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Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Worm Poem

A Certain Kind Of Death 

She was in love 
Their expression of it 
Was the perfection of it 
The way they shared 
What they had 
Was beyond compare
Today is the culmination 
Of their dedication 
Today she is pregnant 
Overwhelmed 
Overjoyed
Her heart sings 
Then the phone rings 

At the hospital 
Next to her dead husband 
How is this possible 
Why did this happen 
Grief stricken
But not heartbroken 
She still had a piece of him 
She had to be strong 
For their child
Even though he was gone 
She had to find a way 
To march on 

Pain and spot bleeding
At the hospital again
Getting ready for birthing 
No rhyme or reason 
For complication 
She took care of her body
Took care of her baby 
Its two months too soon
For the child to leave the womb 
Lacking strength and power 
It only lived an hour 
She could only scream 
She could only scream 

No strength to go through the motions
She hasn’t seen family or friends
Trying to find something within
nothing left to give 
No reason to live 
Her mind is out of reasons
she is dead inside
Her memories fading away
She’s doesn’t want to lose them
Tries to hold on to them 
She racks her brain all day 
Trying to find a way 
To keep them fresh and vibrant 

It came to her at a convenience store
A fisherman was buying some worms
She saw them wiggling 
Saw them moving 
She bought all they had 
And took them home 
She knew she had gone mad
But she didn’t want to be alone
Lying in her bed 
Longing for the dead 
She put the worms in her womb 
And pretended her baby was alive

Her days were filled with joy 
They were going to have a boy
Her husband would stay home
He could finally feel him kick and move 
His happiness was there only wish
They would love and cherish 
Every moment of everyday 
The perfect family 
For everyone to envy 
She wasn’t alone anymore 
She didn’t have to cry 
She was no longer ripped and torn 

Her evenings were horrifying 
She wasn’t taking worms out
She was reliving her baby dying 
She never once heard it crying 
Never got to hold it in her arms 
Failed to keep it from harm 
She was useless 
She was helpless
She was hopeless
She should have died too 
She should have kept him inside her
Even if it had killed her 

She decided one day 
To keep her baby 
Decided not to let the doctors take it away
She started to feel some pain 
She decided on a name 
She can barely move now 
She would keep David safe somehow
She’s constantly bleeding and convulsing 
She can feel his life pulsating 
She gave birth before she died
With the worms pouring out 
and of one thing there is no doubt

There is a certain kind of death 
Waiting, for some of us 

Copyright © Nathan D. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

the worm poem

A Certain Kind Of Death 

She was in love 
Their expression of it 
Was the perfection of it 
The way they shared  
Was beyond compare
Today is the culmination 
Of their dedication 
Today she is pregnant 
Overwhelmed overjoyed
Her heart sings 
Then the phone rings 

At the hospital 
Next to her dead husband 
How is the possible 
Why did this happen 
Grief stricken
But not heartbroken 
She still had a piece of him 
She had to be strong 
For their child
Even though he was gone 
She had to march on 

Pain and spot bleeding
Getting ready for birthing 
No rhyme or reason 
For complication 
She took care of her body
Took care of her baby 
Its two months too soon
For the child to leave the womb 
Lacking strength and power 
It only lived an hour 
She could only scream  

No strength to go through the motions
She hasn’t seen family or friends
Trying to find something within
nothing left to give 
No reason to live 
she is dead inside
Her memories fading away
She’s doesn’t want to lose them
Tries to hold on to them 
She racks her brain all day 
Trying to find a way 
To keep them fresh and vibrant 

It came to her at a convenience store
A fisherman was buying some worms
She saw them wiggling 
Saw them moving 
So she bought all they had  
She knew she had gone mad
But she didn’t want to be alone
Lying in her bed 
Longing for the dead 
She put the worms in her womb 
And pretended her baby was alive

Her days where filled with joy 
They where going to have a boy
Her husband would stay home
He could finally feel it kick and move 
His happiness was there only wish
They would love and cherish 
Every moment of everyday 
A happy family 
For everyone to envy 
She wasn’t alone anymore  
She was no longer ripped and torn 

Her evenings were horrifying 
She wasn’t just taking worms out
She was reliving her baby dying 
She never once heard it crying 
Never got to hold it in her arms 
Failed to keep it from harm 
She was useless 
She was helpless
She should have died too 
She should have kept inside her
Even if it had killed her 

She decided one day 
To keep her baby 
Decided not let the doctors take it away
She started to feel some pain 
She decided on a name 
She can barely move now 
She would keep David safe somehow
She’s constantly bleeding and convulsing 
She can feel his life pulsating 
She gave birth before she died 
And David was the only one that cried

Copyright © Nate D. | Year Posted 2010

Details | Epic | |

Creatures know true love

Baby, every-time you try to avoid me

A cute bird sings to make me calm
A naughty cat tires to help me laugh 
A stupid dog barks to divert my mind!!!

