prepared. 
His feather oiled to a brave sheen. 
Knife freshly sharpened in beaded sheath. 

He calls to owl. I'm ready. 
The women begin the journey chant. 
My father dances with joy tears.

3/30/14


Details | Rhyme | |

A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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unnecessary chains

driving home
another late shift 
work long hours just 
to make dues
when the money I received 
gets paid back to you. 
lurking in the shadows
a man that has no soul
looking for ways to make
them like him more
his face is fresh I speak the truth
but justice isn't there...
all he cares is bonuses they set for him 
to slayer. 
corruptness lies where there is debt
and in our debt lies chains
the ones who say we're free are lame to think
its not a game. 
a joke, lies go up in smoke
as he goes home, with his bonus, alone.
wishing his dick was a little bigger. 
wishing the white girl loved him as much as she loves
the man he took away. 
Unnecessary Chains. 
Unnecessary Chains. 
his fresh robotic face
a disgust to the human race.


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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


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Firearm fatalities

Firearm  fatalities

Look at what recent media reports state
Awful, ironical, amusing  at once
Folks at the mercy of firearms in the STATES
Which fights terror, left and right, with booming guns.

Why not, at gun control laws, have a relook?
In Oak Creek and elsewhere, what a toll it took
Putting  US civilian lives more at risk
Than those in the war-torn  Afghan and Iraq.

7th Aug 12


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Rainbow Child

God answered my prayer.
I asked Him for a child,
a child with all the races,
all the hues and colors,
all the shades and tints,
so that when she enters this hateful world
which only sees in Black and White,
she would not be discriminated against...
she could not be discriminated against.
For she would be Black and White.
For she would be neither Black nor White.
She would be a class of her own.

You are my Rainbow Child.
You were brought to this world by a Colored mother and a Blank father.
Your father died long before you were born...
he was hanged.
Your mother... me....
I pressed on
Until
one day
It all became too much. 
So I clenched you tight to my breast
And I sang you a song.

"You are my sunshine"
And indeed you were.
"My ONLY sunshine"
My ONLY reason to live.
"You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know, Dear, how much I love you.
So please don't take my sunshine away."

I pulled you from my breast
and looked at your beautiful face.
My Rainbow Child...
My Rainbow Child.
In my arms so peaceful and calm.
The very thing I longed for you to have...
Peace.
Peace in a disruptive world.
Peace in a confused reality.
Peace of mind.
And you lay in my arms,
Eyes closed,
No crying,
No noise,
No moving,
No breathing.
Peace.


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Only One Man

One life at a time...
One struggle too long...
One decision gone wrong,
and whole countries takes the toll..
War people cry! and the riots go out..
To the thought that one man made,
and the rest follow suit in arms..
It's not political to shed blood over feuds of power..
It's not humane to cause pain to those already suffering the empty hearts of their leaders...
War has no reason, no point, no end...
Guns are a tool for violence, and peace cannot ever come from them...
To fight for freedom is human nature, and a country in the line of fire will fight for
theirs... 
The politician who calls war, is the war himself... 
They are the beginning of war.. The power seekers... The status mongerers... 
Politicians are the reason countries go to war... 
There is nothing else...
But one man against a country...
He is the reason.
... and he is only one man.


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Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


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Titless Girl

This reality is a titless girl:
Nothing to offer superficially;
But if I peeped under her breast,
I'd receive what'd put my soul to 
rest.
Sadly, I haven't the greatest of 
senses
To blow my fallible beliefs out of my 
ear;
What's offered underneath will stay 
in the rear.





Details | Kyrielle | |

A STEADY LIGHT

In a dark, uncaring world such as ours,
there must me a steady light at all times:
bring your candles and your Christmas's carol books without being told...
ring out bells to the wild sky overlooking the bright and peaceful road!


Darkness has prevailed since our ancestors sinned,
let it end today to face a blessed day never imagined:
honor and worship your God by praising Him for His undeserved kindness...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky awaiting profound peace found in stillness!

A loving brother should never hate his own brother so kind,
as Cane did with premeditated murder on his carnal mind:
realize the heinous action that initiated the flow of first, innocent blood...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky as everybody smiles and sings out loud! 


Harmony has finally returned after a long absence,
to change hearts and minds and instill confidence:
angels peak and delight in seeing the happy smiles on faces below...
ring out wild bells to the sky on the jolliest season buried in snow!  







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the smoking bandit

hacked from earthly dust
as wrought by unwary same,
the smoking bandit rises
to stake its deadly claims.

as history bears us notice
for peace is what it tells,
the smoking bandits beguiling 
its heart be set in hell.

the smoking bandits theft be swift
its booty paid in death,
but no one in the land dare speak,
just stare with laden breath.

blood and war on mangled boors
the smoking bandit spews,
and reaps reward for all the more,
its victims whom ill knew

forever then let us lay smoking bandit
to rest; begone like setting sun.
and pry away its mask from face-
to see a smoking gun!


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Escape

when your darkest hour is met 
and your deepest fear brought forth 
your stranded with no escape
your alone with no remorse 

your mind will escape all rationality 
as poison engulfs your heart
until your body is broken  
and your soul destroyed

life is the curse 
and death is the release 
reunite with the father 
depart from the sinned 

release your inhibitions 
break free your aphotic descent
and reach your final stature 
be at peace at last

the world will not perceive your greatness 
until your body has long been lost 
but your soul will live on forever
and your message never forgot


Details | I do not know? | |

Asking for a name list

To cry I’ll be able to make
How many people
After my death?
Who are they?
What are they of mine today?
Did I love them?
Did I do for them?
Why they would cry?
Did I cry?
For why? For whom?
Yes, I’m dying soon.

_______________________


May 3, 2010
Kallyanpur, Dhaka
Bangladesh


Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


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Alone

The warm concrete kissed my cheek
when I had finally stopped falling

and I lay there, 
at peace in the sunshine,
bruises on my knees and
scrapes on my hands
bleeding oh so quietly

while I sang my uplifting songs of gratitude.

It's finally happened,
I met the ground,
The world quit spinning
all around
The clock just stopped
The pain just quit
I just embraced my moment
while my throat was slit

I sang and sang and lay and prayed,
My time has come, it's over now, bless my soul
forgive my sins
--scratch that--
I don't give a sh**

Just leave me be, here on the ground
Let me sing without a sound

Let me be at peace 
In my effortless glow
Let me have my minute
Of being alone.


Details | I do not know? | |

NOTHING MORE

The love we shared had been wasted
If the hearts are always different
Until when should I last?
Frustrations felt in my heart 

If ever we are still together
Can never become one again
Though there are remains of our love
Just leave it to end up here

There are no hopes anymore
There are no dreams anymore
Leave me alone without you

There are no words that my love can say
Never will I go back to you
Let me keep all the memories we had


Written in the presence of a friend, Fhaieye that is later slain by an unknown gunman after 
few days in the vicinity of their university in Zamboanga City.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


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The "last days"

A world filled with violence and hatred,
I see the news and I hear the reports,
A beautiful paradise is now tainted,
Love ones having to part, but all these happenings-whose fault?
Mankind out there are searching for a way out,
"When will wars end?", they scream and shout,
Is there a hope and a better tomorrow?
Where we don't have to live in a world so cold?
The ONE above witnessed it all,
To the righteous ones and meek ones he calls,
A promise of a new world for all who responds,
For the wicked ones, their days will be gone...
Paradise earth to be restored,
Peace and security will not be a fantasy,
For us a new world is installed,
All that is good is not a dream but will soon be a reality...


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The Hollow Victory

The battle rages on
As the bullets fly
In the quest for victory
Our young soldiers die

They laid like stone
Tears of red
Hearts pierced by bayonets
A hundred men dead

Fighting for freedom
That’s what they were told
As the days progress
The truth would unfold

Not freedom or liberty
But a piece of land
Greed and power
Go hand in hand

With dawn’s light
The sounds of battle now still
One soldier stands alone
No more he has to kill

Wading in a sea of blood
Fallen comrades at his feet
Was this truly victory
A war based on deceit

What freedom lies in survival
When so many heartbeats cease
It is only those that died
That truly know the meaning of peace
__________________


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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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WHEN THE DOGWOOD IS IN BLOOM

WHEN THE DOGWOOD IS IN BLOOM AND THE RANGE HAS TURNED TO GREEN
I WILL RIDE YOUR WAY AGAIN LIKE THE HAPPY VISION IN YOUR DREAM.
WITH THE SUN SHINING ON MY BACK ON THE TRAIL LEADING TO YOUR DOOR
I WILL COME BACK TO YOU ALWAYS IN YOUR HAPPY MEMORIES AS BEFORE.

YOU REMEMBER HOW I WORE MY HAT? SLIGHTLY TILTED TO THE SIDE?
AND HOW I ALWAYS SAT TALL IN THE SADDLE WHENEVER I WOULD RIDE?
I COULD SEE YOU WAITING THERE AND I WOULD SIT TALLER THAN A KING
MY PRIDE WOULD SWELL AND I HAD TO SMILE KNOWING YOU WORE MY RING.

WE SWAM IN THAT LITTLE BLUE HOLE BENEATH THE COTTONWOOD TREES
THEN LAY ON A BLANKET STARING AT THE STARS IN LOVE YOU AND ME.
THE HOURS WOULD PASS LIKE MINUTES AS YOU LAY THERE IN MY ARMS
I THANK GOD EACH AND EVERY DAY YOU GRACED ME WITH YOUR CHARMS.

WE TOOK LONG WALKS HAND IN HAND THROUGH THE FIELDS OF WILD FLOWERS
CHASING COTTONTAIL RABBITS AND RED SQUIRRELS TO THEIR HIGH TOWERS.
WE PUT UP THE CORN IN THE SUMMER AND GATHERED PECANS IN THE FALL
LIFE WITH YOU MY DARLING WAS WONDERFUL AS I ALWAYS WILL RECALL

DON’T WEEP FOR ME BUT REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES THAT WE HAD TOGETHER
AND RECALL WHEN WE WALKED HAND IN HAND IT WAS ALWAYS FINE WEATHER
SO PUT ON MY COAT AND SIT ON THE PORCH AND CLOSE YOUR PRETTY EYES
I’LL COME RIDING TO YOU WHENEVER YOU WISH JUST WATCH OVER THE RISE.


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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.


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Within the Flame

Alone, he sits before the fire
comforted by its warmth
mesmerized by its flame.
Somewhere, deep within his eyes
determined to manifest themselves
ancient visions did appear.
Drawn from across the ages
gathered too from all nations
warriors march(ed) with strength reborn
across the great bridge of time
enemies no more.
Anguished voices, ages old
once carried upon the winds
cease forever to be heard
for now, only sounds of silence reign.
Ancient lands, old beyond their time
ravaged by wars too countless to note
covered for centuries in rivers of blood
will no longer bear the stigma.
With head bowed, a silent prayer given
one single tear shed, forgiveness asked
all help to cleanse and heal.
When angels ever gently place their hands
over battlefields once set upon by death
the healing process shall begin
and life will once again be restored.

©Melody A. Coster (12-16-06)


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My Confession

Never followed the right lane,
Was always in the wrong train.

Thought would do everything with ease,
Rule the world & bring them on their knees.

Pride was which I was after,
Never cared and let everything by laughter.

Money's the thing for which I was thriving,
Got away easily for crimes just by bribbing.

Never thought of the changing trends ,
Foes were always in the form of friends.

Time I realised this was too late,
Results were goin to b bad & I had to wait.

Time had come for me to pay,
Was so guilty had nothing to say.

Wish had simple life & some better passion,
Punish me for my sins , is My Confession.



---------Yashu


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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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THE MAGNIFICENT TALENT OF RASTAFARI

Rastafari certainly was a young man of magnificent talent indeed...
He praised God, as Abraham did, in his chant and dance with true glee,
Bob Marlyn and Peter Posh helped him become a raggae star;
some folks thought he was crazy with those long, braided hair.


Since ninenteen-seventy when hippies abounded,
and revolted against the American Government with protest...
Rastafari wrote great songs of many themes for the oppressed
and poor who were denied civil liberties in their own land.


Listen to those songs, feel the vibrant beat in the his unique music
and walking in his shoes you can sing with him and become his friend,
because Rasatfari dreamed of seeing all peoples embrace around the troubled world...
has he died in vain or left an indelible legacy for those adoring his everlasting beat?


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Future Earth

Completely at ease
Calm, tranquil, serene
Bronze skin sunbathing 
Cool breeze

Enveloped in earth's beauty
witnessing creation;
Becoming embodied with the thoughts of perfection,
original earth
original plan of action
Ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction

The old world is no more
We've come fully human
heart and mind restored
No longer noting the difference between
the old world and the new
Completely erased
Renewed

But in the meantime, 
I moan for freedom from strong holds like
sickness and death and oppression
I moan for freedom for the disabled 
the mentally challenged,
the persecuted and their transgressions

Freedom from racism, injustice
ignorance, violence and depressions
I moan to end war, rape, incest
exploitation, thievery and anxiety

That was not the original plan
But the earth will be restored
and be as beautiful as it began


Details | Free verse | |

MY LOVELY HATE SPEECH

Open Letter to you,

MY LOVELY HATE SPEECH
I hate my speech today, yesterday and the day dust rises.
I was there opening my eyes carelessly, smiling like an idiot
I was gazing shamelessly, walking like an idler without course
Little did I notice my vehicle lose direction; little did I notice my head bleeding
I was just there; the settled dust rising, tables turning, grenades and bullets are now apples
Little did I know the power in my lovely hate speech. 

What pride did we get after slaughtering fellow Kenyans like goats,
What are the stuttering rifles rattling about, are humans turning game,
What are the grenades doing in civilian pockets, are they keys
Why are the churches burning, you cannot tell me tis the holy ghost fire,
What has that neighbour done, why is that policeman lying there,
Why is no body answering me, am I alone, or are you wondering too
Should I assess the power in my lovely hate speech, am concerned.

My love speech I hate you, my hate speech I love you
Both speeches are one, are the same, of same taste, I hate my passion for you
I love my fellow politician, i love his dirge during my friend’s burial
You bleeding mammoth my friend, I like your corrupt tummy
You scavenger of your own carcass, I like your greed for power
You megalomaniac virus of a beloved country, we love you, let us be
Little do we know death will let you release us, How uncertain are we of you.

My eyes are full of your ocean, the palace you exhume immorality
My ears are preoccupied with your desert, the desert devoid of trust, and the just
My nostrils have your pungent infamy, your callous greed, your everything
My mind can’t decipher the thought of your sanity, your policies and you
You make me lose taste, you make me look like you, you make me you
I am youthful to the economy, i am youthful to the wise, am not youthful to your “youth”
Little do i know death will let you release me, How uncertain am i of you.

Am talking about you, what have i said about me? What?
I hope I know the promise in my Kenyan Anthem
I hope I have a plan of getting rid of the chaff, the you
I hope am not you, i hope you don’t like seeing me wise
I hope your son is listening, the son that wants my very own daughter
I hope am the government, the government of me, for me and by me
I hope i know peace, the peace am preaching, the peace you hate. I hope.


Yours Kenyan,
Mzee Emmanuel Mwau.


Details | Free verse | |

The heavens declare

The heavens declare God’s glory

As the body without the spirit is dead
So too the moon is dead 
It has no light of its own
Without the light of the sun 
She cannot shine and give light
In the darkness

So too as the sun rises
In newness each day
So too shall the moon
Rise in newness of light
Reflecting the Glory
Of The SUN/SON 

Like a whirling dancer
The heavens swirl
And sway dressed 
In her skirt of stars 
To the lyrical rhythm
The musical beat 
Of The word of life

© Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012


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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


Details | Cowboy | |

Untitled

Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
NOT EVER!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!


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The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


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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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Peace Talks

I had an uneasy feeling, When I saw that meeting. Two men staring face to face, signs of emotion there was not a trace. Each argued his case, weak and strong, Both were convinced the other was wrong. The first one said, ‘Please justify your bomb that killed the innocent, both old and young.’ The second one spoke, ‘Freedom is worth fighting for, those people were unlucky, casualties of war.’ The two men debated all night and all day, taking no heed of what the other had to say. Then I saw the reason why things were so strange, two men stubborn, opinions that would never change. Eye eying eye, two men became one. Speaking with a single voice, mirrored in unison.
Still may need some work doing to it. Another old one I have revitalized for PoetrySoup.


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Hospice

Her hands shook
as they wheeled
him away.
Had his lips
been dry? 
Had his body
ached? 
Had he longed
for a touch
against his
fragile skin? 
Could she
have done more
to relieve
his pain? 
Could she
have loved him more, 
needed him more, 
begged him more
to stay? 
Her head swam
in the deafening silence
of guilt and sorrow
as she
buried herself
for feeling
relief.


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INTRO BY OBIT

Born January 31, 1953  – Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson – Died January 30, 2048
 

                                                                   	      
 
HeRe, tell the truth,
   liEs The Right Reverend Hudson
 reBorn almost a century ago –
 thE time was winter,
suCh long, long hours
baCk in cold, cold days
 clAndestine rape

SaFety was unim-
poRtant for women
whO were married –
noNe spoke of
suCh 
  thIngs back 
 thEn
 
  By God! This woman
   refUsed to let that
  get In the way of
 her Living –
she Excelled at life

   AlcHemist,
she Understood her birth
    diD not define or restrict
her Self, her choices, her
      lOve, her presence, or her death –  she
    kNew, with certainty:  only truth is true!


Nota Bene – January 30, 2048 is the 100th anniversary of Gandhi’s assassination
 

We Thank All That Is Good She Was Here!


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The Gift of Food Sack


A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand 
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called

Nobody knows but somebody knows 
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and different tongues are noised
While all are paying attention to each of names

Men women indifferent and some with kids
Hope of interests is something hidden smiles 
Trying to overtake before the time comes
But the frame of church flexible rule shows

With my bag and my friend I came out
He reminded me that I did not find out
Variety of food we carefully sorted out
Expiry dates elapsed and  I was going out

In a day or two, if I will not finish
Nothing will happen I know its truth
I ate for the day as much as fresh
Thank to the God that it is the truth

While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea
Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day
No one knows one side of the world of sea
Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day

What the God can do, the God does as much as
Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes
Until the products are passed away in markets
It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods

I felt a self pity when my belly was full out
Thank to the god of justice shows out
Nausea for one is a hunger for the other
Balance of bridge is the survival of mother  

Udaya R. Tennakoon







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peace sun

I woke up this morning and said a prayer for you,
the sun shines through my blinds and it's a shame i can't be there with you
your heart beat creates earthquakes,
your tears bring the rain,
and for the second time it has flooded here again
I'm sorry if i disappointed you,
I'm sorry if i ever lied,
because what i'd do to go back would mean
i could reverse the time that you died.
sick to my stomach i can't bear the thought,
but when the sun shone through this morning
it brought a peaceful thought back to my heart
through out each day i kneel down and pray
and know you're living in the sky
I try making wishes from stars flying by
but the sight must be quicker then the blink of my eye
i'll never know why,
til it's my time to go,
I look around this city realizing all friends are faded foes
I can't hold on, i hold it within,
it is my faith in peace that keeps me from disintegrating within.


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Scratching Baxter

When I left he was in his lounging chair

TV way too loud

The glow of discontent on his face

Made me want to cry

 

The only peace now in his life

Never left his side

He sat there scratching Baxter

Life just passed him by

 

In his day he was the man every man wanted to be

He had the looks, he had the job

The wife, the kids, all three

Then came the day he lost it all

His family went away

Left behind his loyal cat 

Baxter was his name

 

Through all times, most were bad

His cat stayed by his side

A comfort to his troubled soul

In life it was all he had

It has been said 

Man’s best friend

Has always been a dog

But in this case it was a cat

Whose love surpassed them all

 

I went to visit my friend today 

To see how he was doing

Knocked on the door several times

The TV was still blaring

Turned the knob and opened the door

I thought that he was sleep

But somewhere between the days he died 

In peace now he is sleeping

 

In his lap still sat the cat

Who had been his one companion

He knew his master had left this earth

His eyes revealed his sadness

I could not help but start to cry

When I thought of how it ended

Sitting at home with the TV on

All alone while scratching Baxter


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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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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


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Shush

World keeps to turn on,
we are born and die,
dawn comes as night ends.
death reigns in all spots
of this poor, old land.


Time takes big paces,
we don't learn parts,
in things that change
the world and life


My minds stuck,
hands are tied,
they are quiet


Tell me
what's right

Shush!


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Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
 
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.



Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith K. Relf


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Mary Frances McElroy You will be missed

Remembering the laughable times we shared, 
Seeing that guilty look that you always gave,
When we laughed and got caught,
You will be missed,

Being the lovable and caring person that you are,
funny but also serious,
You will be missed,

You were Strong and wise, 
Loved to cook and feed everyone,
but most of all for being loving,
Grandma you will be missed,

Embracing us with your warm hugs when we were down,
Guiding us with your footsteps after you followed Jesus' footsteps,
You will be missed,

Seeing the hurt and pain in our eyes caused by plenty,
You gave us encouraging words to get us through,
And for that,
You will dearly be missed,

Knowing you will be beside us,
To let us know what's right & wrong,
You will be missed,

Grandma in the midst of it all,
I will miss you soo much,
I wrote this poem just for you,
hope you can hear me!!
I love you and miss you!!
Vernard Lamar Mays


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The Ivory-BIlled Woodpeckers Sing,

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers sigh,
"The stars in the heavens would light up the sky.

"If I could just bring
the mountains down low,
Those landforms up high,
Where my trees would grow.

"The drums, cease to roll,
The armor, to rust!
Their hatred to flowers,
Their swords into dust.

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers cry,
"Our homes had a place way up in the sky.

"But now that we've gone,
We're extinct, put away,
We all rest in peace,
And now you must pay."


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THE MAN OF FREEDOM

Bod Dylan was a great songwriter and thinker, 
many have called him the man of freedom; 
he played well and sang anti-war songs
while soldiers were sent to the jungles in Vietnam...
every song became their anthem, 
and they sang it much louder
to forget their unpredictable fate 
which hung on the mercy of others.


I still play old favorites on my turntable,
feeling the nostalgia of those decades...
they delight me with that message so humble,
giving insight to other soldiers fighting another war
to make our world much safer that it was before;
Bob Dylan's songs strongly talked about peace. 


His lyrics weren't written to cause unrest, or start a revolt,
but made citizens aware that fighting was a thirst for the enemy's blood;
it was something so vile that the brain had to abort... 
to narrow the barriers that wouldn't make a stranger's heart turn cold.



P.S. Bod Dylan is the songwriter who has inspired me.







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Footle-ROMEO AND JULIET

Young hearts

found peace


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Why me

Why me
Why me dear god 
Why the hell me!
I did all you asked 
I’ve even played the card 
Of a good girl, the one 
Everyone wanted me to be.
Why can’t you save me.
I’m hurting immensely 
And no one care not even slightly.
How could you allow me to fall 
So deep, so far into misery.
I’ve grown to hate myself so much so
I’m that demon within the angel 
That you see.
I’m crying out for help
And not once did you show me sympathy.
Like everyone else you pretend to care
My prayers are just words you refuse to here.
You watched the tears ran down my cheeks
And didn’t send an angel to watch over me.
I don’t want to be part of this world anymore
Just set me free….
Sleeping forever is where I are to be.

05/05/09


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The Beginning Of An Ending

Do not grieve for my passing, for it was my time
For life is but the Lord's property, and now he has reclaimed mine
I regret leaving you here, though I've indeed been set free
But I could no longer ignore God's call for me
Though I went with Him, I made sure to take you along
And I left with you memories of times past but definitely not gone
I go home to my father in a place of peace
To be reunited with sisters and brothers, a whole line of family
Cry if you must, mourn if you may
But not over things you failed to say
Death is not eternity, it was a short bridge I had to cross
And though I have departed from this world, my life is not lost
I say farewell to you now, for it is a temporary goodbye
For one day you too will go where I now arrive
Someday in the future we will cross paths again
And together we will travel that long road, and there speak of the end


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Lizard tale


   Lizard with sneaky eyes
   four legs , one tail , negligible size
   Seemed peaceful at first , very afraid
   ,but so the devil in disguise 
   How a lizard from far away
   Came close to us , as one mile?
   How a lizard from far away
   As it is approaching, looked like a crocodile
   At the right moment ,I will grab my sphere
   I will stab it , with nothing to fear
   I won't fall for the crocodile tears.


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THIS DREAM TO YOU! MLK HONORED

I could have run and tried to hide.
When God said, "Go against the tide."

"Preach unity and never fight.
All races on earth have equal rights."

In peace and love " I Have A Dream."
No prejudice, or hatred, life serene!

I could have tried to run and hide.
But either way I would have died.

So I chose to carry on.
To show in peace we can be strong.

"I Have A Dream."  It must come true.
And now God gives  THIS DREAM TO YOU.

MAFLongfellow


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3 - Messenger from the Dead

In Hell where I may reside,
if death is not on my side.
Hunger that weeps to no end,
this darkness within my den.

As you enter my palace of pain,
fear not if you have not to gain.
Though previous life proved not,
judgement upon fears are sought.

And so the righteous shall avenge,
in my domain that seeks a revenge.
Cannot escape a wrath left in wake,
my vengeance is all that keep sake.

When I merge the dead with your dreams,
absolute power amongst all that screams.
Should a hundred years from my death,
not exist within the truth spoken breath.

Thus my soul is sacrificed for trading,
greatest power in all my soul waging.
Shall this price not be enough to pay,
the wicked shall cower before I prey.


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American Heart

America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it’s home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart


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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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Valentine's Day

A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one.



I know you're watching from far away.
So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
God gives me the power to understand,
that we can no longer hold your hand.
The sands of time pass graciously,
until we meet for eternity.
My unconditional emotion has no end.
Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind.
My hands are empty without you to hold.
My soul cries out alone in the cold.
My tears still fall and I wipe them away.
God gave me the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.


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Nightmares and imbetweens

A busted boys heart

Beaten black and blue

His bloody hands pray for help

A cowering child

Shaking by the door

Lowers his head and wonders if anyone can help

A woman in fear

She knows her husband will be home

She speaks to the wall that broke her face if anyone will hear her cries for help

                                            “Homo” they say

                                            They want you to hear

                                            Don't feel your pain

                                            They are oh so full of cheer

                                            They will think you're funny

                                            The coolest guy around

                                           All the girls would want you

                                   

       All hands down

Mommy his blue eyes plead

I won't do it again

But you see

She doesn't care

It's not you it's me

Raise that hand again

You will feel relieved

That child loves you

Set him free

                                                                                  She stands with her head held high

                                                                                Hands deep in suds with her face prettied up

                                                                                She thinks he will be pleased

                                                                                He stumbles through the door screaming

                                                                                “What the hell are these?!”

                                                                               He refers to the flowers in the vase by the door

                                                                                “Your son picked those for me

                                                                                It's mother's day you know”

                                                                                “Your no mother you're a whore”

Do you think this is okay?

You're all making mistakes

People should love people not mean harm in any way

Everyone is different

All in their own special way

You may like men or women or both and it's okay!

You're a sweet young boy

Your mother does love you she just can't show it in the right way

The spouse who brings home hate doesn't mean the pain

He may throw you into walls and bash your face

But it's not your fault, I swear it's true
The people who bring sorrow need help not you


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Approaching


It's coming close, it's coming close
As the feeling inside of me
Grows and grows
He is here, I can see
An army of hundred thousand rows 
In the near future, may it be
It's coming close, it's coming close
No peace, not for  now
Only war shows
him winning as his army goes
To free Philistine
It's coming close, it's coming close


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Before it is too Late

Wars, famine and pestilences.
Death comes with a pension.

Poor people in this country.
Poverty all over, feeling empty.

Diseases spreading all over the globe.
Some mutated, some foretold.

Global warming sends a warning.
No one listens, it keeps on moaning.

Clean water becoming undrinkable.
Poisoning into the unthinkable.

Beauty that the world once held.
Destroyed by only a single shell.

Threats of war, they will come due.
A price to pay, because we are cruel.

Extinction presages as our future.
If we don’t all heed the bigger picture.  

Terrorism is the world's axis of evil.
World in court, everyone is blameful.

We must be meaningful and do our part.
It's never to late to have a change of heart.


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Finally, Rest!

Finally! Rest!
Beneath gray stones I lay.
Will Heaven call?
Or will hell have its way?

Will I sleep now,
in peaceful state this night?
Put here I was
by my hand to no delight
to still chilled world
from those who held cruel cheer.
Who'll gather now?
Whose heart will shatter here?

Eternal place,
I've nothing left to save.
Don't cry for me!
I'm happy in my grave.


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Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.


He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan


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When I died

When I left this world without you,
I knew it made you blue.
Your tears fell so freely,
I watched; I know this is true.

While you were weeping,
Days after I passed away.
While all was silent within me,
I saw you kneel to pray.

From this wonderful place called heaven,
Where all my pain is gone.
I send a gentle breeze to whisper,
"My loved ones, please go on."

The peace that I have found here,
Goes far beyond compare.
No rain, No clouds, No suffering-
Just LOVE from everywhere.

You need not to be troubled,
Just stay close to God in prayer.
Someday we'll be reunited,
My love, HIS love surrounds, you always, and forever.

(please rate and comment this im competing for the contest)


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First Breath after Death

I used to live, within a dream
a small cog in the consumer machine
materialism dazzled, with an intriguing gleam
I wanted so much, I nearly burst at the seam.

Then I awakened a voice inside
which promised to take me on a much greater ride
I wasn't sad....when the old me, he died
It was with joy not sorrow, I sat there and cried.

A second chance, I'm born again
alleviation of all of that pain
I've been cleansed, by a conscious rain
which opened the Pineal bit of brain.

I felt alive, but I acted dead
I took little notice of anything said,
Now, I find my own truths instead
spoken by a voice inside my own head.

The transition was mightily fast
27years changed, after one night had passed
I never knew I was only flying at half mast
thinkin' I was winnin' but really comin' last!

But truth's not heard
if you walk with the herd
can't fly freely, or soar like a bird
if you believe, every single damn word.

The message which now flows through me
is filled with a positive and sacred Divinity.

I swam the sea of despair, as if it wasn't even there
I crossed the abyss of wisdom, on a shaky rope bridge
I sipped from the fountain of knowledge
and I drank it dry, I now feel really high
why don't you give it a try? Kiss that old life goodbye,
Life's so much better, after you die!!


A poem by John-Ovan.P.Hull to be entered in the Coming of Age poetry contest.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull


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Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


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I Killed You

I sit here in this filthy room,
Your blood amongst the walls.
your corpse is wedged into the corner
See your spirit fall.

Your lungs are torn, not much breath left,
you beg that I may spare,
So I agree to sew them up,
Now you can have your air.

I slowly tear this knife,
I drag it through your skin,
Your blood floats on your porcelain flesh,
I so enjoy my sin.

I never will regret,
Breaking all your bones,
Or all the sins I claim tonight,
It's written all in stone.

I watch you as you slowly bleed,
I wish you painful death,
I love to watch you suffer
as you gasp for your last breath.

