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Details | Concrete | |

BrokenHeart

..................   L  I                                  L  O
                Y            F                       Y             V                         
           M         H        E                M        G           E                
       F   O   R   E  V  E  R             E   T   E   R  N    A   L                    
     L     E    N    O    R    E          L     E    N    O    R     E
  E   N   T   W   I   N   E   D       E   N   T   W   I  N   E   D
 Always  with  my HearT  I         Always with true Feeling
Love You, my Dearest WIFE        ALWAYS with Emotions
My  Love grows like an oak        My  Heart beats for YOU
Mighty  and E v e r l a s t I n g       MY  TEARS  are  Real 
 YOU  are  M Y  STRENGTH         Yet My Heart still Aches
  FOR YOU LIVE in  ME            Though You live with GOD
   ETERNAL  B L I S S        YOU wear the gown of Angels
     INFINITE  P U R E        YOU carry my Heart in Yours
       You grow in my heart     EACH  and   EVERY   Day 
         The LOVE grows and   I am at  Peace KNOWING
            As  LOVE  Grows          In my  BROKEN Heart 
              Constantly Knitting        cracks and Fissures
                My  Dearest Beloved    Tenderly  Mended
                    Repairing Loneliness   My Wife Lenore
                       Angelically Smiles   Eternally Loved
                          MY Only Most        B E L O V E D
                              L  I  F  E        L  E  N  O  R  E
                                  Always      F O R E V E R
                                      YOU    My  Heartbeat
                                          Are   My   S O U L
                                              MY      W I F E
                                                One  Breath
                                                    N e v e r
                                                      Alone
                                                      YOU
                                                       And
                                                          I


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

God Gave You a Second Chance

God Gave You a Second Chance
 Not ready to leave this world with unfinished business determining the souls color; you’re on borrowed time! Prayers to heaven and words spoken from the heart brought perspective to what time remained. Fear and regret knowing this may be the end brought us closer than before. Always by your side loving, giving freely would now perhaps help spare your life adding color to your heart and soul.
The soul colored with Hope, Faith, and Love, the greatest being Love! I wonder have you given God what was expected for a second chance at life to color your heart and soul. Color determines the hearts purity and the soul’s condition. 
Souls are empty without love in the purest form; if you do not receive and give without fear, shame, or doubt!  From the outside looking in many colors of love surround your soul. I pray the love I give you understand the colors surrounding my heart and soul.
Love was holding you when death looked you in the face and love put death on hold! God and I give you Love. How do you face life and death now, with a heart and soul of vivid colors nourished by our love? God blessed us and we know what matters most. You now live your bucket list, God’s too.
Your list will end, mine too. Sharing with a loved one brings special meaning, understanding, and allows comfort taking away fear, pain, and panic. With unconditional love all’s shared. Colors of the soul glow, angels gather, and God gently lifts one unto himself. The guardian angels exit; slowly colors fade, a feeling passes the one left behind as the end has come. I imagine the colors of love in the heart and soul.
                                                                                                                                                             Debbie Knapp
		


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 | |

Forever Love

They sit out on the front porch,
with the grand-kids running  bout
As they rock back and forth,
they're still in love without a doubt
Many years they've had together
each one the other's friend
Their hearts are joined forever
though life, is at it's end
Beyond the age and wrinkles
they're still young and carefree
Hearts so full and happy
as the never-ending sea
Eyes still hold the flames
that have burned from long ago
Hand in hand they smile,
as they're rocking to and fro
His touch still warm and gentle,
he beholds his angel's face
The words so soft and fragile,
"I will always love you Grace"
Her hand he gently squeezes, 
and in an instant he is gone
She looks at the empty chair
that still keeps rocking strong
Sitting there alone,
she sheds a single tear
For many years he's been away
and now, her own end is near
A gentle breeze begins to blow
she feels his fingers through her hair
The time has come to re-unite
and finally leave this rocking chair
Bravely, she takes one last breath,
her lonely days now gone
No more to part from her true love,
together.....they live on


Details | Haiku | |

Texas Wildflower Haiku : Widow's Tears

sun’s heat sunders sand
clustered lanced leaves green hug
widow’s tears collapse

Widow’s Tears is the common name for Commelina erecta var. angustifolia, they bloom on 
Texas beaches in sand or clay, and have the characteristic of flowering early in the morning 
and fading by noon. The bloom in all seasons but I chose spring to be more commonly 
approachable. [1]

[1] Wildflowers and Other Plants of Texas Beaches and Islands, Alfred Richardson


Details | Couplet | |

Missing You

I look across the bed… you’re not there… you’re dead.
I look across the bed and see…you’re no longer next to me.

I reach over and try to feel your skin,
and remember all the joy there had been…

but my hands come back empty…trying desperately to hold on,
barely clinging to life now that your gone.

And I let out a cry I’m quite sure heaven hears,
Or will it linger in limbo for all of my years.

How lonely this bed, where imprisoned I lay.
How long can I take this day after day?

They say that in spirit your right next to me.
But that is no comfort for it’s blackness I see.

They say that it’s time to move on with my life,
But they have no clue of my pain and my strife.

You were my best friend, my angel, my love,
You were hand picked for me from above.

You were the one who’s soul I adored
Whatever I did you were there to applaud.

You alone knew me inside and out,
And the love that we shared left no one to doubt.

For you were my angel sent from above,
To care for, to lean on, to cherish and love…..

So I’ll go back to bed where imprisoned I lay,
And hope for a joy that visits someday.


Details | Dizain | |

Prolonged Exposure

I’ve covered the mirrors in our house
With colored sheets, while choking on grief
Black, blue, and green, to my bewildered spouse
Who has wondered what has become of me
And why suddenly I’ve begun mourning

He thinks that I’m a reflection of him
So he doesn’t notice the wounds within
The marring of my spirit’s complexion
Permanent, from his reoccurring sins
That have shaped me into his perfection

My face is clear so you would never guess
That person staring back isn’t me
Mirrors can’t show underlying distress
Only the lie he wants others to see
Not the despair slowly growing, steeping

Don’t look bewildered at my draping sheets
If you look, the nude is there, underneath
Reflecting the lie that it has become
Prolonged exposure to fisting complete
Now mourning the death of someone it loved


5/8-5/9/12
For "Your Birthday Suit" Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the grave, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young….
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


Details | Couplet | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Amber Liquid

Life without her soldier lover
Years in which she’ll not recover
From the news she got today
That her husband’s MIA
Not a trace of wreckage found
Just a note – his plane’s gone down
Now she’ll raise the kids alone
In a house not quite a home
Her husband just a memory
In her life that used to be
With ample amber liquid yet
She’ll try her best then to forget


Details | I do not know? | |

Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


Details | Narrative | |

Death Of The Saints

A cousin called the other day saying "Another cousin has passed away".

Well my husband said "How old was she.""

"Ninety-eight".

A stalwart woman who had served family and community well. Producing one child that 
became a missionary serving in a foreign land..

While talking the cousin asked "Did you know ______"?

My husband answered, "Well, I don't think that I knew them".

The cousin proceeded to tale this story.

"The man had been down with cancer for a while and passed recently..The funeral had been 
conducted and the hearse had gone on to the cemetary..The family car with the family was 
not to far behind..But when it pulled up, the wife of the deceased did not get out and the 
funeral home staff was gathering around..The funeral home director decided to go see what 
was going on ...."

The cousin said, " That this funeral home director told him". "That he had been in this 
business for thirty-five years and faced something that he had never had happen to him or 
any other funeral home director that he knew."

The funeral home director said, "When I got to the family car, I found the wife of the 
deceased had passed from a massive corornary."

She had said, "I don't know how I will live without him." She didn't have to learn. God called 
her home..

The roosters crow, the crows craw and are answered by the gobble of the turkey across the 
way..


Details | Free verse | |

My Bride of the Black Dress

My bride of the black dress,
Come to me my dear,
Take my hand and kiss me,
My beloved bride,
Soon the wedding will start,
And we shall be wed,
Now wait for me,
Wait for me,
My love is never ending,
Your deathly white skin,
And boney arms are beautiful to me,
So wait for me my bride,
I shall join you soon enough,
But first let me remove this dagger from your heart,
My beautiful bride of the black dress,
Our heaven awaits.


Details | Rhyme | |

anniversary

this is inspired by a picture of a guy looking at a piece of bread with one candle 
on it,  http://allpoetry.com/amyrowsell

today would be our first wedding anniversary
but I lost her, a month ago
a guy was driving drunk and crossed the line
that night he took the life of mine
you think that they would learn 
driving is a privilege you have to earn
I hate him for what he has done 
he took away a mother from me and our young son
nobody wins when people drive drunk 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I snapped

(This is a fictional poem)

I've never been happy because I've endured one tragedy after another.
It began at the age of six when I lost my father and mother.
Three years ago my wife blew her brains out right in front of me.
That's probably going to be the most horrifying thing I'll ever see.
I had a bad breakdown after her death and life was very grim.
My kids were taken from me because I could no longer take care of them.
Two years ago I snapped when I went to a diner with a gun.
I opened fire and when I was finished, I had killed everyone.
Now I'm in an insane asylum and I'm wasting away.
I'll rot in here for the rest of my days.


Details | Rhyme | |

Crystal Tears

Every night she prayed for something
To make a change in her life
Knowing when he came home again
He would claim her as his wife
 
She had to do as he wanted
Never dared to refuse
Knowing that would only get her
Another painful bruise
 
Her silent tears fell like crystals
From a broken chandelier
She screamed, but only in her mind
So he could never hear
 
Those terrible years ended for her
When he was driving like a fool
He was so drunk he missed his turn
And drowned in the neighbor's pool
 
That night:
 
Her joyful tears sparkled like crystals
On a golden chandelier
She laughed out loud, not caring
If the whole, wide world could hear. 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Wedding dress

(This is a fictional poem)

I stare at your wedding dress because that's all I have left of you.
You broke my heart when you died back in 2002.
Tears come to my eyes and they roll down my cheeks.
You were one in a million, you were truly unique.

You always made people happy even when they were sad.
All that keeps me going are the memories of the years that we had.
As I stare at your wedding dress, I feel so much misery within.
You ruined me for all other women, I'll never fall in love again.


Details | Free verse | |

The Loss of a Farmer of Man

The rivers of life are most dear to those with young.
These rivers supply life, ensuring the survival of what is most precious.
It is when the river runs dry; the last drops of liquid are tears...
Tears of all that is lost.

The fertile soil soon dries and becomes barren.
The efforts of man are unable to save the farm.
This farmer... a farmer for man... lost what is most dear.
His vision for the future has died.

The farm itself screams in pain as the river flows away.
Her life is leaving and she is unable to save what grows beneath.
What is most dear to the farm is dying.
Her life, everything she wanted... now stripped from her.

Such farms all have a gate that closes them to the rest of the world.
As the farmer stands staring at the sign above the farm... remembering that night.
He came from no where with no reason... stabbing his wife in her stomach and 
heart.
His memory, while staring at the sign..."Here lies both a loving wife and future 
mother."


Details | Verse | |

I'm Going Home

,

Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011

VISIT US AT: http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Elegy | |

The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)


Details | Bio | |

Jessica McCord: Selfish Assassin

It was February 2002 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF No Way Out), that Jessica McCord and her then-husband, Jeff, killed Alan Bates and his new wife, Terra. Before their deaths, Alan "A.B." was in a custody battle against his ex-wife to have determined who'll have gotten full custody of their two daughters (born in 1990 and '92). The custody hearing might have taken place in November 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, WWF Rebellion, and WWF Survivor Series), but not until December 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF Vengeance), when the lady had spent that time in jail for skipping custody hearings more than twice. It seems that Jessica had disapproved of both of her daughters having the late Terra for their step-mother. the only two things that describes Jessica McCord are selfish and a coward. She selfishly pulled both of her daughters out of their respective schools, she hid them away so that her late ex-husband couldn't gain full access to them, and/or whatever. So, the fact that Jessica McCord had used her own daughters as a pair of pawns as if she's been playing a game of chess had made the late Mr. Bates, the attorneys, and Birmingham Police officers of Birmingham, Alabama, very sick. The lady, Jessica, was afraid that the judge would grant Alan and his new wife, Terra, full custody of the girls, so she and Jeff killed them; thereby dumping both of their bodies in a burned-down car outside Atlanta, Georgia (aka Hotlanta, aka Dirty South, and aka ATL). Jessica McCord may have tried to label her late ex-husband as a bad guy, but no one bought it, not even her in-laws, the prosecutors, and the judge. She knew that she and her husband were going to get caught; they knew it. And where is Jessica McCord as of February 2003 (WWE Raw, WWE SmackDown!, and WWE No Way Out/World Wrestling Entertainment's first 'No Way Out' pay-per-view event, ever)? She's in prison, along with her then-loser husband, Jeff McCord, serving a life sentence in prison with no possibility of parole. Ms. McCord should've gotten the death penalty, but that's the way the law works. And as far as the Bates family, the entire community of Birmingham, and the two daughters are concerned, prison is exactly where they belong. Well, it looks like the ghosts of Alan and Terra Bates will be haunting the two-then McCords for life. Let's hope that the Bates sisters don't suffer the same fate their father and step-mother did. And if I see the Bates sisters in person, there's just no telling.


Details | Epitaph | |

The Perfect Woman

The Perfect Woman

“She loved me- she loved me not” 
And she sung “Stand by Your Man”
When the moment was right 
She would wiggle a bit  
Taking my manly hand
Of course she could cook
 I married her biscuits
 I did I did I did
The perfect women the one I married
Her voice no longer gets mad 


Details | Alliteration | |

My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


Details | I do not know? | |

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)






Details | Rhyme | |

A Tempting Fate

(Inspired by the humorous short story, "Angel Of The Odd", by Edgar Allan Poe.)



This young man had just been visiting his mother,
His wife disapproved of spending his time with another,
He grabbed his coat and hat, but not an umbrella,
For, he was quite an unwise and careless fella.

The rain began to pour with thunder and lightning,
This foolish man did not find it a bit frightening,
He was looking forward to a warm hug and a kiss,
Although, it was her cooking that he really did miss.

He quickly jumped over puddles and leapt the gate,
But, little did he know, that he was tempting fate,
He knocked and pounded his fist on the front door,
The house remained dark, though it never was before.

Now, all that he needed to do was simply unlock it,
But, he found the key was no longer in his pocket,
He picked up a rock and shattered the window pane,
It didn't matter to him, if he disturbed their entire lane.

He cooked and ate his dinner, now he wanted dessert,
In his mind he thought, what could one more bite hurt?,
The young man could not silence the feeling to crave,
Yet, that is what would put him right into the grave.

His wife's specialty was a heavenly, angel food cake,
And, into this one, a secret ingredient, she did bake,
A drop of deadly poison to keep her husband at home,
For, she never liked the idea of being left all alone.

He was very much in love with this pretty, young baker,
Yet, she had planned a date with the local undertaker,
Her selfish plans to tempt him, had worked all too well,
His new home, six feet under, is now where he would dwell.




Written February, 27th, 2014  For Craig Cornish's contest - "Angel Of The Odd"


Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

You Didn't Even Say Goodbye

Why did you just get up and go away?
I thought that you would be here for me every single day
You did not even say goodbye
And if things went wrong, why did you not say "Lets try"?
I sit by my window and I am all alone
I am sitting there waiting and you don't even phone
What shall I do for the rest of my life?
When I thought we'd always be together as husband and wife
So as I sit by my window, I know in my heart
That we'll be together again, because we were never meant to part
Then as I look out of my window
In another world I can see
We will be together as it was always meant to be


Details | Free verse | |

Overheard - A Heavenly Conversation - Part 2

Well, Father, he is a bit like ; Like Thomas, Yet he’s not even sure of his Doubt
For more than once, he’s called us out, but in his rage, the benefit of his Doubt
His Heart longs to know, how long SHE will Glow, if he must walk the road “Below”
To his Eternal World of Pain, hate, Sorrow, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow; he will go
His Heart is here, with US, his LOVE is True and Just , the doubt in his Heart, shall Die
His LOVE is real, for still he calls to YOU , Through ME His LOVE Eternal his Wife LENORE
                      Lives with us, She too is Lonely for his LOVE

                                        To be Continued


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost I Knew

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.


Details | Rhyme | |

Forever and A Day

Sweetheart, you've gone to be with God!
Deep down, I know it's best.
Your pain and suffering's ended,
you're in a peaceful rest.

Cigarettes, destroyed your lungs
and caused your tragic end!
For months, you struggled breathing,
which was hard to comprehend.

So many cherished memories,
I have, of me and you!
But, now you're gone and I'm alone,
I don't know what to do!

It's gonna take some time to heal,
at least, that's what they say!
I know it won't be easy,
I'll just have to hope and pray.

