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On Occasion

A beautiful time, the slightest breeze 
We yearn to be more than lost 
Your charm so delightful, alluring
Warm to my every thought
The beauty of life's song 
Sings so sweet in our minds
On occasion our souls will play
Among the ruins within our hearts
Delighted in everyday life
Intimately peaceful with every breath 

Copyright © Jules M.

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How beautiful it can be

How beautiful it can be:

see your grandfather still so deeply in love with your grandma after she's gone.

How beautiful it can be:

Hear their love story all over again,
About how they've met,
how they found trust,
How they fall in love,
How did they deal with all problems around them.

How beautiful it can be:

Hear how he tells us about how much he loves her,
how much he cared for her.

He said:"She's gone but her pure soul is still with me"
He said:i saw her....she's waiting for me...she's waving at me....She wants me there with her..."

the last thing he said was:

I  can't live without her,

I HAVE TO GO!

Copyright © nina mihandoust

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Passing

To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice

The red light district has lost an inductee
For I would have love to be involved in her naked party
Yet for now we must all be content 
With the debauched path she hath went.

Sadness invades a binary world
Where tweeters and bloggers hearts have curled
Bringing back memories of Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’
Her fashion advice precise like a mastoplexic surgeon

I remember the fervour when you were followed by Kath Kidston
A similar experience when I had my first Jar of Branston
Yet when you found out the intensity with which I was following you
You wanted to change species and become a Gnu

You learnt to accept my frequent outpourings of love
When you finally spoke to me, I felt as free as a pure white dove
But upon your departure I feel pathetic and hollowed
The best I can hope for is the number of one of the hot bloggers you followed

She was always my muse, my intimate inspiration
No-one can cause such an outpouring of personal perspiration
My heart now yearns to see her type a special tweet
One that would make Mr Sexton act like a dog on heat

Now the world mourns the passing of Lily Fulvio-Mason
I can still see her face reflected in my wash basin
With every heart beat, every full blooded pulse
My sadness streaked blood makes my body convulse

But now it’s time to go, my heart says goodbye
The pain eats my nipples like the Syrphid Fly
I can finally see your body laid in an eternal rest
And now I can now finally uncover your breast.

Copyright © Tom Hyam

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Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday…somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get too political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man

I remember…When I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands…
But you ripped my away from her…From my home
you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul

I feel helpless…I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you

Freedom…oh how much I’ve heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
when God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…

Copyright © Zeki Madjid

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No Words

Looking at my Father and Mother
Together
was like looking
at God! 
No words
can describe!
What then is God?
LOVE !


GRAYDYE   10-28-05

Copyright © gary dye

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Memories

Sometimes I am glued to the Earth
See every tear,every laugh and every fist…
Sometimes my mind is flying above our world…
Hear every thought…
But even there I have no silence
In my mind the violence I’ve seen…
In my mind memories of heaven where I've been
But memories are past…
And even though they last
They can’t replace the smell of heavens grass
They cant replace every tear every laugh and every fist that there I’ve had
They’re just memories
I wish I was able to go back

and feel home…

Copyright © Zeki Madjid

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Heart

Heart you are the destroyer
Heart you’re a killer
Why are you doing this to me?
Why don’t you do your functions? 
Stop to interfere with my other organs?

You are making a festival of diseases to my body
While you are incurable
You’re exposing me to high blood pressure
It requires a hypothetically proven cardiologist to operate you
Every time when I see something of beauty you intrude my mind

You’re making wrong decisions for me
You’re purpose is to pump blood and
Is to remove the waste products that I don’t need
Not to see outcomes of a decision before you commit them
Now I am friendless because of your companion jealousy

People asks themselves what can pass through me without an attempt 
My friends think that I am a copy cat because of you
A stone is sufficient to be your replacement if you were not my life support 
organ
Heart Stop intrusions and let my mind make decisions for me

Copyright © Sello Matsepe

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Sleeping Beauty Crisis

the rain becomes autumn
and autumn becomes rain
there is a Gold Surviving System
(GSS) around the brain
with unexpected creatures
who lift the modern burden
of being so involved 
in glass rotating hours
curriculum vitae sleep
and we call this LOVE
and we fall in a drop
among yellow leaves.

www.simonadancila.com

Copyright © simona dancila

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America the Beautiful

America the Beautiful 
The heartland of America of peace and old farmhouses,
the country I read about as a young man it is still there
although news we are served is of riots and mass shooting.
Sturdy farmers in blue overall at the bottom of the road
 have collections of old stuff from recent past things
collected for the love of it, but you can buy some if they
feel like selling, canny know the value of scrap metal
Nice roads in a green landscape and tall three, and no 
police sirens scream around winding corners and bullets
do not fly through the air hitting a child. 