Your innards strewn acrossed the floor,
I watch you as you die,
I love to see you in such pain,
I love to see you cry.

My last words for you dearest love,
Remember them so well,
You never deserved life itself,
I hope you burn in hell.


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Home

twenty-four hours and counting.........
I have been called home to the realm above 
I must submit a bow and gracefully move forward
I must leave you behind my friend, my life....

But, for now......
I shall,

sing a symphony of celebration
dance naked deep within the trees of belief  
dive from the highest cliff I can find
sit quietly and sip chamomile tea 
I will run as fast as I can
skipping and jumping up to each cloud I see
I will relish each moment with a ponder and a plea
as the clock tics down to a grand completion
I will fall upon my knees 
a prayer of thanks I will recite
a word of encouragement to each one who has brought me into the light
I sit for now, grateful for each second spent next to you 
a grateful journey of splendid yesterdays
joyous the celebration , I pledge to watch over thee

goodbye for now......... 

soon a flight to be free.................

quite a Tantalize sensation  

wings 

a halo

yes , it is me..........


 


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THE FINAL JOURNEY

I'm going forward as day,
having witnessed everything
that's ugly and beautiful...
doesn't death lead one to perpetual rest?


I'm walking the same quite road,
delighted by the bowing trees...
their balmy breeze will carry me
into the Universe to find Heaven!


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As I Lay Dying

I feel lazy and weak
Words, I can no longer speak
Body so worthless, fully limp
All my pride faded, officially a wimp
Brain barely carrying out its function
Breaking apart like a loose junction
My vision is blurry
Fading from this world in a hurry
Is this truly the end?
Or is there another place, in it, ill blend
Is there truly a heaven
That has eight doors not seven?
What about hell?
About it, is it true what they tell?
They say there's an afterlife
But what about my children and my wife?
Who'll take care of them when I'm gone?
In denial, the one who's going to be alone
Is no one else but me
This is how it’s supposed to be
The time has come for me to die
And for me, many people will cry
But why am I leaving?
Their sorrow I am weaving
Why am I such at ease about dying?
Worrying about the people who are going to be crying?
Why do I feel so light?
Like a feather flying out of sight
Why is my mind so clear?
No negative thoughts coming near
I'm finally free without even trying
Sadly, it came as I lay dying


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Dream Catcher

When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear


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Death's Kiss

A cold dark night, whispers muttered, I fought for light, and then I uttered,
"Awake me from this nightmare, a black haunting I CANNOT BARE!"
opened my eyes jumped out of my bed, caught my breath, and nodded my head, only a dream,
then I said.

There need not be another that night so I stayed awake in fright,
in fright of that dream, that unbearable thought.

Then as I laid, eyes heavy and weary, so did I fade, into midnight dreary.
When suddenly I felt a presence of pain
a presence of evil, fear, and vain.

Onto the floor then came a drift, and with it fog and ice did sift.

"WHO GOES THERE!" I shouted, to which I doubted my feeble legs as I stood to the floor.
"It is I, Death."
Confused and confounded, I looked into the dark that surrounded, and quite astounded I saw
a monster appear
and to much of my dismay, its finger pointed my way.
"What do you want?" said I in fear "You." said monster, coming near.
"But so young am I" i did reply "Its an awful mistake, for you my life to take."

"Its no mistake, these I don't make." the creature did quake,
 
With wings of bone, scythe in one hand, he brought fear across the land
and still stood his finger, still at me it linger.
"NO!" I screamed and tried to flee, but move now I couldn't so quickly, for to my dismay
these legs did stay, a thousand pounds they did weigh.
"PLEASE, I BEG YOU, DO IMPLORE, I AM SO YOUNG AND LIFE I ADORE, YOU CANNOT TAKE ME, I NEED
NOT GO, PLEASE TELL ME WHY, THIS I MUST KNOW!"

So softly said death, in a single breath,
"No purpose is there, for death is not fair."
"You could be so young, but I do not care."
"And now you must bare what all will bare, Death's cold stare."
"But be not frightened, for with peace will you be enlightened. No more pain or sorrow,
this all I must borrow, until the morrow when all is no more."

His words like razors, cut through my heart
and with it peace, began to start.
For apart from the fear, the unsettled surprise
it dawned to me Death, had opened my eyes.
For life blistered my soul with a sore
that death would heal with its "No More"

"Ok" I said "Take life's pain from my head"
"Bring me peace, among the dead!"

And so quickly he came, and so quickly I went
and brought it no shame, and told it no hint
and with it he did, just as i was told
suddenly no pain, NO FEAR, NONE BEHOLD!
this all he did borrow until the morrow, when all is no more
and of it all i did hear, was just a faint hiss
then into the nothingness of abyss
did my peace come, with Death's Kiss.


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EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


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End of war........Dawn of Devolopment

Killing and Bombs and cruelty and pain;

Fighting for a kingdom, but what did they gain?

Look at the terrorists they act insane

Blood was spilt in every nook and lane.

Three decades of blood and thousands of lives,

This war made many women husband-less wives

The kids lost their dads and moms lost their sons

Who were all shot by the enemies guns!

A country with pearls and beauty and all,

The useless war made the economy fall

Now that It's peaceful and all is calm

Let's get together and make Sri Lanka 

THE PEARL OF THE INDIAN OCEAN

Once again....!!!


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JUDAS

Awaiting a newer heaven,
Seeking the holy book of judgement


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Kidnapped Angel

This shouldn't happen,
To anyone.....
Not ever.
The pain of losing a youthful and yet radiant life
Someone who meant so much to us
The end was not suppose to be like this.
In God's eyes this was the best way
That He could call her home
Laughter that is still ringing in our ears
The smile that we see,
The smile that haunts us in our sleep.....
She was and is
An Angel here on Earth
And an Angel up in Heaven
Yet even in knowing that she's in a better place
We are still somewhat incapable
Of grasping this tragedy
But we WILL see her beautiful smiling face again
One of these days...
We will also meet our Creator......
And she'll be standing at His glorious side,
Waiting for us to come Home......
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This poem is dedicated to our dear friend R.I,P Anna Marie Mayall we all miss and 
love you, you were an incredible inspiration!!!!!


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Fallen Heroes

You remember fallen heroes who died in
 the first and second world wars
Fighters were united and fought above
 political, tribal and racial grounds
Brought forth peace and freedom 
 which we enjoy
Hence, do not water down their efforts
 and encourage unneccessary wars
Preserve peace and pray against 
 rumours of wars
Caananites were conquered 
 due to their undesirable mentality
To the Almighty and surrounding
  nations
Israelites were engaged into battlefieLd
 to get rid of enemies
Israelites acted well in repelling enemies
 and did not sit with hands crossed when faced
 by attacks 
and enemies that came within range
  were slain
Actually ISRAEL of old defended civilians and their
 property from harm and danger
Nowadays appetite for new disputes have
 sparked latest surge in violence
Mostly the essence of war is over 
 trivial matters
Escalation in tensions among nations is  
 an going phenomena

DAILY:In military labs creating various kinds
 of fixed, mobile,  tactical
 long-range radars and roadside bombs,
automatic rifles and airborne electronic surveillance
 systems,unmanned aircraft, missiles 
and artillery systems, mortars and rockets;
FOR MASS DESTRUCTION-KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE:
 killing civilians in aerial and ground bombardments__
  and luck ones fleeing the most appalling persecutions 
    and bloodshed!


chipepo lwele
*Dedicated to fallen heroes


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Martyrdom of a Jew King

My name is Judas betrayer of God everyone hates me yet thats not as much as I hate myself and everything else until its just a word that cannot be felt I can't be accountable to a single action thats unchangeable I wish you would cast off into a river of ashes and cover your body until the sorrow passes thats what I did to slowly admit I'm no longer the devil you wish to possess I buried my burdens deep in demons of past My sin seems to leave me quick as I forget it for you I've become a dead doll submissive I sold the jew king for a mere thirty silver he then became a martyr who would have figured I guess I delivered the greatest good ever so you may understand why my guilt is light as a feather Judas, you coward backstabber. you dog I acknowledge it all now with a wink and a nod people mean little more than they care for themselves you wouldn't take coin if your family were starved? you won't hear my reason then I won't give you no sense I've already given you more than I ever truly meant more than I'm worth or have had to give Judas, the sinner the liar, the pig Judas the desperate for his family to live Judas, the hero for without him dies his religion


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


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King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


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the wall is high

i jump to meet my mark,
it is met with arms out wide,
nothing, yet i expect a spark
so in little black book i confide.

what i ask of the masses, alot
admittedly ashamed i am not
to think, rejoice, connect the dots
to remember what we once forgot.

all i ask i that we don't assume,
they rely on ignorance to consume,
open your eyes and take full bloom,
never take an uninformed flume,

i see too much trouble ahead to ignore,
when i opened my eyes we had ten years,
i am still coming round and now we have four,
i see too much blood that will mix with my tears.

everything will mingle and change
it will all make sense once done
its just right now, its beyond our perceptive range
and to elaborate on the story no fun.

for certain synchronocities will take form
the knowledge unwraping in the implicate
it may not always be blatent, but hidden in the norm
some could term it karma, i make my own fate.


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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





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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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A Stain

Each night she goes to bed in fear
Each night a prayer is prayed
For just one night of peaceful sleep
No visit to come her way
Still every night he enters in
He violates her soul
Abruptly leaves this child in fear
A wounded tattered girl
Until one day she’s had enough
His pain she can take no more
She goes to bed and waits for him
To end her broken world
With one wave she cuts away
The life he lives each day
Now in peace she sleeps each night
And all that’s left
A stain

Each day she prays for freedom
Each day she battles on
The day he promised to love and cherish
The day is now no more
With each day she faces fear
From the man she dearly loves
Leaves her in a battered mess
Scarred to face the world
Then came the day she had enough
The fear she could not take
Aimed a gun while in his sleep
One shot would seal his face
Her life is now free from fear
The world she can enjoy
Now in peace she sleeps each night
And all that’s left
A stain

These stories each are similar
The price each paid was death
Two people lived in daily fear
Now live in happiness
Some say the actions 
Of these ones 
Were drastic steps to take
The bible states 
Thou shalt not kill
But help was just too late
Think back the story
Of the cross
Where Jesus bled and died
He shed his blood 
To save each soul
For us he paid the price
Sounds like the death
Of these ones
At the hands of ones that feared
Was covered by the rugged cross
Where Jesus paid for sin
For God is love 
And each of us
He wants to live in peace
If you doubt 
Go to the cross
And you will find 
A stain


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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 


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MOM OF GAZA OR A BANNED SONNET



An omnipotent'd been ideated by militant clan,
Aeons tell how it put them through a social pace.
To set up abode or to relate races with astute plan,
God had its genesis;women-men needed it to seek solace.


As fact a woman conceives, is manifest
Man couldn't conceive of anything but God for law and lex.
Dyed-in-the-wool,they kept bending head for mending mind lest
They vex orders of war, worship and women for sex.


But missile killed gravid woman with faded hue,
Her baby survived in placenta of its mom of Gaza:
A whole race, policies, religion; yet nothing to rue,
As if all were busy computing to bring future bonanza.
  

No more sacred are our Temple and Church or Mosque and tomb.
Truth says:fetus Jesus'd been bestowed on Mary's womb!


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Infinite Bliss

Bite my tongue
Choke on my words
Spell out the letters
That must remain unheard
No one should hear the desperate screams
Coming from deep within me
No one should see my soul as it burns
Without peace I'll always be
No one listens to the pleas I cry
They ignore me every day
No one sees the blood I shed
And I wouldn't have it any other way
I don't want them to know I suffer
And die inside when I'm alone
I'd rather pretend I'm fine for their sake
But I don't care when I'm at home
I am depressed and with good reason
You shouldn't judge me for this
But I'll stick out life till its end
And die to reach infinite bliss


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GOD ONLY LENT YOU THIS CHILD

I entered my little girl's room
To kiss her and tuck her into bed,
She replied, not just yet mommy
And this is what she said.

I have to talk to the pretty lady
Who comes to visit me each night,
She says she will take me with her
So I have to look just right.

She sat down at her vanity 
And began to brush her hair of gold,
She then gets out all her jewelry
And puts on all she can hold.

She kneels by her bedside
With her little hands clasp tight,
Where are you pretty lady
I want you to meet my mommy tonight.

My mommy doesn't know I am leaving
Yet a lot of nights I hear her cry ,
I wanted it to be a secret
Could it be she already knows why.

As I listen to her my eyes grow misty
So I just let the teardrops fall,
I know the time is nearing
But God let me keep her just a little while.

I hold my precious daughter to my breast
Such a sweet and darling little thing,
Oh God what will I do without her
That is when I hear an angel sing.

As the singing grows louder
There surrounded by a golden light,
Was the most beautiful angel
It was the such a glorious sight.

She took my little girl from me and lifted her
Enfolding her within her wide spread wings,
Just as the sky burst open
A multitude of angels sings.

Do not be so sad says the beautiful angel
For God has prepared for her an eternal home,
You see he only lent her to you for awhile
Then she rose and they were gone.


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Peace

Friends,
Loss,
Death,
Sadness,
Despair,
Pain,
Unbearable,
Anger,
Hatred,
Rage,
Unstoppable,
Death,
Regret,
Suffering,
Blind,
Deaf,
Broken,
Incurable,
Void, 
Sight,
Silence,
Realization,
Help,
Happiness,
Complete,
Fulfilling,
Unimaginable,
Acceptance,
Serene,
Death,
Peace.
At last….


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The Execution Of The Valiant Man

Calm sits a valiant man inside of a dungeon
In Darkness sits a monk inside of a Monastery
And On this night they both share the same thoughts
how long God untill I am free from here
Footsteps resound down through the hall
 They Listen  as the sound goes back and forth
The Valiant man awaits his execution
The monk has been put in charge of reading his last rights
Now we hear the murmur as the crowd gathers
They are laughing and joking with one another
The Valiant man smiles because he too finds his death enjoyable
It's relaxing I must agree with him
And why is the monk so scared of death
The Final bell is rung
And There dressed in black 
under the black hood is the executioner
He runs his finger down the blade of his ax
He looks up here comes the Valiant man
And for the first time on the job
He is faced with fear
His composure faulters 
His finger slips and droplets of blood 
Fall from the fresh cut
Now there's a battle fuaght inside his mind
Because he knows 
that this execution will torture him forever
Silence falls over the crowd
This proud look of this mighty warrior
Commands respect and they observe it
The Monk stumbles but he does not trip up when he speaks
My Son are you ready to make peace with your Maker
Thank you Father, but me and God have never been in opposition
The Monks says You"re what the prophets wrote about
When they wrote about Valiant men
Son forgive me I am curious 
How many men did it take to capture you
He say's I don't know i killed them all
Father look around, I killed every man in the King's army
And I would of did it a long time ago
If i knew that they was going to reward me by sending me back to my Father
Let the peace of God be with you Monk
And with those words This worthy man falls to the ground
The Executioner can't bring himself to raise the ax
And this Valiant man taunts him in the face of death
Please do it! I never ask a coward for a favor


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War on Humanity

All over the globe the number of dead are increasing
A bomb here, a bomb there, its no more surprising
Few faces of evil and cruelty
Seem to be creating havoc for the majority
None seem to be spared
In their success to spread hatred

No more shall the mind be without fear
A blast or killing could happen anywhere near
No more shall there be a welcome smile to a stranger
As the scared mind would signal a danger
No more elation at a fire cracker bursting
As the mind would say it could be a horrible bombing
If allowed to spread their sinister tentacles
The terrorists would create an unwanted spectacle

No more shall we have
The cool breeze from the wonderful seven seas
No more shall we have
The dazzling vibrant colours of the rainbow
No more shall we have 
The smell of peace from the seven continents
The hanging sword of terror shall only leave 
Barren land surrounded by repelling red blood coloured sea.

The news show sight of woman, orphaned children crying
Without a fault their innocent relatives are dying
“War against terror” !! Seems big lies
as people see only hardships, suffering and cries
All we see is the drying up of tears from their eyes
But wonder, when and how they would again start their lonely lives?

Why is there no war against poverty
Why no war against illetracy
Why no one to fight the war against hunger
And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger
Why are they using their ability
To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY.

I close my eyes to say a prayer to God
Give them some sense, oh lord!!
To those who have treaded on a wrong path
WAKE UP!! Stop this horrible blood bath
Please give up hatred, stop this revengeful dance
I plead, Please give peace atleast one last chance…..


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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)
 


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Prayer

Those silent tears ran down again
So sure was I that they had dried
And the hollow feeling they had left
Matches no other but the one of death

So, close the casket or set  the fire
Let me not live another while
nurturing solitude with endless hope
embracing ghosts of fake smiles

Be this mind put at a final rest
All the sorrow ending at last
No struggle left to be done
Never another silent tear to run.


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Letting Go


When done with the effort of breathing And living more trouble than it's worth Disappear into the perfect blue night Far removed from your trials on earth Safe and peaceful, no hint of pain Bathed in the warm depths of love Embrace the purity of nothingness Sail, sail away on the wings of the dove


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The Beast

This is an epic tale I shall unwind
Of a beast born to keep us blind
He lives in a time not to far away
This is a present yarn I spin today
All the worlds countries united as one
Lost in the plight of one mothers son
The Anti-Christ risen to the mark of the beast
As the entire world blindly sits down for the feast
Crime is defeated there is peace in the land
Just take the bar code to the back of your hand
Long before this day the story was told
Who is the King he who holds all the Gold
I often contemplate if he knows what he does
For all that is written shall be as it was
Solve all the worlds problems well know this as true
If you seek an answer your computer gives it to you
The entire world is at the tip of your fingers
No need to go out just stay here and linger
Banking from here flashes up on the screen
You'll have more time to ponder and dream
So you wish to shop let me offer some sites
Pay with a number it'll be shipped overnight
Stop to consider the old word Foundation
Join with the rich to feed every nation
No need to worry there is nothing to chance
Just sit at your computer lost in my trance
The old ways diminished the world is new
If you're seeking love the computer finds it for you
If your not seeking love it offers you lust
For pleasing everyone is truly a must
It's entered our factories as well as our stores
Hell it's even taken over our wars
Crime will be defeated by the watchful eye
As another satellite takes to the sky
Without the Honor of war there is no need to fight
War machines controlled by the beast of the night
I treasure the stories, the stories of old
Where brave men fought with hearts of gold
When the keeper of dreams was our Lord
And to kill a man you made the sword
When marriage was Till death do us part
Parents nourished and protected their children's hearts
When family's were like the limbs of a tree
Spreading no further than they needed to be
With those days gone and all but forgot
The Souls of man has started to rot
Before long as men sit down to feast
They will offer thanks unto the beast
Science is driven know this is true
To reason all the faith out of you
They teach our children we evolved from a cell
Can you see how far our country has fell
As the Beast sits back with his evil grin
Having faith in the Lord has become a sin
As God is removed from the allegiance we say
Well exactly who do our leaders follow today
Oh thats right we are all seeking gold
As the story of the beast starts to unfold




© 2007 Michael Jordan


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Road to Redemption

Introduction: Tribute to brothers in the fray and families for them pray...


Life in these rough times, We barely even feel the daytime Every second counts greatly, As there’s no going back in time Sometimes we lose to win, try not to fail again, But mostly we end up back to where we all began Every single day, we wake up in one piece, Where brothers in the fray, they hardly get to cease Our tears drop all over the floor, They keep on till their blood stains from their core Every second till the end, We pray for them to knock on our doors Sadly at times, things go the other way for the best cause, All we can do really, is not breakdown and pause Prayer’s the only strand through the last breath, When they depart with a peaceful end Emptiness and happiness, constantly flowing along, The memories, they always live right within our souls When days seem cloudy and life gets lonely Debts grow high and smiles fade into sigh At that instant, that very moment, Just pray, pray to get healed, Heal from this insanity, pray to be free, Free from this misery It all comes down to the crying in the end, The stillness stares up towards the sky As we do bid farewell to dear friends But at some point through all the pain and sour grin, recovery does begin The ones we love and care, Though some are not so near Scattered through this bittersweet world, Waiting for us to share; This life is like the weather, It changes altogether It may get bad and may get sad, But know it’s not forever, Better days will come eventually, The morning sun will shine brightly Through our endeavors and our prayers, we shall recover From things we’ve lost so dearly So just hold on to the light and believe in salvation, And the rays of truth shall lead the road to redemption…


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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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What Am I


I am tender and moist,
Yet, I came from dry ground.
Though in sight there was death
There was life in my sound!
There is no beauty in me
That one would lust
I was plucked out in my prime
As those of unjust!

Despised and rejected,
I’ve tasted sorrow and grief.
Some did embraced me
While others clung to disbelief!
 I was taken from a prison,
As a lamb to the slaughter!
I uttered not a word,
I was given vinegar, not water!

Anger came after me
What followed was peace
Uprooted in suffering,
So all could increase!
Spit on like trash,
 whipped in the center of town!
Thirty-nine lashes,
I wore thorns as a crown!

People were longing,
for me to show up.
Yet, when I arrived
hate did erupt!
They couldn't see me,
For who I really was.
They didn't understand,
that love was my cause!

So I walked to my death,
In the midst of an on looking crowd!
As so many cheered on,
While very few wept aloud!
Nailed to a tree,
And mocked by some soldiers!
I gave up the ghost,
On the mount made of boulders!

As my blood poured out,
And my body grew weary!
 I gave you my life,
Yet, I’ve been called a theory!
One day all will know,
That I Am, that I AM,
And I came as man
I'm the Passover Lamb!

I did this for you,
So you could be set free!
I had not one sin,
So I took yours upon me!
What does that make me?
Yes, I do have a title.
What am I?
To know this is crucial, indeed it is VITAL!



Stacey Brown/ Written 3-11-14
Contest by: Poet Destroyer A
Contest: What am I


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The Ease of Her Mind

The ease of her mind

Presently in decline

As she knows we follow her move

She can feel your shame

As she heeds your pain

While her ghost of past sails through

She can play this game

While you pray her name

As her silence will shun your groove

She will sit and wait

And add to your hate

While the white in your face shines true

If you scream out her name

She answers with blame

And points the finger at you

Killing time with her mind

Ending yours in true kind

Her fingers run down your face so blue

As you hold your breath

And pray now for death

She will allow you and say its past due

Forgive her bloody spit

And to you she only sits

And waits for your words to come true

As the gate opens wide

Delivering a horses stride

You must kneel on the golden pue

And pray to your God

Who is dead in her pod

For she is now the one who comes through


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Beloved Friend I Have Fallen

An angel, cradles me, in her motherly arms
I have fallen, I am venerable 
I told myself, I would not do this, no more
I have failed to keep my promise, to you
I have not stayed true
Tears flowing, as I smile, just, for you!
Remembering the times, when you cupped my face, in your hands
Your blue eyes, gazing into mine
Telling me with sincerity
‘I am the sunshine, that lights up your world, each day that dawns’
My heart aches, it rains with love, having fond memories of us
Wash me clean, being human, is challenging me!
Emotional bondage, creating blocks
I need to move on, you are dead and buried
Your time here, over
My heart struggling, accepting this reality
“Forgive me”
I pray to be free!
“I Love you, my beloved, friend”


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Station Bench

Everyone is a child's child.

Everyone is grown some
little, some hardly at all.

Everyone is one
until they are none,
no more.


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Peace of Mind

Is peace of mind knowing when?
Better yet, when and how?
Best of all, when, how and why?
And what can be done about it now?

You say The Word is your inspiration?
Are loopholes what you really hope to find?
Just love, do right, give each task your all.
You will experience peace of mind.

That peace of mind will ready you
For a simpler life of profound elation,
Fearless of reprisal and the Reaper’s day.
Yes, peace of mind is your salvation.


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is it a chance or just destiny

Her hands were cold as I touched them
I felt an absolute fear plays its rhythm 
I couldn’t hear their voices though they were loud
Am I supposed to feel so alone while I’m surrounded by a crowd ?
Whenever I started losing my faith I heard you say :
All you can do now is to pray 
It was my destiny to die
No matter how much you try 
It was hard yet I found hugging hands 
My knees were weak but I was able to stand 
So I might not be a perfect version of what you want to see 
But I can remove the dust and let you fly high and free 
I promise you I will never let go 
As long as you still want to glow 
I can’t know what tomorrow will bring 
Let’s just close our eyes and swing 
Because no matter how bad things may seem to be 
We never know what’s written in our destiny 


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LOVE LETTER

Dedication to unconditional love and soul 
salvation

I AM the ONE who loves thee
The ONE who cared enough to die for thee

I AM HE who redeemed thee
The ONE who rose from the dead to comfort thee

I AM the ONE who will always be with thee
The ONE who will never forsake thee

I AM HE who is integrity
The ONE who imparts truth in thee

I AM HE who was sent to save thee
The ONE who bore all your infirmities

I AM HE who will come back for thee
Just be a soul who truly loves ME


                    YESHUA


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Facing the Change

I wake-up missing you
Last 10-10-07 feels like a dream
But it is so true
I cry until i cant cry anymore
Daddy God has finally open His door
We had you 
But we had to let you go
No more pain
No more sorrow
Oneday we will learn to understand 
You completed your journey
A boy to a man
A wife and a family
finally you can sleep
im still crying out but i know your soul is at peace.


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THE TRUEST ODES OF WAR

Such heavy artillery,
To whom shall we run,
To God have we come,
In pain and sad form,
To state our hearts' deform,
To stake our rights and reforms,
You know that where two Elephants fight the grass suffers,Do be well informed,
My youngmen you have been, deeply misinformed,
My insane Leaders and their wanting to negotiate a arms surrender,
Mines! Please do deactivate those heating "Death crumbs",
See the most hit at war having mucored loafs in luxury and style,
Locale Warlords feasting on roasted swine,Marijuana's wisdom and four gallons 
of rum,
Only the rich and mighty are are afforded the luxury of flying their families abroad,
We see vivid pictures of crime and business working in consortium,
Drugs and Arms circulation,
Or shooting the innocents,Genocide!
The world powers sidewatching as if they lack 'Parties' to side,
or on which peace steps to decide,
Please my Brothers-in-arm let's put hate aside,
Or on what "PEACE" plans to carryout from the inside,
Histories that co-incide.
Come,
Come! Peace and at this market-square shame war,
Peace do come and defy war,
The gory memory of steaming blood on his matchete,
Or my deafened eardrums beaten soft by these insultive BOMBS.
 
War,
Torture,
Rum,
Drugs,
Arms,
Rape,
Youths,
Tapes,
In war man's dearest friends are Sickness,Starvation and Illiteracy,
Learning the precious ways of The Ants,Bugs,Monkeys and electric fish,
Ladies and how they learnt their lesson in prostitution,
Beer bottles or bullets sealing the evidences,
My ink,My quail, and this page,
Cant tell, If in your age this will be read off Golden scrolls on diamond podiums,
Writing not for this time but for generations yet unborn,
Read the annals of history and learn that all who started a war or abetted 
one,Worship and Kiss the devil in the anus,
Or they are Madmen-in-coats-and-Briefcases, Smoking piped marijuana in the 
Natinal Asylum,

Do you think I loved to kiss the red lips of rage,
Or suck the succulent bossom of 'Hate the Mother-adder',
War sets the bait,
Guerillas set the pace,
Government gorillas hold the day,
Youths and guns,
Maids and nails,
Only the dead can see the end of war,
Not only deep breath can still the tremors of bombs,
Or greed the might of crumbs,
May God's almighty blessings be bestowed on Relief,Aid,Donor and Charity 
Agencies that stand the risks of war and its deaths.
Wars are a confirmation of a Civilization in Rust.


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Wrong

This poem i am writing is about people i know. they have told me all the wrong things they are doing in life. all the things they have done to be in love or even find love.
Josh~i have a second life one in real life one on the computer
Susan~i cry to my poster of james hetfield begging him to find a guy for me
Jassun~i cut myself every night because i feel unloved my family doesnt get me
Chelsea~i take pills and try to overdose because i cant feel my heart beating i just want to know that im alive.
Ron~i constantly call another woman and have phone sex when my wife isnt home
Carrie~i boss people around just so i can feel like im on top above everyone else
Brad~im gay and people dont get the fact that love is love no matter if its with a guy or woman.
Sheryl~my husband passed recently and i already found someone on Eharmony
Me~sometimes i fake who i am so people wont judge me... sometimes i feel like im not good enough so i try to be like everyone so i can feel like im apart of something. but recently i figured out that people love you no matter who you are. there are some people out there who will doubt you and who will hurt you. but thats life even love can hurt the strongest of people.


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Where we met

Heaven kisses earth 
In Holy refining Fire
Here you bore me 
At the foot of the Cross
Your blood flowed
Washed me
Here you gave me birth 
In such travail

I know not how 
You could have borne this anguish
This excruciating pain
My pure true - Turtle Dove
You willingly laid down your perfect life
Allowed them to take away
Your heart
The place of Your Sacred Flame
It was this that released me from 
Hells domain

So holy is your love 
So fervent is your desire 
For my heart
Can I keep anything back from you? 
Your eyes are like dove’s eyes
Imploring
So soulful 
So earnest 
So fervently concerned 
Lest I be lost in Hell’s desire forever

No! 
There is nothing I can keep back-
From You-My darling
My one and only true love
I am won by your pure Love
Forever
At the secret place where we met
The place where heart and heaven meet
The place of your earnest Love 
For my soul 
The Cross 
Your total commitment 
Has won - me
I am yours- forever.

©? Brenda V Northeast   15th January 2012


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Cold Brittle Truth

As a race
We chase the tail of approval
As a race
Cowardice abides
Dissonant souls
And dreary eyes
Measly lies
And tensions rise

As a whole 
We march to the melancholy drum
And bathe in the scum
Of what we've become

Oh sadness, my old companion
You, who tore me from childhood fantasy
You, who made my joy a fallacy
You

Seldom is the heart
In a place willing to give
In a place worthy of peace
You're living, at least
Though you may not want to live

As a tribe
We cannot deny
As a tribe
We can no longer lie
Or divided, and lost
We all will die


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heaven

Every time i look around, yeah
i see you because i  miss your face
i don`t know what to do
cause im so broken, oh im so broken 
and im hurting
i dont know why
i guess its because im missing you, yeah
missing you

when i look behind
and you're not there 
i ask myself where have you gone 
then i think 
to a better place with the savior our king

I'm missing you 
i don`t know what to do 
i wish i would have said goodbye
you meant so much to me 
and our family

when i look behind 
and you're not there 
i ask myself 
where have you gone 
then i think
to a better place with the savior our king


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Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten



" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


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Dancing Tides

Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely.
All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly.
Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you.
Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do!
It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending.
You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending.
The light from above as you struggle below for air,
is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare!
And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again
We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end.
Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out.
Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt.
But then the break forms a crack that leads the way
back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!