I stare across, my lonely bed,
to where you used to lie.
I try to wish you back again,
but, all I do is cry!

So, I have your ashes in an urn,
right beside our bed!
That's where they're gonna stay, Sweetheart,
just like we always said!

Right now, my future's kinda bleak!
I realize, that's true!
To carry on without you,
will be, near impossible to do!

I keep thinking, I'll get over this!
I keep thinking, there's a way!
The only problem is, my love'
it'll be, forever and a day!

Note:  Dedicated to, Una, my loving wife
of 54 years, who passed away on
5/7/13.




Details | Senryu | |

Death of the Bride of a Frankenstein

His lovely monster

Stitched and gilded fell apart

From his staunch patterns


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Without Fail

He is driven to the Day Hospice each week without fail, Walking with a cane, hunched over, tall, thin and very frail. He kisses his wife goodbye and touches her hand as she leaves, Although she reassures him, the loss of her presence he perceives. Even as cancer invades his body and steals his last rational thought, He rambles on with his stories, the appropriate word is sought. Sitting on the couch with others, he tries to join the conversation, Topics always lead to his wife, he points to the vase with the carnation. He reminisces about volunteering and the bible classes they taught, Then suddenly he gets up to leave, tears running, becoming distraught Demanding his wife be able to attend this place to receive the loving care, Weeping he whispers, my wife deserves this so much more, it’s only fair, Unable to settle, always keeping a watchful eye on the door for his wife, Longing for the most important person, she has been the center of his life. For love is always present, for those who have been loved, you believe, Love that is true does not disappear, even in illness or when you grieve.
**Day Hospice is a day program provided to dying patients where they share friendship and games, and are provided a fine dining meal. It allows the caregiver (family) a day of rest. Placed 10th in Contest for Poems that have lost in other contests.


Details | Ballad | |

The absence of touch

The absence of touch attaches itself 
To the narrow whisper of his heart beat. 
Footprints echo in loving embrace 
Of his fathers mummified conscience
There are memories that rise like the sun 
On days when the leaves aren't kept
There are days when the rain won't come
All he wants to do is look outside And see him starring back.


Details | Couplet | |

Don't Give Up

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


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Couplet | |

I Lost the Love of My Life Today

I lost the love of my life today
I held her hand as she slipped away.

Although my heart wished she would stay
I told her to go, that I’d be ok

for her suffering was too much to bear
And to wish her here would not be fair.

I lost the love of my life today
I’m struggling hard to find my way

She was the one who held me strong
When life was tough and all went wrong.

She was the one whose strength I clung
She was the one my soul had sung

And now she’s gone and I’m on my own
And alls I hear is this endless drone

My mind is numb and my body weak
My soul it has no words to speak

I lost the love of my life today
I Don’t even have the strength to pray

Except to say “dear God Oh WHY”
Why in the world did she have to die?


Details | Sonnet | |

The End

She just closed her eyes and that was the end
No tearful goodbyes not even a word
And all of the whys they were never heard
There were no more lies we had to defend

So ended our show and all it incurred
So far beyond woe no teardrop to rend
My mind won’t know it chose to pretend	
So great was the blow it must be absurd

My memory ran to our special place
Where kisses began in days of our youth
Where once a young man discovered his dawn

No future in sight just one empty space
Which stole all my light this vision of truth
So began the night for now she is gone


Details | Rhyme | |

A Nightmare

I staggered and weave to my bedroom down the hall
Good night JACK, as I swallow, drop the bottle, and fall
I Kick off my shoes, mumble my Prayers, “Maybe Tomorrow” 
I awake in the thickness of night, with a shattered Heart of Sorrow 

I hear whispers of my name, Who’s there? On goes the overhead light
My eyes search the room, no one is there; yet I feel an eerie presence
I ponder a moment; with a click I return to the labyrinth of the night 
Suddenly the stench of Death filled the room, fiery burning, evil incense

A whisper becomes a soothing voice; “Walk with me, Talk with me”
“Tell me how can YOU still LOVE YOUR Wife?, she bought a Life of Sorrow”
“I have washed my hands in the tears YOU Cry : Your Soul is very important to me”
“May I offer You Eternity, if You will follow me, I want to be Your GOD ; Tomorrow
                                                To be Continued

Author’s Note ; It took me 3 weeks to write this. I want to Thank Everyone for recent
Comments Soon I will spend time Commenting to all of MY POETIC Family. With LOVE
ALWAYS and FOREVER, YOUR Eternal Liege… HG


Details | Rhyme | |

A Brief - Grief Document

Still YOU can hear the Sobbing, Throbbing, Heartbeat of A Broken Heart
YOU can feel Her Sorrow, Swallow Sadness, flowing : the contour of Her Face
The Tears in Her Eyes, Sighs of Suffering Alone Now; Yet NEVER APART
She Walks the Rainbow, Below the Gates of Heaven, HER FOREVER enters Grace

Inspired by “ Anne Rutherford “
Dedicated in Memory of HER FOREVER and ALWAYS ; “ HUSBAND “


Details | Free verse | |

I have to say Good-bye - Part 3

My Imagination Wanders  : To Be beside “YOU my Dearest Most Only Beloved Lenore”
Yet: I crawl through the crevices of the Graves, to Deep Craters, of my Living Hell
My Dearest “Nubbies“  , I was the Cribbage Champion ,the Day YOU Entered Glory
It’s so Black now, I can see the Scarlet Embers Leading  me to the Lake of Flaming
                                     Blood Red Tears

All my Dreams of Heaven’s Glory, of Our "Eons FOREVER"; Will never touch my Eyes :
I’ve  come, to an eerie meadow , where Black Flowers Bloom Shadows of FORGETTING
My Dearest Most Only Beloved Lenore, Your Scent in my nostrils; Voice  in my Ears:
You keep me Warm, in the freezing, Flames of Hell; Your soft, Auburn hair in my hands

                                                           To be Cont.

Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire

Dedicated to my Fellow POETESS’ and POETS at POETRYSOUP
                             Thank-YOU : TPS


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

The Pride of the King - from the epic 'The peasant and the prince'

Let not the pain of death enter my body
I the Pharaoh, son of the gods
Here my wife, who is the daughter of the Nile
The daughter of Isis sits beside my throne,
Is she not beautiful?

I live and roam the abode of the gods,
In eternity I stay with the majesties
Of the immortal gods
Mortality has no hold of me
I alone carry the staff of Osiris,
Behold! I judge thy weight of the heart,
With that of the golden feather
Thoth that measures thy heart shall tell me of thy hearts content.
If I find thy heart lighter than the feather;
And find thy honesty,
I shall let you enter the heaven of the gods and goddesses.
If not, than, a beast to devour thee, waits for the dishonest.
Know me by my throne, made of gold
I am cloth with ornaments made of jade and sapphire,
White silk of clothing, with jewels from far away lands.
Anyone that dear look down upon me shall die
And those that despise me, shall fine their homes burned down,
with fires from heaven.

Who am I? I have asked thee
Look at Anubis, the son of Nephthys bringer of death.
Do you await him to bring me great sorrow?
Shall he warp me with a yard of cloth?
Shall I find peace in death and my fate be judge by him?
If so, I have a place among them. 
My afterlife is in paradise, their awaits a bundle of joy
With music of the immortal, with harps, lutes, lyres
And servants to tend to my every need. 

But even if I die, the weight of mine own heart, shall be as light as a feather.
For I know mine own honesty.
As I sail across the sandbank of Apophis,
I have my guide, Ra, the god of the sun to light my path
No monstrous serpent of chaos shall wreck his boat,
The boat in which, I am in.

So, I ask thee, traveler from the west
What is thy business with a god?
Look at my palace, is it not magnificent?
Has is not, the decoration and flowers that surpasses all human designs?
I have built these with rocks
Sands was the foundation of my legacy,
Shall all things compare to that of the passed days?
I carry the burden of my glory, and yes, it is heavy.
But will such foundation as the sand be strong enough to hold against the tide? 

Love is abiding that is true, but only in those who welcomes it.
My love for my beautiful wife, oh! How well have I been treated
With love from her is better than any pleasure a man can have.
Faithful to the gods or my wife? that I know not.


Details | Acrostic | |

The Other Visitors

Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee
Haunted horror our home assumes to be
Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed

Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold
Tyra...my wife, and child walk old of cold
Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold
Entered at ease our evenings to ahold
Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled!

Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor
Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor?
She speaks to me a low and lurring breath
I notice now the fog below my breath...
To be or not to be, I question death!
Oh God, must I travel her telepath?
Reciting how death of sick wife and child
Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled


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 | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Free verse | |

Regret

Regret

I regret many things in my life.
Not been able to spend more time with my wife the love of my life.
I regret not been able to stay close to my mom and my dad, they were 
All I had, my childhood memory, that yellow truck my dad got me.
How wonderful life is when you are young, when you try to reach up to the sky.
Everything seems so tall that was my challenge to grow old. 

I regret not been there when my dad died. He loved me the most out of us nine!
I took care of him, helped him when he was weak, he used to tell me I don’t want to die I can’t leave. You are still young; I said: “hey are you serious dad”? “I have three kids!...I'm 53"
But I know he was too soft. He hated the thought of dying, he loved been with us just to make sure we're ok.

I regret when my mom died. She still bring tears to my eyes, my heart still bleeds
At the memory of her smile. When I need a back scratch she had the roughest hands
House work and cooking that she didn’t mind at all. I loved her all my life and when she got very sick she became like a child. Talking about why she can’t see in color any more?

It’s difficult to explain to a sick person especially your mom, you breakdown before you even start to tell her.

I regret when my wife fell sick with the big C, I questioned every little thing, to me I was always right in doing the right thing. How and why kept popping up every time I wondered
This thing happened too fast, it took me by surprise.
I blamed myself for not listening, when she complained about her agonizing pain, I thought it was just the same.

I regret many things in my life.
I thought If I can get a second chance, I would change it all again!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Senryu | |

Soon

       I see Her image
She wipes the tears from my eyes
"Welcome Home, My LOVE"

"Welcome Home My LOVE"
The sonnet of Lenore's voice
Singing in my ears

Singing in my ears
For the eons of ALWAYS
Dissapating Tears

Dissapating Tears
I had cried throughout my youth
Dried Forevermore

Dried Forevermore
The oceans of my sorrow
My future begins

My future begins
Through the Pearly Gate,I walk
  I see Her Image









Details | Verse | |

His Gentleness

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

Copyright McCuen 2009


Details | 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 | Rhyme | |

Sad Love Poem

Committing suicide is a sin in every religion,
What should I do? When my love became successful region.

Relatives says that I'm depressed about something,
Losing weight, life, enjoyment and everything.

My life is with extreme of pain,
And I have nothing to gain.

Everybody want to see my face of smile,
How can I? When you are away thousands of mile.

I remained mystery to every mind,
Because, World don't have proper bind.

Some humans think, I'm a fool,
Poor humans there thought are pool.

Please, give me a life of bell,
Otherwise, I'll become a dry well.

You won't come out of prank,
To approve all that I'm a crank.

Don't use wrong ways to dominate,
If you use more, I'll easily terminate.

You've own reasons and you're weak,
I too have a thing at peak.

I was a man of civil,
And you made me a little devil...


Details | Free verse | |

passion and persuation

The Illuminating path's Serenade my Vision, The Blindening Rays of faithful horizon leap into me, Our Memories of togetherness clasp me to the loop of life, still I am lusting to cross-over and meet the Chaismatic-End!! After which,our souls will intertwine and remain in enlightened glory forever! Life had been an autumn full of blossoms, My love lay in my arms in unrequited glory, life was a maze of puzzled quotes, the dooming evil recruited you into its gloomy shadows, and i learn't my first chapter about death. DEATH is a slow poison gushing through time and seeping through seconds, Blistering a thousand souls, abandoning a many infants, sucking away the more needed ones, Thwarting pain and inflicting illicit wounds. BUT losing hope means losing "US" At a jerk,our infancy angel crosses over with warmth, And the hallucinating illuminating paths fade away!! And i realize my quest in this unfarthomable journey, TO LIVE,LOVE AND SUCCEED DEATH!!


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

He Needs Depends

Attention, attention! Paging Dr. Death
Your appointments here may I send them in
Go on you will see the sign it reads “fin”
Please, all the way down the last door on the left
The doctor will help you complete your quest
Welcome my dear, relax remove your pin
Take off your clothing place it in the bin
Now lay down shut your eyes take a deep breath
Euthanasia come on down bring a friend
Comatose no worries if are you his wife
Yes I am he’s had a wonderful life
I’m sure he feels it’s a means to an end
No longer will I have to deal with the strife
Or the underwear he wears he needs depends


Details | Free verse | |

Into Winterberry Ash

Caught upon an evening Pass the arms on edge Of rocking chair trails reeling Sipping away into fairy tale Wild off, cool life teas Melting ice, and lemon veranda breeze By and by bloomers chase In and out, of innocent days To the last of Indian summer And brittle beneath awakes Crying boards that ever creak As all familiar remembers A voice bone deep, is missed Rattles toward the center And out pass the winds and placid lake September “Oh, dear Evelyn” our dreams Hung under wind chime tingles Trace love amid soft autumns twinkle No longer songbird melodies braid In early morning after children Now shadow, in the splashes of sunning place Timepiece is now the empty grass Once with, now without you As I end a road that leads nearer to your path And sooner wither folds Under snow, bird angels holding hands High into winterberry ash


Details | Limerick | |

Roman Wedlock

A baby, pious, was born by aide
He named it Gaias, and felt like a jade
While he cried,
Cause mommy died.
His wife hired yet another maid. 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Veiled Black Lace Hat

Clare's hands were clasped upon her lap,
upon her crown, a veiled black lace hat.
A shattered calm she wore;
that took on strength
self-steadied after several drinks

If one dared look closer, to penetrate -
then one would see through the black veil's lace,
and reveal a woman, blank of face,
that long ago had left this place.

Clasped hands 
on which shine a
diamond ring
lustre lost, 
as do those things
that shine, then dull.
A lover's token 
which she pushed and pulled.

Parades of people floated past
condolences said and sent
as people slowly came and went.

Clare remained
with hands still clasped upon her lap
diamond dully staring back.

All had gone, as had he,
as Clare fell to her knees
face pale and pasty white
searching for that brilliant light
that never came. 

Clare stumbled out into the night
guided by vodka and
lace veiled sight

alone again; Clare cried insane
until a large sum of money came
as did twice before
when on her finger
shone a diamond ring -
lustre lost - as do those things
that shine, then dull
that push, then pull

In her closet, near the back
waits a favorite
veiled black lace hat


Details | Rhyme | |

Wakin' Up Dead

I woke up one morning,
A pain rose through my head;
I looked down at the mattress,
And saw that I was dead!

My wife stood there crying,
While the kids loudly wept;
Somehow I had slipped away,
That night I'd soundly slept!

Those who truly hated me,
Were suddenly my kin;
Oh, how worldly possessions,
Makes them forget your sins!

Ripping through our front door,
Like a big ol' rabid bear;
They took my simple clothing,
Even my favorite chair!

My flat screen and computer,
Waltzed right through the door;
Those dirty, rotten savages,
Stepped back in for more!

My wife called the cops,
They arrived in an hour or so;
The scene was a mini battlefield,
As they joined in on the fiasco!

Pictures, lamps, and dishes,
These animals didn't care;
They took the last roll of toilet paper,
Who said that crap was fair?!

Both cars were missing,
No one cares about the dead;
I was stripped completely naked,
While I laid there on my bed!

Thank God these human rodents,
Never returned for more;
All that remained for my family,
Was a box spring on the floor!

Although I never died that day,
I embraced a nightmare's chill;
I dashed for a pen and paper,
Then started on my will!




Details | Haiku | |

Bells and Cries

A lovely lady;
Growing inside, a new life.
A man in a tux.

Another bell rings now.
Final grades, balanced college offers,
Off to another adventure.

Damp ground, headstones.
Growing inside, a new life,
Done with their adventures.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


Details | Quintain (English) | |

To a Ghost of a Rose

Another time and place we said ‘I do’,
The word love meant forever you and me,
Eternal destiny came into view,
Only in my arms could you ever be,
Only in your kiss could I fly so free.

A promise made and shared throughout all time,
Yet we knew the coming of pain and strife,
And all too soon another ritual rhyme,
My pathway home is the journey of life,
Until the day I see my darling wife. 