Baby, the creatures of all type feel my heart
Love me the way I love you
So creatures continue to have faith in true love!!!

Copyright © Balbir Singh | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Concrete | |

The Rising Red sun

                       Inspirational poem.. Rising Golden red sun all its way..dedicated to all 
                               of you  guys..wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare


                                          The Rising Red sun


As like the charming moon and  luminous star fades away.
It promises to send the dynamite sun shining in the sky.
Due to which oceano pearl glitters all the day.
Praying god for the happiness in all our way.

The morning sagas made me understand, Me and my vivacious life.
But When I look back and pick up the souvenir of my childhood. Its just nostalgic. Feel like to go back to the teenage. The sustained pain is the only option left that I can’t get those days of my innocence back.
All I could make up my mind and just say, move on. Just move on.

Ray of hope chimed my heart.
Because god gifted me Something and added in my cart.
Provided me and my sincerity towards work can’t depart.
From the very day uplifted to give a quick start.

The moment I realized the magnetising power of the sun.
Felt trust on it and renovated my life again by attenuating my pains.
Rest all I expect peace my thee.
Left with the ray of hope. Bless us  MY god, My lord !!!!!



Wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare






Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

Just Not Yet

Womb starts bulging oh no
Like a balloon you look on
As it bursts into life

Splintering my weak nerves on no
Pressing my nervous muscles oh no
Melting my bones oh no I say

Oh no, just not yet for this
Oh no, just not yet honey
Children are a gift from God!


Copyright © joyce wolayo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic | |

Rejection in Love

I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.

Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.

My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.

Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.

You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.

Copyright © B S Sky | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

No baby smiles at birth

No baby smiles on birth
Once tender
In a beautiful
World

all was peaceful 

Water running from
Her body to keep
The tender alive

Day  by day 

The tender grow
With no stress 

Oh The tender feed
From her body
What ever so come

there was 
No hunger 
Neither anger
There was enough 

Oh there was no 
Laws or rules
Only that of nature
Was for the tender

Day by day 
The tender grow
With no needs

What a paradise
Of love
The tender is
So well protected
From here womb
For she is a woman
Mother of creation

Day by day 
Till the 9th mouth
Time for birth 
Here the tender 
is force out
From this beautiful
World 
From the womb
So peaceful

Birth is on to life
As the tender 
Is now a baby 

Out from this peaceful
World (womb)
The baby cry for 
Likely He or she
is force out 
From heaven
Like is obvious
You see 
No baby smiles on birth 

Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic | |

Rejection in Love

I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.

Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.

My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.

Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.

You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.

Copyright © B S Sky | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Somebody's Baby

Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
 
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.

Copyright © CAROL ROBINSON | Year Posted 2007

Details | Epic | |

Destiny baby

If we have a choice before born
If we have a choice before grown
Destinity baby is a location when and where open your eyes
Soft baby tears as bloody as gets you nowhere unless some random luck

Destinity baby... I pray  for you to born in world's most secure and happy land
Till make your wolrd seamless  as you smile to be hug and fed in mothers breast.

Copyright © reyhan yucebay | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epic | |

Knowing You are there

Together we share...
it guarantees we care..
I know I can do anything 
as long as you are there....
Standing my ground on things that I care...
You give me the strength to speak my mind...
We are two souls, which have intertwined...
Our journey began when I was born...
On that bitter cold September morn...
You gave me a Bunny, that played a tune..
It was about the Sun, and not the Moon...
Then you gave me a hug and a sweet little kiss...
And told everybody you just got your wish...
You make me smile when I have a bad day..
And always have positive things to say...
I dedicate this to you my Brother...
As you are not like any other...
Your love for me has helped me grow...
To become the best Sister you’ll ever know....

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic | |

MY BABY BLUE

 BABY BLUE

Down the magic aisle.
Born out of lovely white.
Seek and you shall meet.
The lady with a ravishing skin.


In summer did she arrive.
Perfect constellations allign.
Fetish but divine cause.
Hideous in her earthly flaws.


Physically ordained to the letter.
Lo and behold...I smell her.
Men flock at her pageantry tusk.
Down the street, she loiters all.


Crazy is a virtue in its words.
A blacksmiths work is never done
Fueled with economic brittle.
Sort by many, sorts by little.


Admonish my baby blue.
Intertwine in her values.
Chaste in likely manners.
My baby blue of all standards.

Copyright © abidemi oyewole | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

Generation XXX

Generation XXX
(Another Name for Gen Y(My Generation)

Beer goggles and Whiskey Rivers,
Pain numbing remedies that exude depression,
Marijuana oxygen and pain killer shivers,
Innocent faces with devilish expression,
Blood red eyes with cocaine explanations,
White lies, cooked up in haste, 
For the aforementioned, sell your feelings for a taste!