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Living and Dying to Live

We are all living and dying a little every day
What a profound yet simple thought I’d say
Sensing every breath, feeling every heartbeats sway
Eternally learning to live as to heaven we find our way



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YOU SAID IT WAS FOR MY PROTECTION

Our very first goodbye
How hard I tried not to cry
That day I saw a tear glisten in your eye
You said it was for my protection
But I lost your love, your affection

Left with an open wound inside
It was based on one big lie
I remember dancing on your feet
I wish I could hug you, hear your heartbeat

Our first goodbye, was also our last
How I treasure the memories of the past
Nine years and still in war
No peace, no gain, just blood and pain
So I ask you;
What did my daddy die for? 


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Pardon This Page

I reveal these words to the American,
who has the right to pardon this page,
while the whole world's getting out of hand,
as the evils of revelations rage,

Why's the US helping foreign lands?
when it can't get a grip on it's own,
If they intend to make any future plans...
why not start right here at home?

It's nobody's right to invade anywhere;
there's no serious threat here at home,
so send the officials whom send our troops there..
and on the front line with a cell phone,

Yea! parachute them in with a baseball bat,
a cell phone and a roll of duct tape,
One they get to where imposing minds are at...
they can put on their superman cape,

Or, drug them and issue them a used baseball bat,
a walkie talkie and a catchers mitt...
Once they realize where and the heck they're at,
there's a chance they'll resign or quit,

And pardon me if you don' t feel the same,
or believe "just"...........as I do,
but those thousands of humans killed and maimed...
continue growing in numbers too.


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the miracle of life

People seem not to realize the miracle that is standing before thy
The essence of life that is such a wonderful sensation
People take so much time worrying about the dead and gone 
When the lives standing in front of them is ready to move on
Now the miracle is starting to fade away
And now it has no say
But every time someone goes away
A miracle is starting to come everyday
So no more worrying about what people has to say
Because the miracle will break it away
Just love live and Rejoice because you are a part of the miracle 
That some people don't get to see day by day


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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


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let me be

I'm through with living in these and shackles and chains,
erase me now, set me free from this world,
where blood pours and tears rain,
to a land of love, set me free from these chains,

I’m through with living a life of which i do not belong,
erase me now, let my life begin,
in a world thats just right, where there is no wrong,
let me for once feel that i finally belong,

I'm through with this life that carries on forever,
erase me now, show me my end,
let my soul and my body escape together,
no part of living says you'll live forever,

I’m through with living in the land of the blind,
erase me now, let me see where i lay,
forget who i was, my true soul i must find,
open up the world to which once i was blind,

I’m through with living I’m done with the hate,
erase me now, let my true love embrace,
let me not change my future, let me accept my fate,
show me how to be, teach me not of hate.

I'm through with living where i can not be me,
erase me now let me delve ever deeper,
let my mind dance let my heart run free,
where i think not of them, I proclaim of only me.

I'm through with living, my time is now,
erase me now, to never be forgotten,
to escape from this world, just show me how,
the end is finally here, my time is now.

darkness will fall, bring my eyes to rest, 
darkness will fall, no beat in my chest,
peace it will bring, to finally be me,
peace it will bring, to finally be free.


Details | Senryu | |

Pulled the Trigger

Bullet wounds
The criminal shoots down his
First targets

How dare you
Shoot them uncontrollably
CHAOS grows .  .  .

Don’t shoot it!
The victims are running mad
And you pulled

The trigger
I’m terrified of your strength
DROP IT, man ! ! !


Details | Quintella | |

Conclusion of Life

One must produce the trail to one’s own fate
Trudge into the future with open eyes ahead
Never allow oneself to cease that constant tread
For the prize at the finish may be infinitely great
One could even discover the polished golden gate


Details | I do not know? | |

Sigh

Fabricated lies boundless,
Without a cause.
Words of promises
Left forgotten.
Abandoned soul
Heart less and alone.
Tears of sadness recognized
But not accompanied.
04/09/09


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Soldier

They sent him to serve without regarding his life
Voting for redemption instead of his kid and wife
He treads within mazes and shadows of a lost city
Those willing to die to save their family dignity
Fighting back against hateful ignorances believed
What anyone will gain is only how it is perceived


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wicca Group

Place the candles in a circle
There isn't a spell that I can't handle
Be calm with your breath and be bliss
Saying spells that go like this

The elements of the earth
From birth to death and death to birth
keep all evil away 
Day to night and night to day

Spread these red leaves one by one
From the beggining till we are done
In this circle I have casted
Forgiven for what I have done in the past

My my soul be blessed
With love from the best
You and me are no dupes
This is my Wicca Group


Details | I do not know? | |

Fate of Death

The ruffling of feathers,
And the snap of a beak,
The quick tempered woman,
Jumped back to her feet.
She soars over water,
Looking sharp for her prey,
With one on little movement,
She sees where it lays.
Down like a bomb,
She dives under waves,
She catches a fish,
Sends him to his grave.
She gobbles him up,
Like a wolf on a rabbit,
But his friends from the sea,
Just wouldn’t have it.
They jumped up to the sun,
And drug her to her fate,
Drown her in the water,
Where she caught her bait.
Now there is no reason to be afraid,
Of that quick tempered woman,
She is swimming with the fishes,
She got what was her fate.


Details | Free verse | |

Live in Peace

there 
is a room 
in this house 

where few 
now 
want to go 

it is not dark 
or lit
there are no doors in 
or out 
it has no boundaries

it is called by many 
names
but not living room

we will all
visit  
there 
once
over time

in one
peace


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Reality

perfection, who would have thought him perfect?
without his words, i know no other truth
reality,
the mother of my existence, you gave birth to twins
euphoria and agony,
oh agony!
reality,
i ask for only a moment to bury myself inside
his soul, his mind, I want to be with it, of it
i need to breathe him, fill my lungs with love,
with life,
why can't I?
REALITY!
oh to cast you back to the depths of hell, demon!
to come into a life, just to taunt...
there is no hatred so pure, as the one i hold for you
for you today,
reality,
you have taken away my heart,
that was your wicked plan all along
was it not?
well,
reality,
without him,  I have nothing left to lose,
no sanity left to keep me afloat
so,
reality,
today you have been defeated
i have always held the key
it's almost tragic, oh
reality,
do you realize you cannot exist
without me?
so say your prayers,
as this war comes to a bloody end
we were both martyrs for the same cause-
reality.


Details | ABC | |

if you only knew

when you lose sight of what really counts
its easy to focus on only whats shallow
am i too fat is my nose too big
do i walk or talk weird whats wrong with me
when we forget the depth that is here in this world
and focus on things that are just absurd
so maybe im not a supermodel and my bums a tad on the thick side
and maybe im no a genius thats getting a scholorship on my side
but does that mean im nothing that i dont count
this world is getting sickening count me OUT
im ashamed of myself for even thinking like this
and obsessing to tears over shallow petty shit
i am praying that god hears my pleas for help
because i cant conquer this all by myself
i used to not care didnt care at all
but like any other i rise and fall
i am of the opinion that your body is a shell
and youll leave it behind when you go to heaven or hell
it will rot in the ground and count for nothing
and when i meet my maker he wont care how big my bum is
some women ONLY care about their looks and they dont get it
they dont see the big picture 
and i fear theyll regret it 
and other women dont care even at all 
about their looks because their depth is so massive and raw
but then theres me in the middle with so much depth and spirituality
why do i waste time wondering what are all the things wrong with me
im sick of crying over it ive done it for too long
im sick of getting angry when i cant crawl out of my bod
its a thought that i had reguarding a cacoon
like how catapielers go into them and out comes a butterfly zoom
if i could just crawl out my mouth my soul free for just a moment
and be allowed to have a different shell to live and own it
i wonder what its like to feel just for a second
not arrogance but a sweet compliment from someone who MEANT IT
my desperate pleas go out to you and anyone else who will listen
i hate my body im sick of my face and my voice is just ridiculous
so lets just drop it in the ocean let it sail away
cuz me im going to better places where i dont have to cry all day
where i know that my body is just a little shell a vehicle if you will
its our car or truck or limo or bus to use while we use our free will
and ive always said when you go you don't take your money your lambergini
or your watch expensive jewlery its all staying beind
and you should think about what YOUR world is while im trying desperatley to fix mine


Details | ABC | |

The Revival by Michael Byron Dale Hamilton

I have felt the love
I have felt the hate
I have felt the life leave my heart

I have felt the ones I loved betray me
I have felt ones care from afar
I have always wanted a few besides me
Without them I am nothing

Whether you are there from afar
Or walking by my side
Whether patting my back
Or giving me a tender kiss of life

I have been mocked with riches
And I tore myself down 
"Life is going to hell" I said
As i crossed on to a dangerous path of life

But after today
Things have went my way
And nothing now feels wrong

The past is gone now
These times anew
But at least these times
I'll spend time with you

I was the voice of which could not be heard
I was the song which couldn't be sung
I was the one that went unnoticed
I was the bell that was un-rung

I was one of the lucky ones
I had my friends there all the way
To revive me from my aches and sorrows
Bringing back my true life

I noticed life was passing by
As life soared right by my side
I gathered all my strength and spread my wings
And now with life I fly

The Revival by Michael Byron Dale Hamilton


Details | Free verse | |

Imagine A World

Imagine a world
Imagine a world with Equality and Respect
Imagine a world with no drugs
Imagine a world with no war
Imagine a world with no enemies
Imagine a world where everything is happy
Imagine a world where school was not a prison
Imagine a world with no struggles like money
Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs
Imagine a world with no disease
Imagine a world with no pointless death
Imagine a world with no environmental despair
Imagine a world with no cyberbullying
Imagine a world with no crime
Imagine a world with no homeless people
Imagine a world with no miscarriage
Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups
Imagine a world with no hypocrisy
Imagine a world with no racism
Imagine a world we can call our own


Details | I do not know? | |

Never

Inner peace and harmony 
Inner peace tonight 

Still, the solace of my mind 
Still, the love that I can't find 
Lost, the madness of my life 
To inner peace and light 

Still, the stirring of emotion 
Still, the tumult of the ocean 
Bliss, the perfect harmony 
That life now seems to me 

Still, the tears upon my eye 
Still, the joy that makes me cry 
Gone, the unsurmounted bars 
Lost forever in the stars 

Still, the solace of my soul 
Still, the loss that makes me whole 
Blank, the tumult of my mind 
Gone, the sadness of my life 

All is still. All is still 
Lights are in the distance 
I am still, on this hill 
Nothing stirs resistance 
All alone. All alone 
I'm all alone this time 

Still, the cadence of my joy 
Still, the hurt that can't destroy 
Still, the frost upon my breath 
God, can this be death? 

All alone. All alone 
I'm all alone this time


Details | Acrostic | |

The Unknown Soldier (acrostic)

Tales of heroes beyond, the normal despair of war’s plight,
Hearing of these stories, make us all quiver, in the night.
Each of them that go to fight, any battle, with all their might,

Universally, they are unknown soldiers, until names are released.
None knows the others, until their soul’s battle, against the beast.
Kings and political heads, never battle, for what they believe.
Never placed in harms way, they send soldiers; Mothers grieve
Only the loyal subjects take on the heat, from what they weave.
We honor, the Unknown Soldier, without any name, to perceive.
Nearer to God, these soldiers are known, here only deceased.

Secure, they have left us all, until the next battle to be fought.
Onward, we keep sending those to die, for what, a thought.
Listen, to all the stories, we hear of bravery, by them all.
Dear sweet Jesus, take them to your father, standing so tall.
I never fought any battle; I fight my battles with expressions.
Each of us must remember, soldiers, in their professions.
Remembering, who they could have been, not just impressions.


Details | Narrative | |

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



Details | Elegy | |

The Dead Orchid

My spirit walks the graveyard,
The music sickly sweet,
My tomb is coated with my shroud,
Folded so neat.
The flower of the mourners,
Left in the wind,
One stays dry and cold,
The Orchid , the flower of sin.
The sobering touch of autumn,
Sweeping my soul away,
The rain will soon pass,
All I pray is to stay.


Details | Diamante | |

Peace

              Peace
           safe, hope
     loving, caring, yearning
   respect, life, death, dread
    hurting, scaring, blinding
           danger, distaste
                 Hate


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Embrace

Dear Lord I await your embrace as the weight on my shoulders is getting harder to take
I see the pain and daily lies that we spread its our mask . . our disguise

The pain and suffering is like mystical chains pulling me down to a darkened place,
I know you are with me so I should feel no fear, but it gets harder each day and year by year. 

I write this now with tears looming in my eyes, my strong front hides the pain deep inside;

Your love keeps me going . .  your secret signs show the way, yet I still pray please make the pain go away.


Details | Rhyme | |

For in a Doorway Lies

On an Iraqi street
Its all quiet and calm
The way it should be
Without the tyrants palm

Kids are playing
American marines patrol
They don't want to be there
But peace is their goal

A sudden silence
Greets the street
Then all hell breaks loose
Every one falls to their feet

An explosion so powerful
In neighbourhood shake
An all mighty blast
Delivered by mans earthquake

Shrapnel zips
And pings through the air
Voices in scream
Faces in blood run stare

The dust and debris
Drifts all around
As the marines rise
One hears, a crying sound

He follows the cries
For in a doorway lies
A boy of two
In bloodied apply

His small frame
Sodden of red
Lacerations aplenty
On the road to dead

The blanket he clutched
In crimson soak
This soldier, marine
In tear filled choke

He gently lifts
This fragile child
Another innocent casualty
As another war smiles

Sadly, there will be others
Through the months and years
When war will still smile
And ignore all the tears




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php


Details | Rhyme | |

ALL I SEEK IS THAT MOMENT OF FAME

It may seem crazy to be normal, go along with the flow and show no rage...
that all I seek is that moment of fame,
and though I don't criticize others, I am the only actor on this bright stage
with no one to please but my dame!

All I seek is that moment of fame to revenge friends of old might,
or should I say remorseless rivals instead?
Pull up those closed dark curtain and let in some warm sunlight...
is someone too hesitant and very afraid?


By wearing the finest Renaissance's costume tailored for an unfit lord,
I would resemble an insane Hamlet ready to engage in cold murder; 
God halt this hand from committing that crime with a sharp sword:
dungeon should my confinement upon an expeditious order!


All I seek is that moment of fame, something not hard to be earned;
see me act and applaud me for my great talent...
and if that delights you, remember the role I played
as a king whose rampant madness was his contemplated intent!


Details | Quatern | |

MORE THAN WHITE SKIN

I am more than white skin,
my sight never rejects any other color 
darker or lighter than mine...
I hate prejudice, but kindness I share. 


I am more than white skin,
my forefathers came from distant lands,
I was often told, to settle in those places...
where a great civilization began.


People stare and compare with much apparent hostility,
I didn't wish to be more than white skin,
to be smeared with guilt for the unfairness and cruelty
of my kindred, who treated others with scorn.


Those bigots, who acted like pirates, had a mind so ungodly and primitive:
to kill, separate families who didn't have white skin,
and is all too relevant that greed was their objective....
if racism didn't exist, harmony among peoples would bring unification.  

 


Details | Free verse | |

Engulfed By The Tide

I lock up my Jeep and start down ---
          The narrow pathway ---
---That meanders down the edge of the cliff ---
The view of the Ocean from this trail ---
               Is priceless 
This truly is one of my favorite places on Earth ---
Every chance I get I try to make it back here ---
And think of the time we spent together ---
                     So long ago
        --- When life was still exciting ---
We were young and the world was new ---
               And this spot was magic ---
                     --- To us ---
Barely even a spot to pull off the road ---
We had to check it out ---
The trail was rather rough ---
          If it could even be called a trail ---
But we both knew in our hearts ---
                  The risk would be worth it ---
I’ll never forget how amazed we were ---
                 When we reached the bottom ---
Our own private cove ---
         Cut in half by the jagged rocks ---
Connected by a cave ---
        I’ll never forget the love we shared ---
                   --- That day ---
The peace we felt that night ---
      The moon seemed as large ---
                As a silver dollar ---
Setting on the end of our nose ---
The reflection off the Sea ---
The warmth of the bon-fire ---
The sudden awakening ---
                   To the rising tide ---
How we scurried to get out of here ---
And barely did ---
Not long after that ---
         The tides of life ---
                   Took you away ---
---Into the valley of death ---
And I became so empty inside ---
God I loved you so much ---
And now here I am again ---
With another Bouquet of Roses ---
            --- That I shall offer to the tide ---
I want you to know ---
           I have found peace ---
                      I have found love ---
You and her are so much alike ---
You were my first love ---
         And she is my last ---
Sometimes I can see ---
        ---You ---
With-in the confines of her heart ---
                 And I almost feel ashamed ---
But she is so much like you ---
That to her it is an honor ---
I’ll always love you – you know that
 ---You are my angel in the wind ---
But she is forever ---
          --- The angel in my heart ---
As I stop at the top of the Cliff ---
                       I look back ---
And watch the roses ---
               Become 
   --- Engulfed by the tide ---

I posted this poem for a second
and then pulled it because it is 
very personal. Reposting for
Christie's contest.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

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!


Details | I do not know? | |

'Til Death Do Us Part

I used to cut. 
I was depressed. 
And then I found someone who loved me and actually cared. 
And all of the pain just seemed to disappear. 
But something happened. 
Words were said. 
Someone tried to take him and now he is dead. 
The razor from my shelf went missing, but to where, I know not. 
The bloodstains on the sheets cannot be removed, but the blood was spilled from 
someone unknown. 
The doorknob to the bathroom will not open. 
I push and shove it harder, but it will not budge. 
I try and look through the dresser drawer for the missing key, but it is no where to 
be seen. 
I run to the kitchen, looking for a knife, or anything else that will allow me entry into 
the room, that I know is withholding the truth. 
I find something and run back upstairs to the bathroom. 
With the pick in the lock I turn the knob and slowly push the door open...
 And there he is... 
The blade that was once before in my hand, now lies on the floor, beside my dead 
love. The blood on the floor around him is still fresh. 
The streaks on his cheeks, from the tears are still visible. 
I run to his side and grab the razor. 
With one fast slice, the gash in my wrist is pouring blood. 
I lie down beside my non-breathing love. 
Our blood mixes, as we lie there together. 
The world doesn't care or even know, the pain that we had to let go.
 


Details | Free verse | |

TRY IF YOU CAN

To have lost someone so dear to you and can't comprehend,
  Trying to make sense of it all so your heart can begin to mend.
The memories that torment you each night tearing you apart,
   Making it harder for you to rest because your afraid of the dark.
Every day begins the same for you with tears that fall like rain,
   You can't make it stop because your heart is filled with so much pain.
Pretending to laugh and faking your smile hiding what's really inside,
   In reality what you really want do is drop to your knees and cry.
So sad and so angry your mixed emotions driving you mad running wild,
   It's all to hard to understand your feeling like a lost and lonely child.
There are moments you want to do nothing but scream out in rage ,
   Just to hold that love one lost one more time is what you really crave.
Deep inside you know that wish will never be and you must go on alone,
   As hard as it may seem you have to learn to face this life on your own.
Remember this if you can my friend and do your best to understand ,
   This is something we all must pass through for this is part of Gods Plan.
TAC


Details | Lyric | |

Illusion

Everything I can’t remember
Seems to make more sense to me
When did it happen?
How could this come to be?

Seemingly so simple
Yet complex in their own
I sit there and stare
Waiting for the phone
To ring just once
Waiting and watching
For just one person to talk to me

Yet all the things I cant remember
Seem to make more sense to me
Clearly now
Are all the things I fail to see

Ive been doing so much lately
That things have gotten so out of hand
I need a vacation
Put my feet up in the sand

All the things I cant remember
Seem to make more sense to me
And all the faces o so vague
Yet so familiar they do seem


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Opression

Present, in this bed I lay, and
tonight, they will order me to pray.
Within these four walls that contain my madness,
only god and repentance will absolve me of my sadness,
for I had once dared leave the solitude of my mind.
How can I pray when my hands you bind?
No longer a free being am I, in this world.
I can no longer shout, so how will I be heard?
Yesterday, my spirit and I were defeated, and
tomorrow I fear this will all be repeated.
Haven't you heard a word that I say?
How will I get better, bound, gagged and unable to pray?
Why in your faces, does my agony bring you gladness?
Am I onto a secret, therefore deemed made of badness?
The only thing you have ever inclined,
is that no free thinking man will be left unrefined.
All will be plucked, one by one from the herd,
and if non-compliant, forever be labeled absurd.
Like sinners, and the insane, they will be treated,
and if not changed, they will be deleted.
Well then, a martyr in this life I will now play, for
your disgrace I will not now, I will not ever obey.

-May god have mercy on your souls.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Wandering Soul

Over hills I walk,
All tongues I talk.
Rivers I crossed,
Pennies I tossed.
and Life goes on.

With women I slept,
Streams of tears I wept.
Silken robes I wore,
Innocent hearts I tore.
and Life goes on.

Every corner I went,
Till my back was bent.
With every sun I watched,
A stick my hand clutched.
and Life goes on


Details | Rhyme | |

Detroit

Teens walk the streets full of fear,
A ton of murders every year,
Death,
Theft,
Hate and knives,
Drugs,
Money,
Murdered wives,
These are the things I see,
But they shall never create me,
It's crazy how most of our teen 
murders are gang related,
For some teens never had love,
After joining a gang,
They will fight for their lives,
To the point where guns are being 
heard,
More than a singing bird,
And murders are being committed 
more than child birth,
And some see Detroit as hell on 
Earth,
But no one pays attention to the 
intelligence our teens are worth,
For Detroit is a city full of broken 
dreams,
Hoping one day all gangs will work 
together,
And unite as a team,
Then we will create a great future,
For Detroit's wound will rejoin with 
a suture,
And one day we will make a 
successful cope,
Detroit is a city full of hope.


Details | I do not know? | |

Musical Notes That Soothe The Soul

You come home with a grim expression
Ignoring the screaming and fighting
Another trashed night of insults and threats from your parents
Blams flying left and right but the only thing you can think about is getting to your santuary
Placing the headphones on, blocking the noises of broken glass and collapsing bodies
You hit play quickly and soon your day has suddenly become more bareable
You relax finally and lay yourself down on your floor
Holding yourself in the fetal position, hugging your knees tightly
You close your eyelids and take a deep breath
No more fighting
No more sadness
Only happiness and joy fill your mind
The beats and different tones coarse through your ears not screams and insults
You tap your index fingure on your knee to the beat of the music
Humming and singing to the lyrics
You begin to imagine your own little world where you can escape to
You smile widely as you see your parents looking at you and grinning back
They invite you into their arms for a warm embrace
You take it all in, making sure not to miss a single moment
You cry tears of happiness and bliss
You look up to them and you say: "I Love you"
But when your world suddenly began to fade away 
and reality came into view
You brace yourself for the blow to your stomach
Crashing to the ground, you hold youself and cover your face
Your mother shouting and pleading your father to stop
Your hair being pulled, slamming you against the wall
Grabbing your arms tightly he squeezes as hard as he could, hearing the crunch
Your blood curdling scream doesn't phase him a bit
Your mother tries to help you but he slams her into the corner of the wall
You slump to your floor again, laying there as you have a clear view of what is happening
Suddenly a knife comes raining down, you hold out your arm
Your mother now is suffering pain so severe 
He comes up to you and roughly kicks your face
He leaves as you hear tires screaching and slowly the sound fades away
Now the only thing you hear is your so called 'little world' behind you
As your vision suddenly turns black


Details | ABC | |

dear deepest lover

                                     Take my hand for it all i have to offer.
                                We will go on this adventure one day together
                                             Dear my sleeping beauty 
                           This is not the end for all this is a temporary good  bye.
                                      Close your eyes for i wish for life.
                                          For this is all you wanted. 
                                            Dear your truest lover 
    I know you can make her happy for she has not been sense you left that dark day.
                   Dear weeping heart dear soul that is stained by which you once held.
                              I will morn and grieve my weeping heart  will never heal.
                                         I loved you tell my dying day.
                  Because you touched my heart in such a special so i always pray.
                            Dear deepest lover dear my sweetish mother.
                                                         RIP  NAN


Details | Ballad | |

dark dreams

a shadowed room...
my permanent cell,
the hatred by others intense.
blades fly through the air,
tearing through my flesh,
my attempts to scream futile,
my mind going blank,
I look up,
my finally thoughts happy,
"the pain is finally over,
my death is now to come,
the anger of others gone,
the scars from fights painless,
the shadows of my past pointless,
as i pass away tonight."
slowly my heart decreases its pumps
my vision goes to black,
my body suddenly heavy,
then when i think I may finally have peace,
I wake into a world of hate.
the final fight wasn't lost,
for it has only just begun.


Details | Couplet | |

Remember Me

As we lay him down to rest, we say our last goodbyes. 
The parting words are hardest, as we send him up high. 
The life of a child cut short, but he finally has his peace. 
His mom cries and runs a hand down her dress, flattening a crease. 
His voice comes to us, like the wind.
"Forgive me for what I have done, forgive me for my sin. 
Do not weep for me, do not shed any tears. 
Promise me one thing, that you will face your fears. 
I love you all but I must go. 
Remember me, but without the slightest woe." 

-In memory of Brandon E. Bitner & Adam Clayton Young 
R.I.S.P Brandon & Adam


Details | Free verse | |

At World's End

At the end of the world I find a place full of everyone's problems to hide my mistakes in total solitude my thoughts become clear my mind is a cave filled with wonder of fear in this dark recession of oppressed memories I escape all the pain by forever running right off the radar the facade crashes down and I see me, the way I really am Worthless, useless, pointless and pathetic the load lessens greatly as I learn to accept it the feeling is beautiful I never want to escape I own my ugliness making yours seem so fake its fate, ever so present taking all into stride has never been as pleasant At the end of the world, voices chatter, unheard choice is just a word to a prisoner of destiny the reason is everything and everywhere but everyone is too busy to notice, or care too busy to love, with much time to hate running faster in circles until the harmony breaks then shoot out straight surprised to be falling down into darkness the last friend still calling.


Details | Rhyme | |

Yet Another Reflection

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust
Before my very eyes.

No answers forthcoming
To my many questions,
Most important, "Why?"

"A fool are you,"
I stand thinking.
"There is no disguise."

To worry so about
What matters not
In the by and by.

Trials have strengthened.
Sorrows kept me human.
No point to analyze.

"Life is for living,"
An ultimate truth
I finally realized.

Sooner than later
Might have been better,
Had only I been wise.

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust....
A twinkle in my eye.


Details | Verse | |

Walk With Me Into The Corn

I heard a haunting ghostly voice
as I lay in my ill sweat soaked convalescent bed say
come walk with me into the corn and into the light

it's now your time to walk with me do not fear
here take my arm I mean you no harm
I cannot reveal what you will see
you must put your trust in me

come walk with me into the corn and into the light
let your field of dreams be realized
discard your fears I will dry your tears
from your long and lonely years
you don't belong here any more

now hold your head up high
sholders back stand up tall
I invite you to walk with me into the corn and into the light
to your destiny a field of dreams
and all your dreams will come true
I promise you

Dennis Davis


Details | Narrative | |

Walking to Redemption

Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls. I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls. I burst out of the door into the streets owned by the night. Shadows staring back dodging the lamps light. I begin to walk down the urban corridor of uncertainty. The workers of soul catchers carry out their shady activity. I find myself in the empire of danger invoking pure photo-phobia It's a small price to pay for escaping the mecca of claustrophobia. As I reach the climax of the spiraling vortex tunnel. I walk on tenterhooks as my problems funnel. Facing me at the end of this path, is a door laced with remorse around it's edges. The entrance to unknown stands out with a line of devoted pledges. Those waiting and queuing are the damned and the lost. As I drift towards them, I wonder how much my sin will cost. For I felt the weight of the pressure and stress, forcing me into the light of shame? For I was the puppet master, who poured onto me the petrol and drew the flame. My moment of selfishness was a cardinal sin to myself and others. lacking consideration, deprived of thought for my sisters and brothers. That self indulgent cowardliness, has lead me to this final act. A door beaten with the hands of the damned, regardless it's still intact. As the number descends down to it's final member. I stand there understanding my sin, bound to surrender. Reaching out I grasp the golden handle, and turn it to the right. As I push forward on the door and out bursts a green neon light. My chance of escape has come to a halt, it's time for me to face the jury's end. I stand by my plea of weakness and insanity, as into the court I descend. A skeleton of the peril court rises with a verdict and answer. The jury has decided I was overtaken by a vicious cancer. The disease wasn't voluntary but they agree my cure wasn't correct. My punishment is to fade into the man that never was, with immediate effect.


Details | Senryu | |

Moving On


                                                   a crown of white locks
                                                   encircles a feeble mind
                                                sleep perchance to dream


Details | Free verse | |

Help if You Can

I would ask you to help me up....but it's no use

Lament for lost promise
Lament for present self
Lament for those who try to help

These mirrors only tear me apart
Cut into my skin,pour poison into my heart

The pacts have been broken
The angst has transformed

Apathy is steady...I've slipped way too far

The gray is everywhere-as bland as it was before
Home has been lost in heart...I am seeker for the storm

Clear past expectation,potential is a word

May, the days be kinder to you all....

May you soar


Details | Monorhyme | |

Rufus Dufas

once came a man of civil tongue
spoke of another poet for what he has not done
tattered his name across the morning daily sun
depicted depraved drunk even a drug-addled madman he was none
since 1842 grudges just for some weird kind of fun
Rufus Wilmot Griswold  Mr editor got his gun
posted Edgar Allen Poe Was Dead died in Baltimore the day before yesterday I just shunned
If this is what memoir of the author is I may be as well as be done
But believing in and still reading Poe's work I have forever keepsakes of suspense and fun


Tribute To Poe



Memoir Of The Author
Rufus Wilmot Griswold
Editor

Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Adaption Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Narrative | |

The Melody of Hope

There I lay upon the curb, my heart still beating An Icy breeze cutting through, my souls was fleeting Looking up into the skies, I saw a flash of hope The clouds divided into blue, and dangled down a helping rope Rising up I start again, I'm fighting stronger The music plays inside my head, this I remember I use the melody to build my strength, I'm shining brighter I lace deceit with the flammable truth, I drop the lighter The phoenix rises from the flames, I see it's eyes Exploded candles ignite the way, I hear it's cries The path I walk leads to my home, a second chance At the end one final trial, it's the devils dance There it lay upon the curb, It's heart still beating Reaching out I take my sword, It's life depleting One final strike and a broken heart, death becomes her The sun comes out and begins to beam, hope forever


Details | ABC | |

The past escape

When silence fills the air, with no one around and time to spare
I escape to the memory of an old life
The love that made everything worth the fight 
My eyes are closed, And this reality slips away 
I hear your voice as if it was still that day 
A love that can't be
But the world didn't matter when it was just you and me 
This even for moments is my reality 
The one time we were both free 
In the darkness where prying eyes could never see 
You still could find me 
Words where never spoken that could explain our love 
Yet, our eyes betrayed us all the time 
Every second was spent like our last 
Knowing that soon these times would be locked in the past 
As we touched, our darken souls merged 
No matter how hard we fought, it was felt as we must
True love, with an evil lust 
Destiny is how you said you knew we were meant to be 
We knew with each parting day, that our silent love will destroy us 
But it wasn't enough time, and this was an addicting crime 
The warmth of your love is the only thing that restarts my heart
As my face circles in your mind even with years apart 
The pain, in my escape is worth it every moment 
To relive the past, that seemed to end all to fast 
Our song that you wrote, reminds me of the hell we knew we would go through
It was too late then to care, we jumped leaving nothing to spare
Your words still hold true, I love you too 
Nothing will ever replace me or you, And the cruelty of this world we knew 
But I do it all over again, Knowing that it would end
Because your the best escape, now and then


Details | Light Poetry | |

Gone But Not Forgotten { Footle}

Laid Wreath
      Good Greif







In Loving Memory
Of Our Fallen


Details | Free verse | |

Daily Thought

Your idea of perfection is only reflection of your own spirit, 
hear it now if they've chosen not to clear it, 
up for you and whoever else is lost, 
and while your create your world think of what it costs, to be free. 
People die, lie and survive all for the sake of thee. 
And understand that I am aware of what I speak of, 
I'll be the first to admit what my etheric energy reeks of :P 
I'm not afraid because I'm not a liar, it's that simple to fumigate the fire, 
that you have let grow out of controlling, 
never tapping into your subconscious without a good night of rolling.. or getting "trippy" , See I'll die one day but I be closer to people with me, 
and until that day I'M ALIVE and certainly fits me :) 
But, .. people say I'm crazy when I say I love you all, 
and I pray that you stand up every time you fall. 
I have respect and don't expect any praise at all, 
my telephones my heart... I wonder when the world will call.