Form: English Quintains


Details | Rhyme | |

WAKE UP

Do not sleep, in the Mysteries of  “ LIFE “
For You may find: You have Lost Your WIFE
Imagine the devastation   : that tears Your Heart in TWO
A PAIN inflictive in a History of My “ LOVE for Y O U “ 

Do not sleep, in the Fantasies of  “ LIFE “
For in those Dreams, YOU will lose Your WIFE
Feel the cold steal blade, stabbing into a Lifeless Heart 
Seer the Flesh : with the fires of Hell, that burn a Broken Heart

Do not sleep, in the Destruction  of “ LIFE “ 
In the aftermath , when the sea stole my WIFE
When the sky was Darken, with FOREVER Grief
Will the Heaven God promised me, be my Relief

Do not sleep, in God’s Everlasting Gift of LIFE
For You would miss the Joy,  of FOREVER with Your “WIFE “
                             Eternal LIFE
                        WITHOUT a WIFE
                           Has to be Hell
                             WAKE UP !!

Author’s Note : A  Fortieth Anniversary POEM
          For My Beloved “ L E N O R E “


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Love You

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


Details | Free verse | |

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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away with the sun

Its getting late
but you already came 
and while you were here
things never change 
you lay with me
and tell me your words
then you leave 
and I feel hurt.
Its not you that hurts me 
but the sound of the door
closing behind you 
I know for sure 
you'd like to stay 
but you never do
I'm left alone 
missing you. 
These days its more frequent 
you leave so much
that you're gone more hours 
than the day brings sun
and I have begun 
to feel so numb
when the door closes 
another night I run
far away from the thoughts I have 
because its killing me to look
at my empty hands
I remember when we were on the sand 
you told me you loved me
but you weren't my man 
and so I walked, feeling okay
but too many months 
now I want you to stay
Am I selfish?
asking too much?
You only visit me an hour
after dusk
and I must go on
but should I stay?
when you see me sometimes
but its always too late.


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Love is the Pits

Our story takes place in the mid sixteen hundreds,
Filled with (not so) fresh corpses and newly beloveds.
The stench of Black Death had choked all of London, 
Moulding its streets into plague ridden dungeons.

As parents and children lay weeping and rotting,
Behind closed doors the perverts were plotting.

A young married man named Edward C. Brock
Felt his dear wife wasn't enough for his 
Cocksure and creepy and lacking real wealth,
He'd also just recently suffered ill health.

On one sordid night he was in bed with a maid,
She was unconscious and blotchy - been struck with the plague.
Then in burst his wife upset and aggrieved,
'You wretched little man - this time I shall leave!'  
'But, darling!', he cried 'There's no need to be laconic!'
'Her relationship with me is purely bubonic!'

She screamed and stormed out, slamming the door,
'Good riddance to you and your riddled young *****!'
Edward turned to the maid and stared into her eyes,
smirking and twitching as he fondled her thighs...
'How come you're so wet yet so steady and calm?
Oh wait, I know - its burst boils on my palm'
Nevertheless he wiped the foam from her lips,
Ran a hand up her top and wrestled his zip.
'What the dickens!?', he spluttered, 'I'm sorry my nymph,
It seems all this commotion has made me go lymph.'
But a short while later,
Both were quite stiff.
For a bed with no action
There was one hell of a niff.
The bells won’t be ringing for their wedding of glitz,
They’ll be signalling to them that love is the pits.


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Ode to H.W. Longfellow

  
		
In his chest, his heart to bare.
All the pain and sorrow there.
   
Fire! Fire!  Everywhere!
Screaming! Crying! In despair.
   
Vailiantly dashing the flames he chased.
The fire melting his loves life, cotton and lace.
            
Scars to hide, upon his face. 
Still Henrys quill went on to trace
.            
"The Cross of Snow", a sweet sweet lay.
Of the wife he lost on that sad day. 
            
His thoughts of Fanny would harken him.
And is now at rest, with his mighty pen.......
 
 
 
 
 
 


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The Deadly, Fatal Kiss Of The Spider Woman

After she drank his bitter wine of selfish, pathetic love
She slyly sang him her haunted chant 
"The laughs on you", she crooned in her soft malicious tune

At times, she could act with chicane
She had many charms when treated well...
Deadly ones - when not
Oh yes...
She herself may at times have sinned
But he-had the stain of evil, paltry love

Now...Inside her gossamer labyrinth she lay
Carefully, diligently spinning her web
Revealing nothing-and everything
She'd weave her silky snare inside his heart
Laying her toxic eggs of betrayed despair
Spinning her poisonus venom of painful truth

Oh yes...
Her bite is deadly now
She could have been his 'Velvet Rose'
But, he crushed her petals rare
Ending her silken dreams
With his evil malicious schemes
Her spider's web became untethered
Attaching itself by a single thread
To his shoddy veil of evil, selfish love
    Now...She is the hunter
    And...He is the hunted
In the coming eve... 
She'd deliver her poisonous, lethal sting
He'd be noones's lover now
Her threads would cut his miserable flesh
Her deadly venom would seal his fate
Remaining nothing more
Than an ancient, slithering shadow
All along the castle walls

For some time a deadly secret she doth keep
"Revenge”, she whispers, while he sleeps
 
She was once his only lady
With ivory skin and beauty fair
She fed him nectar from her raven hair
His betrayal seared her hemorrhaged heart
She'd warned him with many words and fiery stares

"Thou shalt not indulge in wicked fare
Be ever so watchful, do not betray
Beware, where thou heart doth leave
Take heed" said she, "Just who thy seed deceives".

In her chamber dark at night, this maiden fair
Planned his demise with scourged nectar, bitter sweet
Stirring her venomous, poisonous treat
Or would dagger to his heart she’d plant
Bid him die a dark and painful lingering death
Upon his sleeping body that she'd leave 
As she crept silently into his chamber - 
These words she bitterly but victoriously said...

"Thou shalt betray no more. 
Thou has sinned against me...
Taken my love in shame
"Betray no more", she said".
     But now
Thou is thankfully, forever DEAD!"

Her silken threads had cut his miserable flesh
Her deadly venom had sealed his fate
    Now...he remained nothing more
Than an ancient, slithering shadow...
All along her castle walls

                                  ____________________________________
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Details | Rhyme | |

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty had a Great Fall 
His Winter was one of the best of them all
The Spring was a gift of Eternal Life
Summer reminds him of the Death of his Wife


Details | Sonnet | |

The next few moments

Jiggling keys,he gave his crown a scratch
then took another look at his watch.
"You're gorgeous, now please get out!"
for the 10th time he cried out loud.

Out she emerged, breathtaking, as always,
dropping baubles, tottering in her Jimmy's,
Smile still smeared, they left that hour,
unaware of the timed out counter.

Tyres screeched as he sped,
"take it slow honey"she requested,
when, an unexpected brightness grew larger,
until black, and then, everything grew calmer.

With excruciating pain he awakened,
looking around called, "Lauren!"
the teary faces dropped and nodded,
"We're sorry" , they whispered..

Suddenly lifted by a whiff of heat,
all he could hear was his own heart beat.
limped out, made a futile attempt to find his dear,
and crashed with thoughts of future fear.

Shutting the door behind him,
reminiscing love, life, past with grim,
clouds of  "what if" floating his self ,
whole world reduced into a tiny elf.

Moving on is most important at present,
Realizing a  reason, he may not accept,
 he still breathes, for that very reason,
And, taking care of himself will never be treason.


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Good-Bye Dreams of Life

My last Dreams of Life, Escape into  the Black hole of  ( DEATH )
My first dreams of death, wrap around me, devouring my last Breath

My last Thought of life, “I shall soon see my Dearest, Most Only BeLOVEd”
My first Thought of death, (Lenore and I entwined in God’s eons of FOREVER) “LOVED”

                 My Last Thought of Life, is My First Thought of Death

                                              To Be Continued
     YOUR Liege ALWAYS and FOREVER, with LOVE…HG (Harry)


Details | I do not know? | |

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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The Death of Laci Rocha-Peterson

It's been almost ten years to December 2002 since Laci Rocha-Peterson and her unborn son were killed by her loser husband, Scott Peterson. This case has haunted the lives of all of the citizens of a California town called Modesto; just outside of San Francisco. It seems that Laci's life was ended permanently too soon, especially when she had planned on giving birth to Scott's first born son, Connor. Both of her parents (her mom and step-dad) were angry, her brother was also angry and dismayed, the people were shocked and disgusted, and so on. Scott Peterson was afraid to be a father, that he never wanted to spend the rest of his so-called "life" with his late wife, and, on top of all that, Mr. Peterson was also afraid that his late wife, Laci, would find about his love affair with another woman named Amber Frey, so he killed her as a cowardly act. Laci Rocha-Peterson and her first born son really didn't deserve to die by the hands of her own husband, their own flesh and blood. She and her son had a whole life ahead of them, especially when her son, Connor, was about to begin the first day of school and stuff. But now that baby Connor and her mother are not on planet Earth and in heaven now, their family members, especially her parents and his grandparents, are still in a depressive mode. What kind of human being would want to dump his or her spouse in a body of water, let alone the San Francisco Bay? Who does that? The media, including the CBS Network, Nancy Grace, and the San Francisco Post were all over the Laci Peterson case, especially when everybody knew that Scott Peterson Selfishly killed his own wife and unborn son. What a coward he is and/or was. Scott may have had all of the ones he loved fooled, but when he walks into the death chamber and is executed by lethal injection, God will decide his punishment. And when He does, Scott Peterson will pay for what he did to his wife and own son, his own flesh and blood. The spirits of Laci Rocha-Peterson and her son will live on in their relatives' lives and through the hearts of the ones who knew her. May she and her son rest in peace.


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When LOVE is LOST

When LOVE is Lost and a Tear can not Cry
When Emotions in Dreams just pass YOU by
Does a Feeling of LOVE? ; make a Broken Heart, Sigh?
Does a Bleeding Heart? in its Death say "GOODBYE?"

LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...HG ( Harry )

                           To be Continued


Details | Ballad | |

So Little Time

If I had known how much I would
Have missed her  when she left,
I would have thought of deaths embrace
As robbery or theft.

If I had known how much I would 
Have missed her when she died,
I would have prayed dear Jesus please
Take me, but I just cried.

WHY DID SHE HAVE TO LEAVE ME!
WHY DID SHE HAVE TO GO!
WHY DID SHE HAVE TO DIE MY LORD!
WHY I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW!

She died so very suddenly
We did not have much time,
Though from the very day we met 
I knew she would be mine.

I loved her yes with all my heart
I prayed for her in life,
I prayed each day she would be blessed
I prayed she'd be my wife.

So lovely,tender,pure and free
I treasured all her love
She stored up for only me
This lady, was my dove.

Now I am left to wonder God.
Now I am left to pine.
Why did she die first Lord
Now when will come my time.

For fifty years in marriage 
Our hearts did intertwine.
She now has left to meet you God.
So very little time.


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HELLO JOHNSON, MY NAME IS RUTHIE YOUR NIGHTLY NURSE

I see that you have been in a coma for two days and I hope you can hear me,Johnson, I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there ant changes,Johnson,my name is ruthie your nightly nurse, and while I'm here with you I will see to it that you are giving the best care while you here,Johnson, I will clean your wounds and chang your bandages too and when I'm finished doing those thing I will comfort you,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there is any changed,with tears in her eyes, thses are her words, I going to sit right beside you,I'm going to write your wife and kids for you Johnson,I'm going to tell your wife how much you going to miss her and how she's going to miss you,I going to tell your kids that you love them and you wish that if it God will that you can be there to watch them grow-up,I'm going to hold your hand while you are here,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse ,I will be the person you will hear talking with you and I will be the last person to hold your hand, and I'll kiss you for your wife and kids and I'll tell them how good a soldier you was Johnson,I'm going to tell your parent that you are a brave soldier and that you love them very much,and I will also write and tell your conrade to always keep you in there heart,and Johnson when it's my time to go who will sit beside my bed? and hold my hand? and who is going to write my husband and kids and tell them how much I'm going to miss them and who is going to kiss me one last time???Johnson, my name is Ruthie, your nightly nurse It's time to unplug you from my machine, I can't check your vital anymore, I'm going to clean you and dress you in your dress blued and pin your awards upon your chest, and call for someone to bring your body out PVT Johnson will be miss. time of death 1400hrs. stay in a coma for five days....................this is dedicatedto Pvt johnson and his family and love ones......................SSG KIRT JACK


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Poetry About Poetry

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


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The Widower

Brittle bones crackle through the hall,
as I slowly trudge to an empty bed.
Outside my window dies a barren Fall,
and what survives but my Winter dread?

Slipping into the bitter-chilled covers?
shrinking beneath ‘til I’m cloaked blind.?
Despising the demons who steal our lovers?
like feckless butchers of the conscious mind.??

Death stares me in my jealous eyes,
withholds from me his seductive knife.
Does he not hear my bitter cries?
Why plague me with abandoned life??


Details | Free verse | |

Bon Voyage

tattered, yellow napkin
softly settles into the murky lake
as it absorbs it's last spill
our names in gold, still legible

this ring, never fit, seldom worn
"I love you" etched innermost
I know you do, I just couldn't say it much
now I can, but you don't hear

it's cold out, especially on the water
our favorite time, autumn's change upon us
our old craft, tattered sail I told you I'd fix
before your birthday that never came

now why bother, It's the final voyage
a muted splash as the ring follows
and I sit, shivering silently in the blue dusk
the cold urn between my knees

now raised, and poured
a cloud of dust, your earthly remnants
ashes to ashes to water to earth
our dreams unlived, dissolved like you

in the muddy waters we once loved
nothing left for me: no us, no time
I follow your lead, but not softly, not muted
a last gulp and it's really not bad

Sinking, thinking, wishing
watching our boat bobbing beneath
silence is screaming, I gasp
I'm warmed as I see your smile.


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The Widower

What is there too say now?
What is there to do this evening?
Nothing for I am without you,
I remember you, when my eyes first looked upon your brow and beautious eyes,
Your luxurious features and a heart of gold and platnium,
I am lost in a garden of cluelessness, and lost and forgotten.

My heart aches and shivers in the lone days of the mid December evenings,
You are gone and lost without a single trace,
But soon I had lost you for good and could never find you again,
I buried you in the gardens of the dead,
and the tears from my broken heart showered your grave.

Oh now I wish you were here,
To listen to my heart,
For it is out of tune and the orchestra is playing a slow melody,
and the chimes ring me to the dinner table,
To eat alone the lonely supper for the mourning of my woman.

So I eat alone tonight,
The house is quiet and empty,
The butlers and maids have gone home,
Nothing but lone, empty halls,
Once filled with love and music,
keep me company.

The slow music plays in my study,
I sit in my red chair,
I cry and cry again,
I read a book of poetry and think of you,
Not a life worth living without you.


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The Enlightenment of Loss

Last week my wife and I had to put 
our Lab Chow mix down. For thirteen 
years he was our friend and loyal companion.
As they injected the drug my wife comforted 
him and told him that it would be ok to just
go to sleep. The thought of the scene she
described overwhelmed me and I started
to weep for the pain was deep with-in.
My wife came home to comfort me for she 
is much stronger than I when it comes to loss,
then we comforted each other for we are one
in the eyes of God.
I started to reflect on the sacrifice that God 
made by sending his Son to bear the pain
and burden of our sin. The strength and self
sacrifice, love and compassion of that single
act is so amazing that it overwhelmed me and
the tears of revelation softened my soul.
In that revelation I gained the knowledge
that sacrifice and loss is what opens the 
doorway that leads to compassion.
We miss our dear friend but do believe he 
now lives in a place free of all the pain
and suffering.
We do believe that anything created by God
that shares so much of the heart will no doubt
live forever in our soul making him a part of our 
spiritual existence and a example of the words 
love, companion and friend.

We love you Rebel.




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Ninth Fable

 Ninth Fable 
Ninth Fable 
 
Tragic Love 
 
Internet Love 
 
The Love eye have for ewe is just the same as iff we wed. 
The feelings that she gives me are never filled with dread. 
But nothing she can dew would make me ever want to wind up dead but the 
living do the love they do the life time instead. Eye could walk the halls of memory 
and get depressed or eye could become a nun in convicted pleasure and rest in 
convent until death can dew us part death can give me rest but what of love. How 
can a man get so excited at a little green dot a few mouse clicks and then a cold 
white chat box. The ink is never wet upon mye crinkle paper yet there it is its love. 
When she smiles at me eye smile when she frowns eye weep a river of the 
stuffins kept inside it all comes flowing out to make a wrongful death seem 
somehow write the words upon the mended heart depart from worry and from 
woe and take the brand new start and soon it all works for love. Snow White she 
ate the apple and then fell to fast asleep but Charlax came to kiss her and 
awakened her to live. Prince Charlax kisses good. 
Live upon the creek bank fishing for dragonflies in a house of love. Mending heart 
of Charming. Making love in heart. Mye snow white turtle love my pookie 
pochoucntous love my internet thrall. We can have it all just hold on to my 
namme and love. 
Researchers have now proven that love can mend a broken heart. 