This is America the beautiful, I will go there someday,
perhaps buy a rusty old Dodge that has been standing under
a tree for twenty five years-who cares- and talk to the old 
farmer about this and the sorry life of city dwellers.        

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

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Belle

precious cargo
princess in making
those precise green eyes
the colors of fall
completed with poise
your presence remains
reminiscing on those mornings-
you'd follow me round-
without a sound-
no expectation-
but with the unconditional
limitation.

final breaths within my arms
silent suffocating
death sure appears cruel

Rest in peace Belle. 16 years old <3 I love you.

Copyright © Sarah Casey

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Beautiful Strife

I lament over the passing of thee  
Privately, not for eyes to see
Shall I write not say a word
This world a cold cruel place.

Your path one of beautiful strife
Many unaware the glory of life
So many quotes they say absurd
This world a cold cruel place.

My face did sink in untimely passing
Shall I eat or go on fasting
How I want this feeling to purge
This world a cold cruel place.

On the brink from smelling the ash
We cannot bring back the past
Emotions hidden not let to surge
This world a cold cruel place.

Copyright © ANDREA TRAVIS

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The Poet who Did Not Know it

A knife in the pen

Dispensing blood's inks

A shroud of mind

In each cell thinks

The sentence is endless

Each thought is perturbed

The notion of freedom

Becomes more disturbed

Fire the match to the torch to the castle

Instead use a cap, a gown, and a tassel

Such children's toys

Deserve to be broken

They are tools of destruction

Like words never spoken

Copyright © Charles Rutherford

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Heartbreak

Cold murder
Fierce cold
That waged war with a fire ball
The thunder claps
The rain smiles
Walking down down memory lane
To those beautiful avenue
Young and beautiful was I,
Free to be me.
Those humble memories I hold with nostalgia
I cherish them more than life
Not long ago,I celebrated my victory
My world nose-dived
I was indeed happy,so glad I made it through
But!...My joy starts to crash
In my very eyes
I must survive,but how would I?
Troubles and confusion the path I only know
Listen,I'm a survivour
I told myself and forged ahead
Burying all hindrances behind,let's go.
Time and time again
I look with tears in my eyes
At the recent happenings
And is as if God is gone
Everything seems black
But,can I still hold on?
My heart is broken
Down and completely out
Well I hoe, hope would arrive soon
And this horrendous nightmare would be over
Only to find out I've been dreaming.

Copyright © OPEMIPO AKINSOYINU

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Sketch

 To make a new experience,
once I thought to walk down my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge….. 
 
I crossed the Chowrungee
& walked down the foot of the Grand,
I saw an oldman to his daily daydreams',
eyes to the heaven - and hands to the earth,
leaning there to the marble pillar beside the Bata-showroom.
I crossed him and hundreds passed by,
thousands looked at him
and rest, running to the new market's new brand.
 
Little further I went…
infront of the Indian Museum,
there I saw a woman, with her child in the warmth of her arms,
sitting there crying for her life and praying for her child,
but, none looked down to the present,
rather, eager to know the legends,
and hundreds came out by the history;
rest were still in the museum,
in the future through the time machine.
 
I went on, walking down by the foot,
crossed the road and  further a two minutes of walk,
as I headed to the Victoria Memorial Hall-
the beautiful marble palace and its calm surrounding,
there the couples making their day, and ,
one making a sketch of that beautiful marble architecture,
but, none could make a sketch of that little baby's heart…
who's clothings were only his naked body,
crying for little shelter and thirst for mother's breast milk. 
He was born to make a new life,
and he's lying there for someone could sketch his lost life.
 
I realized then ,
what I thought of an experience to walk down to my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge,
is an experience to make a sketch….
of the real life,
 in Kolkata.

Copyright © Swairik Das

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O BRAVE AND BEAUTIFUL CITY OF NATIONS

Time had passed so swiftly,
but the sadness of yesterday
has never gone away from anyone:
as tears and flowers float on water...
on a new September' morning of late summer,
in this brave and beautiful City of Nations,
revealing a dreary tone, 
which has gathered to grieve
its tremendous losses;
and did that memory ever leave:
our fervent prayers and fondest thoughts... 
to make room for forgiveness?