Details | Free verse | |

Loveless Days

Blood spilled upon the British skies
Her eyes drained my soul
Asserted love in bad places has forever taken over

I leave the stoned windowed motel without anymore wishes
I pray for nothing now

I couldn't tell if it was morning birth or noon exposed
I jump the scene and the cold moments looking to hang onto sharpened blue clouds

You've burned me woman
You've pressed the flame upon my skin-analyzed my thoughts and sin,preached to all the
broken men,men like me who move with wind

But we're gone aren't we baby?


Her eyes drained my soul
Blood spilled upon the British skies
I died on your Monday evening


Details | Free verse | |

16

The winds carry my cries
The rain with tears
Lightning in my eyes, there and gone

I feel connected to destruction
Everything i touch seems to break
Like midas and his golden touch
Only worse and unable to reverse

So many people i tore apart
Some have stayed and some have gone
I only wish i wouldn't be a pain to them any longer

I've just realised what i am
I am that of darkness
Not of light

The cold blade of death seems so fond
When warm flesh weighs me down
It calls like thunder
Forewarning a storm

Plagued with misfortune
Roaming the earth
I, the bringer of sadness and sorrows

Never a smile
Never a breath
Never life comes my way

Starry skies seem so dim
Moon ever bright
Darkness i evermore do love

When i'm gone
I promise
You'll worry no more

The pain i feel inside
Never goes away
Seems a plague with no cure
Till i die

The moon unknown but full
When my spirit will finally rest


Details | Rhyme | |

HOLD UP THAT SWORD

Hold up that sword
when truth is violated...
don't destroy everything and everyone:
only evil must end for peace to survive!
Fight better than a warrior with a bloody urge
who seeks victory and revenge;
what satisfaction is there in being alive...
after all enemies are wounded and gone?
They would never learn love, but die tormented
as marthyrs, slaves and peacemakers have!


Hold up that sword,
by speaking your command
when peace is broken
and havoc spreads quicker than fire...
to bring all another dire:
remember Attila when he ransacked Rome?
Chalithra, have more compassion
towards mortified people who have been exploited:
you must explain to them that's wrong to be enslaved...
without having the vision of a place called, " Home. "


Barbarians were those who trashed everything
and killed, but they lived in different times:
violence against order and civility;
today there's another evil arising:
greed for power against truth and humility...
Chalithra, carefully choose your allies!


Character: Chalinthra


Details | Free verse | |

The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Batter Up {Ekphrasis}

A
Soldiers
Silhouett
In black granite
Has
Found
A place
To call home
In Battery
Park




The Korean War Veterans Memorial
Located In Battery Park   N.Y


Details | I do not know? | |

Goodbye Friend

I have cried and cried till I can cry no more,
My eyes tired , red and really really sore.
   The pain of the sadness I feel deep inside ,
Is what has made me do nothing but cry.
   I will miss my friend now that he is gone ,
We've known each other for so very long.
  The best of buds all through our childhood,
As close as two can get as anybody ever could.
   It will never be the same without him I'm afraid,
But I'll always have the memories of all our days.
   Like a brother there for him and he there for me,
Seems that was the way it was meant to be.
   Soon time will heal all and the pain will fade ,
A distant memory is all there will be of this day.
TAC


Details | Rhyme | |

2 - Messenger from the Dead

There is no power in death,
great enough to stop youth.
From what must be done,
souls taken one by one.

If God should stand in the way,
clear the path you will go away.
Should I contend with this power,
no choice it is the devils hour.

When the wicked rule in time,
deception reigning of crime.
There will be a stand instead,
where I gather the vengeful dead.

Amongst in Hell that we cower,
our vengeance will grow louder.
Strong enough in legions,
numbers increasing regions.

Then the wicked will fear,
what is about to come near.
No where near closer to home,
inside Hell's nightmarish tomb.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Lonely March

In a far distant galaxy
Many, many miles from earth
There is a planet called Fortrex
It lies barren and hurt
 
The race are called Zodians
With their animal type murex
And a hideous beast
Of which they call a vodex
 
An intergalactical war
That we could never imagine
Ripped a race apart
Survivors left to begin
 
In beaten retreat
Their battered souls
March in scatter
Victims of wars goal
 
To their mountains they head
As they look to regroup
This proud ancient race
In battle scarred stoop

This scene all reminds us
Of histories past
Dunkirk in Europe
Through the waters they marched

A Germany beaten
As their troops march home
Many never made it
Like us, many will roam

If we moved to the next Galaxy
Made a quadrant our home
Would we be safe forever
Or forever comb

Until that time
We will live in our hills
For how long we will be safe
Before more blood spills




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-4.php



Details | I do not know? | |

A Warriors' Heart

A Warriors' heart beat
deep within his chest
long forgotten memories re-lived,
of ancient savage battles
won and lost
on battlefields long
stained red with blood.

The warriors' yell,
his call to battle
brave men one and all
few left standing at days end
on battlefields long
stained red with blood.

His warriors' heart
held a sadness best never spoken
his vow made, never to forget
those brave souls
lost so long ago
on battlefields long
stained red with blood.


Details | Lyric | |

Change

Change is the way the we all can relate,
We change fate, change hate, change the things that degrate,
And at a range, change seems like it only does great,
But isn't it strange, change can lead to such a great debate,
When it was only meant to open up gates,
For the men and women who want equal rights and rate,
For the broken soldiers, held by their brothers,
Only waiting to be seen, in the end,
By their mothers in crates...

As she throws herself upon it with no restraint,
There can be no mistake,
Even though it seems so fake,
She waits in the aftermath of this wake,
For the world to find the right path,
Have no hate,
But all around she sees wrath,
Losses faith,
And decides to forge her own path,
Through the gate,
To the powers that be,
The power select,
The power of the people that we elect,
The power they neglect,

So she argues certain elements,
With rhetoric and relevance,
And scholarly intelligence,
But all they ever tell her is...
"We'll get back to this,"
When they really mean is...
"Stop reminiscing on past events,"

She decided that she can't really live without her kid,
And takes a little stroll off the Brooklyn Bridge,
Do you know what she asked when she had the floor?
Just for a little bit of change like I said before.... 
 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over

When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over

Its doesn't matter which side your on
Whether your a viva viva palestina
Or an am yisrael chai
You know which side is evil, committed all
Wrongs, sometimes you meet people who 
Extol the virtues of this treacherous, 
Terrible oppressor /terrorist
With their shock and awe tactics and 
Disregard for freedom or the right to life And the pursuit of happiness
And sometimes for a minute, particularly 
When you talk to someone you think is 
Intelligent it becomes harder to maintain the 
View on this malignant party you tried hard 
To campaign for and against and although 
Peace (of mind) is all you want
All you could dream of
With this entity at the negotiating table 
Independence is swapped for catastrophe And war
If you give them what they want you will
Have nothing except the need to a right of 
Return to a better time


Details | Free verse | |

unbalenced light and dark

the balence of light and dark
has merged with 
its own balenced 
perfection, was light
is what was dark,
what it is ,
is what it was,
for it will never be
its own perfection,
and darkness
still never
understands 
the light.


Details | I do not know? | |

Blacks

It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the 
Last night,
& all our women
 gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..

Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they 
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against 
Eachother, 
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’ 
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its  kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it, 
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:

Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:


Details | Haiku | |

Skylark

Skylark spread your wings
Pull yourself up from the ground
Trust in the currents

One foot can lift you
Out to meet the starry night
Release yourself soon

Energy is faint
Yet the heart beats with power
We can not lift you

Find the quickening
Chance to take your maiden flight
You will remember

Flying is in you
You have been at rest so  long
Take this one last flight

We will all watch you
Cheering through our tears and fears
Imprinting the sight

Sooner than we think
We will have to take our flights
Risking the journey

Waving our hands high
Reaching for the clouds above
Hoping for entry

Greeters are waiting
With open arms and smiling
Relief on their end

The world is troubled
Peace must live somewhere we hope
You are needed there

We all must let go 
If we hold you too closely
You'll not make your flight

Skylark sing your song
The melody resonates
Through the summer air


Details | Blank verse | |

Choosing the inevitable

Stolen, these blind eyed windows
Shut by distant years gone by
But before the curtain is drawn
Reflect on warmth shone ever so often
As my mind sees the wonders
That the eyes were robbed of so long ago
Remember to bow ‘fore the spotlight grows dim 
For the sun will set
And the final curtain will fall
(Tattered in crimson velvet…my favorite)
To cover me with peace and fulfillment
In the cold of winter nights
It’s warmer in the burrows of the underground
Safely nestled in burrows of the eternal
The surface will spell new growth
Intentioned screams of encore
Will promise rotation forever more
I take solace in this, my last moments
Sending prayers over plains
Accompanied by plights of curtain calls
And as the last tear escapes my eye
To rose color cheeks with reality
And shield a tired and parched soul with dusk
Darkness awaits to shake hands with the lifeless
I think it’s about time to lean back a little further
But before I fall into the trusting arms of death
I shan’t forget to open my eyes
And smile


Details | Dodoitsu | |

A Dove

In the corner she whimpers So softly she cries some tears Tenderly a dove does come Sending her pure grace Through darkness she completed Made it through a harsh mission Suffered pain so all may love From a dove she saw She gave everything she had She poured love to all creatures She released the dove at last So she might find death
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

For 15 minutes.

I will put my half blood in a huge metal can.
Take it for chemical analysis.
So as to see my beliefs and my perception,
my vision and my aspirations.
Those i loved and others i hated.
With my other half i will paint in brick walls.
At the top,maby above all,
i will write these two words.
NO MORE
NO MORE
And then i will go to the store with aquariums.


Details | Free verse | |

Sail On Sail On

Sail on sail on my little
Turtle dove

Sail on through the rays
Of heaven paradise

Before darkness fill the sky

And the bells began to ring

Your journey will be at an
End.

You are the little turtle dove
Of heaven baby angel

Time for you to descend to your
Home

Before the bell toll three


Details | Free verse | |

Quiet Waters

Streams of blue fluid 
Flows downward 
As fragile carcasses decay 
Without a peep of a sound

We’re in the brink of disaster… 

Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?

We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us… 
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…

Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…

The eeriness breaks 
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly… 
Into the chambers of death 

Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops… 
Rising rapidly –  
It never stops

Dreams of misfortune still 
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness… 
Consuming the darkness…

We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…

Who will set our souls free 
From suppression?  

Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our 
Guiltless lives… 
We’re in complete agony… 
Does He consider 
Our prayers  
Of support and nourishment? 

We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…

Encourage us to keep on 
Trekking toward Your light

Where’s Your path?

You rinse off all of the sorrow 
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow 

The weeping ceases…
While the corpses 
Tear into 
Blood-spattered 
Pieces…  

The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our 
Ecstasy…   
Leading us to peace and fortune 
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from 
Calamity… 

We’re hungry… 
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly 
Like an obscure cave…

Rescue us from affliction –  
Embracing downhearted clouds…

Those wretched clouds…

Brought us rain when we asked for bread…

Those merciless clouds…

Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…

Remember our supplications… 
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us  
Out of cruel vengeance 
Out of sheer amusement 

Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover… 
You can’t manipulate us 
Like a subtle toy 

We’re praying for
Quiet waters

Offer the deceased 
A second chance

Don’t disown 
Our broken lives

We’re not alone…

We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…


Details | I do not know? | |

The Voyage of Us

The journey of Humanity is one of courage, it is of hope, it is of Acceptance.
It is of eyes peering in the horizon believing there is utopia behind it.

The journey of Humanity is one of struggle, of blood, of war, of Tears.
It is of the pursuit of Happiness, it is of Free-dom.

It is of Faith.


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The journey of  Humanity is one of travel, of adventure, of Curiousity.
It is of exploring new terrains, it is of Excitement.

The journey of Humanity is one of  rejuvenation, of Re-formation, of Re-birth. It is of re-production, of Refurbishment.

It is of Renaissance.


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The journey of Humanity is one of music, of beauty, of laughter, Sharing.
It of eating, it is of community, it is of smiles, it is of Hugs.

The journey of Humanity is one of dancing, of Competition.
It of service, it is of sub-mission. it is of Prayer

It is of our Universal Creator.

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The journey of Humanity is one of fare-wells, of tears, of Regrets.
It is of leaving, it is of good-byes, it is of Remorse.

The journey of Humanity is one all about making Love...
It is of potions, it is of oils, it is of nudity. It is of Endings.

It is of Beginnings.

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The journey of humanity is one of Conceptualization
It is of creating, it is of Visualization.

The journey of Humanity is one of Development
It is of  building-up, it is of Breaking-down

It is of taking Chances.

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But, most of all....

The journey of Humanity is one of.... LOVE.

Love for all things Good.

Love for all things Bad.

Love for all things Ugly.

And...

...a Love for all things DARK.



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Peace to all of Man-kind.
I ~ Am  ~ I


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled

How could something this poisonous be so taunting.
How could something so evil be so evoking.
Drown the battle that I once faced. 
Leave it behind.
Passed storms has come and ruined this mind.
Shackled by theses memories
Engraved in my soul to the very core. I can’t move.
Pain so severed.  Sanity has taken its toll.
Shattered  by the pieces. Shredded to the bone.
For I have become obsolete.
01/01/2013


Details | Quatrain | |

A Final Thought

Cast my ashes to the wind,
don’t shed another tear.
I’m right next door in a different room
out of sight but always near.	

To my beloved family,
our days together too few,
when the road gets long, you’ll stay strong
I’ll be watching over you.

 Keep me close, living in your heart
 when you lift your face in the rain,
I’ll comfort your soul, lighten your grief,
send  memories to ease your pain.

Place no marker in the soil,
 the end of the rainbow is where I’ll be.
I’ll bathe you in light from a shooting star
and you’ll smile for you’ll know that it’s me
	


Details | Didactic | |

Escaping Hell

           Escaping Hell

Hell is not an empty place
Or pleasant by any stretch
It will never fill or end
When you enter there is no exit sign 
A billion miles of granite will compress you there
Billions of miles away from other souls
There are no parties
A tiny anemic birdie is on top of the rock
Ready to rescue you
(If it does not die)
After 30 trillion years
It removes a fraction of a layer
The rock stays fast
After 5 billion years
Another 50 trillion miles of granite
Piles on top
Is the birdie still alive?
He struggles and takes a nap
We pray that he survives
 


Details | Narrative | |

THE WORLD I SEE

ALL THE PLACES- ALL THE FACES
EACH ITS OWN UNIQUE BEAUTY
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT?
 
ALL THE DIFFERENT PLACES
ALL THE DIFFERENT FACES
GAMES BEING PLAYED WITH HUMAN LIVES USED AS BARGAINING CHIPS 
 
THE OUTCOME DOESN’T REALLY MATTER
WITH EVERY TRIUMPH AND WITH EVERY DEFEAT
OUR HUMANITY SEEMS TO FADE FURTHER AND FURTHER AWAY
 
 ALL THESE DIFFERENT FACES 
AND ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES
SOULS ARE FOR SALE AND INNOCENCE IS A VIRTUE LOST
AND THERE IS NO RESPONSIBILITY TO BE HAD
 
EACH UNIQUE BEAUTY 
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
I ASK MYSELF WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT
 
SO MUCH HATRED AND SORROW TO BE SEEN IN THEIR EYES
NO TIME TO RUN AND NO PLACE TO HIDE
ESCAPE IS NO LONGER AN OPTION
 
THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE GREED AND CORRUPTION TO END
CHANGE IS THE ONLY HOPE
 
IT IS NOW TIME FOR ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES AND DIFFERENT FACES TO BLIND THEMSELVES FROM
THE SUPERFICIAL
THE DIFFERENCES THAT DIVIDED US IN THE PAST SHOULD BE FORGOTTEN FOR NOW WE MUST STAND TALL
AS ONE 


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The Final Sleep

A petal falls as morning dawns flutters and sways gently aground a light breeze may carry it away before nature finalizes decay the golden rose from whence it came stands bare, its grace dismayed a bud, a bloom, a scent to please offers memories of what has been a cycle of life, or so it seems a moment in time or merely a dream did we note its wonderful bloom or did it live in solitude too short a life to go unseen beauty bounds within our realms reflect on all of nature’s being before we near our final sleep © Elisabeth Dubois – March – 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

soldier's heart

it'll break yours - to see an old man cry
lips shaking at the memories
legion hats and baseball caps
with buttons and pins and medals stuck

the soldier talks and tells a tale
those past events - didn't turn out so well
haunts he's carried most all his life
more than the slain, he's burdened with strife

and there's some who can't go back before
they fought and slew, as soldiers of war
so doctors and counselors diagnose and surmise
PTSD, shell shock, combat fatigue, or soldier's heart

killing is killing no matter the cause
and living hearts bleed, as those that died
whether enemies, allies, or innocents are killed
is still a good reason, to break down and cry

mankind - such an interesting notion,
that our civilization's men are really kind
hand-to-hand or remotely terminating a life
it's hard to comprehend we're really that blind

bomb-bay doors, M-16s, foxholes, phosphorus fires
the children, platoons, felled in murderous quagmire
General Sherman said it better than I, "War is hell,
good that it be so, least humanity love it too well"

© Goode Guy 2012-11-12

http://storycorps.org/?s=Harvey+Hilbert&post_type=post
http://www.soldiersheart.net/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soldier's_heart


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I need inner peace

I owned a bar and I was a successful bartender.
But all of that changed when a customer went on a bender.
He drank too much and I knew that he was in no shape to drive.
If I hadn't sold that much booze to him, three people would still be alive.
He killed those three people when he smashed into their car.
I'm partly responsible so I've decided to destroy my bar.
When I think about those dead people, I feel guilt and sorrow.
A wrecking crew is going to demolish my bar tomorrow.
I can no longer find inner peace even though I search.
I'm donating the land to some people who will build a church.
Donating the land won't make up for my mistake but it will be a start.
I really need to find inner peace because this ordeal is tearing me apart.
I'm moving to another town because the families of the victims want me to go away.
I really hope that God and those families can forgive me someday.

(Even though this poem is fictional, bartenders who sell too much booze to people are partly responsible for drunk driving fatalities.)


Details | Ballad | |

A Grim Abscond

Walking on air. Thirsting for sorrowing despair is the only way I know how to keep you near. My spirit lingers for a moment, searching the softly dead silence for the words to say... forever the words are left unspoken. How can you speak when there is nothing but hungering darkness filling the eeiry quiet? My thoughts are left open in the night beauty filled with a gentle light. You see me; your gown is delicate, innocent and white. I look down at my own garments, clothed in black, I am a rainbow of darkness, mastered only by the forsaken raven... longing to thrive in the precious color of snow. A red rose drips with horrid blood, Why must I leave you now? Why must I go? You slowly reach for my hand, but you just don't understand, my heart is breaking. I don't want to bid thee farewell, but to live in such a dastardly sorrowful place would be like living somewhere else. My heart longs to be with you, and I know that in my dreams you will softly whisper "I love you" in my ear. Little do I know that one day soon it won't be in just a dream, because surely I will be with you here, So beautiful sweetheart of mine, do not dread, do not cry, For it is the words you have stolen from thy mouth "I love you", 'tis the only way I will forever depart. These words quietly unspoken still linger, silently in thy mouth evermore in thy heart... At thou grim abscond shall we forever part. Your frozen hand gingerly touches my cheek, wiping me free of all my tears. Surely, tenderly, I will soon be with thee here, until then, darling I love you. Let us forever dance in the dawn of the light, as my black garments miraculously transform, and turn into pure white. Sweetheart I am with thee here, in the night beauty filled with the glorious light. You have saved me from thy distress, thy sorrowing despair. Forever I will rest with thee, in thy heavens of everlasting light... close to you dear. "I love you" once again repeats its story as we forever slowly rejoice, dancing in victory. The two roses; black and white, silently stop crying, transforming in the light. They find refuge in each other, and live in the peace of hope, love, and looming, spectacular, innocent light. A grim abscond I once sang, as the roses drip in horrid blood, thus they prophecy destined them to be so much more, and now they stand against the beauty of the wind, forever bound together with thy treasured love.


Details | Narrative | |

IF CHRISTMAS DIDN'T EXIST

Imagine how sad December would seem
if Christmas didn't exist; only the chill
and wind would be felt through the frozen bones,
nobody would live in these northern, frigid zones. 


What was the true purpose of Jesus's birth?
Some even would say that it never occurred,
and why would the Magi travel long days
and nights to pay homage to the humblest of Kings?


It was prophesied by Isaiah in the Old testament and the Wise Men believed him,
following with awe the biggest and brightest star that they had ever seen;
and didn't it seem strange that God would choose those simple shepherds
to be the first to hear that message sung by a thousands of angels?


Wouldn't you be happy when a child cries out and enters life?
Wouldn't you celebrate that event with overwhelming joy and grace?
The same way Jesus entered this world to suffer and die,
and if Christmas didn't exist, who would remember who He was?


Wouldn't that envious angel, whom God expelled from Heaven with haste,
laugh loudly, knowing that we don't worship Him in spirit and faith? 
Fallen Angels are the eternal enemies of this Child, who atoned our sins
by paying with His precious blood...to vindicate the Devil's astute lies!


If Christmas didn't exist, some unbelievers would shout and rejoice,
happy to erase Christ's redemptive message from the earth's surface...
contradicting the Scriptures themselves and the Divinity behind it!
Didn't Herod the Great hate Jesus, fearing He would have become the new King?


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

Heaven's Gain

HEAVEN’S GAIN

Patiently He waited
For His child to see Him there
He knew that if she let Him
He could take away each care
He looked at her with mercy
His eyes were filled with love
His presence brought compassion
And God’s power from above

He spoke to her heart gently
He whispered to her soul
He showed her scenes of beauty
And made the thunder roll
He longed for her to see Him
So He went to every length
To show her an example 
Of His glorious might and strength

Then one day the angels 
Rejoiced with songs of praise
For she had come to know Him
In the time of her last days
He knew that she was fading 
Her time was drawing near
She trusted in her Savior
She would no longer fear

And when at last the day arrived
For Him to take her home
She breathed her last on earth
And then she met Him at His throne
Her soul was filled with joy
This was where she’d longed to be
And time was of no consequence
This was eternity

Here on earth we feel the loss
We grieve for her with tears
But she knows each moment there
Is like a thousand years
So as we wait and wonder
And as moments pass us by
We’ll all be reunited 
In the twinkling of an eye

Though she leaves an empty space
That none can ever fill
We must know that all shall be
Accomplished by His will
Let us not be overcome 
With brokenness and pain
Rather, let us realize
Our loss is Heaven’s gain!




© Donna Golden
Written February 7, 2000 in memory of Betty Mitchell


Details | Epic | |

About Kameron by Taylor

I stood in the room staring at that hard wooden floor.

Thought of him and then closed the door.
I looked back up and everything was black.
Suddenly I knew the pain was back.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Black and gray rags were scattered everywhere,
And all I could do was stare.

But he loved me .
I knew that much.

I sat on his bed and noticed that the tears started to shed.
Then I saw a very dark closet.
I heard our song and wanted to pause it.
I felt my heart slowing with the rhythm.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Light began to shine through the enormous window.
I looked over,
And there...was a shadow.
The giant black drapes turned blue.
I thought to myself:"This can't be true."

Because I knew he loved me.

The roses came back to life.
And the bed turned white.
The rags turned into his clothing.

The music slowed and I didn't know what I was being shown.
But I loved him.
A light came from the closet.

A light that was brighter than any of the stars in the sky.
I saw a figure,and again,I started to cry.
I saw his face,saw his smile,
And knew that this was our special place.
And he said I love you.

Those three words meant the world to me and him .
And I said,
...I love you a whole lot more.


Details | Pastoral | |

Severance


I rejoice in the Lord
   Fore on this day
He hath found
    Favor with
              You,
  At His council
            And has
Prepared for you
       A blessing
   Unto your Soul
And ye shall surely
Dwell in the House of
The Lord forever
        Amen

           GF

*****This is a good-bye for my nephew Lil Gary Fields' who was
         taken too soon from us, but for the Grace of the Lord!


Details | Free verse | |

How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
And
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
With 
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
You 
Didn't warn me 
You
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
Know
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
What 
Has got into me!
Consciously
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
As
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Imprinted
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Eternally
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
Something 
I haven’t
Quite
Got over!

My heart 
Having 
A mind of its own
Aching 
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
One
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
As 
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
Meaningless
Now
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Passionately
Kiss me
While
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Your
Loving embrace
I miss
Your
Reassurance!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
Just
As 
I felt
In your arms, my love?

How
Do I let you go?
How
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
With 
‘Our eternal love’
Supporting
And 
Guiding me
Especially
In times, like these!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

VOWS

I SEE THE WAY I FEEL INSIDE,
LOCKED AWAY BEHIND ALL MY LIES.
I HEAR THE WORDS BEHIND MY 
BACK, TRUTHFULLY IT'S ACOUSTICALLY
SAD.
WHEN THE CHORDS ARE PLAYED,
THERE'S A MELODIC HAUNTING IN MY MIND!
LOST INSIDE; THE ENDEAVOR IS BLIND.
STAR-GAZING BRINGS THE TUNES TO A 
HIGH, PEOPLE WATCHING TAKES ME TO A 
LOW.
BOXED IN THE WAY I FEEL;
MY PANIC BECOMES MANIC, I JUST
NEED A WAY TO DEAL.
STRAWBERRY GASHES IN PEACH-COLORED
FIELDS, HELPS TO DEFINE HOW IT IS 
AND WHAT I TRULY FEEL.
FORGIVENESS SOUNDS GOUND, BUT 
I KNOW I WON'T FORGET. JUST
LIKE A GREAT POEM OR SONNET THESE
SCARS ARE MY COMMITTMENT.
SO AS I SHALL FADE TO NOTHINGNESS 
NOW; I GIVE YOU THESE WORDS TO
CHERISH - DEATH BECOMES MY WEDDING VOW.


Details | Free verse | |

the sweeter the bitter

THE SWEETER, THE BITTER
The sweeter the bitter, the bitter the sweeter;
There is nothing like a free lunch, the sweeter the bitter
Lift me high so you can pull me down, the sweeter the bitter
Only my loved ones can hurt me, the sweeter the bitter
You sing only sweet melodies to entice me not knowing you are luring friendily to win me and satisfy your secret but wicked ambitions, the sweeter the bitter
I have fought so hard for you so if you can’t praise me, don’t shame me
The sweeter the bitter
Inside the gun is complete darkness but a bullet remains harmless until it sees a little light
Bigger baits attract worthy fishes. The sweeter the bitter
Why has a whole brain been reduced to a common sweet? The sweeter the bitter
In times of light I bloom, so you hold me tight and look at me in the eyes saying “you are simply the best”
Now there is darkness which has covered even the whitest snow, yes I am doomed  but stop telling serpent that I am the worst. The sweeter the bitter
Please tell me just one thing in this world that is always sweet but never bitter, the sweeter the bitter
No pain means no gain, the more you build the more you destroy, for perfect peace we should wage tougher wars the sweeter the bitter
Bear the pains to live death will soon embrace you, crown you, honour you and reveal all your hidden achievements. The dead enjoys more than the living the sweeter the bitter
The closer the light the hotter it becomes
Gaining one friend brings you more than one enemy
Sugar is sweet but could be very dangerous the sweeter the bitter
How I was born is not how I will die the sweeter the bitter
You have done things so great in the world but why do you bother to see the end of the sea
When you do anything possible to start your living just be wise death will certainly drag you and end the living the sweeter the bitter
To enjoy every bit of peace we must tolerate every bit of bitterness
Democracy, election and good governance are all sweet why then do we turn them bitter
The sweeter the bitter
Ironically you are for the nation but your selfish desires scatters the whole nation the sweeter the bitter
A word to the wise they say is enough; this is sweet but very bitter. So I say the sweeter the bitter.
                                                                     By    GODFRED K.B.ADJEI
                   tel:0270800513,email:gak_brant@yahoo.com
            facebook:GODFRED KB ADJEI
                                                                       


Details | Elegy | |

Rest In Peace

Many will ask the question why?
Many will weep for you have gone.
Many will try to hide the sorrow in side.
Many will share their thoughts and memories of you.
Many will come to see you one last time.
Trying to decipher why some one such as you must leave so soon.
So in our time of sorrow and grief let us cling to our faith.
For it is our faith in God that will carry us forward.
Also let us find joy in the knowledge that you now rest in haven.


Details | ABC | |

Better Place

Your in the better place now but I want you here
But in the better place you cry no tears you have no fears
But I just want you here
Without any pain
But when your here everyday's a day without rain
Just like the better place
I'd love to again just see your face 
But times ticking fastly for us to re-unite
And times ticking more for the day too I will see the light
But your in the better place which is beyond high
so me being human can not touch the sky
But I wish I had wings like like those in the better place 
Because I would start elevating and leave no trace
So I can see you again and feel your warm embrace
but im not coming back for heaven is beautiful and great
I'm forever gone Out of state, I'm onto the better place


Details | Free verse | |

The Fare

"nothing lasts forever"
not the day
or the night,
or your love-
but it's not true.
The past remains
as the present descends,
nothing to stay forever
but there all the same.

And when we fear it creeps to quick
we see loss
in place of passed,
whereas to have known is always knowing.
A fortune beyond value.


Details | Free verse | |

Parchement

On this parchment
I am forced to write
That of which I cannot speak

On this oh so delicate paper
I am enraptured
by my under lying thoughts

On this meager piece of material
And this once sharp pencil
I try to express the deepest of emotions

On this once blank loose leaf
That I now read to it's fullest
I find that though I wrote about nothing

On this one piece of parchment
About nothing at all it seems
Is full of something you feel, not just see


Details | Free verse | |

LOST down a Dark path

Years i felt it, there was know way out of the abiss, no point in giving a shout, who would hear it and who would care? so alone in the world just as if it was bare. 