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Fresh Paint

The smell of fresh paint lingers
in my nose, in the air.
Crisp sheets lay smooth,
untouched with 
hospital corners.
I dreamed of holding you
in our bed.
A king size bed is too big for one.
Wedding gifts are strewn across
our dining room table.
I dreamed of eating together there
as man and wife,
candlelit dinners,
and meals with laughing children...
dreams that will never come true.
A family room quietly sits alone
without a family.
A yard waits outside for a garden
that will never be planted.
Nothing is as it seems.
Only my flowing tears are real tonight.
A new home, a new marriage...
but my other half is only here
in spirit.
Only one returned from 
our honeymoon...
I wish it was me who died that dark night.
The doctors said nothing could be done...
A silent killer stole you from sleep and from me
while I slept next to you...
nothing could be done,
a beginning and an end.
Life changes in a moment.
Now, our dream home is for sale.
The dream is gone.
I cannot bring myself to sleep in our bed,
so I make up the couch tonight...again.
My heart calls out for you.
My arms reach out for you.
I taste your lips on mine.
I smell you, see you, hear your voice
whispering my name.
Your touch lingers with 
the smell of fresh paint.



By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 29, 2012

*a work of fiction for If I Had a Broken Heart Contest



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Comfort

When I first met you I couldn’t leave you,
not even in my thoughts.
Nothing has changed.  You are still there.

Without you I was nothing.
With you, everything.
You made me.
 
If I wakened in the night, regardless of reason, 
I reached for you. Like a child in need of nurturing, 
the sight of you gave me comfort.
 
I recall combat in the sands of Desert Storm.
There you were, in my heart and mind.
Still, you gave me comfort.
 
I see you in our children. 
How they look and act. How they live their lives.
They are one with you as you are one with me.
 
We grew old together.
That was a blessing. Life was wonderful,
but only because I had you.
 
In the hospital when I was gravelly ill -
there you were, by my bedside.
You were the cure that I needed.
 
God made me say good-bye.
It hurts. I still cry.  
Yet, even in death you give me comfort.


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Abyss

When I needed you the most - you disappeared.......crawling into the vast belly of this dark, cruel, prosperous world.....leaving me alone to face the darkness and despair, forcing me to find my own light, while you wallowed in your own defeat and misery. But yet I survived, and thrived and surmised it was coming. You will always be a coward who walks the path of convenience and suffers silently for choices you regret. Forever regret, serving yourself a vicious serving of self-loathing daily. One day the darkness will succumb to the light, and the beams will shine upon your old, weak and weary face – but I won’t be there to share the warmth, nor will I celebrate the birth, I will remain distant and far………forever remembering your abandonment…..and forever will I not look your way; this stranger who now surfaced from the darkness, only to find himself sinking back into his dark abyss of loneliness and lost dreams.


Details | Free verse | |

heard

 Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more

 A thousand sounds a day I know
Only I can not hear it if they show

 The gaining of quiet stance
Bitter sweet the silence

 I could just not hear you anymore
I understand you sounds to my core

 Found myself straining to listen
Only to hear a blank shot angrily hasten

 When we come to sound out loud 
This is when I can face this crowd 

 Till then---

Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more




Details | I do not know? | |

Squandered Potential

Heaven holds onto my dreams gone awry Speculation as to how and why Serve to keep my anguish well Preserve my love in God’s hotel Sweep my kisses off to sleep Share my tears while spirits weep Echo’s of my broken goal Sound inside my tortured soul


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Choosing Forever

I listen to the crunch of gravel as I drive slowly down the center avenue of the cemetery.  I gaze at the headstones, clustered on either side, some showing their age, while all silently standing watch over those they honor.

I first came here two years ago while researching my family, to find the resting place of a great aunt.  That had been a sunny summer day and I was taken by the shade and shadow provided by the elderly trees that spread their wings of leaves over the landscape.  I was smitten by the beauty and the feeling of peace that surrounded me.

Today, my wife and  I have come for another reason. I've told her of this place and wanted her to see.  It is a gray and overcast day, a chill in the air, rain threatening to challenge the clouds.  The overseer said that we would find the section on our right after passing through the original grounds.  

I slow and stop, knowing instinctively that we have reached our destination.  Stepping from the car, we approach the stones of those who passed not so long ago.  The markers are sparse here.  Near the end of the second row, I see the two unmarked plots.  I remember asking about trees and am happy to see that a maple of young growth lingers near.  I don't know why that  is important, but it is.

My wife and I exchange words of acceptance.  We agree that we could be happy here, as if happiness is something that we hope to take with us.  Again, even given the gloominess of the day, I  experience the feeling of serenity I experienced before.  It is peaceful here.  I feel safe here.  I know that together, we have chosen our forever.


Bob Quigley
10/21/2011


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Dead silence

pictures available
we have phones
we have drink
we have all
and we try to keep us alive
because in fact we need a good woman.
and when we get home at night
turn on the light and we have no idea if something may happens too
wherever she may be
our eyes have that color
as can be love in the middle
and no
we are not so ignorant
're just blind.


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Heaven Is Where We Shall Be

Our love is true.
Our lives are through.
Now I am with you.
Now I can hold you.

My love for you
Had always knew
Here is where we’ll be anew.

Our love was true.
Our lives are through.	
Now you are with me,
Now you are all I see.

Your love for me
Filled me with glee.
Paradise our home to be.

Our love so true,
Our lives continue on through.
Now I embrace you,
Now I am filled with grace.

His love for you and I
Has given us wings to fly
Through His Kingdom’s sky.

Our love is true.
Our lives are through.
Now we thrive in eternal sleep,
Now we’re alive, Heaven ours to keep.


Details | Ballad | |

Henry the Eighth King of England

Henry the Eighth,
A tempestuous Tudor Prince,
Six marriages,
All doomed to toss in the sea of fate.

The fair Spanish princess was first,
Wedded to the King of England,
She died alone and rejected, 
Shut out of the warmth of his heart.

The temptress cometh,
A dark English maiden,
Seductively beautiful,
Her hold cannot last,
The tide swelled against her,
No male heir for England,
A silver sword stole her life.

Beautiful, far and modest,
Another English maid,
Destined to be the third Queen of England,
Succeeded where others couldn't
A son was born,
A mother and Queen fell,
Her shadow lingers in the palace still.

Fourth in line a German princess,
A Flander’s Mare the King pronounced,
Displeasing to his eye,
A marriage crumbles,
She lives to see another day.

A mischievous sprite,
Captures the eye of a King,
A voracious flirt,
She lost her head,
A fateful lesson learned and,
Paid for with her life.

Last in line,
A sweet and gentle woman,
She nursed him to the end.
His last breath was drawn,
A life snuffed out.

She lives to see,
His children inherit
A turbulent throne.
First the precious Prince Edward,
Then Bloody Mary,
Last in line- the Virgin Queen- Elizabeth.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mom's Death

I will always recall the day
my mom died.

She was in recovery for 
congestive heart surgery.
The work itself had gone well 
but brought on massive clots 
to the lungs.

I was an hour and a half away
and when I arrived, 
Mom was talking to the doctor.
He had tears in his eyes,
apologizing for getting hopes up 
where there was no hope now.
She looked him straight in the eye
and told him that she didn’t want to die.
But, if the Lord was ready 
the doctor didn’t need to cry.
“I know you did everything in your power 
to make me well”, she said. “So don’t you feel bad, 
don’t apologize for trying to help me.  
God is the one to have the final say.
I will resist going until my absolutely final breath. 
Because, I think that is what he expects of me.  
When I know it’s time I will be with him.”
The doctor left, I don’t know if he felt better. 
Probably not. He had promised her five more years.

I stayed and talked to mom for a while, 
before my brother came back in.
“Now Bunky, you know your brothers
are not as strong as you.  
You will have to help them through this.  
That is what I know you will do.”  
I said “yes Momma,” 
no longer fighting the wetness profusely rolling down my cheeks.
“Where’s Carolyn” she said of my wife. 
“I called her and she is on the way shortly. 
She will get here as soon as she can.” 
My brother came back in 
and I went out to the doctor again.

He said her lungs were completely clogged 
and she would slowly suffocate.  
But, it would be painless because she could breathe.  
She just couldn’t process the air.
She would simply go to sleep.
And that is the way the next four hours went,
with Mom going little by little.  
She napped, 
and woke up once in a while 
to ask about my younger brother 
and his wife and my wife. 
Telling all how much she loved them. 
She slept a little longer each
time she closed her eyes
and finally the only one not 
there was my wife.  
We thought a couple of times she had passed.  
But the nurse said she just wouldn’t give up. 
She sunk so low they couldn't find a pulse
or read blood pressure. 
I don’t remember how they knew she was not gone.  
Finally just before my wife
came in they actually didn’t know 
if she was still alive.
My wife came in and Mom spoke.
“Carolyn, Carolyn", very weakly and 
they talked softly for a while and Mom died. 
She had held on beyond a readable pulse.  
Beyond blood pressure. 
To tell my wife good bye. 


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A Zombie Heart

The heart, between love and dark driven apart.

From the very first to the very last,
to the future and from the past.

From the begining of the end,
to wars waged out of love instead of sin.

My heart wicked and bitter filled with hate,
people said i could never love, but i love me, i throw into the debate.
No remorse, no sorrow for the wicked, for humans i believed it was too late.

I believed all people deserved what they sowed into the world, and they sowed death.
I thought about how beautiful it would be till the world burned into ash, and nothing was left.
In my eyes this world was done and over, it was already F'd.

But that was then, when my heart was filled with sin. And this is now.
I often wonder what happened, to my brutal state. My twisted mind gone, but how?
Once I stood before people, robes of blood and death. Worshipped, to me they bow.

I guess, even I, should remain honest. The Dead King's heart burst into life.
I fell in love, not the kind where it feels like a gut wrenching twisting knife.
But the kind, where to her, I want to be kind. And make her my dark queened wife.
For her, I would make her life easy, she would never know any strife.

The first look at her, when we fought, how she smiled covered in blood and clots.
I knew than, i was in love, my heart racing. My head thumping covered in knots.
How we turned to and away from each other in our onsloughts.
The more we hated and pulled away the closer we grew, like slip knots.

I knew my heart than grew soft and my feelings for you grew tender.
If you woulden't have stopped I would of let you win, and let you end me, even as a dismember.
I would of checked out for my final point, with you as my sender.
My feelings were spinning, like gore and guts in a blender.

I know, that no matter what. My feelings for you, were not a hit and miss.
I know, that with our love. We can experence joy and even gliss.
Our love started, from me a growl and you a hiss.
And with our dieing breath it will end in a kiss.


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Writer's Paranoia- 3

I wipe the sweat from my brow
waiting
   hoping
      praying.
I made my submission four weeks passed,
it took even longer to write my piece, 
3 months to be exact.
As I stare at the blank screen,
the paranoia sets in and I think to myself
The publishing company will know it was me,
they will know the acts created were of my own.
I did not mean to murder her, my wife.
It was her laziness that finally set me off.
I just asked her to iron my shirt, 
she couldn't even do that right.
At first I thought that the iron had slipped,
it was then that I realized, as the moments passed,
that my hand was wrapped around the iron,
gripped tight.
From then on, after this sudden realization,
I figured it wasn't so bad after all,
at least I had something to write about for my next piece.
So now I sit, here, staring at the blank screen
as the paranoia sets in.

-Caroline Youngless


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My Soul Has Been Damned

I put my hands around my wife's throat and I squeezed.
What disturbs me is that when she died, I was pleased.
When it came to having morals, I used to believe that I had some.
But every time I look in the mirror, I'm horrified to see what I've become.
My wife was so mean and she loved to provoke.
Life became intolerable every time she spoke.
She told me over and over how ugly and stupid that I am.
I snapped and killed her and now my soul has been damned.
I want to go to the Cops but they would lock me up for life, I would never again be free.
But that's only if I would get lucky, it's more likely that I would receive the death penalty.
When it came to my problems, she was the source.
If I hadn't snapped, I might have considered divorce.
As each day passed, that witch became even colder.
I'll spend the rest of my days looking over my shoulder.
She was a horrible Human Being and she loved to annoy me.
I'll never stop fearing that the Cops are closing in and that will eventually destroy me. 

(This is a fictional poem)


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Remains and Residue of Love

56 years. 

Now he lives on the 8th floor, 
she lives on the sixth. 

2 floors, 
two buttons, 
and 20 feet away. 


He travels 
by cane. 

Relieved 
they don't make those things 
out of saw-dust, 
she lives 

2 buttons, 
two floors, 
and 20 feet away. 


Too much momentum 
to spin her attempts, 
he waits for her guide downstairs.

Paces in front of the window each day, 
and when she makes her move, 
he hurries down 
-well, he tries- 
so she won’t assemble outside, 
unaccompanied. 

Always wondered what they talked about, 
perhaps the loss of their only daughter 
thirty years ago. 

perhaps not.

That other day 
she sat alone, 
and I thought 

... he may have just had taken a nap... 
and as she rested there waiting, 

she joined him, 
in the only way she could.



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elected

home land my claims my status false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines, to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....


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Final Wishes of a Poet

Final Wishes of a Poet 
Arabic poem By: Rukn-al-Din Yunus
Translated into English By: 
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
========================
(Part 1 of 3)

Lend me a handful of earth
So that I may make you a statue 
You have not seen the like before
In your dreams.
Lend me a breath of spring
I’ll paint you cities, seashores 
And passionate rendezvous.
Lend me some of your crazy letters 
And I will dispatch couriers
To deliver them to gardens
And send elegantly dressed devotees
With a touch of sadness 
To receive them from the gardens
And read them to the river.
Lend me some of the words
Escaping from under your hat, 
Which has no resemblance to Pablo Neruda’s,
To write you an epic 
Spelled out by tyrants
Every night 
To cry their own fates in the morning.
Lend me an evening you could spare
To romp through virtual streets 
Named after living poets 
From different generations
Wherein a river of music goes over the heads of passersby
Drowning all in ageless glamour. 
Lend me the rest of the golden letters
In your pocket
To disperse them over the outskirts of my words
And the lanterns of my dreams
To light up what’s left of the opaque sentences 
In the imagination of the painter
And the wisdom of the poet 
Who is crazed about the clay
On the banks of the Hilla River.



(Part 2 of 3)
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I'll die tonight...
O my dear wife!
I’ve never liked farewell ceremonies
In my life
So let things be normal and quiet.
Forgive me! I will not kiss you tonight
Just lie down beside me on the bed
For now.
Don’t tell the boys about my no-return journey 
Don’t let the girls cry with you
Especially the married one
And the little one
The middle one as well.
Let everything be as ordained for me
By those I don’t know
All I know for sure
I will die tonight.
How? ..... I do not know!
How? ..... I do not know!
At what time? …. The mind of the poet is unable to tell.
I will die my dear wife
But....
Don’t forget to feed the dog “Yoyo” early in the morning.
Don’t neglect spraying the garden 
First in the morning
Even if it was time for the funeral.
And don’t forget the seven o'clock news
Listen to it for the sake of your love for me
They always mention news of the lost homeland.
Don’t forget ever....
The chicken feed
I’d like to hear 
The cock’s crow every morning in my grave.
And hide the empty wine bottles
Out of the sight of mourners...
I don’t want them to accuse poets of infidelity.
And if they ask you 
What was with him before he died?
Just tell them:
He forgot to live!


(Part 3 of 3)
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Before I died
My wife made me a clay statue 
And cried at it
She and her five daughters did.
But my two sons took no notice
Of their mother crying
Nor of their sisters wearing black 
But, rather,  
They seized the opportunity
And went out to join their peers
In a football game!

Before I died
My friends vied 
And jostled in front of  
Mercenary and non-mercenary newspapers’ buildings
Led by “Riyadh Alghareeb”
To provide their elegies for my immortal soul
Which reminds them of their own
As they greet death.

And since that day
I am holding on to my soul
Lest it slips away 
In a moment 
Of inattention
From me
The poet
Rukn al-Din Yunus
***
Translated by: Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi
USA
November 2013

* Rukn-al-Din Yunus is a poet from Iraq



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Grief

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Reflections

Old man, face wrinkled with age, moves slowly down bus, walking stick in shaky hand. Bus jolts, old man mutters. Kindly hand grabs arm. Fat lady, jolly face. Aunt Betty when he was young. Mirror reflections. Old man sits down wearily Woman in front, loaded with shopping, and two young children. One with runny nose, other chocolate covered face. Wife, children long ago. Mirror reflections. Old man gets off bus, walks down road. Lowered head, eyes sad. Places newly cut flowers by gravestones, three. Family killed in blitz. tears run down face. Mirror cracked.