Young lady, young lady, impossible to find,
What has become of “Daddy’s Little Girl?”
Grew up as billboard, all body and no mind,
Succumbed to degradation just to fit in this world,
Princess? No More!
With bitter wounds and sans support,
Responds to “bxxch” labeled as “whore”
Sex for poison and sex for sport!

Young man, young man, could you bear to walk alone?
With choreographed legs and clay molded spine?
Quoting the majority, speaking with your friends’ tone,
Holding onto shirttails while blindly disregarding lines,
Unprotected sex just to help you feel alive,
Forced to buy diapers with the pennies you have earned,
From one into intoxicated night you did not want to be deprived,
Came a baby by a girl whose name you had to learn!

Young lady, Young man, both working like a slave,
To provide for a family that neither wished to know,
They scream as their dreams get sealed within a grave,
Essential sacrifices because the baby has to grow,
A self-destructive generation, corrupted and vexed,
Generation Y, is Generation XXX

Copyright © Audonus Taylor | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

HAZEL EYEZ

                                                  I mesmerize 
                                                  You tantalize                                                      
                                                       Slim
                                                      Tender
                                                       Hazel
                                                       Eyes
                                              Baby your fun size
                                        So let me bask in you sun rise
                           slowly but yet roughly surf your smooth thighs, 
                          as we greet each others soul dancing in the flame
                                       of our eyes as we mesmerize 
                                                           rub 
                                                         fondle
                                                      in the play
                                                       in the lay
                                   that our tenders stimulate and amplify 
                                                     the moment 
                                     I gaze in to your appalling sunrise, 
                                                just you and me free,
                                                      he and she
                                             no shades on my eyes, 
                                                  bravely staring in
                                                    your sunrise 
                                                  hitting the bank, 
                                                     the shore of 
                                                  your fluffy inside, 
                       like pillow fights at night, guiding my long black stripe,
                       into you wet dark night, we take flight as ecstasy ignites
                      in between your slim tender tight, I am the man tonight she
                   said baby you can sleep over tonight, I say yes baby ok then we
                        can lay back on fluffy pillows and watch a boxing fight,
  SHE SAYS HMM BOXING FIGHT DAMN BABY YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE THAT RIGHT!!! 
                 She asks whats the cab number again. LOL why is every thing alright?
                                          What its just a boxing fight!!!

Copyright © Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT | Year Posted 2012

Details | Senryu | |

Spring Break -Part 2-

I had the best Spring Break yet!
Spending time with
Family makes me happy!

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Stay

I have never had to say it...
the word, that now is pushing at the seams of my closed lips
but I find myself wanting to
I have never needed to say it....
the word that has the ability to cut me down at the knees
but I find myself wanting to
I have never thought to say it....
the word that begs to be meant whenever it is spoken
but I find myself wanting to
I have never had to say it...
that one word...
the one...
that takes away, in an instant, all the dependence I have on myself
but...
as always...
I find myself wanting to

I have never needed to say it
I never...guessed I would...say it
I..
should
probably
stop 
saying
never.
because that was before you
before I fell 
off the cliff of a beautiful free-fall, right into a pool of eternity with you
before I felt
the warmth of knowing that there is a special place for me, with you
before I could
imagine the world as a sphere of untapped boundless potential...
and you

I have never needed to say it.
before you
but tonight
as you pull your hands away, letting the cotton of your embrace slip of my reach 
I stare into you
letting the wells of my soul speak for me in a language that was made for you
and 
I have never had to say it
but I do.

Stay.

Copyright © Karis Watie | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

Atonement Broken A love tale of Menaka and Vishwamitra

Sage Vishwamitra 
deeper in penance
years has passed 
never opened his eyes 
sparkling like fire 
penance like unconquerable
Indra, the king of gods,
horrified overwhelmed 
steep spiritual rise of
tapasya would make 
sage very powerful 
even conquer heaven
anxious Indra sent Menaka, 
a beautiful dancer of his court, 
to earth break his penance
a celestial nymph  
spiritual powers. 
Youthful and vibrant
Viswamitra with his eyes closed
She sang, danced, 
garlands of fragrant flowers
put them around 
Vishwamitra opened his eyes 
O beauty of heaven
your  body shines
like a diamond flame, 
a spotless beauty
alike the moon’s.
a black-eyed beauty 
on the hill-top,
statuesque,
like a golden girl. 
The hill, its creepers,
its bushes, all flamed 
With the golden beauty
of the golden girl.
she appealed, 
O chief of the majesty
your tapas is magnificent
O my Lord
surrendered my whole to you
marry me, marry me,
What worked once,
may work again
Sage felt lust and passion
well up inside him 
saw her swimming naked 
lake near the waterfall. 
gave up penance to be with her 
made love for years together.
Menaka had come with a mission, 
but fell deeply in love 
two shared a passion 
experienced by none else
Vishwamitra came to know 
Indra's devious trick 
aware of Menaka's genuine love 
therefore,merely cursed her
separated from beloved forever. 
Menaka left for heavens 
she was pregnant 
a beautiful baby born
baby left at sage Kanva's ashram
           to be continued..............