My cries went un heard, no comfort i felt, alone to dwell with the cards i had been dealt, 
years of waiting with dark thoughts in my head, untill the same dark path led me to the light instead. 

The feeling of comfort knowing i was saved, my problem was someone elses i could be knowones slave, i thank GOD for saving me from that dark lonely time, knowone else could of reached me, not even myown mind. 

Now i walk in the light never to be alone an i seek to help others in the same way i was shown, so go in peace my brothers and sisters and hold your head high! 
. . never forget in times of hardship GODS right by your side.


Details | Cowboy | |

'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


Details | I do not know? | |

The Harmony of Peace (Poegism Round 8 Entry - Peace)

Peacefullness results in tranquility

I am the one to stop the notion of being relaxed

Without me Peace cannot be

With me peace lives and I persue with tact

Do not wake the sleeping giant

For once peace has been established I will live

My rise from the crypt will be with fury

Agonizing results to allow peace to be in thought

I wait in patience for the call of peace

I wait for I will live and enduce harmony

Scattered umongst your minds 

As if a jigsaw were being shaped

I will cut you open and show your peace

I will chaotically place my tumors umongst the carcass of peace

For it WILL die........

My name will become infamous 

For my old of Lucifer is wearing thin

Death will finally get peace

For I get them all

Peace cannot run but for once it will fall

Like all great dictators and strategists do fail

Eventually peace will be too much and cave into hell

I will be there too sweep the remains into my soul

For I live, breath, and eat for peace

For I WILL become peace and when I do

Chaos and turmoil will unfold.....

All from my glance

The same glance that sees through

All from my hand

The same hand that will feed you

Peaces time is up

I will wait with patience to strike

Unless you feel you can stop the one

If so......

Come get me.....my son


Details | Free verse | |

Soldier Lover

I long to see you, to hear your voice, to feel your touch, to taste your lips.
You left me in tears and tragedy, not a single word again, not even a whisper. I can not be selfish, I just know I cant. Your memory will live on in me, your love will blossom in my heart. I will never see you again, your eyes and your soul. But I have to be proud, though it is so hard. Just to have been loved by a warrior, it tears me apart.


Details | Free verse | |

ROADS OF WAR

I see tanks rolling down the street
Leaving clouds of dust at our feet.
I see marching men following close behind
Fathers, sons and brothers all out of their minds.
I see mothers, daughters, sisters crying alon.

Come fight, our goverment says, come fight
Your country needs you, what a sight.
Who asked for this war, did we?
It is wrong, can't you see?
It's nothing but a massacre, killing thousands!

All people say: "We want peace!"
If this is so let the fighting cease.
Who decides what's worng or right
Presidents decide what's black and white.
Bullets passing by, bombs lighting up the night sky!

Look and see, open your eyes
Our men are dying, say your goodbyes.
Fel your body going cold, blood gushing through the holes
The war has come to our homes, we have sold our souls.
What for we ask?

Please hear us now.

Stop the wars!!!


Details | Quatrain | |

Mist and Death

Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.

Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.

Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,

Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.


Details | I do not know? | |

Battle Lines

Battle lines are drawn with no word uttered to act,
just a couple of simple emotions pain and loss fuel  this fact.
Bloodshed on the people we thought we could trust,
but now we know this is not true, as we lay our kin in the earth’s crust.

Vengeance is the fuel that fans the emotions of loss into hate,
for now it is not them but us that will decide their fate.
Call to arms the ones that have laid your brother to rest,
and in our embrace of steel find out who is the best.

When blood stains the ground and the hate sets fire to this land,
lets see past the smoke to who will finally stand.
In heated conflict our dance of steel and flesh will warship Aries the god of war,
and we will tear one another apart until we are no more.

Through the years our generation will hate the others without cause or reason,
For as the crimson moon passes it start another killing season.
Hate will boil and bodies will come under the knife,
and we shall take liberties on each other’s lands and wife.

All this pain will usher in a mindt Earth is a living hell,
and we will become prisoners within our own hated cell.
So before you step over line and fuel what you know is to pass,
lets buried our love ones together in the same mass.

After that, talk to me and so this could never happen while we our alive,
for if we don’t, in the future it could be us that will not survive.


Details | I do not know? | |

Inspirational

All my bags are packed,
I'm standing at your door, 
I don't want to go back,
I'm looking for more.

All my bags are packed,
I'm standing at the gates of pearl,
I don't want to go back,
I want the Lord to say I'm his girl.

All my bags are packed,
I'm waiting on God to open the gate,
I don't want to go back,
And lead me by the hand by eight.

All my bags are packed,
I love you but I'm not scared anymore,
I don't want to go back,
Oh please let me go forevermore.

All my bags are packed,
Don't want to feel so alone,
I don't want to go back,
God is calling me to his home.

All my bags are packed,
I'm leaving this place,
I don't want to go back,
I want to feel God's warm embrace.

All my bags are packed,
On Earth I feel so sad,
I don't want to go back,
On Heaven I'm very glad.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I've dreamt of the Gate

there's no time for smiling anymore...
Death cascades along the waterway-
She smiles as she snatches time from the edge of my lips

''Time is in no way friend to you,"she says to me
My enemy,my love,my passage...where did the meaning go?
She again smiles...she seems as innocent as children floating in majestic meadows

I awake-
The morning is new

The smiling is foreign inside of my darkened heart


Details | Lyric | |

The Dance

Swaying. I'm dreaming. Sinking. I'm dying. Freefalling. Angels sing a beautiful melody. Hallelujia, oh hallelujia. The light shines on me, enchanting. It's holy, it's holy. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. My heart is pounding deep within my chest. Dancing with in my eyes ceases to exist. I am not alone. Blinded no longer is the truth hidden inside. And we're swaying. The angels singing. Hallelujia, oh hallelujia. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. On golden streets we dance to the harp, he's holding me close. Silver is the moon, blue are the stars. I fall awestruck to my knees, swimming through splashing amber seas of innocence. The steps of the dance, guided by his gentle hand. I am at rest, I am at peace, folded in the glory of my coming. The spitting fire engulfing me. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. I'm dancing with Jesus... In Heaven with Jesus... I am alive again. I am alive again...


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I Am Going Home

I’m looking for my home That’s where I wanna be It’s not a place that I own Nor that I can even see Home is where I’ve never been But I know that it’s there Something tells me from within It’s not a place around here In any house that I may live It’s never really home for me Just a storage room and a bed And a place for my company I’m getting closer to my home I can feel it in every day I guess I should’ve known This life vacation wouldn’t stay When I finally get home My days will be filled with time From the past my thoughts have grown Deep within my mind At home there will be peace And never will I need For the wanting will soon cease Without a thought of greed Yes, I’m going home I know the time is here Should I have to go alone I will certainly find myself there! Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Last train home

Forever have your name engraved,
Un-eroding, infinately imprinted.
Ice cold track, a final grave,
Forever have your name engraved,
Raised her eyes then knelt and prayed.
Beneath her weight, the deathbed glinted,
Forever have your name engraved,
Un-eroding, infinately imprinted. 


Jodie Williams for
Nette's In the Afterglow contest
7 Aug 2011


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The War Part 2

NOON

The infantry open up for the cavalry
At full horse power speed they attack
Too late to use artilleries now
But it made some horses tumble, about a fifty
Six hundred horse ran to the infantry

Infantry too late for squares ran to the cavalry
They fired there muskets, brought down some sixty horses
It was the time of the cavalry lances where release
Unlike arrows it killed two at a time. The cavalry ran 
On the infantry. Head out of necks, arms out of scapulas, and legs out of hips.

The whole army retreats, they send their whole cavalry
Cavalry meets cavalry. One thousand lances released on a four hundred
Horrible! Men were carried from horses to horses, lances
Horse were raise up high, neighs turn to roars, lances
Now nine hundred and fifty to sixty, the opposite retreat.

The colonel seeing the sixty running ordered a chase. Fool!
The opposite's Brigadiers laughs, he ordered his brigade
To get ready. After their sixty drove in
The infantry made squares. At their captain's orders.
Salvo's were head, two thousand shots on a nine hundred and fifty.

Sympathetic bullets entered heads and hearts horses tumbled
They caused confusion, de-horse horsemen ran back.
It was only a ninety that penetrated killing a forty
Twenty horsemen retreated with wounds
There was silence, scout men where sent to count losses


Details | Ballad | |

Why the dogwood tree grows

Why the dogwood tree grows.

In the middle of a vacant filed stands a grand dogwood tree where the  crows gather daily. People flock far and wide just to gaze at its majestic stature and overwhelming beauty wondering silently amongst themselves, “How this tree came to be.”

Shrouded in secrecy lays the scattered bones of a dead man. 

His hands rest against his thighs, his head turned upright as his soil filled eyes gaze upward awaiting the warm glow of the sun that sadly never comes.

The man laid to rest beneath the black dirt over time had long been forgotten, he no longer had a name, no home, or even a family of his own. Just the loving roots he had been encased in long ago.

But how this event came to be only three could say.
The women, the murder, and the forever silent dogwood tree.

The restless bones belonged to a man, a young man who had fallen in love and courted another mans betrothed. The women cared for the simple gardening man and the many trees his nimble fingers tended but her fiance was a jealous chap with rage to match.
And upon one final night after witnessing their true loves kiss the grief stricken cohort stuck the man down with his rusted pick axe and banished the gardener to his hand dug grave, placing his lifeless corpse in a vacant filed in which no one came. But what the enraged man didn’t foresee was the seed of a dogwood tree.
It fell from the deceased pocket and grew from the gardeners heart.

Year after year the tree budded magnificent flowers each possessing a hint of red staining their petals.

People marveled in its splendor gazing at the unique tree, gasping in awe and glee, but for one women its beauty agonized her for its existence was a constant reminder that no justice, nor revenge could ever be won for her simple gardening man.

And as the roots steamed onward feeling the caressing flow of a spring wind on its crimson petals the mans chest flooded with air and his dry, frail skeleton once more exuded life; 

And  as she eyed the swaying branches his memory suddenly came to life.
He was the air the tree inhaled, the nutrients it desperately needed to grow, and the reason it thrived.

Even in death he had the gardeners touch.

Her wrinkled face light up with love and for the first time in fifty years she smiled in happiness thinking to herself.

“That is why the dog wood tree grows, its out of love for my dead mans bones.”




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Give Peace a Chance

im tired of waiting
we cant do it alone
no not on our own
their thrills
so violent
they're killing 
burning 
everything in sight
you sit and wait
do you think its alright?
its bringing the world to its knees
but what can we do
if were not doing anything?
violence doesn't wait
peace can do great
great things
just give it a chance
if it doesn't work 
then you can go back to...
hurt





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Forgotten

In death, a journey comes to an end.
Death’s journey through life ends with
a gathering of family and friends
who reflect and comfort each,
saddened by the life lost to them.

The defining moment of worth on display,
no longer able to express emotion,
a waxen replica of what was.
Those who now pass recollect 
then weep the tears of loss;
laugh as they remember great times.
So many memories buried,
now surface for a time, 
again will be buried in the same manner.

Mourned for a time,
memories fade with each generation,
until, no memory remains.
A journey has come to an end.
A piece of history lost again.


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AMERICAN SOLDIER

im just trying to be
a father raise a daughter
and a son be a lover
to their mother
i will always do my duty
no matter the sacrefice

ive counted up the cost
I KNOW THE SACREFICE
i bear that cross with honor
CAUSE FREEDOM DONT
COME FREE I AM AN
AMERICAN SOLDIER

i stand by my brothers and
sisters you can 
sleep in peace tonight
cause im out here on the front 
line providing for
our future is my 
responsibilty


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Reality's Demise -Falling-

I unsteadily 
Drift away on an air balloon 
Vibrantly glancing at the crowd below the surface,
Sharing my utter enthrallment 

I unbelievably  
Cascade into the stomach of the churning ocean
Ceaselessly infusing my bleakness at the crowd above,
I disclose my utter frightfulness 

I inescapably 
Collapse into the bottomless paradise 
Intensively eying the crowd before me,
I conceal my devastation 

I face 
A confrontation between life and demise
I trace 
A pathway that unsteadily drifts back to reality

I glimpse at an air balloon released in the swaying wind
And I hope urgently to drift back into ecstasy,
But it’s above the surface…reaching for the universe 
And I hope appallingly for another tranquil lifetime 


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From The Sea

Come to me
Annabel Lee
From the Sea, From the Sea

Your life was sorely stolen
flushed cheeks pale and swollen
Away from me you drifted past
The Angel Reaper had come to fast
He took you along
my woe prolonged
No more you for me
No more beautiful Annabel Lee

So here I stood upon the shore
Though the raven qouted Never More
I held my chilling breath
though I wished for my death
Away into the Sea
Went my beautiful Annabel Lee

In this final passing hour
no truth has come to flower
I remain ever alone
stranded here among seaward bone
Harken I to this dark, baleful sky
No answered why, only woeful sigh

Come to me
Annabel Lee
From the Sea, From the Sea


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Hope For A New Generation

The death of a saint, a martyr to some
The death of a hero, a husband to one

A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all
He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall

To give up his dreams and aspirations
To relinquish his will of self-preservation

To benefit all of human kind
To alter how we interact, to change our time

Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication
He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication

He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed
He served everyone, just as he had served his country

With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men
He truly understood what it meant to be human

Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace
More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease

He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much
He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch

But there is a point at which every man breaks
His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great

However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter
His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar

A belief built upon the hope that people can change 
He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range

It seemed that he was ready to change us all
What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall

Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit
The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate

Seeking a greatness of his own
He wasn’t satisfied with the world he was shown

And so died the dream of the hero, this saint
The martyr departed and his fire burned faint

Yet hope never dies
It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries

We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams
Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems

We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know
However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow

To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth
For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth


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The Following of the Pipes

On this cold winter night
A horror unfurls
As they leave their trenches
Under the Bagpipes skirl

It's Christmas Eve
In World War One
Over the top they leave
The killing has begun

Knee deep in mud
Barbed wire and bodies
The piper laments
Their bravery embodied

To march into battle
With their weapon of pipes
Whilst bullets and bombs
Leave the theatre in strife

Onward they march
Turning men into hero's
The battle of the Somme
Last centuries ground zero
 
What makes such a man
To enter a war
His weapon of music
That they follow him for

Amongst the men that fall
Others pick up their guns
When the piper falls
Their is no one

On this cold Christmas Day
The horrors have been unfurled
As one looks over the trenches
To a different world

But the very next day
In the distance you will hear
The sound of the Scottish Bagpipes
Leaving their enemy in fear



        In memory to all who fell at Christmas time, and especially to the pipers
who used music as their weapon, we will remember them, as all will be remembered




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php




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To Die

Don't cry for me, I've only just died. And yes, I know you tried and tried
But the life ends and hearts do mend. Now I'm the atoms that war and love can never defend.
A universe spinning all around and now I'm home, I'm found.
Its the pain that goes away for me but I'm not a forgotten memory, don't you see?
It's all around us that life is a gift but the death is the return to the love in the universe and beyond - Beyond the burn and concern of the world and the horrors that are done in turn.
So reject the pain and celebrate with me for my death, like yours will be, was a certainty.
But not of lost life but of the chance to be free. Not now but you'll one day agree.  So lay aside the regret don't fret the time is now for livin' and later comes the dyin' but please no cryin' Let the tears be for you not for me that one day you too can become free in the dust, in the air and travel everywhere without a care while mourners stare and enemies glare.
To Die is no dream it's a return to the love in the universe and beyond - Beyond the burn and concern of the world and the horrors that are done in turn.


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Throne Room

The voice of Love is gentle seeks your heart to mend
screaming and abusive speech to shield from defend
kindness you have robed in the heart of your Son
whose disciples are collecting all loved old and young

Grant he will the prayers of those seeking peace
those pursuing righteousness and from tyranny release
freedom from what causes harm to walk in Liberty
to find your joy and happiness to vision given see

God has made the promise in which he cannot lie
the hope of everlasting Life in Jesus never die
Love is as strong as Death a seal set on your heart
when you truly know his Love never from it depart

How pleasant it receives you with joy and delight
like the most beloved when standing in his sight
made like the savour so like honey sweet
a song with it's enchantment no other voice can meet

It cannot be compared to anything but God
for he is its source its living waters laud
the fairest of the fair where desire is complete
this is the throne of God on heart it must take seat

The elixir in the goblet intoxication of sweet wine
how the taste and smell and touch majesty divine
unspoiled and unpolluted its embrace is clean
never will mistreat you be violent or mean

To dare to look upon it and in its depths be found
water it does all life and gives fertile ground
without it there's no Light to life where in darkness set
those who follow hatred live in Death forget

Awake awake oh sleeper lift your eyes on High
Love is the only thing we're assured can never die
It holds the universe together exists for all Time
like God we hold its passing memory deeply in our mind

Fall I do in worship beneath its gaze I bow
that into his presence by Son he does allow
to let us stand before him and take us in embrace
when we become like him we will know his face

sources Song of Solomon 8:6-7 Galatians 5:14-25
1Cor 13:12 1John 3:1-6 Titus 1:2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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THE SUICIDE BOMBER

Is lust for paradise not a lust?
Tell me someone wise
Rid of lust society must
In whatever disguise

Who is this suicide-bomber
Tempted by lust of paradise
Filled with concepts from gutter
Castle to live and Houris as prize

Blowing himself to shred
With other innocent lives
Looking at his targets with hatred
With fiery venomous eyes

Which saint, which teacher or scholar 
Has glorified  self destruction
Chain this man, for God’s sake, give his neck a collar
He can’t be a godly man that harbours act of satan


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An Angel's Wish

A baby,
so tiny and helpless,
the life the future.

Intricate toes and fingers,
eyes closed and blind to the world's horrors,
the cries of helplessness bundled in a blanket.

Warmth I can guarantee,
Love I can provide,
Dreams I can give freely,

Yet the world is to be discovered by You.

You who make our whole world revolve,
You who will endure,
You who will suffer.

A life without air is not a life at all,
when the systems of life begin to fail,
There is only one gesture I have to give.

A kiss to the brow.

Tears will fall,
as will sniffles and sobs,
but I will be there to comfort.

I will be there to hold your hand,
I will dream and live in the world of your reality,
while continuing with my own world.

A world of success and failures.

Good-bye my dearest,
I have prayed,
and it is time for you to go.

A kiss,
A tear,
Just once more.

Sleep dear one, sleep.


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phorget my offer, it would be easier to teach third graders than you third rate poets

    i WONDER IF I SHOULD WANDER THE WOODS

I’m talking to you about a young white boy wandering bad neighborhoods
You never warned me about the wolves in the woods
You simply walked me to the middle and you left without a word and 
You didn’t tell me how to wage a war without armaments, or an army not to harm me
So there I was to either waste away or war with the weather
Storms and torrential downpours are just something to beat
yet it’s destruction and death I’m forced to defeat 
or battle back in the bleakness of horrid heat  
To win over the phrightening and phrigid phiascoes i phace
the rain with its virgin drops and ungodly wind
And it ain’t going to do me no good to start having contrition now because it's evident i've  sinned

You never phorecasted a phorest philled with phiends and phear
You stealthily took off and left me there
Alone again to find a way to find what I need most
A forest in which I had to fend for myself
And defend myself

I looked out for snakes that slither the city sidewalks hawking their wares
The ones like me with needles and need
You didn’t tutor me on how to feed myself or find shelter because money is a thing of the past
Since every vagrant penny goes up and in my arm
You didn’t explain how easily my physical being could meet Hell or come to harm 
Walking into a trap because the man says he’s got that which  I am there to buy
Then he puts a gun to my head the minute he closes the door
And the money that was supposed to buy me peace becomes no more
The woods, the phorest, the darkest avenues of avid scum out to avenge something or someone

because in the woods there are a lot of hungry people 
and others who can live on revenge alone for what someone else has done

And in the phorest  there are varied types of phuit growing on trees that tremble for my trouble
But not one tree opted to shade me from the sun or not to be withered by the wind
And the birds of prey that come in packs  praying that death be mine
You never told me about the darkness with a tunnel baring no exit of any kind
For we were none so  blind
You left me here with society’s victims who all wanted the same thing
A way to wage a war, a way to weather a storm, some hope and thirteen bags of dope a day
When you put that first needle in my arm you knew it was a scary slope and that I  would conquer or fall
Yet and still you thought I knew it all
Doing what needs to be done and done for good
However here I am again, still searching for powdered peace in a bad neighborhood
             © 2011.….~free cee!~


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Time

Time keeps going, the world turns too,
With life, death, choices we make or even what we do.
What's the point of  life and death?
When all we feel is regret.
Repopulate the world with idiots,
make dumb choices and fill life with IGNORANCE.
It matters not what we do or say,
only to the very flawed humans, that bring us up and teach us this "way."
Life has it's occasional joyous moments,
but all that matters, I guess, is dumbass comments.
We live, we breathe, we die,
in the end it's apart of life.
Whether or not we live or die young,
why must we try to end it before our time is up?
What's the point of  life and death?
When all we feel is regret.
Repopulate the world with idiots,
make dumb choices and fill life with IGNORANCE.
Time keeps going, the world turns too,
With life, death, choices we make or even what we do.


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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


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Give Peace a Chance

 Have You Ever Seen a Last Request?
 It Would Make Your Blood Run Cold.
 There Are a Few That Have Seen It,
 but They Are the Brave and the Bold.
 
 I Am Talking about Our Young Soldiers,
 Sent out to Fight the War
 but Viewing of the Last Request,
  Burrows down to Your  Very Core.
 
 It Says, "Please Tell My Family
 I Was Honorable and Brave to the End,
 I Did the Best I Thought I Could....
 Please Write it All in the Letter You Send.
 
 He Can No Longer Say a Word,
 the Request Is in His Eyes.
 So It's up to You to Tell What He Gave,
 as the Request Slowly Flickers.....
 And   Dies.
 
Have all our soldiers died in Vain?
To Make sure freedom Rings
Will we ever have that  peace
From the song the Government sings?

So Far the most that we can say
To our soldiers that took the fall,
Is “Rest in peace and honored glory
In the name of peace… you gave it all.”

They say there is always hope
Perhaps world leaders would change their stance
 And realize no winners come from war,
Then maybe, just maybe Peace would have a chance


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The Dead

You know as well as I do
the dead don't stay interested in us living people very long
Gradually, they lose hold of the earth
and the ambition they had
and the pleasure they had
and the things they suffered
and the people they loved
That's the way I put it
And they stay here while the earth part of them burns away
Waiting for the eternal part in them to come out clear
What's left when memory is gone and your identity?
They no longer have to reach out for a hand to save them
For their pain vanishes


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Other Side of Reflection

Where the sunlight will stop
Beneath the teal waters
I only see reflection
From under my dripping roof
Spinning through the currents
I fill my lungs with foreign habitat
Concealed in my cocoon of corals
Safe from a predator
Just trying to make a living
Further to drop 
Through clear backdrops
To the next stage if being
Down and down
Deep in the black
Conciousness will pass
Without a second glance
I sink in the mystics
And hide from the shores


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Mother to Son

You live in another world
spiritual realm your heaven
a powerful entity in itself.

The watching of your loved ones
from the angels sky
sprinkling your wishes
of joy to them all.

Never missing anything
from the highest plane
where you can move on
to another journey.

The past, present and future
are all multi-dimensional
in the hall of records
where past judgments lie.

Spread your angel wings
fly down to me upon the earth
so I can feel you once more.


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Morbid Luck

Bad luck could hit hard…
It’s difficult to catch a flash of glory… 
Unfortunately, we end up with the wrong side of the coin 
It’s tricky to snatch eternal glee…

I wish I could increase your motivation and prove your significance 
But I have none that I own – you made a big impact on me believe it or not
I want to grant you success…or I’ll let God work His magic
I have the passion to accomplish my jubilant goals – I just got to be energized…
Be strengthened and have self-reliance  
I prey upon confidence… 
I pray for your dreams to fall into place… 
I have no choice, but to find my way out of this labyrinth… 
OUT OF THIS MESS…
Suffocating me in harsh distress…
Dissatisfaction could shatter your hope

We are fading… we’re fragments
Escalating ferociously…  

It’s almost impossible to remain at ease during these hard times…
Fortunately, we have a chance to be on the right side of the coin

The most difficult part of living is… 
Dealing with the outrageous crimes  

Bad luck 
Is totally a morbid result in life’s situations…
I believe that you could endure
The catastrophe that burnt up your 
Last drop of courage…

What a tragedy you turned out to be… 
Your morbid luck drained out your bliss
And inflated you with squalid misery…
Your morbid luck dragged you 
Into the abyss……… 


Details | I do not know? | |

A Heart Felt Scream of Child's Broken Dream

 	 I never thought I could scream,
yet I never thought I would dream.

In my life I've been struggling,
always fighting always hurting.

I solemnly swore I won't let them see me get hurt,
But with my heart on fire I always got burnt.

I had a vision I used to believe,
now all I am left with is tears and shattered dreams.

Then something was taken from me,
It was the ability to simply be me.

Threatened, with a gun held to my face,
Fearful as my family is gone with out a trace.
I ask myself, O' where thy promised grace.

In that vision I used to believe.
Then I realize it's all gone I can't help but to grieve,

What have you done loudly I say,
All I wanted was peace and a place to pray.

And now all I do is screaming
Cause I even lost the right of dreaming…

A little Tribute to all the suffering children out there..
God Bless and guide those who are in war may they find peace once again.


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Ladies of Legacies

Pick up the picture,
Half are gone,
Deceased and gone,
I wish-
I could bring those eras back,
The eras of beloved ladies living,
True ladies of legacies,
Left us all behind,
Now onward we press.


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I've Fallen And Can't Get Up

brother's marked tombstone, honoring thy name





Tribute To Armed Forces
And Those Fallen From Wars
R.I.P.






Note I Did Not Lose A Brother To War
But Brother And Myself Did Serve
Him A Marine And Me For Army
But Sadly Enough Others Did Fall
In The Line Of Duty


Also This Is My Entry For 
Raul Moreno's Six Word Masterpieces Epigram Contest


Details | Narrative | |

take me from this misery

* this poem has been inspired by Breaking Benjamin's Dear Agony....*
* and was written in memory of my grandmother Jeanne Gula *

My name is Jeanne Gula, today i found out that i have cancer.
Its in a tumor, that's very painful, its very rare, its 3 cancers into 1
they already took it out once... and it came back.
The doctor said it was to late to take it out again.
Its not the perfect end to my life, but its all i can have..
I don't really know how much more time i have.
I used to be able to walk by myself, with out help.
I can't believe this happened to me... of all people.
It's be coming torture, they called in hospices.
This cant be good...
I'm in my own home, slowly dieing...
I really don't want to leave, I will leave so many loved ones behind..
So I think i will stay a little longer...
Its January, i now can't do anything by myself, i have to rely on family to help with
everything, my organs are starting to slowly shut down, its very painful to go through.
but my daughters birthday is coming soon... I'm not going to leave now... i don't want her
to be sad, on such a happy day.
I can't hold on much longer.
I'm now out of this misery, its feb. 2nd, and I'm finally free.
Free, of all this pain, and I'm healthy again, I can walk, with out hanging on to anything
or anyone, I can finally be independent again...
now no one cry for me, because i lived a full long life, and no longer in pain..
I love you all.
Love Grammy


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Free verse | |

There is hope

Who now looks after those
whose bones are gnawed on by the Jackal?
Whose burdens have dragged them
to the depths
of the ocean of sadness in their hearts?
The world asks: How much?
 How many?
 How pretty?
 How worth it?
Each question a lode stone
made of gross diamond and death granite.

None are scarless
and most have open sores that ooze failure
Tears-invisible trace the word 'Lost' on one cheek
and 'Done' on the other
This world of grief
trapped orbiting
around the heart of the black universe within chests,
leaving the question: why?

Why did he die?
Why did she leave? 
Why am I alone? 
Why...why?

Fallen
yet not forgotten
as we cry out on our knees: 
You.
Now.
Please?
She asks:
 Who's hungry?
 Who's thirsty?
 Who feels worthless?
Each word that flows from ageless lips
a kiss in the dark
and a melody in the silence.
Healing rises in her wings
as we are invited to soar as eagles beneath
'There is hope' She whispers weightily into the vacuum. 
'There is hope' and it rises in my nostrils as a whiff of courage.
'There is hope' and I see it as a glint of the sun rising upon the horizon.
'There is hope' and I taste it as a victorious brew on my lips.


Details | Free verse | |

Just A Dream

Still cannot 
wrap my mind
all around
all alone

Where would I  
even start 
to describe 
what I’ve known?

No life left 
so breathless 
all used up 
all worn down

How it is
Is how it was
And how it will always be. 


If I could see
what it would
have been like
to find you....

I’d have traded every wish
and said they all came true 

Please heart, quick!!
Please, please heal!!!
Please let me feel again!!!

He’ll never know
how empty
he will be 
without you. 

In the end
He’ll remain 
what he’s been
this whole time

Just a dream, 
just my prayer, 
just not mine


Details | I do not know? | |

Work

Animated sleep, working through your last shift,
wishing for a peace that will let you slumber.
But, there is that next thing to do – make it a life or death situation of importance.
Eyes easy, but heart rate beating in your head.

Awake readying yourself for the grooming dash,
joints move slowly as you wash your face.
The bed is calling your name, 
offering you sanctuary.

Break fast – gulp!

Keys, wallet, phone, bag.

Now you are on your way 
to enjoy another enthralling day,
at a place where you spend 
the vastness of your young, fit, adult life.

This place you go to, to pay the bills;
leave to go to the pub, to get your thrills.
But then talk about work, 
so you drink ‘til it hurts!

Animated sleep working through your last shift,
wishing for a peace that will let you slumber.
But, there is that next thing to do – make it a life or death situation of importance.
Eyes easy, but heart rate beating in your head.

I resign from my post.


Details | Romanticism | |

By a running stream

by a running stream of  fables and dreams
firefly beams
its not always what it seem
bewildered bejoyed
caught in a void walk with me to the stream you'll see
everything that lives and breathes
god gave to you and me
he neslted me here with you
down the stream washed away my blue
your eyes gaze lost in the haze
stay
your lips whisper my way
Love I say
thanking god for you each day
If I should be lost somehow
im not long nor far
maybe wishing on a star 
Near a running stream
is where I'll be
overthere above and beyond
pass the lily pond 
hearing an angel song
the sunlights gleam
is a fairys dream
overthere by a running stream,
 near a waterfall , where daffodills grow
palm trees flow
this place yours you know
but never go
come dont hesitate 
if you come don't be late
no, not by the lake
foregoodness sake
forever I wait
you know the place just in case
you came too late god couldnt wait
but when its time, me you'll find
holding the key
a fairytale scene
ontime or late
over here by heavensgate
fate
 



Details | I do not know? | |

Violence Has Taken Over

Everywhere we turn in this world is about violence and gangs,
Everyone thinking they are cool because they can hang,
Until one day someone gets shot,
And no one gets caught,
Police don’t give a care,
Every night I have to say a prayer,
Begging God to let me live through the day,
Jumping out of harms way,
Living in the hood,
Seems all good,
But people don’t understand what goes on,
People hoping to wake up to the first light of dawn,
But only to go back to the streets,
Only to show off their heat,
No one seeking peace up in here,
You have kids drinking beer,
People doing drugs,
Acting cool, because they think they’re a thug,
This may seem like a bother,
But I’m always going to my father,
Seeking Gods way,
Just so I can hopefully stay,
Trying so hard to stay out of trouble,
Waking up to a neighborhood in rubble,
Noticing how gangs have taken over,
Picking up a lucky clover,
Wishing to keep my life for one day,
When I saw my friend laid to rest,
I made a vow to do the best,
When I saw my friend get shot in the head,
Wishing I would never drop dead,
Maybe some day the violence will end,
Only if we can stop the violent trends……….