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Josette, Drive the Faerie out of me

She's Lost--I'm the one left to blame Forsaken by my potent manipulating game I've killed the one, My starcrossed heart Desires ...But not By My hands I Try To Follow her ghost But the fog and mist are too strong My eyes are rendered useless "You're Never going to Find Josette" The netherworld Spirits sang I Won't lose Heart I Will Win this Fight For My Sacred Josette's Right to Life This is what happens when The Devil's Adovocate Falls for Jesus's Greatest Bride This is what happens When The life of the disease Loves the cure it desperately hates Drives you mad But Wasn't I already? Josette, I'm begging you To Drive the Faerie out of Me


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Whispers in the night - lyrics to Life story by Peter White

Whispers in the night, longing for your ears
To drown every fear
But the sorrow sleeps with me tonight. 

Whispers in the night, saying a bitter prayer,
Gone the summer cheer,
Only cold snow fills me deep inside. 

Remembering the fun-filled laughter, the dreams we shared;
Together we made it: built that home of kids and bricks. 

Remembering the hurtful wards, the chemo and meds, 
That instant you were mine, then reality killed me: us was history. 

Whispers in the night, saying our favorite prayers
Seeing you everywhere
Your smell still lives painfully in this house

Whispers in the night: "Oh why not a few more years?"
There is still so much to share!
Nobody to hug and care for life!

Remembering the fun-filled laughter, the dreams we shared
Together we made it: built that home of kids and bricks. 

Remembering the hurtful wards, the chemo and meds, 
That instant you were mine, then reality killed me: us was history. 


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New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


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'Til Death

Joy sharing feelings of love honestly pleasing each other partners in life until death brings one Grief By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 20, 2012 For Ninette contest (Joann Grisetti) Second place


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


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Love Me True Blue

Love Me True Blue

she saw his shadow linger on the wall
the faintest whisper she heard him call
but when the excitement opened up her eyes
it seemed like all she really had left
were the tears sobs and cries

she swore she felt him there then she learned
all the fear she had had still been confirmed
but she felt something make her pain subside
because inside she knew that he had never left
he would never leave his bride

he's calls to her whispering in the night
he's her flickering shadow in the candle light
he is the one who will always love her most
he is the only thing she doesn't have left
she really loves that ghost

see here holding out her hand as she passes by
a  big smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye
if you still wonder who it is she is talking to
then I'll ask if love can really last forever
if you don't believe it's true

By: Jeremy Siedlecki


Details | Senryu | |

a rusty gate locked

twisting vines lock
the rusty gate
WWII widow


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Our little boys

Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.


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Whatever Tomorrow Brings

When Heaven comes knocking at my door,

It will be clear that I've won the war.

I can see it now, you falling to the floor,

Pleading, "No, take me, what are you doing this for?"

I wont let them take you, instead of me,

For dull as a blank page, my life would be.

Your endless love has always been the key,

And from the Heavens, your love, I'll still see.

I'll wait for you each and every day,

And if luck strikes out, and you go the other way,

I shall give up my angel wings and say,

"Without him here, I just can't stay,

Life without him just isn't the same,

I can't be up here, living with the shame,

Of knowing that he has lost his own game,

Oh, he was a good shot, until he lost his aim."

I know you'll hear me, your smile will beam,

You'll hear my voice and think it's a dream.

Oh, but as dream-like as it may seem,

Know that it's true, though it may be hard to deem.

I'll take my chances and dive headfirst into the blue,

I'll even swim the coldest river, try something new.

The things I'll do to be back with you

Will all be worth the journey I'll go through.

From the high skies I will have fell,

God sending down my last death bell.

When I reach the firey gates of Hell,

I'll wish the Heavens a nice, "Fare-well."

Both of our hearts will skip a beat,

When we see each other and our eyes meet.

Our bodies will melt due to too much heat,

We'll die with a strong sense of undefeat.

We'll feel the pain of a thousand cries,

We'll finally say our last "Goodbyes,"

But if true love truly never dies,

Our love will not fall, it will only rise.


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Suburban Dream

I can be your sister and your brother
Your husband and your mother
I’ll bake and clean and treat you mean
Be your quarter back on our own private team
I’ll prepare your meals and iron your clothes
Leave your supper on the table as I walk out of the door
Let you wonder if I really am at the store?

I can be your superhero and save your life
I can be your number one fan, your right hand man
Your enemy sinister and wise
You are my teacher when I cross the line
And I’m your master when you say your mine
Sell my body and soul to keep food on your plate
Let you believe no one has ever touched me like that

I’ll be your secretary when your too weak to speak
You can use and abuse me and make me feel cheap
I can be your very best childhood friend
Your nurse by your side at the very end
I’ll keep you sane as you lose your teeth and mind
Tell you the world hasn’t really changed outside
Place flowers in your hair as your body starts to fail
Cut your food into pieces when your hands become frail
Smile and tell you that all is well
When inside I’m dying and feeling like hell


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The Spirit of Ruby Anne

This was written for Halloween :P



A silent, roaming apparition
Was the wife of a physician
While away on a mission
He married a magician
Without permission
His volition
Sliced open
His wife's
Heart.

The wife never loved another man
Poor, broken-hearted Ruby Anne
She died one day in Cheyenne
Now, everyday, you can 
See where it began
Ruby Bouman's
Spirit will
Never
Die. 



Dawn D. Kilby 
Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby


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Cancer

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

"You'll survive".


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Bad Fortune

The alarm goes off with an earsplitting ring,
It’s five in the morning, I can’t see a thing,
I rise reluctantly from my comfortable bed,
And take two aspirin to ease my head,

I walk around clumsily like any other morning,
Slowly, my coordination starts forming,
In the car, I hear the news, more bad times,
Traffic’s bad, weather’s worse, a thousand more crimes,

I get into work and what do I see,
A pink slip on my desk, just waiting for me,
Thoughts run through my head as I walk back out the door,
How will I tell my wife I can’t provide anymore,

As I contemplate my problems and curse my life,
A plane slices through my office like a shearing hot knife,
As the day goes on, things only get worse, 
Buildings are collapsing, debris is dispersed,

As my wife weeps at my side for friends we had lost,
I can’t help but to think my life is of little cost,
Could have easily been me with the thousands of others,
With those brothers and cousins, uncles and mothers,

5 years have past and I still don’t know why,
I was allowed to live while others had to die,
I may not have the perfect life at any proportion,
But never again will I curse my bad fortune. 


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Blinded on My Wedding Day

Convince that you are the one for me.

Persuaded that I am the one you need.

Deceived that you desire my love.

Refused to see the truth so I wait.

Believing that your heart is not filled with hate.

I cry for my Heart that I am not confused.

Praying to God that I am not just being used.

Blinded by the, Yes I will marry you!

Consumed by the, Will you marry me?

Walking down the aisle to meet my groom, didn't realize it was the day of my doom! 

Oh! What can I say. Blinded on My wedding Day.


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Should I Leave Before You

When I gave you my heart, my life, 
      I bet never
   In your darkest fears
         Or wildest worries did you ever
   See this coming, 
This that eats away my flesh
   And inhibits me from fashioning
      The smiles I used to fashion
Incessantly.
      And this that eats away my flesh
   Wastes you, too, away, 
         Your time, your health, 
   Your patience.
While this that eats away my flesh
   May hinder me from keeping
      The forever I promised, 
Though my breath will cease
   And the flesh dissolve, 
      My heart shall safely be tucked with yours


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Forever She Dreams

“Forever She Dreams”
By: Christian Shepherd

I want her back in my arms,
to feel her breathe on my neck.
Her every breathe detectable on my chest.
To hold her close from leaving me.

Watch her as she sleeps,
to hold her close in a slumber so deep.
Watch as her expressions tell a dream,
her temporary reality.

Tell her to "sleep tight love,
I’ll see you in the morning."
Wake up to her by my side,
without her my heart unforgivingly bleeds.

I don’t want to be without you, 
the thought brings melancholy.
I want you with me, 
"please don’t leave me,” I plead.

But its too late for pleas,
fate has already made its judgment.
Now she is forever gone,
and I am empty.

I still bleed. 
I wish I could go back to her.
Savor every moment i took for granted.
But for now my heart still bleeds.

Lying at night kills me,
looking over where she slept.
Seeing her figure in the shadows,
knowing only that it is wishful thinking.

Still i reach over, hoping to find its rest.
I pray that rest may be her shoulder.
The shoulder that I used to cry on.
The should that now could stop my pain.

Then anger stirs inside of me,
"WHY HER! COULD YOU NOT LET HER BE!"
She was mine, not yours,
its not fair, let her be, bring her back to me!

There’s no way, fate has made its choice,
and now forever she dreams.

So for now…until the blood runs out...I bleed.


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After the Knock

Two young children play outside the house,
Inside a mother watches through windows folding a blouse.

With the kids in the back she heads to the chair,
When through the front window come soldiers, a pair.

One is dressed like her husband the other more like a priest,
Then came the knock, sounding like a relentless beast.

Her mind said just leave them outside at the door standing,
Her hand opened the door, on her knees she felt herself landing.

The soldiers told of her husbands fate,
Wanting them to just leave her tears could not wait.

The two young children came in the backdoor,
Seeing two soldiers and their mommy on the floor.

The oldest asked mommy what is the matter,
Come here my blessings, hugging, I will explain it later.

Her world had flipped, turned upside down,
He returned to her in a casket with a flag draped all around.

They had to drive from the airport to their small country plot,
She couldn’t count the people lined along the road, but it was a lot.

Each one waved a flag, some cried as if they knew her girls’ dad,
She’d never seen most of them, but seeing them now made her glad.

She saw signs that read “Welcome home Hero” and she filled with pride,
Even that couldn’t stop the tears, at the gravesite she just cried.

She stayed there saying goodbye, her family had to pull her away,
She’s glad they did for she wouldn’t have left his side that day.

She is exhausted, overwhelmed, she must sit down,
Then she sees the photo of him in a Tux and her in a wedding gown.

How could this be real, she’s too young to be a widowed wife,
He was her partner, best friend, the love of her life.

Now the hours have past his vessel is in the ground,
All the parties are leaving she’s alone in their home, not a sound.

She weeps in her chair alone in the dark no sound but the clock,
God help her find strength, a way to move forward, after the knock.


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The Pianist

They were invincible
whenever they’re onstage:
piano on the lead
with violin
as his accompaniment.

They toured the cities,
the parks as well;
soft harmonies they played
that all, including men
went envying them—

violin had felt betrayal
from her own bow.
It snapped her strings;
made it sever—
leaving piano out of tune.

Despite his downfall,
piano persisted performing
on stage, but alone—
playing his wife’s
funeral song.


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How Many Chances

               

As I awoke half startled, face still screwed up in a frown.
   I lay there quietly, wondering what in the world had just gone down.
I raised myself up slowly, cautious of what I might find.
   Could that have been the sound of Gabriels trumpet, the end of all mankind.
It was so dark, there was no light to be found, and the air was so thick I was 
fighting to draw my breath.
   Maybe this was what it was like, was I experiencing death?
Why that couldn’t be, gosh I felt fine when I went to bed.
    So what in the worlds going on, and why am I having such a pain in the back of 
my head.
Well now I’m getting scared, and I’m here all alone.
   Lord what’s happened to my wife and family, if I could only find the phone.
Lord I thought when you died that you were drawn to a light.
   Why is it so dark, then stark reality hit me, what if I wasn’t living right?
So what can you do when it’s all said and done and there is no more chances?
   If you didn’t live for Jesus, then the devil gets his dues, he gets the rest of your 
dances.
Well just how scary is that, scary enough at least I hope it was, for that’s the way 
it is.
    As long as you’re alive and breathing, Jesus gives us every chance, He wants 
to make you His!
Then something else started happening, something is shaking me, shaking 
me   hard.
   I’m seeing lights all around me, and I sit up and holler, oh thank You Father, 
Thank You Lord. 
 My wife is the one doing the shaking, and she stood there asking honey what’s 
wrong with you?
   She said are you okay, you must have been dreaming, is there anything I can 
do?
I said yes there is, you can pray for me and help me to lead a better life.
   And Lord as I say my prayers, may I ask a special blessing for my wife.
She pulled me out of that dream you see that felt so very real.
   And now I’ve got this one more chance to show You how I feel.


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Together in paradise

What just happened is something that can't be undone.
A mugger tried to shoot you but I jumped in front of the gun.
I couldn't let you die, that's why I took the bullet for you.
It was a good choice even though you think it was stupid to do.
The shooter tried to run but he didn't get away.
The cops just grabbed him and now he will pay.
In just a moment, I'll be gone.
I will die but your life will go on.
I couldn't have lived without you because you've been my beloved wife.
Someday we'll be together in Heaven, that will be worth sacrificing my life.
I'm in a great deal of pain as I lie here bleeding.
I feel so cold and my heart is about to stop beating.
But if I had it to do over again, I would do it without thinking twice.
Please always remember that one day we'll be together in paradise.


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Santa Fe

It all came to an end last Sunday in Santa Fe.
The love of my life was violently taken away.
A mugger shot my wife even though she gave him her purse.
She was rushed to the hospital but things got even worse.
The doctors couldn't save her even though they tried.
While she was on the operating table, she died.
She was carrying my baby and that makes it more sad.
I'm no longer a husband and I will not be a dad.
Because of that bastard, two lives have came to an end.
My wife wasn't just my lover, she was also my best friend.
Now that she's gone, my future doesn't look very bright.
When the cops find that man, I hope they shoot him on sight.
She died even though I went to the Chapel to pray.
My life became worthless last Sunday in Santa Fe.

(This is a fictional poem.)


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Remebering

There goes that smile again, 
loose
like a stray hair, 
greying;
caught upon the breeze.
You wheeze out a last laugh remembering times gone,
Back when you shone. 
Now only with mind's eye, 
rose-tinted,
is it hinted that you knew of the summer and spring.

Smile-wrinkles and worry lines still enchant,
Even as they plant: 
bitter-sweet feelings deep in my soul.
Crow's-feet 
clutch
as memories call out their last sweet siren song.

Past these old lips a complaint spills:
discomfort and distance.
Far from me,
lost.
As the frost covers your world, 
those first flakes stick.
You again thick in fog 
moan about those kids and how they sing.

Holding your hand I take night watch, 
weep silently at endless loss.
Later as I toss and turn I imagine that your mind 
remains intwined with mine.
That all, for now,
is fine with you, 
I forget all life now is tinged with the bitterest sting...
But then I remember...


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HE WAS THERE

I know that there are some that still can't pray
and others that ask, 'Where was God that day?'
HE was there with each tear that's shed
as the news reported, There is thousands dead!'

HE was in the hyjacked planes so out of control
His angels collecting each passenger's soul!
HE was there at the buildings of the World Trade Center
with Heaven's gates wide open bidding all to enter!

HE was there in every tired body and grimy face
that refused to give in to another trying to take his place!
HE was there amongst every common place hero
who repeatedly dug through the rubble in New York's ground zero!


HE was there with the passenger's of Flight 74
whose sacrifice kept the enemy from the White House door!
HE was there with those that died at the Pentagon
when another plane flew into them like a bomb!

HE was there when thousands of passengers landed
unable to get home, so on Canadian soil they were stranded!
HE was there in the smiles of the Maritime youth
who came with blankets, fresh clothing and hot bowls of soup!

HE was there when the President cried out with pride
'This will only make us stronger, we have GOD on our side!'
HE was there when AMERICA was at Iraq's door
teaching the Taliban what happens when you provoke a war!

HE is there today as countless others reflect on the loss
just as HE watched HIS only Son die upon the cross!  HE WAS THERE!

©11/09/2012


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I felt a lump

I felt a lump when I was with my wife one terrible night.
She lost her battle even though she put up a good fight.
I tried to think positively, I thought she would be fine.
But after having tests done, the lump wasn't benign.
After two years of battling breast cancer, she was gone.
I lost the love of my life, how can I possibly go on?
I was by her side until she took her final breath.
I've been living in misery ever since she left.
Every day I cry and mourn as I sit by her grave.
Even with modern technology, she couldn't be saved.
If we had found the lump sooner, she may have had a chance.
It's very hard to eat and sleep, without her, my life cannot advance.
I would give anything if the doctors could've saved her life.
My baby is gone and I lost my best friend as well as my wife.

(Even though this is a fictional poem, breast cancer is a serious threat to women. Women should have themselves checked.)


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The broken fairytale

Once upon a time there lived,
A beautiful girl and a man she loved.
So true was such their love,
There wasn't anyone who disapproved.
 
It had been love at first sight,
A fairy tale since that day.
The maiden had found the man of her dreams,
No one else needed to have a say.
 
They had done it all,
Candlelight dinners, shyly holding hands,
Kissing in the rain, dancing around trees,
Leaving intertwined footprints on white sands.
 
But it wasn't just another love story,
It was uniquely special like every other one.
They had eyes for no other but one another,
The best part of their lives had just begun.
 
They traveled around the world,
And she kissed her man at the seven wonders each.
People would smile at the storybook couple,
As they counted stars standing on a beach.
 