The souls of all who were struck
by those roaring planes, for a cause so unjustified,
here in a sad, but memorable place are alive
in the eyes of their loved ones;
and their smiles can even comfort them
in spite of the heavy sorrow hanging over them,
and if they could talk to them from their peaceful place...
they'd tell them:  they're beside them to ease their load!

O brave and beautiful City of Nations,
with wide gates and generous hearts...
let this gloomy day turn into a light of eternal hope,
where everyone can hold hands and finally cope
with the intense grief that love can gently free from pain:
by clinging to a promise that never loses its shine!
O brave and beautiful City of Nations,
mourn together and let the flute and violin
console you with their sad harmony;
O weeping hearts, invite joy
by constantly remembering:  how
they laughed and cherished life in every way;
it can be found in the mist of unconquerable sorrows!
O brave and beautiful City of Nations,
when they died, something nobler lived on:
their sacrifice...to lead us into a safer tomorrow!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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Blank slate

ul clean, a blank slate 
Take me to that place beyond pain and hate 
I hear death lightly rapping, knuckles at the door 
Use the key, set yourself free, so you can soar 

The ending is just a beginner 
For the lover of life's not a sinner 
Countless incarnations more to go 
For the soul to learn all it needs to know 

Like a window, wiped invisibly clear 
Such that flying birds can't even see 
Where there is no longer any separation 
All is one, no need for you and then me 

I see them crying from the parallel 
I'm right here with them, but they can't tell 
The five senses so limited 
Why so shocked over what was always temporary? 

Don't worry, I'll see you again soon 
Soul recognition, sure as a new moon 
And there we'll be, a brand new start 
Where only one can go with a child's heart

Copyright © buggie Felix

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CHILD TEARS TO A BIRD FRIEND

Child,
Bird, bird, when would mother come back?
The pumpkin leaves is dying and our
Compound is filled by spilled blood.
Would mother ever come back again friend?
Would there be more blood in the compound?
Father has fallen, Nkechi is gone and 
The future of those living is blank.
The shrine has be dismentled and the
Walls of the compound has fallen apart
And I am all alone, alone in tears.



Bird.
Child, child, mother won't be coming back.
She had gone with the breast milk and smiles.
Leave the pumpkin leaves for her own trouble
Having what matters at the time it matters is
The best child, hold those tears for your beloved country
Until the end of time in death before dishonour.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent

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When I Die

When I Die
Let the angels sing
Let the sunshine turn into rain

When I Die
Don't shed a tear
I shall be in the 
heavens above

When I Die
Meet me there
Its the beautiful place
that you'll see called Heaven

When I Die 
Nothing will do me no harm
The bad days are gone by
No more weeping eyes
No more mistakes 
No more going through
the pain that ache me

When I Die
God has set my soul free
Now I am free
My life will never be the same
my soul had gotten weak, wasn't able to move

When I Die
Now I will be able to live the perfect life
I always wanted to live
Now here is the peace
for me where I lay my weaken body

When I Die
My eyes will be close 
But never forgetting who I was 
Where I came from
Never forgetting the loved ones 
Family, friends, and enemies
No matter who you were
I still loved you
Nver forgetting who you are

When I Die
As each day passes by
surely I'll miss you 
Maybe you'll miss me too
Don't always come teary eyed
Remember who you are
And the special things that God will have for you

When I Die
Now I will become a beautiful angel
Pray for you above
each and everyday

When I Die
I will be waiting on you
In that special place above
where its called Heaven

When I Die
When I Die

Copyright © Deneshia Bryant

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Sweet Angel of Love

Sweet angel of love,
Your face as soft as a dove.
You caress my face at night,
And i have a dream of your beautiful sight.
Sweet angel of love,
You send me light from above.
I think of you when i'm alone,
Wishing you were here,and not gone.
I miss you oh so very much,Your beautiful smile,and your tender touch.
Sweet angel of love!

Copyright © Beth Underwood

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America The Beautiful

   
  Every day, we see people that need help; you
 rush pass them like they are not there.

 So many are disabled United States Veterans,
 that travel as ghosts among us; we see them
 in our mind's eye, but not with our vision.
 
 As a Nation, American's are supposed to care
 about each other, but, as a rule, they only
 care about their interests and forget
 that these veterans are the very people that
 gave them freedom, sometimes at aterrible
 cost.

 So, the next time you see someone that needs
 help, stop, look, listen, and think about
 the circumstances if the situation was
 reversed.

 Would you want someone to help you?

Copyright © Sara Cenno