Details | Ballad | |

The War Part 3

EVENING

Corpses and torsos lay on the disvirgined field, some have lances on there 
heads
Some bayonets on their hearts, some sabers in their stomachs.
Blood flowed like water. Lucky ones groans
But they are killed by the other wounded enemies
The cloud turns red. More still to go.

They wait for whom to attack first, the opposites did
They never touched their artilleries when their bombardiers did
Guns danced in the air, hands up, heads up, mouths up all down.
Their artillery returned fire, the same happened
The opposite had more arms, the killed more.

It was now time for the royal armies.
Each sides commanded by the Field Marshals.
White horses took to the fronts the whole army at the back
Seeing their Field Marshal’s Very Light the horses moved
The clashed was not ordinary. It was spiritual.

Heads rolled in the air legs and arms dance alone
For an hour the war came to its peak.
Artilleries were fired, square where made
And the cavalry moved like stampedes
The war was now disorganized swords were drawn.

Swordsmen reined while musketeers failed
Ten thousand men all dead of a course side will have to win
It was only a difference of hundred men. 
The reason for war?
A princess who is now married to a charming peasant.


Details | Free verse | |

34

I
Silence
the most deadly poison of all
The sin i play with when i'm alone
   II
A piercing scream
echoes throughout the night
Another time, it is mine
screaming at the top of my lungs
but nothing comes out
just a strangled cry

Throat closes up
cold, bony hands clasp my neck
air stops
can't breath
can't move
nor think
vision growing dim
growing black
cold motionless
trying to break free
but fail
   III
white and black keys
a simple way
to express my mind
soothe my nerves
one of the few places
where i belong
   IV
What are you looking at?
you see the scars?
never had the blade rule your perfect life
everything was handed to you on a spotless silver platter
But everyones not like you
perfect; that gift
Why are you looking at me?
Never seen anybody like me?
so low
had to fight and bleed
to get where i am
and even now it is nothing
never was and never will be
anything
(always) an outsider (outcast)
an emo (depression)
(hear) voices (Hello I'm Back)
She isn't pain right now
She is inspiration
my words that flow from the pens black ink
She paints the picture in my head
Both good and dark
but she seems a friend
this spirit in my head
this being
she's nicer
nor causing any pain
no fresh self inflicted wounds
   V
my love
my life
my every tear
i shed for thee
i long for thee
wish your presence
was by my side

my heart is icing over
needing your warmth
to chase the chill away


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Never---------is the right time Exit------stage left

From tots barely walking unaware of life’s fears.
To the rich in spirit and full of years.
A bright torch, now extinguished……results in tears.

For blood, friends, and neighbors raw unchecked emotions surface……love, guilt, hate, anger…it’s a varied toss.

Realizing you will never contact, hear, or see your loved one again, only deepens the emotional loss.

Do what you gotta do, to make it through.

Forgive yourself….if need be seek professional help, beats wearing a strait jacket long sleeved.

To the living of dearly departed matriarchs, mothers, women rest assured; “A lady always knows when to leave”…..


Details | Free verse | |

Haiku with Media

Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
…
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
…
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
…
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV 
…
Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
…
Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
…
Reports, articles, statistics and surveys 
Core contents of the daily news papers 
2 page news, rest advertisements.
…
New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled 
…
Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
…
FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded  
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.
…

28.29/04/10


Details | Rhyme | |

The dull green light

Amongst the bark of trees 
there shines a light
a light not bright
yet still illuminates the night
dull, green and spherical it floats
within the forest
it appears to gloat
it's maniacal grin spreads
and causes unrest
but yet brings comfort
to souls lost

The green gradually fades
and a new shade is seen
the shade of red.

It's shape contorts and twists
becomes enraged and unreliable
the light is not definable
by human nor god
it rises and sits aloft the trees
as if it is defining itself
a greater being
a power unseen
the light pulses, jolts and flashes
suddenly implodes and turns to ashes

The dull green light never was and never will be.
 


Details | Senryu | |

Renewal's first watch

Before honor is                                                                                                    Humbly sleeping   				                                             Waiting like the eagle


Details | Free verse | |

Earth, Wind, Fire, Blood

Match
spark
fire
burn.

Knife
sharp
slice
learn.

Pain
anger
scream
hurt.

Love
joy
embrace
earth..


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Is Wilting

The spring is wilting, it's leaves of veins slit red and makeshift graves where truth once layed upon a bed of roses.   

Those roses whose shoots once rose, through ashes of adversity now show no signs that the roots are even there; the blood has drowned it everywhere.

The petals are burning through the smog, which strangles voices in it's fog; the vegetation doesn't grow, it bellows in pain as the rockets rain another day.

The spring is wilting, the summer's doubtful if it comes. All time is ending; and no ears can hear a sound.  The fires suffocate it all.

The glimmer of truth still skies the hope but still the peasants die;  there isn't time to mourn their passing for here come yet more rockets from the sky.

Will there ever be a summer?

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

To the martyrs and innocents killed in Libya, Syria and Bahrain. Let us pray your deaths were not in vain and that the world will see a summer come again.


Details | Rhyme | |

Death Is Peace

Death brings peace to depressed souls
Like steam from a bowl
Soothing a stuffy nose
On a cold winter night
When ??re tired of a fight

Death brings clarity to confused minds
Like stars in a sky
Twinkling in an eye
Of those looking for a peace
In a world so mean

Death erases thoughts
Of a dream fought
Etched in a heart
Burning in desire
Wilted by life fire


Details | Ballade | |

A War Part 1

DAWN

Disagreement the reason of the war
Day, place and time is set
Arrangements begins. Arsenals are emptied
Recruitment had finished, training almost done
The day comes, marching begins

In a very orderly manner, the two opposite sides
Line up on the far ends of the virgin field
For some hours, some marchings are done at both sides
News and strategies are being spread by scout men
When everything is set the war is set.

Commandant Generals of both sides
On their horses meet at the middle of the fertile field
The favorite side ask his enemy to surrender
The enemy refuses, the generals moves 
Back to the top of the hills to give supreme orders.

Artilleries are loaded, infantry fix their bayonets
Squadrons check their lances and sabers
Common soldiers fear for their lives
Sergeants suppress their fears ready to act on orders.
Brigadiers, colonels, and captains ready to give order.

Signals are given, “fire!” Artilleries twenty at once, vomit deaths
They land, they uproot they fertile soil. Guns in the air,
Hands up, heads up mouths up all down. Voices of agony were heard.
After two rounds, the opposite withdraw not retreat
Thinking they did they move forward, the opposite attack


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting...

Waiting... By: Candice 


He listens in the dark at the warfare in the distance.

With each passing day his heart grows colder.

His passion for violence grows immensely

and the remnants of his " once was life" are no longer fresh in his mind.

Gunfire and roadside bombs were now a part of his everyday life.

He''d give anything to be at home, warming a bottle for a midnight feeding,

or preparing to change a diaper who had been a victim of a disastrous explosion.

He smiles to himself thinking of his new baby boy

and prays to God that he will return home safely to hold the precious miracle of life

that he had not yet laid eyes or hands on.

He tightly closes his eyes to hold back the threat of oncoming tears.

Images of a deadly blast just days before crowd his mind,

He begins to weep.

This war torn life would affect him for all eternity.

He was in fact, a victim of war.

He would never know another restful night.

Rest doesn''t come easy for a man who has seen men blown to pieces by bombs and lifeless
on the terrain.

However the disaster of a lost life somehow brings him strength to drudge through another day.

He takes out the crumpled birth announcement.,

reads the print and gently tucks it away.

He had never known such an emptiness.

Everyday he waits.

For what he is not sure.

He just prays in the end, it will have been worth it.


Details | Free verse | |

Abundant Touch

blood, sweat, and tears
nailed to a cross
crown full of thorns
your life was lost
for me, a worthless sinner
for me
a new beginning
I leave the past where it remains
I've been transformed
I've been restored
condemned no more
I wear the chains no more
I am free


Details | Rhyme | |

Grandfather Clocks

Life and Death
All comes down to time
Like Grandfather clocks on walls
the constant struggle to survive

Pushing old gears
that have nearly worn out
Turning hands of time
that have never timed out

But a grandfather clock
looks forward to something
struggle no more , and quit's
and finds it's final resting

No more pushing of worn out gears
the gears that have ran 
for a many of years
But no one ever cry's or even sheds a tear
because they lived a life
 Full of so many years

These Grandfather Clocks
they've seen what life has to offer
and death due to time
that's why there a Grandfather

But all through the years
they've did there very best
that's why time is essential
When it comes to Life and Death


Details | Blank verse | |

RISEN

                                 The River flows to Your Oceans...
                              The Mountains risen without Notion.
                               The Sunlight in My Eyes';burning...
                                The Ground motionless;not turning.
                                  I walk,I stand,I sit,and still...
                             I can capture A bird flying at will. 
                                  I hear You;but You can't hear Me no longer...
                              The moon still out by light;imprisoned.
                           Then at that Moment.I too become Risen.


Details | Free verse | |

I Go

This moment expands,
stretching out beyond my knowing.
Hands hold my head as
tears touch me.
I comfort you in your grief,
smile gently to ease your loss,
and do not speak of the pain that
rends us.

Alone now, the cool breeze
lifts me and I go.
I do not cast my mind back to
what was, nor ahead to what
could be.

This moment expands,
stretching out beyond my knowing.


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Lennon

Like Jesus before you
peace was your dream,
like Mohammad of old,
a brotherhood of man.

Though your intentions were good
they just never understood,
never learned lessons from the past,
blinded were they with confusion.

One late New York night it happened,
a shot rang out and did you in;
the dream's over, rock & roll man,
and violence triumphed in the end.

That night my heart lay bleeding
'cause I just lost a friend,
goodbye to you, rock & roll man,
it's so nice knowing you.


Details | Ode | |

Away From Home, But on My Way Home

I am on a journey
I have been for quite awhile
I know not how much further I must go

But I know the destination;
it is to be enriched by every life I meet on the way
and to enrich every life that grace mine on the way

So I must stop, 
to smell every rose,
to cheer every heart

Though the way may be fraught
with fog and tempest,
I have no fear and I am not lost
I still remember the way home
and I am fond of home
It is a place of eternal life
It is a house of endless love,
a house of peace, 
a house of joy 

In my home, 
there's always laughter,
hearts never break, 
smiles never fade, 
spirit and flesh never frail
fear is never around, 
friends never leave,
loved ones never die, 
no sad farewells there

I will go home, 
when my journey comes to its end
To my father’s house will I go
To the house of endless love, peace, and joy,
will I return

Into the waiting loving arms of my father; 
into the warm happy embrace of friends and loved ones,
who had been on the journey and gone home before me, 
eagerly awaiting my return

To my home, to my father’s house,
of endless love, peace, and joy, 
will I return

The day of my return, I know not,
but when it comes, I will know,
for my father will call me home,
When he calls, I will hear 
I will answer his call
I will run to my father
I will be home

(Dedicated to Merl Butler)


Details | Lyric | |

Call Off

    Call off our Troops,
    they don't have a
    clue on the real
    scoop; because
    the President has
    them jumping thru
    invisible loops.

    Call off our men in
    green, death is the
    only thing they've
    seen; and only to be
    used as the President's
    personal killing Machine.

    Call off this W.A.R, we've
    been misled and we're
    not sure what it's for any
    more; but from the way 
    things are looking I would
    say," That President Bush
    Just Wanted To Settle A
    Personal Score."


Details | Narrative | |

Mourning by Kenneth Morales 8th grade

At a graveyard, looking down at
the grave. In deep emotional pain.
Hoping that, that one person is in
a better place. Last few weeks
for her have been hell. But everybody
gave her a blessing and 
then she passed away. Now she's 
with God, looking down on me.

Love you grandma.


Details | Senryu | |

Ottawa Treaty

Infestation of Anti-personnel land mines Rwanda declared free On 2 December 2009, Rwanda became the first country to be declared free of landmines. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Hushed To Silence

Hushed to silence the city sleeps
The calming of hatred and angry eyes
In the plains of Heaven angels weep
For lives of untold lies
In which the city cries.
   Tis the soul that warms the night
Where love does not despair
On wings of serenity held in flight
To the castle in the air
For enchanted evening prayer.
   Blessed are they, the souls of Man
The eyes of steady dripping
A feast awaits in timely plan
With heart shaped glasses for sipping
Where loveliness is gripping.
   The earth below in turmoiled smoke
A death of kingly sin
The broken table of Shumard Oak
His shattered setting of Chateaubriand Marchand De Vin
The war subsided within.
   To Heaven rise the innocents
Where peace and love reside
With cries of song in laments
Those souls now cast aside
The rule of Jehovah applied.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     September 21, 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

In the Darkness

The fire dies, the world stop spinning,
I feel alone, my heart abandoned,
There's nothing else to love,
There's nothing else to trust,
Everything in the world is now collapsing.

Now that I'm in the darkness,
No one can save me, just let me rot here,
Dreams crashing, hearts breaking,
I'm now dead and can't break free.

Leave me alone,
Leave me where I belong,
In the darkness is now my new home.
No stars, no moon,no sun,
I'm staying right here,
Right in the darkness.


Details | I do not know? | |

Outcome of War

Look at the hands of the boy
He held's a gun not a toy 
Look where he played
Full of bullets and granades
Tell whats his games 
Find a victim and then aim
Look what he just did
Pulled the trigger and killed a kid
Some stood up and stared 
Like none ever cared
Its normal they say
In this cruel war today


Details | Rhyme | |

Hiroshima.Nagasaki 2

( Lyrics by Queen )
Teo torriatte konomama iko
Aisuruhito yo
Shizukana yoi nir> Hikario tomoshi
Itoshiki oshieo idaki

Let us cling together as the years go by
Oh my love, my love
In the quiet of the night
Let our candle always burn
Let us never lose the lessons we have learned

Are our lessons learnt, time will tell
Berlin Wall, barriers fell
Is it a start, or a start to come
Is this race always on the run
We need to look, and look around
No more we hear that whisltling sound
Its seems to be a more silent kill
Typical Human, in its typical will


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Euphemism

Euphemisms collateral damage 
children died and you smiled
at the flashes of light
bombs make at night
casualties counted  
casualties filed
television is making us numb
its sound we march to like a drum




Details | Rhyme | |

Memories

When my work on earth is through,
I will travel somewhere new.
I will not be far away,
In your heart I’ll always stay.

There will be good times and bad,
But try hard not to be sad.
Happiness comes from within,
A new life set to begin.

The “firsts” are hardest of all,
The “signs” I send may be small.
A noise, a ring, or feeling,
I can’t be too revealing.

Just always know that I’m near,
And that you don’t have to fear.
Someday we’ll be together,
And that will last forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Another Day

So she disembarks and disengages, -1
People try to read her like a book,
But she’s missing pages,
No one even noticed her gone for ages,
So her mind just rages on,
No one ever knowing she’s gone,
To him it’s just another one of her cons,
But he decides to linger on anyway,
Doesn’t want to be another statistical runaway,
Yet, he still can’t ignore what the people say,
Their words of hate that scar and fray,
So he does is best not to stray,
And remember what his mother used to say,
Another time, another day,
Another place, another way…

1- First line is from "Death of a Martian" by Red Hot Chili Peppers


Details | Rhyme | |

Rapture

Oh day of promised rapture from final resting place,

The first desire of heart to see my Savior’s face!


The beckoning of trumpet will pierce the Eastern skies,

I yearn so much to greet him and behold him with mine eyes!


Shall I awake in dew clad morn or velvet star-lit night,

Anticipating robe and crown and wings of silver bright!


Enduring grace, sweet love divine did span thou earth’s creation,

Great Son of God who lived to die for sinners soul salvation!


I long to hold thy nail scarred hand and kiss your thorn pricked brow,

Though birthed in sin he snatched me from Hell’s fiery bowel!


Twas stately mansions glistening in heaven’s glory gleam,

Their beauty was astounding as nought I’d ever seen.


The prophets were conversing of ancient days of old,

While children laughed and played on shining streets of gold.


A reunion day is coming dear loved ones and missed friends,

Where we’ll always be together and time shall never end!


Nor tear did dim an eye, and daily cares were gone,

Thousands gathered there to join in angels’ song!


Hallelujah to the Highest, holy praises we did sing,

To lift our voices as one to Christ, The Mighty King!


Details | Pastoral | |

Peace

When your most cherished object is removed ,
And your life's light seems  to go out,
When disappointments dodge your steps,
And your schemes fail through;

          Remember the word that says,
          My peace I give to you,
          not as the world gives 
          that your joy may be full.

When your labours bring in no reward,
Learn to bow your head to say,
Your love is better than wine,
Don't stop short of this blessed experience.

           Remember.....................

The Holy Spirit, the true wine of life;
Drops into your heart these words,
From God's very throne of grace,
And distills an infinite peace.

            REmember.....................


Details | Free verse | |

War

Mothers screaming
Daughters watching
Fathers leaving
Brothers waiting

And for all the things we do 
Nothing is accomplished
And when you think about it
All we do is kill

From straight lines
And single shot rifles
To hiding in bushes 
Waiting for the enemy to go by

We become more aggressive
In unholy acts of power
For Power, Wealth
Superiority, and Revenge

Now Its high powered rifles
Anything goes and the past is forgotten
We watch the casualties mount
But we can't stop the flow

Only one group suffers 
Through all of this
It's not the government
The men or the enemy

The only group that suffers 
Are the ones screaming
And the ones
That watch


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost Alone

Searching through the trees for a sign of some life.
Lost within a place that brings my heart some strife.
Yesterday i was sitting on a beach somewhere in spain
today i sit in a cave hiding from the rain.
Plane crash; Smoke and fire screaming.
Inside, it felt like i was dreaming.
Can i have been the only lucky one?
I thought living alone would be fun.
But it is scary not knowing where you are.
the dead lie scattered; I don't know who they are!
No one will ever find me.
No one even knows i am here.
I must keep my head to survive
and pray to stifle all the fear.
I am a survivor and i will make it through.
One day i will find my way back home to you!


Details | Free verse | |

Broken hearts

Love deceives
when it comes to family
It falters
just as Autumn wind hits trees

Leaves fall
just as tears begin to roll
down cheeks
Barriers appear we meet a wall

Words played
battle as we disagreed
Unfaultering
both stood firm decisions made

Battle grounds
Left, dark, dank, pools we cried
Half dead
we split. No longer passion found.


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I Love You

I love you,
may God and his Son give you the peace you need.
I love you,
may you find tranquility in the Pure Lands with all the Buddhas and Bodhisattva's.
I love you,
may you find happiness in your friends and family.
I love you,
may a single tear that rolls down my cheek washes away all of your pain and fears.
I love you,
may our time together always be bright sunny days.


Details | Acrostic | |

The Cross

T	he symbol of suffering, shame, disdain
H	is emaciated body for hours remained
E	ternal love came and paid the ransom 

C	hrist Jesus, God incarnate, as man He came and chose to die
R	ighteous holy, He lived among men, healing and giving abundant life  
O	verturned an evil plan forever that would keep man enslaved
S	et in motion to completion the solitary act ensuring man’s redemption
S	alvation, freedom is now assured for all who believe and repent!

A collaboration-Audrey Carey & #0459587 Jimmy M. Anderson


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post trauma

in the aftermath of global awakening
rotting limbs litter the barren landscape
festering corpses piled high as far as the eye could see.
the dying earth weeps tears of crimson
as the oceans turn from sapphire to ruby with the blood of a species of sin.
no man stands to walk upon her face once more
as the blinding light of truth has obliterated the entire population of forsaken fools.
cretins whom having their lives decided for them were unable to cope
when the empire they built their world around tumbled in upon itself.


Details | I do not know? | |

golden age

golden flecks and reflected light

float slowly to the base

caught in hands reaching high

and splash against my face

painting my skin a golder tint

washing cares away

i give them my time to spend

and lay down in their grave


Details | Monorhyme | |

why?

why did you have to die?!
i can't believe i didn't cry!
you, that padded coffin, i want it a lie!
i managed to bring myself to sigh.
at least i had that one day for goodbye.


Details | I do not know? | |

"Agony Rains"

Here's the story of a lonely girl, whose life is lost in a world so sad it seems 
unreal. People keep hating, left & right-not even knowing the deal & whats for 
real...Her name's almost always in someone elses mouth- obviously tasteful & 
of great appeal. Do they ever think to ask her how she just might feel?
Do they care that she may be one of the only ones left who is REAL?
Wonder if they stop to think that shes got wounds that just won't heal? 
The bruises might go away with time, & the blue of her pain, just might fade.
But the scar that is left behind, is forever embedded deep in her mind;
Always there to remind her, that more often than not, she was once deeply
torn, sliced through to her Soul- & cut with the sharpest blade....
She screams to the man above, because her life was a life he made.
The mistakes she made all by herself- even though shes only human,
she wonders if her dues will ever be paid...
And who can she stick in the chest? 
Thrusting hard, slicing through thier poor excuse of a heart?
Causing them only Raw Pain? And has the girl finally gone insane? 
Or is she simply left lost, blindly searching through the mist of her freaking Pain?
She wonders how others survive this mean & agonizing GAME-
Its GOOD 'VS' EVIL- Played by God & Lucifer- 
& she wonders if she makes it, if she'll ever be the same. 
And it's her Soul they're fighting for- she's fallen pawn to thier battling.
And what exactly was it that she thought she'd find there?
What was it she thought she might gain?
She's jokenly said, all she wanted from life was PEACE & HARMONY in a world 
that's filled with too much pain...
And from her eyes her Agony Rains...
It falls in drops, streaming slowly down her face...
Shes tired of the way they torment her-She wants to be dropped out of thier Race. 
But she's being ripped, torn in two. Her Soul's on the line...
She wonders about her God's saving grace.
Because if he loved her & treasured her life,
 why would he leave her so alone in this SPACE?
A place that no longer makes her eyes shine or erases the pain from her face...


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Temple of Ares

I watched the endless procession of stalwart youth, resplendent in their panoply gathered, a 
steelly passion filling resolute gait.
And I asked of them, "To what place does such noble assemblage march?"
"To the Temple of Ares, and Glory's Gate, to burn of names in Honor's book 
That they may be reverenced by heroes," said they.

A thousand sundry banners danced in the morning breeze,
And the sun this day was no more radiant than hard Youth's gaze which beheld it.
Then, an eagle, portentious? burst forth from the sky's vast vault to augur their triumph!
But they could not see his tired tear, so far the distance...

And soon, unleashed, the gods of carnage with ghastly abandon sang their drunken 
Practiced hymn-
Of young hearts cleft by musket or spear, "Oh, let swords, lusting, rage,
And thirsting deeply drink
As the glory of kings  is yet again
By the blood of children authored.

Then walked I 'mongst the torn and sacred dead
Through a sea of gore and Glory served...and
Came upon a writhing form whom playful Death had not full claimed
As charred lips mouthed their sad entreating:
"Grant me, sir, some kind embrace,  and a hand not raised in wrath-
for now I die, all dreams undone, as forlorn seas strong beckon."

And then, another broken form lied grasping a comrade's dead limp hand
Whose emptied eyes now stared afixed upon some nameless moment of Eternity,
Lifeless, cold, and  sad, unknowing the touch of the lover's dying kiss
Collapsing, still, and quiet atop him...

A father stooped to lift the head of his precious shattered boy, 
As with Grief's awkward tenderness his fine locks stroked, 
And hoped some life to thereby confer...

And a crescendoing rumble filled the valley. For Ares laughed.

Then I saw a spectral legion and asked of their shadowed ranks-"Where do you march, of
Withered souls?"
"To the House of Death and Tears...alas, to Death and tears."
Behind them not too much afar, with the clamouring of bugles and the thunder of drums rose 
once more the strident cry:"To Glory's Gate!" as in witness the Dead sighed and Ares bellowed 
in his mirth...


Details | Elegy | |

Living in the Light

Wake up from your deep slumber,
my sleeping beauty.

How peaceful you look
with roses in your hands,
no longer suffering
no longer in pain,
laying there in your stillness.

Into the bright light of the tunnel,
to meet with your loved ones.

You shall travel beyond the stars,
to the highest power of your being.

I will think of you always,
you will never leave my mind.

The warmth of your love
will guide me to carry on,
in your memory.

Wake up from your deep slumber
my sleeping beauty,
no longer suffering
no longer in pain
laying in your stillness,
still breathing.


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between tick and tock

I am here
then gone 
there
somewhere
nowhere
in a split second

a short duration of time 
that seems beyond time 
like the duration of time it takes 
a bouncing ball
at the very very top of the bounce
to start descent 

no more tricks or treats for me
no more ticks or tocks 
but me 
caught floating 
for one very very long duration of time
between tick and tock


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One Wish

Love & Miss You
Just Wanna Be With You
The man I always wanted to be 
But yet you were just a kid
A kid with a vision,
A Vision for greatness
Always had an open mind,
& To Everyone You Were Kind
You Could See, 
Who it was you wanted to be
I always looked up to you,
Even though we werent as close as I would of wished
There was just something about you, 
Something I never knew
Never understood til now
But You always stayed true
Now Im Not Only Living For Me
I Feel Like This Life Is Also For You
You Are Extremely Missed
& If I Had One Last Wish
I'd Wish For You!!


Details | Quatrain | |

STANDING ON HIS ROCK

One never realizes where inspiration comes from,
I found mine while strolling along...
a land with beautiful landscapes
that wouldn't let dreams escape.
 

One isn't born a poet, it's a revelation of fateful events 
that are analyzed by an inner feeling...
so immensely simplistic and revealing,
absorbing the essence of prudence. 


Some dissident strongly pointed out the strange isolation of an intellectual,
being estranged from real people who are more amicable...
how would he know how desolation confines
that soul in search of a serenity redeemed by prize?


Not living on the edge, but tasting the richness of slowness,
which controls the pace of the footsteps,
always keeping them in the right track...
how could peaceful thoughts trigger a violent death?


Thrilled to admire a head full of white hair, when that time arrives,
and reading names on limestone graves, 
deepens my comprehension...
comparing their age to mine.


Walking in the true faith, seeing the wonders and the miracles,
and that fervent faith will make me walk 
in the spirit for a testimony to all believers...
and as a follower of Christ, I stand on His rock.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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A Poet's World

This poem is about the life and feelings of a poet/poetess.



In a poet's world there is heaven and hell,
and many stories to tell.
There are mysteries to solve and codes to unravel,
many roads to travel.
There are confessions of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Storms of rejection, dejection, and sorrow.
Reflections of love, marriage, and romance.
Expressions of flamboyance and dance.

In a poet's world there is music of rhythm and verse,
imaginations of all things on earth.
Songs, sonnets, lyrics, and beats,
gardens of flowers and of trees.
There are times of drama, prose, and learning.
A constant desire burning.
Laughter and tears and feelings of fear, all in a poet's world.
There are influences to work, criticism and hurt.
Achievement and goal, warmth and cold,
visions of life and death, 
and times to be quiet.

In a poet's world there is religion, science, and belief,
faith, hope, war, and peace.
Emotions of anger and tempers that rage,
many characters on stage.

In a poet's world there are promises and dreams,
nightmares and screams,
humbleness, happiness, and philosophy,
a lifetime of writing for infinity.
It's an angel who speaks to the poet's soul,
to tell the world all his heart holds.


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"Dead Spirit Walking"

"Dead Spirit Walking" 

The currents in the sea...
ripples its way to be free...

The wind blows across the mirrored blue sky..
The sun goes down signaling its last goodbye...

The lesser light appears taking its place...
The greater one could no longer be traced...

The restless spirit walks disturbing the peace all around...
Everything grows quiet, there isn't a sound..

The spirit fights a turmoil from within...
Turmoil fighting peace; neither “wills” bend…

The soul decides whether to live or die...
Searching for a reason and why...

Inner peace the restless spirit seeks...
Life seems so lonely and so bleak...

The carvings of life are etched in...
Past, present memories are carried by the sea and wind....

Never to be revealed to all the days that follow...
Footprints at the edge of the sea, the sand now swallow...

The brooding sea ripples up angry waves...
Revealing that one more life would not be saved…..


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Until The Moon Melts

Liquid light formation floating in my hair upside down seaside I dreampt of your eyes filling my stare streaks of ribbon helium balloon's surrounds the shoreline in a sacred cocoon the gathering of when the sky falls we all take our place the moon melts in my hands the stars fall into your face becoming one the elements ignite the tide pulling at me I’m drawn to the night we dance in slow motion chanting to the universe swaying with the rhythm of a monsters eyelash short stories growing and we sneak into the past time won’t determine where love is taken mistaken dreams pleasantly forsaken a basket case bouquet flares of reds and gray destroying mars hearts igniting stars we race to the end of the world each one falling another soul filled with longing to it’s rightful place our hearts as our torch filling the world cracked and chipped break and bend we dig right in to the core of the earth mixing emotions in a Dixie cup pass it around we all drink it up a pinch of your hate a burden of killing the boss sweet aroma of percolating loss strongest ingredient still tastes of love I take my place as the moon where it chose I be you are the star shining your glory next to me for 1,000 years this is where I will be next time they promised; I could come back as the sea


Details | I do not know? | |

Death wonders

For the last couple of days
Pope John Paul the Second
Has laid down
Across the covers of the newspapers
And his body comes away on the hands of public opinion

Death wonders
About Arafat’s passing away
And Sharon
At history
Throws stones


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Happier Place

Standing alone 
On that cliff top 
In the pouring rain 
Alone with my thoughts 
Watching the sea 
Jump up at me 
Its waving hands 
Seeming to grasp for me 
I walk and lean over the edge 
Only for the hands to grow longer 
Yearning 
Calling for me 
And as I step away 
A mournful howl 
And cries of how much better it would be 
If I were dead 
No cares no worries 
No friends no pain 
Everyone peaceful 
Resting alone 
And I stop and turn 
Run fast towards the edge 
and the mournful calls 
Turn into gleeful yells 
Encouraging me 
To fly
Spread out my wings and fly 
Insurances of you can do it 
And I do it 
I fly away 
Away forever and the dark swallows me 
The grasping hands now hold me down 
I can see the light 
The day and the sun shines 
Now that I’m gone it shines 
Brighter that any other day 
And I smile in myself 
No longer struggling 
Being cradled in the arms of the sea 
Held under and carried away 
Knowing I’ve left home 
A happier place. 