With her, he was the man he wished to be,
The one who wouldn't think twice,
About pulling her up to dance in a crowded train,
He'd protect her, keep her happy at any price.
 
He'd see through her weak smile,
All the way to the tears inside,
He'd whisper sweet things in her ear,
Hold her till all the tears dried.
 
Though they did have a fair share of problems,
They always came together again,
No matter what happened,
Like raindrops on a window pane.
 
On a rainy day, she had sat waiting,
Wondering about the surprise he had promised,
But he never came,
For the winds of fate had suddenly changed. 
 
Five years after that day, she found herself alone,
Sitting on the porch, counting stars on her own,
As she recalled the day he had been taken from her,
'An unfortunate accident' on the next the papers had shown.
 
She hadn't cried on the phone, she hadn't cried on the way,
She didn't even cry when she had to identify him,
Not a single tear or a heartrending sob.
She just stared ahead with an expression so grim.
 
It was only when she had received his belongings,
The remnants of his last minutes, did she react.
She screamt and cried, laughed and wailed,
For among others, was a diamond ring beautifully packed.
 
His surprise, the laughter in his voice,
The excitement, the secrecy of the evening.
He had been right, it had left her breathless,
But he wasn't there to see the sorrow it did bring.
 
Even now her eyes brimmed with tears,
As she looked at the ring as it sparkled,
And thought of that time when there lived,
A beautiful girl and a man she loved.
 
- Miliya Parveen


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Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


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Don't Leave Yet

Don't leave yet
Take some time to remember
The distinctive way we met
Remember a time where kisses were speckled
With smiles

We weren't always so grey
There used to be colour and life
There used to be time to play
Don't leave yet, carry me home
Just one more time

Retrace to the start
Where you promised to hold me
Til death do us part
Hold me tonight, all night long
Because tomorrow I'll be gone


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World of Dreams

 
I wonder if you’re missing me How I long to hold you tight If ever I wanted to feel you near Tonight would be the night I'm not sure who I am anymore Not sure I ever knew The closest I ever came for sure Was the love I felt from you Loosing what I never had Is harder than it seems Because I feel you every night Inside my world of dreams


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Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


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A tear is but a whisper from my soul

I stood there and gazed at the tidal wave of traffic surging down bellow.
I hovered frozen in time until by chance I glanced upon a troubled fellow.
He was sitting in his car surrounded by the outside noise of the gentle rain and the cars constant hum.
His ears could hear unyet his mind was numb.
As I moved in closer I could feel his sorrow and pain.
Mourning the loss of his partner his soul whispered through the misty rain.
I remember now I whispered back as I drifted into the seat beside him that was vacant.
And so to do I remember that aftershave as being my favourite fragrant.
As my soul whispered to his he glanced over to where I sat.
With sadness I could tell that he did not see his passed wife with the golden platt.
An empty seat was all that greeted his eyes.
A vacant stare for a vacant seat unyet I could hear his replies.
With his minds eye he smiled and his soul whispered such sweet words of love and affection.
Even now I could still feel devoted protection.
Some say that the words we speak in our heads are merely thoughts and nothing more.
But I believe they are whispers from our souls and the replies of those who are not with us anymore.
Before my passing I told him this with great certainty.
In this life and in the next our two souls will whisper to each other for eternity.


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Preach

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mother has child that father denies
Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries
Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care
Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare
Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut
Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut
You watch him out the window glass
Retreating figure gone at last

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Things get harder, mothers fired
Baby is toddler and much too tired
Money is in short supply
If only father would just comply 
To help raise his growing kid
Instead he ran and lost his bid
A single tear stains the cheek
Of a mother's soul who's much too weak

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mothers dead, everything's blown
Toddler is small child left alone
Father drunk, stumbling back
Custody left to this piece of slack
Days are long and too far gone
Nights are worse, he's never done
Talking his beer scented words speaking
He says to his child be kind, PREACHING

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Small child has developed
Distinguished individual moving up
Swearing to the sky blue
They will be nothing like you
Father in jail thief from the night
Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight
A smile to the grown child
A tear from the man of the wild

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder


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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


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She

Shes got bruises on her skin
And sorrow in her mind
Told her fighting back was a sin
Told her you were kind

Lying to her was too fun
She never doubted you
She never even tried to run
She even loved you, too

You took her life and now shes gone
Your signature for her death was signed
How will you feel when you see that dawn
When you have your daughter’s death on your mind

Lying to her was too fun
She never doubted you
She never even tried to run
She even loved you, too

You told your wife you’d hit her
If she said a word
What had happened to what you were
Silence could not have cured

Lying to her was too fun
She never doubted you
She never even tried to run
She even loved you, too

Hit your wife to death
Now shes gone aswell
She took her last breath
While hearing you yell

Lying to her was too fun
She never doubted you
She never even tried to run
She even loved you, too


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Mabel

The crisp cool breeze
helped the sailboat to glide,
like a swan on a lake,
or the glory of a kite.

The shiny exterior
shone pearlescent white,
the gold, christened lettering,
gloriously reflecting the light.

Newly purchased, fridge stocked,
husband proudly at the wheel,
his wife dressed in stripes,
below, fussing about their meals.

This was their retirement,
the life they had planned,
and then without warning,
she felt dizzy; she could not stand.

As she gasped for air
and tried to call out his name,
her husband stood proudly,
planning his wife's life long dream.

As she stumbled and fell,
her head hit the table,
her husband oblivious
he was mapping their course,
deep in thought; for his beautiful wife; Mabel.

Her dream was to voyage
the open blue seas,
like two peas in a pod,
his Mabel, the queen bee.

As she lay motionless,
no sound could be heard,
but the lull of the waves
and sweet song of the birds.

As the husband took a step
down the galley below,
all he saw was his Mabel,
clutching her ring; eyes closed.

He gently and lovingly
picked her up with care,
and he took his wife, Mabel
and collapsed in their chair.

He rocked her and cried
my Mabel, my love,
you are my joy, my life,
as he released her to the sun.

He whispered a note
of her favourite tune,
as he took off his ring
and gently put it with hers.

Mabel, my love,
we will never be apart,
for the vows that we spoke,
are forever in our hearts.


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Together Forever

My baby died two years ago today
Died in a car accident at 4th and Bay
Cried for so long, cried for years
Thought I’d drown in my own tears

I’ve moved on with my life
Strayed away from the knife
But I see her walking in the night
Bathed in a fierce shimmering light

She’s dead, I’m going insane
Just speaking of this makes me inane
But what if she’s returned?
For this day I’ve yearned

I follow her in the darkness and cold
I’ll follow her until I become old
No, I can’t, she died in the wreck
I must keep my mind in check

Baby, why do you do this to me
Why can’t you just let me be
I can’t take the hurt of seeing you there
All of this pain I cannot bear

I speak to her, she doesn’t respond
How I want to join her in the great beyond
Baby, don’t worry, we’ll be together
We’ll walk the night, together forever

I’ve decided to join my baby in her walks
Now we can have those long talks
Pierced a knife in my forearm deep
Maybe now me and my baby can sleep


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Changeling

I go away down I tell you
I go away down to the river
Leaving the vulgar world behind
I need to go down alone
Alone with the roots
That grown strong then old

I need to think about me
Will be a second me?
Will be one who will look
Like me before I'll return?

When the last drop of a star
Beginning to fill up the natural
Pond with news grasses
Where the meadow
Will laugh with bright color

I will call you I promise you at least
I will be in the last minutes
When I was ready to die.


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The House That Jack Never Built

Plans as solid at the foundations of the house
They’d live in the caravan, sure it was only temporary
A house so big, that all of their family might fit.
That family never did get bigger, only smaller
A quietus ill-deserved

He started in earnest, cement mixed, bricks placed
But then she got sick and sicker still
No more bricks were ever stacked and no family born
He lives in the caravan alone now
That was the house that Jack never built


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An Early Morning Summons

On a cloudless morning
I awoke to the incessant pounding on my door.
A firm voice on the other side.
A stranger calling my name.
He repeats his call.
Looking out, I see his stripes,
Boots shining brightly,
crisply pressed uniform.
Dread fills my soul
with trembling fingers
I unlock the door.
He asks for me by name.
I confirm.
With tears in his eyes
He tells me the worst.
Of how sorry he is to inform.
Of how I should be proud.
How our country has lost another
proud soldier in this fight.
I say thank you, tears fill my eyes
and I wonder how
I will tell her wife
that has no rights.


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THE UNION,:supportWidows supportWidowers

From far away past where silent orbs
Danced to rhythms of unknown forces forging
Newer niches in cloud then soil then rock,
Smouldering, sizzling silently as time tic toc
Ebbed away, watching life on some lifeless rock surging,
To this day when we dance to the rhythm of Forbes,
The moon and sun in divine love urging
Have danced about the earth: light source upon a rock,
Bringing life to earth when the sullen clock
Calls out the grim owl, vile wolf, and sturdy sturgeon
Through the silent night nobody else disturbs,
Locked in eternal enthralment, watching the dark dungeon
Earth would be but for the sun- or moonlight it absorbs.
Moonlight from sunlight like new groom and virgin
Locked in an embrace older than Eden’s first baulk,
But sealed forever to work on this blue rock;
Bringing light to life on earth at dawn then dusk, merging
Efforts: sun casts its beams on daytime suburbs
But when the earth turns as if to shun its scourging,
That age old mission bound to fail as dusk struck
Finds new life in the passive glitter on that battered rock,
The partner playing its part, for so it was from the first forging.
From far away past, as far back as the silent space orbs,
The sun and moon in sublime love urging.
Have danced about and cast shadows out of this rock
And so it should be, for when one’s gone and you lose the rock
Foundation of the union, then is there but darkness and dirge in
The picture, and the survivor is just a lifeless rock listening for hope in the orbs.
 
(c)Nyonglema


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August Eighth

Chapter One 
Boy into the West 

Dawn upon my cloak 
Urged and so converged were the guns 
Seeding myself with the rest 

I broke in the eye of the Sun 
Settling my mind on the heartless rapist. Time 
Rasterize the faces 

So thumb through the annals 
Purged and so emerged fleshy etchings of this child
Breast wheels churn uncertainly 

Moistened embers dance to the deafening drum 
Tidal ducts offer piquant waters of the Pacific coffer 
I arrive on the sands 

Chapter Two 
Hole in the Wall 

Deserted in this mind 
Hover in and now behind 
Stare blank up through the ceiling stucco 

Gathering in the stench of ghastly breath of wine 
The New Year clothes itself topside 
Unfashionable walls crush youthful spirit I drink alone, until morning 

Demons of mine in lethargy 
Gnawed and sluggish slivers bond my illness
Horizons of hues of shapes the girl knowing 

Waking sweat cools slyly treats itself to my tongue 
Warmth of girl takes my breath save the end of I prepare 
God, are you there? 

Chapter Three
Erosion 

All in the deflection 
Though his reflection isn't mine 
Blood in kind of brotherly loving spiteful me 
We close our doors of aid restraining love I have

For angry boys reject the angry drudge 
Slave to a toilsome loving grudge 
It is raining erosion 

Blinding contortion 
Why in my hands I can't see you yet 
My rock there I can’t see her stand 

These matters wash away too comfortably 
I the destined rock 
To erode on as grain of sand 

Chapter Four 
Facing the Crow 

Give to the death 
Long confronting his road 
Gurge open those words she once clung on 

Hung from the rope he dove to the end 
I die decay per diem death 
Metaling her heart on his mindless last breath 

I survive only by his hand... 

T.R.Sevrens


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Tribal

Tribal beauties, all lined up,
eyes cast to the ground.
Young breasts bare and feet not shod.
Only natural beauty found.

The Zulu prince walks back and forth,
perusing for a bride;
While hopeful father's look on, tense,
Each displaying their loin's pride.

One of these will be a Queen,
Birth a Nation's next proud Chief.
With result, a father can live on....
Mortality's Relief.


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Efil

Born so old, so fragile, so wise
Born alone into the world
You miss your wife
She passed without pain
I'm sorry old man, that you left her so lonely
Shuffle through the corridors
She used to sit there and knit
Forget it she's gone
Cry at both of your pains
Throw that cane away old man, your arthritus is gone
Get back to your house
Your children are coming
They're all grown up now
Tell the wife to bring some drinks
You're young old man, but you're over the hill
Go sit in your office
Pushing papers for the man
Your teenagers are reckless
So don't be home late
Keep it together old man, they're just at the age
Slept in again today
You shouldn't be late
With a mortgage to pay,
A wife and a baby
It's okay old man, they aren't babies for long
Come home from the bar
To your bachelor suite
A little cologne sprayed
Maybe you'll get lucky
Take her home old man, she's had a little too much
You stole the car
Not old enough to drive
Try to be everything
But you can't be a hero
You're not a kid old man, but your voice is still cracking
Wait it out now
They're only bullies
Don't tell the teacher
They'll take your lunch money again
Walk it off old man, you're just not big enough
You can cry all you want
It won't make her come
She turned off the moniter
She couldn't stand you anymore
Take it easy old man, you can't even change yourself
You shouldn't move around so much
It makes her so queasy
Just a few more months
And you'll meet the world
Enjoy the womb old man, life only gets harder


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LENORE

My heart in pain my soul screams I LOVE YOU.
Years gone by, I still love you SO MUCH.

Happy times: I STILL FEEL YOUR TOUCH.
Eternity is such a short time.
AFTER ONLY TWENTY YEARS.
Remembering: I  STILL THINK IT GRAND.
The memories: WHEN I HELD YOUR HAND.
Before your flight to heaven.
Easily: SHARING LOVES’ TEARS.
A dream of you; A FULL MOON NIGHT.
The SILHOUETTE BESIDE ME: YOURS.

Beautiful, BREATH TAKING SIGHT.
Remnant of  WHAT WAS OURS.
Eventually OUR SOULS WILL MELD.
And my  HEARTACHE  WILL DISAPPEAR
Together again, OUR LOVE HAS HELD.
Haecceity. Separation AGAIN I’LL NEVER FEAR.
        
LENORE--LENORE
INFINITY  TOGETHER
FOREVER--FOREVER 
EMERGENT  of everlasting LOVE.


Details | I do not know? | |

Jealousy

He stood upon the parapet
Tittering on the ledge
Giggling to himself 
And shuffling closer to the edge

For seven storeys down below
His wife and lover stood
He knew what they were up to
And it surely wasn’t good

Chuckling to himself, and 
Moving slowly to the verge
The anger burning deeply, and
It fired a deadly urge

Laughing like a loony
Leaping headlong from his roost
Madly flapping arms to give 
His fall an added boost

“Your smiling now you rotten cow
You won’t find this so funny
I’d rather die than let you try
To get hold of my money”

Half way down toward the ground
His progress slowly halted
That crazy grin turned awful thin
He thought his plan was thwarted

His braces caught the flag pole
And it hindered his descent
He hovered for a moment
And then flying up he went

Bouncing up and bouncing down
Till finally it stopped
He smiled a rueful smile, and then
His trouser buttons popped

Continuing his journey
As he hurtled earthward bound
His wife and lover sidestepped
And he crashed into the ground

Laughing like a drain he seemed
To find it awfully funny
Though nearly dead he turned and said
“I really missed you honey”


Details | ABC | |

WE'LL ALL REUNITE IN TIME

WE’LL ALL REUNITE IN TIME


Fame, wealth, prestige, and wild women
For too long were my passions of life.
One day I found sweet liberation
When God gave my heart to my wife.

33 years we loved one another
Sharing all we possessed and more.
Last year she passed in the middle of night
Never to shadow our door.

I’m sure in rapture, she awaits
For me to arrive in heaven divine.
I’ll miss our children and grandkids too
But we’ll all reunite in time.


By Tom Zart



Details | Ballad | |

Forever and Ever (I'll Always Love You)

My life began the day we met
The world, it looked brand new.
Colors brighter, music sweeter
And all because of you.
You took a life of sadness
And you made it oh so sweet
But now you're gone and yet.......

I love you more with each passing day
Though God saw fit to take you away.
When I think of our love, it still seems brand new
Forever and ever, I'll always love you.



 I still feel you close by my side.
The pain's so deep, it cuts like a knife
When you went away, my heart broke into little pieces.
But I'll put those pieces back together 
Because I know some day, we'll be together again.
But until then...............

I'll love you more with each passing day
Though God saw fit to take you away.
When I think of our love, it still seems brand new
Forever and ever, I'll always love you.

Oh, when I think of our love
It still seems brand new
Forever and ever, I'll always love you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Not Forever

I know that you’re gone now, Hun
But there’s something I have to 
Get off my chest;
Your memories are scattered throughout my house
And many nights now, I’ve sat with no rest.
Our family hold strong as you have left
And my heart still beats in time with yoursw.