Note: I wrote this a very long time ago now...


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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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Butterfly

Once again my tears have fallen.
But not for someone else.
They fall silently and inward
Only for myself.

It’s ok this time 
That my tears are for me.
I trust myself,
Just this once.

Tears of retribution
Of anger and utter joy.
My life in peaceful turmoil.
Love and pain in chaotic harmony.

Just for a change
I can be strong enough to change.
Change my heart 
And all my life.

Peaceful and complete
In hope and dismay.
My feet firmly planted 
In the Rock in which I anchor.

Just like a caterpillar,
I am curled up
Unready to break through
Into the world.

One day when my heart’s complete.
My wings will unfold
And I a beautiful butterfly
Will grace the world.

A short time I will live.
Until the old becomes cocooned.
A new life at rebirth,
A new coat of colours to show.

With my new life I will strive
To change my heart and my soul.
Beauty shall be my end product
In power will my beauty be displayed.



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Child With a Sword

Immaculate Son
Sent for division, not peace
Giving His sentence,

He is not guilty.
But as blood drips from his blade,
He cries out for life.


Details | Free verse | |

Found You

Freedom the cast of the greatest shadow
beacon light empty from my soul
i hope and pray for a better life
i rise from the dark and desolated valley
flames withering my crippled palace
sadly crying for help
solid bitterness forever
sunlit dreams ever so beautiful
faith
destiny
nothing at all
justice 
freedom
lonely lives
ill brake through the chains
refuse night
midst whirl winds
honoring justice
vast oceans
i sit in my palace
blowing off steam
honoring justice ever so mean
work together and join hands
shameful despair 
hallowed daybreak
the tast of night
rolls down like waters
breaking through the hallowed hole
of my honored soul...


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Letter To The Villain (...in memory of the Sept.11 victims)

Dear villain
Peace be unto your restless soul
Filled with terror and insanity
Which does't care to know 
What it sows to shake-up reality

Why lurk do you behind the veil
From which you throw 
Your fiery darts of hell
At unarmed and harmless souls

Wake up from you crafty slumber
You've got to wake up O! villain
 And count the souls O! dreamer
Which you've slain

I can hear an innocent blood 
Crying a doom on you
Surely, villain a time of reward 
Shall come to uncover the veil o'er you

Souls wither
At the thought of you and your action
Which is all 'bout 
Aiming powers through the innocent on motion

O! vilain
How dare you fight peace 
With threats of war?
You can ne'er walk with ease
'Cause e'en your scent depicts an eyesore

Who told you that problems 
Can be solved wiht problems?
O! villain
Wake up O! dreamer
The World is already at your doorstep
To pick you up e'en in your slumber

Howe'er may the numerous souls 
Which you have languished 
Be granted an eternal rest 
But the peace which you try to lynch
Wlli continue to reign in its vest


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A Meditation

I have lived a long and happy life
With many friends and lovers too
And now I only cleave to you
And I am tired with all this strife

I would seek peace of mind
with all desires left far behind;
But I am confused by my desire.
It clouds my vision as smoke before a fire.

Desire takes so many forms
And like the burning fire which warms
Cannot ever find satisfaction
As all that’s in its path meets only destruction


There has to be a way
of removing  all desire
and so achieving peace.
Is death the only option?

I am distraught. This cannot be
‘Seek My path’ says He
who is eternal, alpha and omega.
He says ‘ I am your Lord Dispater


I am the God of all creation
Bow down before me
For you are free
Let me feel your exaltation

Fear not death
they see you not before your birth
And after death invisible again
You are seen between two unseens
why in this truth find sorrow

Embrace the peace of death my son
All sorrows left
Desire is conquered
No more strife.’

No and again No! I have defined
I’ll not accept this so called god, primitive
He is but a product of my mind
My life is mine and I choose to live







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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Free verse | |

Humming Bird Dreams

I smile as it seems to be,
 The wind came to play with me.
 For i lay in bed,
 Ill for what seems like forever.
 I cannot move or dance myself,
 So the wind and my dreams dance together.
 I watch as the humming birds made of lace,
 come alive before my eyes.
 I love to watch the sweet caress,
 Of the lacy blinds against the open glass.
 I love to watch as my dreams take me,
 Dancing me out my small window
 To the open land and tall trees,
 To the light in the skies,
 And the smell of the seas.
 I laugh as i slip away into my dreams,
 Now i can dance for myself.

-ARI


Details | Elegy | |

Fearless

Fearless  i go running in the night
barefoot on rich damp soil
stretching out my arms
in a cool wild flight
trees, they whisper in my ear_

dark wind on cold bare flesh i’m running 
hot face, heart pounds 
i feel the pull of a thousand years, 
and the way things used to be
and then, i hear the call

you are here
the time is now
and all things are as they are
the time is now
and you are here
all things are all things
and, all is meant to be

flight faster than thought in this light moon night 
as i slip between the bars
and i breathe the finest breath
homosapiens erect
moving, silently through the stars

you are here 
all things are meant to be 
the time is now
and all things are as they are


Details | Rhyme | |

Death Do Us Part

I felt all alone.
I couldn't get you out of my head.
So much has been taken from me.
Though nothing was ever the same.

All we did was fuss and fight.
Then you put out a knife.
There was blood all over the floor.
but these wounds are nothing more.

So here we are today.
Both in a sea of blood.
I've been beaten and bruised
but you have not survived.

As you lay still in your sleep.
I will be able to breath.


Details | ABC | |

Clearer Skies

My eyes immersed in the mourning as i set my spirit aflame
with the fire of regret and anguish,none can extinguish the crave
for the things once passed,the wants longed for,the end of the day
why did you go so soon?
when you kissed me,it used to be warm like a a roomful of flowers
on a warm sunday afternoon
I still remember your taste,your life,your antics and semantics..
so vital and vivid,vivacious and outrageous
laughter of joy was so contagious...
now a flower has grown and no one has known it died
every day a petal gets blown away
all forget,then remember......
You always told me why you couldnt be alone...and i know it couldnt be just another pose
people who have be hurt alot have to be a thorny rose
defending and deflecting ,all those who want to be loving and protecting
you used to be so neglecting
of anger,of hate,of lies, and of greed
except when you were taking all of me...
but now the months and years go..
and the well spring of tears flow slows...
gone is my angel...
and though others minds forget..my spirit knows..
climbing the mountain of acceptance ,to get to the peak of peace
Clearer skies,
are what we all should seek,at least.


Details | Haiku | |

I Remember

Labor Day
honoring those served
with remembrence







Tribute To
Fallen Soldiers
    R.I.P.


Details | Free verse | |

War

Dreaming of tomorrow
a world filled with no sorrow
sun shine and butterfly
stars in lovers eyes

Waking to find it all astray
your still gone today
wishing you was back in my arms 
away from the worlds harm

Over in a place so sad
just because of things to be had
will the fighting ever stop
or will we fight till all hope is lost

Why cant this war end
have we not lost enough loved ones and friends
closing in on another dark day
wishing the war would just go away


Details | Free verse | |

WHEN MEN VANQUISH MEN

Men and men are torn apart like withered roses cut from its gut,
Twain against each other to destroy and defend for yesterday's memory and 
tommorrow's dream,
Sanguine fluids on sodden hands suits the vehemence of their miasmatic souls,
Evil never ceasing to rend asunder until rare peace prevails perpetually,
Only then is the white flag raised high...

The ungarroted hearts of their unslayed passion write to fill blank pages,
The illusion of unspoken reflections tied with a yearning voice of freedom,
Unfolds a dream the tides of good will bring for the world beyond the laws of man,
While women bequest everlasting oaths and ode to the indestructible love of their
children,
Only then we are at peace just as grass fields flow with the wind...

The question of existence becomes certain on the facade of subterfuge and 
revenues of the hopeless,
Contumacious kings must configure and confide the paths of their people to 
protect and preserve,
Upon our eyes all exempt from the darkness of night, the day decides laud shall 
lead us on,
The night comes to give us rest and time to appreciate of what is now and what 
has been,
Only then to wake, rise, and see the morning sigh is the dream which has come
true...


Details | Free verse | |

What Did I Do To Deserve This { Poetry In Motion}

                                 front-page of Oklahoma news paper
                                          remembered those lost
                                             during the bombing









In Loving Memory Of
Those Lost  In
Oklahoma Bombing


Details | Narrative | |

ANYONE CAN CHANGE

Most of us are too quick to judge
not knowing anything about a person,
and distrust is the outcome of ignorance
capable of setting us apart  from civilization;
first gather the facts, not useless rage,
and the belief that anyone can change
draws ourselves to a truth so unknown...


Hear all the words they speak, use intuition;
do they convince you to continue listening,
or throw you off with idignation?
If that voice sounds too unconvincing,
and can't confirm the answers you're expecting,
come up with questions that are pungent:
transforming those ideas with a thought,
and always believe that anyone can change...


Empires have risen, giving the obsolute power
to fearless men who were made into legends;
some were deserving, but most were tyrants of unclemency,
and did shameful and cruel deeds:
torturing or killing anybody who used to dare;
are we learning something from History?


When Attila the Hun rampaged Italy,
Leo the Great...the courageous Pope,
persuaded the savage king 
not to sack the city of Rome; 
and he also believed anyone could change: 
that any heart, with all its brutality and rage,
could replace its rampant fury and grim
with human compassion and mercy...


Details | Burlesque | |

Cascade to Cadence

Once along those lines, counted your years here...

Was this then? ornate clasps solace thee,
upon its iris, all exempt from night,
Thy day decides, laud shall lead us on,

Spoken, 'tis breath already expired, exhale,
down hills, scurry curtsied runnel quips ye,
have you not Life? or does life have you knot? 

do you, not laugh the casket on blooms?
this nightmare won ye, shrouded lids lash,
await! Have I lost, its timed overt petals?

Twas darkness cascading crosswise, nay ye mask,
waterfalls, could tremble beneath tincture's awning,
Young solemn face, grows splendor for light,

So then as this was, pistils shrivel tessera's fib,
undo its pulse, a cadence true of one,
One measure at a time, one string strung tight, 

and your expression, cleft, as if said,

"If only, you can see; what I see, now."


Details | Pastoral | |

Nancy`s long journey to Heaven

Through the clouds
toward the bright light.
The gates of Heaven 
are in sight.
No more sadness
no need to roam.
No more earth
Heaven`s my "forever home."
The angelic choir sins
my favorite hymns.
Saint Peter comes over
to let me in.
I look at the
streets of gold.
in the distance God`s mansion I behold.
God calls me
he knows my name.
I`m so happy now
no more pain.
out stretched arms    he
welcomes me home.
"well done my daughter
I`m glad your home."


Details | Blank verse | |

No one suffered or was killed today

No one suffered or was killed today
No one raped or burned alive
No terrorists
No politicians
No exploitation 
No pollution
No religion
No rich and 
no poor

there is something 
nice and peaceful
about having 
No people  
living on my PLANET
all being 
elsewhere
with their baggage 
full of delusions




Details | Free verse | |

Sisters

Genetically imaged of self
Back to back
we are the for each other,
day and night,
in life and spirit
You teach me all things;
oscillate between 
positive and negative,
right and wrong,
in and out,
up and down…
We may fight, disagree;
but deep down 
it’s because we care
on such deep level
Like it’s ‘me’, 
that wants be there
Guess what is most important,
are the moments that we share
We are sisters,
we are family,
and with love
are always there!


Details | Free verse | |

Today

Today is a new day.
A day to love and be loved.
A day to enjoy each other's company.
Today is a new day.
A day for war and death.
A day to die in the most horrendous way possible or...
A day to live in peace.
A day to respect each other and to take each other for who they are and who we are.
This is a day to live. 


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Real Sad, Real Glad

It's sad,
It's real sad,
They said that you were bad
You say there's no lies,
That black eye says otherwise
Please don't give in,
Don't commit the sin
Just the phrase,
"What happens in here stays in here"
And you punch the wall
It's sad,
It's real sad,
You used to be a good kid
Had all A's everyday
Must've lost it when they said,
"Go away"
Had a smile so sweet
Must've lost it when the said,
"Shut up, or you'll get beat"
I'm glad,
I'm real glad,
You came to me, see
I got you through this nightmare
There's peace here, with me
I'll forever and always care
With me, you will never fall
Please don't give in
Don't commit sin
Find your faith in the Lord


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For Pakistan

There was once a time,
When people had a peaceful life,
No terror,
No suffering,
No innocent deaths that multiplied,
No disruption in the once quiet streets,
There was such a thing called 'peace',
Then there was none of this greed,
People were free,
They had a harmonious life,
Were promised to go out,
And come back alive.

But now,
Many return as a corpse,
How can the ones responsible for this not feel any remorse?
How can they treat their people as if they don't matter?
Why is it so many lives they shatter?
Why are they destroying their home?
Where has the decency gone?

This country,
These cities,
Gave them a start to a whole new life,
A positive beginning,
A reason to strive,
So why is it some are ruining so many lives?
What would the founder of this nation say if he was alive?
Even though this isn't my birthplace,
It still brings tears to my eyes...


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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It was Never Enough

I just can’t believe it’s actually over. I loved him with all my heart. I was willing to sacrifice everything for him; my job, my family, my life here. I would have done it too. I would have moved there to be with him. It would have been worth it. Because to me, love is always worth it. I dreamed everyday he wasn’t ****ing here of him and I together. I would think of us constantly. All of what could be running through my head; our conversations, kissing, meeting, making love. I thought I knew what was to come. I was hopeful and excited for the future. I would count the months left until we could meet. I would count the money I had that would get me there. I would wait up for him at night and leave my phone next to me in the mornings. I sacrificed so much of myself, my time and my heart for him. And he doesn’t love me back.
I can’t believe I was so naïve and stupid. How did I actually let all of this happen? How did I not see the writing on the wall? It seems so clear now, so obvious he didn’t want me. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to want me, I wanted us I wanted love so badly I did everything in my power to keep him here. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.


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Hiroshima - Nagasaki 1

On that day in Aug 45
Bomber over the city that's very much alive
Nervous crew, cloudy day
Pilots instructions, open bomb bay

The words above as the pilot has said
What happens next the World dreads
The catch releases as Little Boy goes
Are they really enemies, are they really foes

As he lands without a sound
As he plummets into Japanese ground
As he ignites his awesome power
As he sprays his atomic shower

An eternity clears, in hours I hear
No City which once was here
Where are the people, no where near
In Oppenheimer do I detect a tear

If that's the worst The USA tells
Nagasaki is next as the death toll swells
Lo and behold that day has come
The second city is indeed gunned down

This Uranium gem as the Yanks declared
Our troops at war will all be spared
Not to think of these Japanese folks
Who in Atomic ruin their lives now soaked

Buildings gone where they once were
Populations vaporised without a care
This Mushroom shape will shadow ever
Their day in History will never sever

The following day as I look around
A bustling city which has no sound
I stand here bleeding, burns and sores
Skin dripping family torn

All around me, broken burning shapes
Trying to make sense of what this all makes
What could have created such destruction as this
On this city where yesterday was bliss

As I limp down my street in an imaged spree
Shadows of neighbours I will never see
Silhouetted in shape in many forms
Is this my World, its not the norm

Weeks have passed as I start to feel ill
Once I was ten, now I feel nil
Body sored, lacerations and boils
This human life entering it's toil

As I look to the sky, some birds still soar
Those lovely doves I will see no more
As my life fades as my eyes gently close
Should anyone receive those blows

Now I'm gone as I look down, once a city, now no more a town
Where once were dots all running around
Most are gone blown from our ground
Where mediation was never met, discussions we never said
Two cities many dead






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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For the Freedom-Loving people of Syria

Massacre at Houla.

She was no more than 10 years of age.
He could have been a grandfather.

Young, old, women, girls, men, boys.

108 lives.

Now they are buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

Killed by knives,
shot at point-blank range,
slaughtered, mowed-down.

108 lives.

Snuffed-out. Decimated. Taken-out.

108 lives.

As Damascus lies blatantly,
spewing forth untruth,
108 warm, dead bodies,
remain buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

108 lives.


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Time

A tunnel of blackness is all that surrounds me 
Until I see that light everyone always talks about 
It’s warmth covers me like a childhood blanket
And then I’m standing with lost family
Why is this happening 
I’m not ready for this ending I’ve been given
I have love at last down waiting  for me
I cant make her wait because she is my soul 
She is my light 
My salvation 
Take me away from her and I am nothing but an empty vessel 
Before I was not afraid for I had nothing to lose 
But now I am
I am afraid of death and all that comes with it 
 


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The Death of Doubt

The Death of all doubt,
Now slain by your words,
Stained with your ink,
Like blood on woodwork,

Downward I spiraled,
Day after day,
Into an abyss,
Losing my way,

Vain efforts and pain.
Pain to heavy to hold,
Crying; an escape,
On nights alone and cold,

Sold on depression,
As my only friend,
Torturing my mind,
Until it all ends.

Then I found you,
My light in the dark,
Killer of melancholy,
A fire from a spark,

Apart yet burning,
Strong enough to fight,
Nothing can extinguish,
Our flame shall remain bright,

How right this all is,
To not question trust,
Simple and perfect,
... I love you so much.

The Death of all doubt,
Now slain by your words,
Stained with your ink,
Like blood on woodwork.


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Memories

Memories are things that will never cost, 

they cannot be stolen, broken or lost.

Keep hold of the good and learn from the bad,

try to be hopeful and never be sad.


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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*AN UNEXPECTED GOOD-BYE*

Why is it terrible things
Happen to the ones we love most
The ones who never complain
Who never brag or boast

A day prepared too soon
A good-bye unexpected to say
He's in all of our thoughts
And in every prayer we pray

Some may question why
And long for words unsaid
But he's gone somewhere special
Walking on ground we've yet to tread

An exceptional individual
Impossible not to love
He's no longer with us
But with the Lord above


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The Breeze of Life

The breeze of life just blows on by,
You can’t help but sit and cry,
You are about to die,
All because you let life slip you by,
You have missed your childhood,
You have missed your past,
You were sick all your life,
And now the breeze is passing,
So blow with the breeze,
Let your life go,
Sometimes we need a break,
And yours starts now,
Let life go,
Don’t worry
We can manage without you.


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Heaven

Heaven is there any such place?
There has to be something 
in all that empty space
The space above the clouds
where it's always bright
and all your troubles are out of sight

Heaven is exempt from
all the dark clouds
God never lets them in,
they're not allowed.

Remember the peace you 
longed for here on earth?
In heaven is where it
finally gives birth.

It's really beautiful 
way up there,
everyone lives without a care
No more depression,
no more sorrows
no more worries about 
your tomorrows.

Now comes the hard part,
What do we do?
When will our time on
earth be through?
What if heaven sounds so great,
we absolutely just can't wait?
Can we shorten our time
and help God along? 
Or would that be doing
something wrong?

If there's a heaven
then there must be a hell
and God might not 
take it too well
If we shortened our own time
and tried to help him out,
giving him one less person 
to worry about.

Would he damn us to hell
because we couldn't wait?
Or would he forgive us 
and open up the gates?
Would he understand
what it's like here on earth
waiting for our peace 
to finally give birth?

Do we take a chance 
and try to find out?
Or do we sit patiently 
and wait it out?
Decisions, decisions
it's so hard to decide
By which choice will you abide? 
it too


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DEATH

Dieing naturally, reluctantly, or willingly
Essence of fate, the end of life
Ascending to the heavens or descending to hell
To afterlife, to happiness
Home again with your deceased loved ones


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A Soldier woithout a Cause

A man of war is only complete when fulfilling a mission, he is born a leader but 
he requires in his youth much guidance and direction, his duty of truth is not to 
murder but to offer protection

A master of survival and of weaponry but he is deficient in the arts of  betrayal and 
confession, 21 shots and 6 feet down is almost always his only submission, 
stare deep into his eyes still you will find no expression, but do not be fooled  
within is heart is a raging flood of emotion 

In a catastrophe he acts without question while most are caught at an 
intersection, but take away his purpose and watch the empire swiftly transform 
into recession, Angels with dirty faces the punisher persuades, the wicked can 
not be saved in a world of ghosts, 

Foxes with tongues that spit words of fire reign with senseless trails of blood, oh, 
how quickly in battle does the fabricated legion lose its morale, and a soldier 
without cause knows that what he's been fighting for is not what he thought at all, 
and the one he's been following is soon to fall 


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Six Feet of Life

You all stood silent
as they lowered my body down.
Tears fell from women cheeks
silently 
as my body reached its sacred ground.
I prayed for you to smile in belief
Remember with God above I feel no grief.
I made the choices 
I made them with ease.
so don't you cry for me I am begging you please.
In the end I had lessons learned.
These six feet of dirt 
are the result of what I had earned.
She stood alone
as they all walked away.
Looked to her child
and began to pray.
God if you are there
please let her know I really do care.
Tell her I love her and I wish her peace.
Tell her I prayed for her release.
Oh and God,
Tell her I love her and always will.
Tell her shes the one that taught me to feel.


Written for my mother in 1999 when I was diagnosed with cancer and lived to 
hear her myself, as she and only she tried to understand.


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Constructing spirit

Have you ever come to share, your spirit showing that you care
not with flowers but the strongest form of heart ?
I ask only to display, why I may take great dismay
For the end is sounding then more like the start.

And so I've come to notice, after loosening my focus
That I might just be to young to give that gift.
Not a gift at all I know, just a part of me to flow
Anyone of you can see it if you wish.

But the blind can never see, nor were ever meant to be
On the team that will forever have to fight.
So if you want to see, i will teach you not for me
But for YOU to see the beauty of the light. 

Forgive me if I sound reserved, for too long I was disturbed
Resulting from the one who had my spirit sinking.
So I'll attempt to make a deal, with this thought not much to feel
I will save myself from dying, or just thinking 


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Part II-THE GRAVE DIGGER WHO VISITED HEAVEN

Paul had a near-death experience,
one of the most incredible ones...
he visited Heaven: the place of bliss!
And as he climbed the gold stairway,
he heard many familiar voices he had
known in the previous life...they happily
chanted glorifying God, who was seated 
on an ivory throne surrounded by Archangels,
Saints and Prophets whom he remembered
from his Bible readings. He tried to look at
God's face, but he was blinded by an intense light...
more brilliant than the sun itself, then Jesus
approached with his out-stretched arms.
Paul smiled and was elated to have found salvation,
but Jesus kindly said to him, " Paul, your time
hasn't come yet, return to Earth and tell them! "
And briefly pausing He continued, " When that time
comes, your honorable name will be written
in the Book of Life, and angels will carry your new body
on their swift wings and you will enter Paradise! "
Paul's face was expressive of disappointment 
and bitterness and weeping replied, " The people
of Earth deride a grave digger so groggy and grubby,
and they mock him with their delirious laughs;
I would rather be dead than return to them! "
 " Go and show them your mercy! " Jesus commanded him.
Paul had only minutes before he would be buried,
so he rushed back and surprisingly saw a large crowd
attending his service as Father Michael, the Chapel's priest,
performed the last rites by splashing Holy Water 
in and around the shadowy grave. They heard a knock 
coming from inside of the coffin...Paul's voice became louder,
" I am alive, not dead...let me out! " Everyone was horrified
and shocked, but Father Michael ordered the mortician to open
the casket and let Paul out. Jubilation filled the chilly air,
and streaks of light filtered through the murky clouds...their shouts
were heard as far as the outskirts of town: Paul was alive!" 
I sat with Paul the day after under the shade of a fragrant pine,
and he told me about his visit to Heaven with tremendous joy
and fervent faith. He admitted that he was wrong not to have
shown them his compassion and with the sincerest smile
he proclaimed, " My anger and grudge have vanished;
I have forgiven them...I am so glad to have returned! " 


Entered in the ramblig Poet's contest,
" In Search Of The Human Mind"
Assignment: A Near-Death Experience


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CRISIS

It hurts so bad when someone dies,
It touches my heart when someone cries:

It takes a long time for me to heal,
Exploring my emotions and how I feel:

I miss her so bad, I start to weep,
If I don't let it out, then it's very deep:

She lays to rest 900 miles from me,
God is the one who sets us free:

I love my grandma so very much,
I want to give her my loving touch:

She is my favorite one,
She believed in God's Son:

God heals me each day,
I go to Him and pray.


©  Kathy Mary Gillet
©  2005  All Rights Reserved


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Sadness

The women stood in front of the table 
Her sad hands
Empty
Hallow
With nothing
she looked at her daughter
smiles and laughter
i wish her the best
nothing less
the sun shines on your golden hair
i love you, dear
Dont get hurt
promise me you wont
take my hand
one last time
forever more
say that you must
smile
dance
laugh
sing
just promise me you will dream
when i fade to grey
you are getting older 
you have a life
children of your own
you start to cry
clutch to my hand
ill never leave
im always here
Clinging...


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One Wish

My words are walking, my tears are screaming.
My mind is racing, my heart is beating.
This world is crashing down, farther than I ever noticed.
People are weaping, people are dying.
People we love...are now flying.
Words are being said, tears are being whiped.
Parents hearts are breaking, and friends thoughts are shaking.
What do we do when our dreams are crashing?
Things happen for a reason...but can't you give us a sign,
were begging and were pleasing, don't take anymore lives.
Don't let these people ache anymore,
don't take these beautiful faces from the world.
This is my wish to you...the big guy up in heaven,
I wish you'd give us all a chance, a chance to see the world,
a chance to breathe it all in.
No more sickness, no more craziness, just peace.
After we've seen the world and learned everything we could..
you may take us. But promise me, no one will ever die young.
Love, Cassey


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Fate

Venom laced words
Is all the world
Feeds the weak
But I can taste the brutal decay
Of all the slain souls
Now buried in the deep
Look through the eyes of the Taken
You will see this tainted world
You will see you’re mistaken
Those are not happy tears
They are laced with blood
No one feels a thing
They have all gone cold
And gone numb
You feast your eyes
On a beautiful Shamrock Shore
But instead I see waves of black
Swimming along are the snakes of wrath
Those sweet little lullabies
Causing you to sleep
They wake up the Demons
You are their feast
When will you stop?
Looking through the eyes of faith
Take a look through my eyes and see
Those born of innocence...
Their true damned Fate


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Monumentally Marble

We unveiled her as the juniper tree
bowed down low to the ground 
From the balcony, kids threw cranberries
which got stuck in her apple sprig crown
A humming bird swept past her shoulder
and graced her with jasper and jade
The elm tree showed her his virtue
as she quivered under his shade
And in the evening we peeled the rind
right off of the luscious moon
to slather her thick and gracious
on the headstone of her tomb.


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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.


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Turning over

Clock strikes, 
every second my heart stabs
another injection of grief,
as streams wash the contours 
rushing the valleys of guise.

Memories.
All I behold now you have gone,
besides photographs and diaries.
I stare at you and you are there,
besides me once more.

Turning over,
another page lets me slowly learn
to accept this new place in time
where I find myself surrounded
by loneliness and sorrow.

This is not,
of course how you would want me to be.
Were you with me now you would hold me,
stroke my face and comfort me.
Loving me, happily.

Together,
we have shared these memories,
so many times, turning over,
those beautiful pages of times 
roaming through contours of life.

I recollect,
how we walked valleys and streams,
where we played, picniced and slept.
Turning over the page you stay with me,
through the treasures we have shared.

Now at night 
when I'm lonely, in those early cold hours,
turning over I'll remember and cherish
those beautiful gifts given so freely;
and thank God for the time that you lived.


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Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


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Not Alone

For now that I have gone home
It is time for you to hold the throne
To fear the least my young child 
Just know that you are not alone.

To hear the whispers and see the flickers 
To remember our little Jokes and long snickers
To avoid any groans and moans
Just know that you are not alone.

For a vision that may overtake
A site of me you may mistake
For what Im now could be stone 
Just know that you are not alone.

Within this world of great deceased
I bring about you joy and peace
And with every smile on your face its shown
So just know you are not alone. 

For one day soon you will come
And again together we'll be as one
Within this heavenly place called home
Until then just know that you are not alone.

And that you are still alive
In you my child I shall reside
But one day eventually you will see
the same treatment done to me--
In which my master will set YOU free.


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Doors

Distilled amongst the evening sun
Everything will keep on keeping
After all is said and done
The love not lived forever sleeping
Here inside a locked room 
In the corner of our souls
We will meet again and everything collides...


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ANOTHER TOMORROW

looking out upon the stars 
watching heaven from afar
wishing i were there instead of here
then suddenly i shed a tear
a tear of anger of wishing for death
of saying goodbye of that one last breath
being able to see everyone from above
of watching over the people i know i love
seeing them cry is what i will see
and hearing them say" please bring her home to me"
i hear a voice telling me to fly
so i turn to say my last goodbye
i go towards heaven to God's open arms
of peace and tranquility and beautiful charms
as i reach out to take his hand
something happened something un planned
they did it, how could they? why not let me be?
where i was at peace bounding in harmony
they brought me back, back from heaven's doors
and left me here to fight many more wars
wars of sadness and my darkest days
i was happy why couldn't they just let me stay?
i want to go back to that beautiful place
where God's smile lit up even the coldest face
brought a smile to my lips as i have never before
had let me fly to heaven, let me soar
i liked the feeling of warmth that came from his heart
a feeling of love that could never be torn apart
but now i must sit and dwell in my own sorrows 
and try to look forward to another tomorrow...




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Silence on the battlefield

The silence deafens, 
after all the screams and roars,
the din of  the battle has died. 

A sudden stillness 
descends like a curtain 
that envelopes all left on the field; 
its weight sits like a heavy cloak
on the shoulders of men.

There's nary an echo 
of those who'd held fast 
under the fire, 
there's now just a hush 
from the lost and the dead.

Where are the notes of
the fanfare of victory?

Who'll play the dirge
of the lament of defeat?

No medals are pinned,
no sword touching shoulders,
no glory is honoured,
no victory declared.

There is only the quiet
of the spirits ascending,
the noiseless retreat
of those who've paid
the price for this silence.


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The Choice Is Yours

You can't hide from ME!
I know where you are!
I know everything you think!
I know the condition of your heart!

I have given you a choice!
What decision will you make?
Will you walk with ME in love?
Will you let satan consume you with hate?

The choice is yours!
I have given you the tools!
Will you follow MY commands,
or will you ignore MY rules?

DON"T BELIEVE HIM!
He is a liar!
If you won't listen to ME,
you'll forever burn with him in the lake of fire!

I LOVE YOU!
I want you to be with ME!
I didn't die for you in vain!
I did it so you could live in peace!

THE CHOICE IS YOURS!


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When the War is Over

The wars are over,
The battles won,
And yet the chaos,
Has just begun.

The death, the loss,
The hatred prevales,
The terrorists strike,
A nation wails.

An icons gone,
Innocent lives lost,
Who's to blame,
For there loss.

So the wars,
Begin again,
A war of hate, death,
Chaos and unpleasantness.

A world of fear,
In hope of peace,
Hoping that they,
Wont suffer defeat.
 
The fathers and sons,
A blood shed lost,
And so it goes,
The battles lost.