I know you left without a fuss
Glad to be gone
Of the pain 
Trying to live,
Laying there, struggling with no gain.

Now is goodbye, but it’s not forever.
We will see each other again
And laugh and smile over our
Treasured Memories.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Angels Face


The Gods ,Whom mortal beauty chase,
Pale, Dimly, at the sight of her face.
A Beauty so rare, of elegance and grace,
Loving eyes that adorn an Angels face.   



Clement Hardy


Details | Lyric | |

The Visit

Today as I visit ~ this place of grass and stone
I trace your name ~ as I stand here alone
In the air I smell the presence ~ of a cold winter rain
Each visit I make ~ causes heartbreaking pain
Dark clouds move in ~ and the sky turns black
I kneel down and cry ~ as the rain pounds my back

I see white roses ~ placed beside a white stone
The pureness of innocence ~ their aroma alone
A streak of lightning ~ flashes across the dark sky
Lighting images on this field ~ as my eyes start to cry
I stare at the marble ~ feeling lost by myself
As an image of you ~ passes by with a smile

A cool breeze blows in ~ as snowflakes start to fall
Goosebumps take their toll ~ as the cool air turns raw
I look to the sky ~ with tears in my eyes
I call out your name ~ in whispering cries
As an emotion of delight ~ sends me what I crave
I return my sight ~ on the stone and the grave

As my visit ends ~ I kneel and kiss the stone
Then I wade through the snow ~ to my car all alone
Looking back I see ~ two footprints below
There side by side ~ There in the snow
As I enter the highway ~ I feel your presence dissapear
Whispering I love you ~ as I shed a tear


Details | Bio | |

The Five People You Meet In Heaven

Heaven isn’t full of angels and clouds
There are five people that will meet you
They could’ve been close, or among the crowds
They’ll help you construct your life, like glue


The first person died because of you
And the mistake you had committed
Just because of the ball you threw
The man’s life was prematurely pitted

The second person was your superior
The searing flames remain
He made your leg inferior
To keep you from your bane

The third person you never knew of
But she knew of your father
She saw him yelling out of love
He didn’t care if he bothered

The fourth person was the love of your life
In halls and ballrooms of white she rests
Teenagers took the spirit from this woman, your wife
People from all over the world make up the guests

The fifth person was a little girl
Her life was full and pure
Her life was ended in a flaming swirl
Not saving her forced you from the way you were

The hands you took hold of
We’re not the hands you thought
Another girl would bring you up above
For a good life you did wrought


-Inspired by the book "The Five People You Meet In Heaven"-


Details | Ballad | |

Marie II-- Troubled Tides

Wake up with a dream on your eyes left with the hearts that bid you Goodbye Shadow Dreamer-- Poisoned Lover Venom seeps through the Way The Way you held on to Me There's a Thorn in your Heart I left it there so the dreams and your pain shall unfold Inside you and all of your Lithium Lovers You're my lover, My Dear The Greatest Enemy I had to Contend pretending with "I Love You" but I know you Hate me till Hell's End Is it in Vain? You Sleep with the hate How can you dodge the fate? You let the Dagger dance on your Tongue You are my beloved Enemy Marie


Details | Free verse | |

A Tragedy

The sweat droped from his tatherd shirt
as he realized his fate was near.

He paused between sentences because
he couldn't belive it was finally here.

The day, time, and place was different
but it was all the same.

The feeling, thoughts, and moments
all filled with pain.

As he looked up he saw the light
which brought him feelings of shame.

One last glance to fill him with content
but as he looked it all came.

The visions and remembrance
was brought over him.

He rememberd that car crash
where all that was left was a tire rim.

Then he realized who was on the floor
laying next to him in the pasengers seat.

He fagged eyes opened to see
he was sitting in a hospital seat.

The doctor walked in and 
it filled him with dread.

"Mr. Jones, Im sorry
your wife Lynn is dead."







Details | Free verse | |

Eye Will Lay

 
Eye Will Lay


Eye will lay my head apart they make it hard for my Jesus to place me together 
again like a scarecrow man eye will lay in an unmarked grave a place they don’t 
want anyone to go so no one will knoe where eye lay an enemy of the state 
executed by the Nazis in charge of the city ruled by the money god ruled by the 
hate in the heart eye will lay with love in my heart forgiving the men who must kill 
me eye will lay with my love inside me forever in state forever is never too late 
remember eye died for my Jesus and ewe and the love in me ruled all my fate to 
die now is better than to miss my last chance to go inn to a heaven someday at 
the last my love she is best just my heart laid at rest she will ever forget me not 
when winter has come eye will lay 
 
           
 
 
 Eye Will Lay 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Kiss Me Into Heaven

Call to me softly that I might hear- 
The words of tenderness I hold so dear.
Remind me of days long ago passed,
 When blue was the sky and green was the grass.
 My darkened eyes no longer see- 
The world we shared just you and me.
But memories prevail as does our love,
 For it was a gift from up above
. And when I draw my very last breath,
 And I walk into the light -
 I'll wait for you to follow,
 On your own special night.
 For now I must leave you my husband so dear,
 My destiny awaits- On that I'm clear.
 Cry not for me, I ask of you ,
For I am going Home-
 A place I've often dreamed of,
 A place with cobbled stone.
 I'll see familiar faces-
 With arms stretched out wide- 
There to help guide me- there by my side.
 So Kiss Me Into Heaven
Sending me on my way- 
For this is not the end of life,
 It is my new birthday.
And just when you feel that you can't go on,
 And you've given up on life?
Call out to me and I will come-
Your Angel of the night.


Details | Ballad | |

Chopper

Way back then, when my years were gold.
A chopper I was, I'd been told.
I would leave one morning, and get back that night.
To my wife this caused, a terrible fright.
One trip I took a nasty fall.
time after that, I broke my jaw.
After a while, we decided I should quit.
I was sick and tired, of all this $hit.
I know I needed, to go back to work.
But no one would hire, those stupid jerks.
A month later, my wife died.
I broke down, and cried and cried.
So I went to my boss, and begged for my job.
"Ok," he said, and I went to chop logs.
I was by myself, chopping a pine.
When the tree fell, on a leg of mine.
It hurt like hell, when it hit my leg.
When I woke up, I wished I was dead.
I looked around, for some form of escape.
But my axe had fallen, into the lake.
I checked my pockets, and found nothing.
Except for a spoon, and some other something.
By looking around, I knew what to do.
I gripped the spoon tightly, and bit on my shoe.
And then I started, to hack away.
Hacking and slashing, until night turned to day.
I don't remember, much after that.
I know I died, from where I sat.
You see, I was always a little dumb.
But it seemed I cut off, THE WRONG DAMN ONE!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Drifting

I drift ever closer
to Soledad,
In the winter of 
my life,
For I have done
the unthinkable,
And slayed my
unfaithful wife...

An act committed
reflexively,
And one whose
consequences
I could not see

So, farewell
dear friends,
I am now insane,
I will relive
that horrorific act
Time and time again.


Details | I do not know? | |

Destroying Death 10092011


On this mountain the Lord of hosts
Will provide for all peoples
A feast of rich food and choice of wines…
He will destroy death forever

Lord God will wipe away
Tears from all faces Isaih 25:6, 8

THIS ISAIAH PASSAGE  
One of the greatest sources of Courage for me in all of Scripture
The repeated detailed description of the feast
In case gives me a kind of glorious concrete hope

I love the tenderness of the Lord God
Wiping away the tears from all the faces

Three years ago on this date-10092008
I held this reading in my hand beside my dying sister
She was the one who gave feasts in our family:
Rich juicy food and choice wine
I read aloud for us both
“He will destroy death forever”
God of Love
Help us to trust in this stunning promise of life You offer us with such tenderness


Details | Light Poetry | |

Death I am not ready

Stop there Death! You can’t take me away.
You must come back another day.
There are too many things to do
Before I will go with you.

You can’t get me, if you make me ill
Because I’ll take a super pill.
I won’t die, in a car crash
My airbags will your death plan trash.

I won’t drown, when I fall from my boat
My Life Jacket will keep me afloat.
You can’t burn me in a Hotel fire
The Fire Brigade will damp your ire

A heat attack might stop it’s beat
But a triple by-pass gets me on my feet.
So Death! why don’t you just give up
Until my life has an empty cup?

Bang. Bang.. I think I’m dead
My wife just shot me in the head.

Death you are so sly
When you aim it is bulls-eye
I thought I had you all wrapped up
But now you’ve come and drained life’s cup

My wife insured me for millions more
When I passed your entrance door
Sadly, she did not know
The millions will to my mistress go.


Details | I do not know? | |

Final Reply

I married her nearly ten years ago, never had I ever seen 

a bride with such a radiant glow. She was my everything 

and so much more, when I meet her all my prayers had been answered. 

To me she was all that a wife should be. Ten months after our 

wedding day, we shared in the birth of our first born... 

We named him Emanuel, which means the beginning and end. He was 

to be the sign of our beginning and hopefully a way our love 

might not ever end. As the years went by, my beautiful bride 

started to change and our love seem to be dying as fast as it 

had begun... She said she needed some time apart. I been reduced 

to just a weekend dad... As I sat there in my hotel room with tears filling the very 

wells of my eyes. As I scribbled on my note pad for the very last time 

and sip on my final bottle of wine. 

My left hand full of pain killers and my right hand clutching 

my nine...I realized, this would probably be my final reply and 

the end of what was to be a lifetime. As I end this day with my 

final reply. "Our vows said until the end and in sickness and 

health” seems like I have chosen the end instead...until we see 

each other again?

Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 


Details | Free verse | |

What Hasnt Been Named

The blood was so red,
Mixed within the water,
I tried not to look,
At what my eyes where ashamed of.
Yet it held my gaze,
Like a lover lost,
In his angels soul.

I held you tightly,
Embracing our pain,
I could feel you shake,
The fear in your tears,
Overpowering what was suppose to be,
As you called out my name,
I pulled the plug,
Wishing for forgiveness.

The tornado came,
As I watched what was once my dream,
Spiral and spin,
Its sound of thunder,
How can this be such a perfect storm,
That has yet to be named.

I ran more water,
Hot became cold,
In library time,
I recalled what was told,
Just hours before I had accepted,
Everything was suppose to be ok,
It wasn’t going to rain,
Not today not ever,
I can still see the stain.

I silently asked why,
You so loudly called out my name,
Over and over again and again,
Both asking questions,
How can we fix this pain,
Of flooding confusion…
The answers never came.

I tried not to get sick,
I tried to be strong,
As I hid your eyes,
My chest wet with your dreams,
Things started to spin,
All I could do was pray,
Please give me back,
What hasn’t been named.


Details | Senryu | |

Rocks and Vipers

Two women
Broke their teeth
On gravel.

That one man
Drank venom
In green grass.


Details | Free verse | |

1 Mississippi 2 Missisippi 3

1 Mississippi 2 Missisippi 3

Bubbles are made for blowing 
hold your breath or hold your nose
One more kiss mommy
and I will be at home base

1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi 3

Do as I say, God told Noah 
to build an ark 5 x 3 
in Houston, the Bayou 
bring Luke, John, Mary and Paul

1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi 3 

Close your eyes and remember Sunday
When Mommy was smiling 
and Daddy was hugging
us so tight, that I thought I would break

Sorry for the bath with out cookies
Sorry for the watery grave
1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi 3
the devil made me do it
he told me so…


Details | Free verse | |

Dying love

Half empty, unable to be complete, accompanied
by ghostly faces of life with out my heart.

My queen away from me lost in this unforgiving world ,
sucked into a black hole of my mental universe 
not to be seen but missed.

Love is lost but forever entombed into my heart protected by traps for the most 
cunning thieve can not 
steal this love.

Hurts so bad it renders me sick stricken with the will to live
weak as is my pulse for my heart begins to
stop.

The tears flow freely doing the talking for my 
motionless lips, limbs that are
so numb dying slowly for the survival
of my being is depleted with the love
of my life gone for my 
embracing.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Adultery

Thy beauty once red has turned to grey
Now appears blind, as one may clearly see
Thou strive, attempting to make a plea
Thy face has since cracked, as if it were clay
Thou have strife, and have begun to pray
Now misplaced, an old skeleton key
Thy body worn, prepared to flee
For deceit, love, they will indeed slay.

Thy beauty once shined so bright
Such beauty, any man would indeed wed
Thy beauty disbanded, now forced into flight
They have a hunger, it shall be fed
Thy face once red has turned to white
For now, my dear, thou have fallen, dead.


Details | Didactic | |

Swallowed

He swallowed
When he saw she had bitten the forbidden fruit.
He felt hollowed
When he heard her say that its food would indeed suit.
He soon followed
When he thought of living forever without her.
He swallowed
And gazed on Paradise as the Breeze began to stir.

He swallowed
When he saw her naked, the beasts roaring within.
He then borrowed
Green fig leaves but they were clothed in sheepskins.
He then sorrowed
With their excuses receiving curses for their vice.
He swallowed
As they were driven with flaming swords from Paradise.



Details | I do not know? | |

I'm responsible for my son's death

(This is a fictional poem)

I feel nothing but grief and pain every single day.
My wife told me not to buy our son that motorcycle but I bought it anyway.
While he was driving it, he got hit by a car and now he's dead.
How can I go on when I know that I'll do nothing but suffer during the years 
ahead?
My son was killed when he was only ten.
When he died, I lost my best friend.
I'm in so much pain that I punch the walls and I scream as loud as I can.
My wife hates me so much that she left me for another man.
My son and I always had a special bond.
But life no longer has meaning now that he's gone.


Details | I do not know? | |

I hate Christmas

(This is a fictional poem)

Most people love Christmas but I don't.
People tell me that I should learn to love Christmas again but I won't.
Something tragic happened on Christmas day.
My life was ruined when my family was violently taken away.
Three robbers broke in my house and killed my wife and daughter.
A gun was aimed at my head while I watched them get slaughtered.
They stole our valuables and then shot me with one of their guns.
They left right after shooting me and I called 911.
I was rushed to the hospital and I'm still alive.
But my heart is broken because my family didn't survive.
My life was destroyed and I live in hell because of this nightmare.
They finally caught those men and I hope they get the chair.
I have something to say and I'm sure that you'll agree.
If you have a family, you're better off than me.


Details | Couplet | |

WIDOWMAN

He missed the warmth,in her arms
He missed all her feminine charms

He missed the softness of her kiss
He missed contented married bliss

He missed fulfilment in love's embrace
He missed intimacy,face to face

He missed his sweetheart helpmeet
Coming home,no one to greet

He missed the thoughts of his soulmate
Each day recalling their first date

Not for a second had he regretted his choice
Each minute now,he missed her voice

He missed his love so very much,
And sharing life with his old dutch.




Details | I do not know? | |

Johnny Cash

(Dedicated to Johnny Cash who died September 12, 2003.)

You were a great singer who died in 2003.
My favorite song of yours was the General Lee.
That song was recorded many years ago.
I liked watching you guest star in an episode of Columbo.
Your wife died just a few months before you did.
You had a great marriage and a wonderful kid.
You were a great singer and a good actor too.
If the world lasts for ten million years, people will still remember you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ghostly Love

Into the night, I dare to tread,
Leaving my love behind in bed.
Thinking not of what was said,
I feel I’m moving on.

There she lays, a beauty be.
Dare I wake her, will she see?
Will she accept what happened to me?
Am I really gone?

I see her there, so close to touch.
I want to share this love so much.
Beside her now I feel a rush
But she just cannot feel.

Her eyes are closed, but her lips, I see,
Are speaking words echoing out to me.
The pain I feel, though not physically,
Makes me wish to kneel.

I say to you, my sweet, my love
Fear not my leaving, I’m just above
I’ll watch you, darling, I’ll be your dove
And descend, just when you need.

But for now, my sweet, I’m forced to say
My love’s not ceased, no not this day.
I’ll stay with you in a spiritual way
On you, this ghost will feed.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Infamous Poem


This glimpse of my soul how well I wrote it.
And now they’re reading it, this glimpse 
Of my soul, of which I called poem.

Ahh, my soul has become a poem for all.
D’you know how popular I became ‘cos of this glimpse 
Of my soul, of which I called poem?

I can tell you, even if you don’t ask
About this glimpse of my soul, of which I called poem
Not ‘cos I’m rightfully right bragging it...

But simply ‘cos I wanted you to know
That this glimpse of my soul, of which I called poem
Was about the slow death of happiness---

Inspired by you, who 
Ran away with a wealthy lover
Instead of making the stars happy, being their mother.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ferguson

(This is a true story)

A man committed murder in 1991 and again in 1993.
He was evil and he lived less than one mile from me.
He beat his wife to death with a bat and decapitated his friend.
He showed no mercy when he brought their lives to an end.
For over two years, he kept his wife's corpse hid.
He was caught when he killed a second time and his neighbors were shocked 
because of what he did.
He constantly beat his mother and his grandma and that was wrong.
Now he's doing life in prison and that's where he belongs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Silent Killer

She has died a thousand deaths
And yet lives for a hope;
He has hung a thousand lives
And still holds to the rope.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Scared

I’m scared of a feeling
It’s hard to explain

This feeling is a feeling of feeling all pain and no gain
		
I’m scared of a man
It’s hard to explain

This man is a man who has no shame

I’m scared of a feeling
It’s hard to explain

This feeling is a feeling of me left to blame

I’m scared of a ceremony
It’s hard to explain

This ceremony is a ceremony of promises to love and obey

I’m scared of a feeling
It’s hard to explain

This feeling is a feeling of wasting my life away

I’m scared of a monster
It’s hard to explain

This monster is a monster that I will betray

I’m scared of a feeling
It’s hard to explain

This feeling is a feeling of nothingness
My dead body and no remains



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Our son

(This is a fictional poem)

My son was in the road and a tractor-trailer couldn't stop in time.
The driver ran over my boy and he broke this heart of mine.
My wife and I should've been watching him but we were having an argument.
When you get right down to it, we were being negligent.
We were arguing because money is something we lack.
But no amount of money can bring my boy back.
My wife and I cry everyday because we can find no reason to go on.
We've seen how superficial it is to fight over money now that he's gone.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tears

(This is a fictional poem)

She was ill for over a year.
She died just like I feared.
I held her hand as she died.
I fell apart and cried.
She gave birth to my offspring.
She used to walk around the house and sing.
But now there is silence and it makes me sad.
I've lost the will to live that I had.


Details | Acrostic | |

Daddy I love you!

Daylight almost always found you
    ~ Bible in hand rocking by the fire.
Already you had done more than some
   ~ men do in a day and were about to leave for work.
Doing the work of two men Half your age
   ~ a factory slave for most of your life.
Daring to marry a young 'un they said wouldn't stay
   ~ staying together to raise eight. Praying us grown.
You left to soon you know. That Sunday before day
   ~ Bible at hand, Sitting in your chair. One Last I love you.

I wanted to tell you so many things.
   ~ I wanted to ask you more questions.


Longing for you. Sometimes I smell your cigar
   ~ and I feel that you are near.
One of the cool breezes I feel touch me.
   ~ If I turned would you be there?
Very Likely wearing that Dark green sweater
   ~ that Mama knitted and you wore so often.
Every day I think of you rocking
   ~ eyes sometimes closed but not asleep.


Yes, I know you loved every one of us.
   ~ your children, your brothers, sister, Wife.
One day, we are taught, that we will meet again
   ~ in Heaven where some circles will be broken.
Until then we miss you Daddy. Mama is lonely
   ~ and I just wanted to say Daddy I love you!


Details | I do not know? | |

All We Could Find

In the sand, in a foreign land,
They found a hand, when the smoke had cleared.
In the sand,
They boxed up the hand, shipped it home to her.
The words on the box, written there in red.
..........All we could find.

Alone tonight, she turned out the light,
She held his photograph, remembering the things she feared.
Alone tonight,
Every dream she had, every memory sad.
When she read those words, written there in red,
..........All we could find.

In the sand, in a foreign land,
His wedding band, was blown from his hand.
Her wedding band,
She placed in the box, wrapped in her tears.
As she traced those words, written there in red,
..........All we could find.

Her tears ran, into her lonely hand,
She lost her man, there in the photograph.
Her tears ran,
Her love was gone, her heart was torn.
As she remembered those words, written there in red,
..........All we could find.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Driving over a cliff

(This is a fictional poem)

This morning my wife and I had a tiff.
I just lost my brakes and I'm about to drive over a cliff.
I said some mean things to her before I went to work.
Now I won't even be able to apologize for being a jerk.

I'm going over this cliff and in a moment I'll be dead.
I hate myself for all of the mean words that I said.
She's very special and I don't deserve to have such a great wife.
I just hope that she can forgive me and go on with her life.


Details | Free verse | |

For The Love of Money

This side of town lives in evening darkness The people care not for courtesy, just the green Any fold of cash would prompt sullen eyes to awaken As in this case, on that fateful night in late November He seemed misplaced, not belonging to our area His shoes were shined, almost new, while a suit he donned Keeping his left hand in his pocket at all times he made his way What was he looking for? Seems we’ll never know, now will we? His body was found in the alley off of 10th and Sloan All was in tact except for, of course, his wallet, found ten feet away Identification clearly showed he should not have been here His residence was the other side of the tracks, nice town It was found he left behind a wife and two college age kids Upon interviewing, the wife stated that their anniversary was in a day There are many places to get hot jewelry around here In fact I have a few connections of my own that offer discounts It makes you think, what was it he was wanting, a cheep gift? Again, we’ll never know, but know this The wad of cash that now takes residence in my pants pocket Allows me the pleasure to know I’ll be eating today and perhaps next week


Details | Narrative | |

The Story of the Dumpster Diver

 I asked him what he did?
    As he stood up and opened the lid.
He said some people call me a dumpster diver but hey that’s okay.
     He said I just reuse what people throwaway.
I asked him aren’t you afraid you might catch some incurable disease?
     He said you can do that just breathing the stuff that floats in the breeze.
I said it just seems like you’re taking an awful big chance.
    He did not speak but his eyes met my wandering glance.
I asked him did you choose this life or was it thrust upon you?
    He said I once had a home a really nice one too.
A little girl and a wife every mans dream.
     Everything was perfect like a fairytale theme.
One evening quite late we started home from the park.
     And I saw this car coming and saw flashes in the dark.
It was bullets they were firing that struck us all three.
     One hit my arm and one struck my knee.
One struck my wife they said it went right through her heart.
    The one my little girl caught ripped her apart.
My money all went for paying doctors, and morticians and such.
     In six months time I lost my family, home, and job that’s why now I don’t care 
too much.
I could have drawn unemployment, welfare and stuff.
     But instead I just turned to the streets I’ve just had enough. 
I said man I’m so sorry, I just didn’t know.
     He said that’s okay I catch it everywhere I go.
Well I bid him fair well and silently turned away.
     I often think about that old dumpster diver and the words he had to say.
I guess if this were to have a moral: How about never judge a book by its cover.


Details | Lyric | |

Dope Baby

She took it all, all that I had
But don’t think of her as bad
I love her anyway
Good or bad, either way

I ask, "We havin' that baby?"
She whispers, "Maybe."
Passin' out on my floor
My babys tryna get out that door

She shot it up every day at 2
I thought it was a lie but I found it was true
Dragging me into her game was her delight
There wasn’t any real reason to fight

Screamin’ in the middle of the night
Cold sweat, furious eyes, what a sight
Tellin’ her, "It’ll be ok, babe, dontcha worry,
the doc’ will be here in a hurry."

Showin’ up in black
I say, "Get my baby on track."
"Seems like shes withdrawin’, son,
it’ll be a long time ’till this battles won."

My baby lost the battle
No chance of hearin’ that rattle
She took herself, and my baby too
Thinkin’ to myself, "She coulda started new."


Details | Rhyme | |

Nobody Wins

Blood shed open fire 
Weak and tired 
Ditches to be their bed 
Fifty winks they lay their head
Haunted by the blasting sound 
Grieved by bodies on the ground
His daddy had to leave 
To young to really know to young to grieve
A call on the phone leaves a saddened end
Running to her arms is a comforting friend
Commands came in an order was spoken
Not one thing differant but more hearts broken
In the bedroom playing is their son
Scattered on the floor are army men with guns
Side by side he puts them in a line
This ones Tommy's daddy this ones mine
Crashing and banging in all his fun
All bad guys gone and daddy won
Holding daddy in his hand
He runs to mommy as fast as he can
The bad guys are dead and daddy won
Picking him up she cradles her son
Mommy don't cry now you wont be alone
The bad guys are dead daddy's comming home



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Questions of Loved

One foot in place,
Bed of decease.
Palms on the pillow of rest, 
Tombstone.
Soil linen unfolded to cover the mourning soul.
Despondency at the Mormon rain of thoughts,
"For better or for worst...Till death..."
Seems bewildering now after all the years of faithfulness.
External charm of her womanhood stroked daily by words of sweet nothing,
Innermost lift untouched by human's hand.
Secret heart tramped by  reflection of trespasses,
Wondering of "Is it me? For what could I have done greater in love?"
Her cheek pressed firm in oneness with the windowpane.
Tears flowing,
Holding back the warmth summer arrays upon the glasswork.
Emotions fight to keep her in the breathing,
Reasoning her way out in weariness.
Final breath,
Words exhaled in one accord.
Another-
"Yes, transgression I have lived, continuing? I am already in existence."
Thinking within of never giving to the excellence of her womanliness in marriage.
Sound of a door ajar,
Slamped.
"Honey!"
Thoughts of her or someone else?
Maybe moments of overwhelming Monday night football with the boys.
Speedily wiping the weeping from her presence.
"I'm here!"
Or is she?
A woman unloved is given possibility of foolish acts.
I meditate at times on this alone;
Solitude decision on her behalf?
Additional help sent from somewhere near,
Maybe the better half?
"Better half?" Forgive me. That doesn't sound right.


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Spring Road

Spring Road is quiet except for the dog
Ginger chases the deer and barks at the road
As the snow shines like diamonds in darkness, with the moon hanging low
Christmas came earlier this year than most
And I stare out the window alone as a ghost 
In this house full of silence that wasn't supposed to be so
The first one's the hardest, that's what they all tell me, you know

The kids were up early and under the tree
At a quarter to seven, but waited for me
To come down and play Santa, pass out all the toys that we bought
Trish made the turkey like you did last year
Bill and I watched the game, I drank too many beers
And we met at the door, shed a tear, and shared the same thought
The one thing that all of us wanted, nobody got

And I keep it together, I don't let it show for the sake of the kids
I wait for the quiet, save it for private like I always did

And it's lonely at Baxter's in the Friday night crowd
The place seems much too smoky, the band much too loud
They all send their condolences, nice, but it doesn't quite do
But the roof's finally fixed and we redid the floors
I'm still doing too much, maybe more than before
But it helps to keep busy, it helps to have something to do
All those things that we planned on but somehow just never got to

And I keep it together, I don't let it show for the sake of the kids
I wait for the quiet, save it for private like I always did
But I miss you so bad and I'm just so damn mad at you leaving like this

And Spring Road is quiet except for the song 
Of the birds in the morning and time marching on
So I while away at each day the best I know how
Birthdays will come, anniversaries will too
I will pass them all quietly, thinking of you
As I drink to your health, and drink to mine too and then sleep
Waking and wondering how all these memories will keep



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I just pulled the plug

(This is a fictional poem)

I just pulled the plug and it hurts like hell.
I'm in so much pain that my eyes are starting to well.
I never thought I could win the hand of such a lady.
She loved me even though I'm a biker who's a little bit shady.

The doctor wanted me to pull the plug because he said she'd never wake.
It was the most difficult decision I've ever had to make.
It hurts so much that it's tearing me apart.
I just pulled the plug and it broke my heart.


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Something Missing

He would often wonder why he was so blue.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong
But often he got a feeling, like he had the flu.
He felt empty and spent, certainly not strong.

Sometimes he would catch himself just thinking,
"There is something missing in my existence."
Often times, he felt there was a thing he wasn't seeing,
Like a great secret hidden from his presence.

"What could it be?" he thought.

Everything he had, money, a big white house,
Fancy car, a sailboat, a nice dog, and lots of toys.
He had the best job, a pretty wife, but he felt like a louse!
He just sat at home, and refused to go out with the boys.

He started to feel defenseless, and even a bit paranoid.
He would mope around the house, or fall asleep with a book.
The grass started to get long and his wife became annoyed.
Everything was perfect, but he felt like a big fish on a hook.

"I have to do something about this!" he screamed at the trees.

One day he was searching for something in the closet, when
He heard someone calling his name from under his bed.
This was strange, because he was alone and his wife wasn't in.
Until he heard it once again, he'd thought it was in his head.

"Who is under that bed?" he spoke with a tiny squeak.

He stood up and walked toward the bed, stopped, and stood.
"There isn't anyone under the bed," he thought.
He peered underneath the bed, because he felt he should.
Lying underneath, was the old shotgun he'd bought.

"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten that," he whispered to himself.

He tried to reach for it, but it had been slid too far under.
He went for his wife's broom to use for a lever.
Returning, he poked with the broom and spun the gun asunder.
He poked once more and accidentally hit the trigger.

"Oh my God!" he said, just before the explosion.


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I can't smile

(This is a fictional poem)

I can't smile because I have nothing to smile about.
After fourteen years of marriage, my wife walked out.
She blames me for the death of our son.
Now that I've lost them both, life is no longer exciting or fun.

When I was taking our son to his football game, I had a bad wreck.
I survived but I was horrified when I learned that it broke my son's neck.
My wife spit in my face as she walked out the door.
I can't stand the pain, I don't want to live anymore.


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The love of my life is gone forever

(This is a fictional poem but people really do die from eating toxic mushrooms.)

I got married last year and now my wife is dead.
She wanted me to buy her some mushrooms but I picked her some that I found 
in the woods instead.
I thought that the mushrooms I found were edible but I was wrong.
She ate them after I cooked them and she didn't live very long.
When she started getting sick, I drove her to the emergency room.
I drove as fast as I could but sadly she was doomed.
After we arrived, I was shocked by what the doctor said.
He told me that he pronounced her dead.
It takes a professional to tell which mushrooms are edible.
But I'm no pro and when my wife died, I was responsible.
When we said our vows, we thought we'd always be together.
Now I'm living in misery because the love of my life is gone forever.
If you're not a professional, please only eat mushrooms that are sold in stores.
Don't make the same mistake I did or you or someone who you love may not live 
anymore.


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Childbirth

(This is a fictional poem)

I lost the most precious thing on Earth.
My beloved wife died during childbirth.
I pushed her to have a baby even though the doctor told us not to.
Now that she's gone, I can't stand this unbearable pain I'm going through.
She was diabetic and I should've known better.
My life became complete on the day that I met her.
But now she's dead and I know that I'm the one to blame.
When they buried her, I knew that life would never be the same.
The baby also perished on that horrible day.
I wish somebody would shoot me and take the pain away.


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Untitled #4 / When his wife died

When his wife died after three months of marriage
the widower tried to fill the hole in his heart
with food, TV, cards, booze, Buddhism
but none could take her place
so instead
he put a hole in his head.


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The Kiss of Life

He almost slept (as was wonted),
When, alas he saw her lying there-
Still, as if she were in winding sheets
Upon their bed; Drawing near to her,
He heard no breath.  Then, placing his hands
Upon her breast, he felt no pulse-
Vital signs that awakened him
To remove the sheets and her gown franticly!
With longing eyes of desperation
And his face to her face,
He tilted her head back in "Dear God" hope
And with repentant lips touched hers-
Now cold and dry.
Again and again, mouth to mouth,
With hands upon her breast,
As his tears' tracks traced paths to her,
He proceeded with importunity,
When, alas!  Her tear stained cheeks coughed.
Her eyes opened wide; beholding him face to face
In a moment of gratitude and longing desire,
She hurriedly caressed him with forgiving lips-
Now warm and wet,
Again and again, mouth to mouth;
As she placed his hands upon her breast, 
He felt her pulse,
And as she drew him near, he heard her breathe-
Vital signs that kept him thoughtful;
As she disrobed him, they lay passionately
Upon their bed removing the winding sheets;
They slept together (as was wanted).

This poem was written to complement the watercolor painting "The Kiss of Life".


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Killed by steroids

(This is a fictional poem)

Tragedy struck when my brother died last year.
His wife and kids still mourn and shed their tears.
It was so sad when my brother's life was destroyed.
He died because he took steroids.
We told him that steroids can be dangerous.
But he wanted big muscles so he never listened to us.
Without him in my life, life doesn't have as much luster as it did.
Now I spend my time trying to comfort his wife and kids.


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Lost Love

She stood there on the lonely beach looking out to sea
With the wind blowing through her hair she turned to look at me
Her eyes were a deep dark blue like that of the sea
They seemed to penetrate and search the soul inside of me
When she spoke her voice fell so softly on the air
While the winds seemed to scatter the words everywhere
The sun seemed to dim so as not to harm her in any way
As the sunrise gave forth from night to day
But she was crying and there were teardrops on the sand
For her love had been killed the night before in some foreign land
She remembered their first date and their first kiss
She remembered when he had to leave and how much he would be missed
She wanted to hold him so very, very close again
And hope that it would ease some of this pain
But she knew that he was gone for he died yesterday
So she put his memory in the back of her mind and walked away
He is dead but she carries a life
For my daughter was his loving wife