The wars not over,
The terrorists won,
The chaos stops,
The world is one.

The blood shed, the loss,
The death prevales,
The world reunites,
Hoping its the end.

In peace once again


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What, Me Worry??

Some people are concerned
They wonder and they fear
Just how and when they'll die
The thought, it seems so queer
Not like we have a choice
And so I'll tell you why...
but it's only my own voice...

I've been dead before,
I'll be dead again,
The thought of fearing it
To me just seems inane

Whether it's nothingness after
Or to a heavenly place we go
The thought to me seems dafter
But I don't really claim to know

So I worry not about things to be
Of which I have no control
Just accept what's been doled to me
Peace is my only goal

So I thank Alfred E. Newman
On each cover of Mad magazine
He gave me this great title
Such wisdom is rarely seen...

So sleep in peace my friends out there
It's all in God's great hand
Life and death two sides of the same coin
I hope you understand

And now I've said my piece
So off to bed I go
Is sleep a bit like death?
That I'd like to know

Cause sleep is my favorite time
No pain, no  worries, no cares..
Someday we'll all find out
At that time when God shares
What some consider the ultimate mystery
The big answer that they seek
Go to sleep this evening
May God give you a peek!


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Messenger from the Dead

Upon this read you shall grieve,
a curse granting you to believe.
With your religion as a master,
mine is a far greater disaster.

Troubled with a conflicted pain,
mentally restricted to restrain.
When I am gone it will be known,
my death threatens what you own.

This soul that I have up for trade,
greatest power in death to wage.
An act that is greater than god,
time itself will never be flawed.

As dreams will haunt with power,
the dead confront why you cower.
Now I sleep a ghostly damnation,
thus resting victims starvation.

Assured those I care cannot feel,
leaving memories that never heal.
I am a forgotten with desolation,
alas vengeance unto destruction.


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POET STATE OF MIND

Zone in and out of the real world and into a world of peace.

Where the sky is always clear.

And every rose smell just as sweet.

Kids running to there lost ones arms.

Happy moms crying tears of joy and falling to there feet.

A place where there is no killings.

A place where thugs isn't scared to show they feelings.

Maybe this isn't just a dream?

Maybe this is the world soon to come?

Maybe this is the after life it's only seem as a dream.

I speak through my gift to reach out to the hearts of others.

I speak to people that ever lost a brother,sister,and a mother.

If only this world was real not just a state of mind.

So if you wanna go to a place where it's all good and the sun always shine.

Walk with me through a poet state of mind.


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My Fall and His Grace


My sin hangs Him back on the cross,
And the traitor of Heaven clings to me.
I swallowed a little poison out of pleasure,
And my soul towards Him staggers to reach Him.
I let my soul stroll in filth and dirt,
And have carried the mud with me shrouded.
I look like a toad croaking from the ditch,
And I see Him invisibly looking at me,
And He shows His distorted countenance.
I cry unto Him with His Words writ,
And my soul weeps till its tears dry.
I've learnt His blood hath cleansed my soul,
And I can be back with Him with His strength and grace,
And what I long for is to live and to die for Christ.


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Recognizing You

Im in a better mood today,
Realized something important,

Feeling life is more than living a day,
Honoring and maintaining your is the best way.

Running in circles is the worst life program,
lets break out some crafts and make a new diagram,
Must review the old crap, scribble it out, but never erase,
Learning from history, you can embrace the future's taste,

Look at your goals,
How many points have you scored?
You're looking to start new records,
Change your attitude, you'll do much better,

If you're negative,
you must retrain your brain,
Turn that energy into something positive,
Otherwise you'll continue to drive everyone insane,

World is full of too many that turn their heads,
Maybe that why you don't get a good nights sleep when your in bed,
Toss and turn, toss and turn, kick, whatever else comes to you,
time for a new routine, something is bothering you,

Do what you feel makes you count,
Never too late for a rebound,
Don't let others get you down,
If you want it badly,
You're triumphs will make them frown

They'll disapprove,
They'll gossip,
They'll give dirty looks,
But when you open your mouth...
They wont say *****to you.
You've done something they've failed to do
Recognized the potential you got in you!


















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True Expressionists

As far as my mind can perceive, that which is all I have come to believe
Stands true to my soul, and as I grow old realizing there's more to be seen.

If you share same nature in feeling, and have courage enough not conealing
Then dont be afraid, express it in ways, assessing the cards god is dealing.

Trust that god in its general name, shows creater just what it has made
Wayward cultures confused, helpless people are used in the race to place all the blame.

You are brave enough to construct, true religion yet faux claims deduct
Then you'll see there is reason for changing of season, and "coincidence" isn't just luck.

Its whats positive that which I feel, and negative hits harder than steel
I find more joy from the up, so darkness gets fluxed and spirit steers better my wheel.

How did I possibly come to conlusion? obtain vision and not just illusion?
I read people like books, so when teachers tried to look I either embraced or gave 
resolution.


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Part I-THE GRAVE DIGGER WHO VISITED HEAVEN

Everybody was horrified of Paul's scruffy looks
with dirt and mud smeared all over his wrinkled face,
and his long nose with dark spots on its tip;
and a grave digger matched that image,
but he was the nicest person on planet earth:
hard-working, estimable, amicable and honest.
After the day's work was done, Paul stared
at the empty lots and whispered to himself,
" Soon I'll be in one of them...I feel it coming! "
One unlucky afternoon he was standing
on the edge of a newly dug-up grave and accidently
slipped and fell into the twenty-feet excavation;
no screams for help were heard...he was dead!
That same afternoon, there was a burial
and as the corpse's coffin was lowered into the grave,
Father Michael spotted a body lying on the bottom of it,
and it resembled that of Paul....suddenly police 
were notified and minutes later a fire truck arrived
to the dreary scene. Then two young firefighters
lowered themselves into the pitch-dark grave by holding
onto sturdy ropes, and without much effort, 
they pulled his bruised and broken body:
he was pronounced dead at two-thirty.
Paul had a near-death experience, one of the most
incredible ones: he visited heaven, the place of bliss!
And as he climbed the gold stairway, he heard many voices
of those he knew in the previous life...they chanted glorifying God,
who was seated on an ivory throne surrounded by Archangels,
Saints and the Prophets whom he remembered from his Bible readings.


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When the world ends.

When the world ends,i will be a man,
of unhealthy appearance,
spineless,a life of hardship.
Wrestling with my conscience,under difficulties,
assumed the presidency by fraud,
killed thousands of innocent people,overheated the planet.
I was the great seducer,according to master plan.
The world ruler.
Hiding in my capsule now,waiting the unexpected.
Death awaits all men,
tickling my vanity again.
The rejoinder of power thirsty.
Keep to the path,
and posterity will be the judge.
Knocking on heaven's door,
the man who sold the world.


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Rain Drops

Tear drops falling from the sky
Each one has a sad story to tell
Who will listen?
And who will wipe them off their windsheild?
Tear drops everywhere
Ending their lives on the streets
Why do people find their sounds so peaceful?
Each tear drop is a musical note
Playing its own little, sad song
For the people willing to listen


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THE DARK SEA KISSED BY THE RADIANT MOONBEAMS

It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!



Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe? 



Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking, 
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!



Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!



On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but  they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!   



Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Strongest Words

Lay me down, so I can rest my thoughts.
Untie my arms, so I can hold you tight.
Tuck me in, so that I can sleep.
And kiss me softly, so that I may breath.


Lay down my body,
Now my thoughts can rest.
My soul is now free,
And my heart not depresses.

Give me a hug,
And kiss me goodbye.
So now at peace,
My spirit can lie.


~Written in mid-2003 when I was fourteen/fifteen.


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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 }


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Wishes

   To count how many stars there are,
   the little lights in the sky,
   that every night you wish upon,
   A wish a night until you die.
   The wishes float up into space and land apon Gods hands,
   some he anwsers in reply,
   and some just float off through the lands.
   Some people are conceited, mean or just dont try,
   but the others will go to heaven,
   Heaven is where they'll lie.


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Reap your Harvest

Genius we are when we sow a good SEED,
Nurture to the fullest and think about the REAP,
SEE shiny days passing the way
Moon bring Night and so Sun as the Day

Strolling in the garden thinking about your deeds,
Praying to GOD with Pearls and the Beads,
Pearls is your Patience and Beads are your deeds,
When you see your seed growing 
you know your action worked,
you twinkled and you Peeped
You got to know---
As you Sow So shall you REAP!!


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Ocean

inhaling the ocean breeze and feeling it empty my lungs makes me feel completely intact 

i can taste the salt in its entirety on my tongue and i try to scrape it all off with my front teeth

i feel the waves roaring over my heart, liberating it from veins and its arteries, the sea filling 
the orifices of my organs

the shores stones crowd at my toes and break my skin, but i am cleansed 

i stride into the water and it seeps into my nostrils and my intellect becomes infiltrated by the 
sea, my lungs are suffocated by the wet

and i am completely intact


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Deliverance

A white dove landed on my arm and whispered in my ear
                 "when you die you fly."
thats when Isaw the truck coming towards me
I guess the dove's saying was true, cause that day Iflew


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elegy for Marie

Send a tear to your lapel
for the debt you owe Marie
and others of her ilk,
it's just as well still 
not nearly as good 
as opening our eyes

Marie & Remi Ochlik
were shelled out of existence
while reporting to those
who would pay attention
the dark deeds of Syrian powers
A decade ago they took her eye
in Sri Lanka, but not her vision

War correspondent or photographer
is a risky title to carry
in many places on the globe,
but needs to be carried
with a terminal conviction
to those gentle of peace

Drones, tanks, and roadside IED's
all meant to turn dialogue into
monologue...into diatribe
that usurps the power of each
individual for another's own

Let us thank the megaphone,
the megapixeled shutterer,
and the twitterer, the 
militant peacenik who
will not be silenced 
into any form of domination

© Goode Guy 2012-02-22

http://www.thesundaytimes.co.uk/sto/public/news/article874796.ece
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/02/22/147247598/killing-continues-in-syria-two-western-journalists-among-reported-victims
http://www.newsday.com/news/american-war-reporter-marie-colvin-killed-in-syria-1.3548091
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Colvin

for: Marie Colvin & all war reporters


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at a time like this

at a time like this 
	there are no words
just the feeling of the feeling
	alive
in all its' beauty and terror
in all the awe and wonder
	we find
		ourselves
			once again
	perplexed
by the science of love
	cowering
the concept of death


at a time like this
	we are the words
the speech of a speechwriter's pen
	written
in all its' truth and error
in all the breath and power
	we find
		ourselves
			once again
	moving
mountain masses by faith
	yet cutting
our own brothers down

at a time like this
	the words are here
in flesh, in blood, filled with spirit
	breathing
in all its' passion and fire
in all its life and freedom
	we find
		ourselves
			new in form
	loving
the ones who feel no love
	and gracing
the world through Your eyes


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Fall is my Season

i taste your Death on my lips every morning
& know the decay that follows us
stalking the shadows of every thought's birth

Fall is my season;
cold but not quite sterile
new promise implied by fading light

Dawn is my hour;
from death the world rises,
having first lost it's self to night


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Redemption

Upon your eyes did I look, upon the tree of destiny, where Love Crucified hung so desperately. Awaiting your judgement. Friends watched. Soldiers mocked. Townsfolk jeered. I saw you through my eyes, drowning in solitary tears. Your arms spread out so openly, your spirit fading. The day became the night in the blink of an eye. A temple's veil torn in half. At your Father's one command you let out a cry, slowly, silently, slipping from your life. I gazed upon your lifeless body. So lost am I, frozen at the pinacle of the cross. Shepherd me home where I am again safe with you. Save me, Bread of My Soul. Body of My Life. Savior, Lord Jesus Christ. Echoing your one ascending name, again shall you rise. Dancing away with all of my sins, God of the Skies. Giving me the chance to live again, Redemption, sweet Redemption.


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Surprising Love

You see her sit there
lonely as she could ever be
sad and alone there
while crying gental tears 
when she looks at you she wipes thoughs tears smiles and waves

You look at the sand and then the water that 
crashes at your feet
surprisingly you see her walk to you.
while you thought what to say
you fell in love while just the glimps of eye to eye
is all they needed

You too can't believe the fun you guys
spent with each other every day
the love you shared
the faith between you guys
the gracefulness and hope

He told her he needs to go back to the army in a day
but when he leaves 
years past by and the love of his dreams died
from to much worry

"Oh, i wish i was beside your side" he cried 
over and over but couldn't change anything
"Come back" he cried louder.

Then in a coupe of days the man goes back to war
while he fought in battle as strong as possible
he gets shot in the back and in the heart
But the last words he said were


    " Im comin' home honey."


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Generations of Valor


          They stand together
          Soldiers young and old
          As we sit down beside them
          Their stories unfold

Tell me son
What happened to you
Please take your time
I wish to hear you through

    I was out on patrol
    Looking for improvised devices
    Their made of plastic now
    For modern sacrifices

    But this one was different
    It was set on remote
    Triggered at distance
    As the enemy gloat

    Catapulted, bleeding
    As i land on the sand
    My face lacerated
    As are my hands

    My left hand has gone
    As are my eyes
    My emotions are drained
    I can no longer cry

    I am flown home
    To Edwards Air Base
    Not the way i left
    A new tomorrow i face

My brave young son
I shall cry for you
Yes tomorrow is new
But we will see it through

    As he wipes his tears
    His son says to his father
    Tell me your story again
    So my thoughts again gather

Well it was so long ago
And although i am old
The horrors of wars
Should always be told

It was the 6th of June
1944
The day the war had turned
And what we fought for

I was one of thousands
As we hit the beaches
Under heavy fire
Bodies bleeding, bodies bleached

After being pinned down for hours
We finally made a breakthrough
Their lines broken
Our determination pursued

Our objective, Bayeux
To cut off the road to Caen
Re-assemble and group
As we mean to go on

We were on the outskirts
As a 109E attacked
My platoon was strafed
As its bullets impact

I was hit three times
In my legs and chest
Shipped back home
Asking why i was blessed

After the war
In the Army i stayed
As an injury councillor
For other wars have been played

          Father and son stood together
          Hugged for tomorrow
          Yes, there will be more wars
          And what they bring is sorrow




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


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In the Eyes of a Soldier

There I was,
Standing in the field,
Cocking and firing
With no warning to yield

I hear the drumming of drums
The stomping of feet
The yelling of people
With a particular beat

I want to go home
But I just can’t leave
So I keep on moving 
Continuing to grieve

I think of my family 
And my friends at my home
I wonder what they are doing 
While I stare at my chrome

Patches of blood
Down on my shirt
But it doesn’t bother me 
My soldiers are hurt

So I take my turn 
To stand and be proud
I cock my gun
In this vicious war cloud

I aim and then shoot 
Hitting my mark
But in the sky
I saw a bright spark

I thought it was over
But again and again
The bombs keep on coming
Killing our men

But we will not surrender
We will keep moving forward
Marching and shooting 
While continuing onward


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Hate should Abate

Hate! what a word
In this world of ours
Festered to our core
Oozes from our pores.
 
Religion-ed neighbours 
Harbour Hate
Why?
In this worldly state.
 
We can only pray
It's not all around
We can't all be
So dumbfound.
 
Neighbour to neighbour
Friend to friend
When it comes to Religion
I can't comprehend.
 
As each new generation
Comes along
Hopefully the word hate
Will be long gone
It should never have been a word
For this world to take
This word Hate should Abate.


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The Colors of Our Flag Will Not Run

We are soldiers
This is our life
                    our job
                           our career
Chosen for reasons whatever
In peace and in conflict
Striving to achieve our dreams
Struggling to suppress our fears
We are the Armed Forces
                     strong
                            proud
                                  able-bodied
Dedicated to protecting our country
                                                  nation's people
Large ponderous units
Crossing the vast expanse of unfamiliar terrain
                                    well trained
                                            meticulously drilled
A special breed
                          powerful force
                                 band of brothers
Instructed in the art of war
Where survival is not an option
And if we fall dignify us
The price we will pay
                           loss
                                  death
We belong to the world
                          peacekeeping
                                  disaster
                                         war
We only ask for support
                                   understanding
                                           respect
War is globally rejected
Third world regimes grasping greater power
                              terrorists
                                      insurgents
                                              rebel forces
Their native peoples desperate plea for relief
                               genocide
                                        slavery
                                                capture
                                                        torture
To reject would be inhumane
answering requires military
                                             force
The product is war
                            spawning hostility
                                     destroying the innocent
                                              mouthing ignorance
The reality of it all 
                             sadness
                                     families suffer
                                              blame spent
                                                       sides taken
                              casualties
Someone has to die.


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Angel of Death

A million thoughts run through my head,
A thousand words i wished i had said, 
A hundred lines i should have read,
So many things left unfinished, 
Life taken never to be replenished, 
An unlikely angel in the dark of night
Resembling an outre flying kite,
Feel the breeze of freedom
 when her wings spread, 
Suddenly it occurs the captivity in being dead,
Confinement to this addiction
 is much like being ridden to a bed,;
overnight it seems the soul was diminished, 
devirginized without getting kissed,
she appears in an otiose light, 
promising there is no better feeling
 than aboard her heavenly flight,
Once in her embrace the skies turn red, 
she gets a taste and devours like she has never been fed,
 In those final hours astray one has been led,
 through the dark unknown she carries me
 until I disappear in the mist,
rendering me to a state of weakness and deadly bliss;
My eyes see the image of her bad intentions
 but they cannot grasp the truth in sight, 
By sunrise I know she will have won this fight


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Box of Hope

Baseball cards
a rubber band,
an 1894 Indian head penny

the aroma of cheap tobacco
filled the bottom of an old cigar box
my box of dreams where no one else could go

when I was grown the box became a distant memory,
I had forgotten the magic of dreams-cynical adulthood

in Hollywood I was sure that I was home

only to find a pink slip and a plane ticket 

my depression black as a moonless night

I lived inside this tube of insanity
where nothing made sense 
I felt like dying

snorting cocaine 
to take away the pain-growing thin

I lost control of my life once again
gazing through teary eyes I saw it...

my box of dreams

when I opened it I found a time capsule

baseball cards
a rubber band
and that 1894 Indian head penny

the box still wafting old tobacco
from 30 years past filled my nostrils

my life was not full of hope anymore
just the agony of knowing

how I wished that I could start over
one more feeble attempt at life

eventually I fell asleep
I had a dream that it was all a terrible mistake 
my war wounds
drug addiction all passed away
in my unconscious mind…

when I awoke

I felt a moment of Peace…
of hope

Dedicated to Rhoda Galgiani


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Outcast

Remorseless faces piercing
rain-slick windows for the man
given graces beyond what could.
Artist embraces passion and 
fear embraces stones and the 
town races to ravage his home.


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Passing by the Cemetery


Passing by the cemetery on the roadside
To attend to usual schedules once awhile
I feel the futility of our woeful existence
And become jealous of the departed souls.

Having suffered untold agonies, when alive
With no shoulder to help ease the anguishes
And no succour coming from acquaintances,
Now rest peacefully, without any bitterness.

Free from turmoil and unpleasant memories
With all bodily ailments no more perturbing
And the disappointments no more bothering
They lie gently undisturbed in peace, lasting.

The so called triumphs or appalling failures
No more count in the ultimate resting place
The comforts and the vainglorious luxuries
Become trivial in the lofty calm of a cellar.

Away from strife and agonizing acrimony 
That was part of their tempestuous living
With peace which passeth understanding
Rest quietly, in never-ending tranquility.


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familiarity

in garden of contented sighs
beneath a bridge of family ties
Time flows gently through the rows
of loving constant care
here seeds swell to burst to pose
as beauty grows aware

Partaking in heart aching words
of loss and sad despair
seeking love I pause and find
some gentle comfort there
I tense and sense  
a hug so kind 
a tug 
I feel myself unwind 
in sweet repose the scent of rose 
has opened in my mind 


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A Lost Soul

As the thunder smacks throughout the night
the little boy still sleeps.

The lightning cracks and shakes the house
but the snores still seem to come.

Rain smashes down on the roof of the house
but the boy just won't awake.

Because he's dreaming of a long lost mother 
who died on a day quite like today.


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A kiss from heaven, under the street light

A kiss from heaven, 
under the street light,
lost in ignorance among men in the street life,
cant break free,
for me heaven is a thug lost in the street life,
drugs and violence,
sex and thieves lost in the rush of the streets,
all we ever knew,
for us life was done before we were threw,
it will end were it all began,
walking the endless road,
truth and justice we will never behold,
in life never warm always cold,
endless nights and days never a happy medium,
in a cold way,
look into our eyes there is no soal,
only endless darkness to unbearable to behold,
the cost of eternity to survive,
only one option rob another for there life,
endless swerving in a downward spiral to the end twist and turn,
were will it all end,
to much to handle like Russian roulette lost in a life you will never forget


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Candle

Sometimes I think of her,
All night and All day,
But, mostly i just prey,
Wishing she was still here.

When I walked down my street,
I passed my old friends house,
I looked in her window and i see it,
The thing that always reminded me.

Whenever I walk down an ally-way,
Down the street or far away,
i always see it up in a window seal,
and its a Candle of witch i see.

A candle that shines so brightly,
Like Angels do when they are safe,
The candle reminds me so much of her,
because she always loved candles, and
now that she is an Angel,
she shines brightly over me,
Everyday and every night, even when the moons not bright.


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my emptiness within {sweet child}

i'm just a weeping willow
on a bed lying here
with you still in my mind
shedding the same old tears
i'm sailing on a wild ocean
just wanting to be free
too long i have felt like this
with my mind punishing me
do you remember our faint happiness?
i know it wasn't long
sometimes i'd often talk to you
or maybe sing a song
if i could be granted a wish
if i could trade anything
so you could of had much more
i would give you everything
if i could take this weight from my shoulders
i will empty out my heart
give you all the love you need
and we would never be apart
i know you are calling me
but the clouds muffle your cries
life can be so cruel my dear
and how quickly it passes by
i often drift away
into the place i wish we could be
but things are never that simple
a fading memory
you are every bird that soars
you are a gentle ocean wave
we could of been together
if things had gone my way
follow me on a journey
please don't be afraid
i've painted a beautiful rainbow
a trail of soft sand is laid
i look up to the heavens
i see your face of porcelain
are you a daydreamer like me
my little emptiness within?
so let us do some dreaming
i'll follow you to the end
not long now my sweet child
we're soon be togehter again


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Pop pop

I awake at Midnight as if my dream had been just a dream, heavy breathing,heart pounding and sweat dripping down my face.I call for you only to hear the echo of my own voice."Poppop" i screamed out only to hear the howling wind hitting the window payne.It was at that moment I remembered it had been 2 years to this day that you left me forever.No more late night phone calls,laughs or our own little secrets.No more sunday dinners with  breyer's ice cream with microwaved honeybuns for dessert.Tears flow because of the very thought of me not being able to say goodbye.It happened so rapid you being here one week laughing and joking than gone the next.You've been gone for a while but seems as if I just got the call today.My life has been blessed with you in it and now that your gone i find it hard everyday to move on.I would give anything in the world to hear you once again your smile,your laugh and your beautiful blue eyes that often changed as if it were changing with your mood.Mommy hasn't been the same since you left her smile and spiraled and at times it's hard just to even get her to laugh.Nene and hornblower seem to be okay at times I wonder because since you left us all things haven't been the same.I love you and I miss you and now i've got to put on my brave face and tell you something I have never been able to say.I love you,goodbye rest in peace poppop,I can't wait to see you again.


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black dove

black dove wont bring messages of peace
but leaves nightmares for you to keep
flits her wings, begins to fly
watches as the others die

black dove brings messages of death
count to ten and hold your breath
brings sorrow into worldly lives
and watches as the others die

steel beak and black wings
knows only of one thing to bring
doesnt know the word survive
while she watches as the others die

comes tragically, yet makes no sound
stills the wind and breaks the ground
forgotten what it means to cry
as she leaves the others while they die




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AN IMPROBABLE, DISTANT IMAGE

Reaching my golden age 
was an improbable, distant image...
rarely thought of, or even visualized by me,
I still cherish the fancy-free boy that was me!


My careful footsteps have become slower,
and my skin is losing its gleaming, brilliant look;
I stand before my photographs displayed underneath
the hand-painted coat of arms with a disillusioned, displeasing glare!   


Could that handsome young man be me?
His skin is so smooth and his teeth dazzling white,
lots of strands with curly hair reflecting a resplendent light...
he's smiling staring at his friend, who's kissing a girl called, "Mimi."  


And unstoppable, bitter tears relentlessly flow; why haven't
childhood and youth waited another year, or even another longest day,
to let me breath with more easiness, seeing myself once again a virile lad...
how horrible and scary is to face the merciless phantom, who will take me away!


But this faith is too strong, and I can defeat any evil force;
and although I seem unable to fight as I did when strength was mine,
an angel will escort me to the gate, which will open to greet this faithful one...
not regretting anymore that improbable, distant image retreating and fading as reality itself!
   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Best Day

Out of all the days in my life,
All the pain inside,
And on the out,
I will say the best day,
Is the day I die,
For I finally feel peace.


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Porcelain Doll

I feel like a doll,
Empty and lifeless
But pretending
I'm happy.

My skin is porcelain, 
My lips cold as ice,
I have no heartbeat
Left in my chest.


I'm dead but I 
Can still feel,
I'm numb but I 
Can still hurt.

I'm not happy
But I try to be,
I can't hurt you
Without hurting me.

So kiss my cold lips and
Lay me down to sleep,
I pray the angels
My soul to keep.

And if I die
Before I wake,
Don't cry my Beloved,
Not for my sake...


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A Piece Of Work { Footle ]

T.C.
   Was He

        Pai-doung
               The Sun

                  Now Gone
                       So Wrong

                                  Thank You
                                           Your's True





Entry For Abe Lopez's 
Native American Ekphrasis Contest


In Loving Memory Of
Tommy Wayne Cannon  T.C. {1946 -1978 }


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the sweeter the bitter

THE SWEETER, THE BITTER
The sweeter the bitter, the bitter the sweeter;
There is nothing like a free lunch, the sweeter the bitter
Lift me high so you can pull me down, the sweeter the bitter
Only my loved ones can hurt me, the sweeter the bitter
You sing only sweet melodies to entice me not knowing you are luring friendily to win me and satisfy your secret but wicked ambitions, the sweeter the bitter
I have fought so hard for you so if you can’t praise me, don’t shame me
The sweeter the bitter
Inside the gun is complete darkness but a bullet remains harmless until it sees a little light
Bigger baits attract worthy fishes. The sweeter the bitter
Why has a whole brain been reduced to a common sweet? The sweeter the bitter
In times of light I bloom, so you hold me tight and look at me in the eyes saying “you are simply the best”
Now there is darkness which has covered even the whitest snow, yes I am doomed  but stop telling serpent that I am the worst. The sweeter the bitter
Please tell me just one thing in this world that is always sweet but never bitter, the sweeter the bitter
No pain means no gain, the more you build the more you destroy, for perfect peace we should wage tougher wars the sweeter the bitter
Bear the pains to live death will soon embrace you, crown you, honour you and reveal all your hidden achievements. The dead enjoys more than the living the sweeter the bitter
The closer the light the hotter it becomes
Gaining one friend brings you more than one enemy
Sugar is sweet but could be very dangerous the sweeter the bitter
How I was born is not how I will die the sweeter the bitter
You have done things so great in the world but why do you bother to see the end of the sea
When you do anything possible to start your living just be wise death will certainly drag you and end the living the sweeter the bitter
To enjoy every bit of peace we must tolerate every bit of bitterness
Democracy, election and good governance are all sweet why then do we turn them bitter
The sweeter the bitter
Ironically you are for the nation but your selfish desires scatters the whole nation the sweeter the bitter
A word to the wise they say is enough; this is sweet but very bitter. So I say the sweeter the bitter.
                                                                     By    GODFRED K.B.ADJEI
                   tel:0270800513,email:gak_brant@yahoo.com
            facebook:GODFRED KB ADJEI
                                                                       


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Under The Gun

Open your eyes.  Reinvent me. Heaven
Sent.  Flamed teardrops die gracefully
Above your heart.  How I hear the
Footsteps of the dead trample over us,
Yet we are both powerless to breath.

I fall from the face of the planet.
Reaching out for a passing star to
Catch me.  Oceans laugh at my plight.
Hide in the darkness, then turn their
Backs on me.  Offer themselves to 
Red-robed warriors.

Swallow that anger.  I know how it 
Tastes.  Chambered sorrow vented
At the frozen children.  The frenzied
Touch of ebony as it touches your
Face, like snow, it knows us all
Too well. 
Thirteen



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Protector

Dedicated to my uncle who never doubted me & loved my poetry

If you had met
My uncle Myrle
In a dark alley, 
You would have run away.

Standing 6’5”
He was larger than life.
He frightened those who 
Didn’t know him.

But he had a
Heart of gold.
He was like a
Giant teddy bear.

You felt safe and
Snug in his arms.
He made you feel delicate
Even when you weren’t.

My mother’s baby brother
Towered over her.
I have met few that
Matched him for size.

My uncle because of
Being only 11 years
Older was more like
A big brother to me.

Loving to a fault;
My caring uncle
Was very easily hurt.
But he hid it well.

My uncle promised me
That no matter what happened
He would be there.
Always protecting me.

I believe that he is,
Even now that he is gone.


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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


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To Sea

To Sea

I would like to think that
The big, white birds soaring
Over choppy waters
Or the way my camera captures
A straight, bold beam of light
Is a vision of sorts –
A gift from you,
To me.
This vision would say:
	“Hey!
		I’m still around,
Right here –
I linger where our bodies first touched on
Warm summer ground”
I would like to think that
You are watching us,
Now –
The strips of bark have become
Sea worthy vessels;
The children, captains of 
Sticks-and-Sand,
They run amok, marvelously
On this jutting peninsula
Just as, once, you and I.
I would like to think that
We haven’t lost touch –
Not really;
You are merely seeking solace in
Strong, biting winds as they
Blow by the dockside;
That you are merely warming
Wings yet too weak to
Fly.
I would like to believe that 
The caress of breath on my
Shoulder is you.
I turn.
You are gone.


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9/11

All the lives that died that day,
All the lives that were taken away.

All That time their families waited,
While they lied there and suffocated.

All the blood that was shattered and stained.
All the dead bodies that lied there and remained.

All the tears that were shedded,
And all of the hearts that were broken,
While the twin towers were burning and smoking.

All the fire-fighters run in and out,
While people would scream and shout. 

Crying and screaming, smoking and burning,
While bodies were flying and turning.

Families call with worry and wonder,
While all they could hear was thunder.

While call of friends with so much fear,
While watching the television and braking down into tears.


So many lives died that day,
But every year on 9/11, we take a moment of silence and pray.

No one will ever forget the north or the south tower,
Because we will always remember how no one was a coward.

All the burning of the towers flare,
But when the rubble was removed our flag was still there.

All the hearts that stopped on beating,
Began on freeing.

All those souls who died on 9/11,
Went to live with our lord in heaven.


By: Kara Buckler


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A Memorable Vacation, 1990

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