Copyright © Anita sharma | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Baby-Steps

Complicated as it may be we all take the baby a step into the light; or back light of our life, Generally we never took the time to really slow~down and inhale that one last breath before growing~up at A fast PACE.
But we manage to keep the water~afloat above gravity feet, blasting through the strucktured build that we create, for our~selfs hoping not to fall abandonately apon natures knee.
We trust blindly against the world around us, looking for that one straight answer that no one can give, except for you, for no one knows better than you.
Yes, we may ask opinions, or may know the answer, but do we really??? for it might be costly; this I will ask please take the necessary Baby~Steps to elabirate any road and take it with <<< cushion >>> Make then the right turn around guided by our father above in prayer and LOVE to full~fill the blessings that are yet still to come.

Copyright © Carma Reed | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic | |

CAN I HAVE YOU

I feel good to have L
what I feel for you won't make you go through hell
in loving you am definitely going to do that well
with a smile on my face I have O
come into my life and make ma heart whole 
what I feel for you right now is beyond control 
it made me realize I have V
with you is where I would rather be can't you see 
just to be with you I can cross the ocean and cross the sea 
and see what I have got E
they say what will be will be 
to have a fruitful life love is key 
truly when I close my eyes all I see is you 
with the four letters L O V E close to my heart 
and my eyes closed with my mind open I say 
can I have YOU

Copyright © Tunaldo Naldo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic | |

Steamy Summer Night

Heat rose from the pool 
It was bathed only in the moonlight
At the end where the diving board sat was a lone float with ants on it
Now we all know that ants don't swim 
So why were the ants on the float
Maybe because the bugs were on the boat in the pool on this so cool
Are they starting to have night school on the water in the pool
How did they get out there in water at night was a mircle from above
Did the devil do this to smite the lord 
I come out to cool in the pool 
I so wanted to bath in the moonlight 
But what must I do with this school in my pool
Turn on my flood lights and give them a fright just maybe I can see if they
can swim or drown

Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

Cupid's Diaper Rash

As Cupid came on streaming through
the sky in great repose.
The friction caught him by surprise
in every sense Helios.

To solve the problem he would think
"How can I keep my cool?"
And with a nod and with a wink
proved he was no one's fool.

He sprinkled powder on his diaper.
The kind the heroes use.
Then with a jump went head-long up
and set about to cruise.

So when you look to Cupid now,
as one who would fly by.
Remember that his frightening speed
has left him safe and dry.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Nap Time For Kitty

As the kids sat around undecided and blaize…
A summer project was needed ever so badly today…
My crew wavered and together finally exclaimed…
They wanted a video and to make it spectacular this time…
Anything less than U Tube quality would be a crime…
So the kids ask for a poem about their favorite fare,
They wanted it full of a large quantity of action and flair.
And the topic they wanted, that warmed their hearts…
Were the antics of Dandylion the cat of our house.
So cat chasing and spying became a spectacular game…
As they watched the kitty pounce upon his little rag mouse.
Then he slid and he jumped as he ran through the house.
He attacked the dogs tails as he snuck up behind…
And he climbed to the window to count birds passing by…
Then he tried to jump on the counter as I made everyone’s lunch.
He had to eat first… there was no other way, than first…
Then later I put the baby down for a nap…
And surprise, surprise! 
I found the Kitty next to baby with 4 paws to the sky.

The video, music, and poetry would eventually come to be…
With the older kids stringing it together for me.
It was finally good for a lot of laughs…
As the kids all got copies for dear Mom and Dad…

But now let me instruct and suggest as all videos must:
Though many a one was happily surprised and beset…
No Animals were hurt in the making of “Nap Time for Kitty”...
Of that, you can bet...

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Nveer Happened

What If…   Christmas Never Happened???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

It's Just The Baby Crying

Screaming For The World
Making The Sounds Of Feelings
Legs Kick For The Floor
Hands Reach For The Ceiling

The Baby Is Crying 
Now The Baby Is Crawling
The Baby Stood Up 
Now The Baby Is Walking

Look The Baby Grew Up
And The Grown Still Cry
Screaming For The World
With Feelings In Their Eye

We Start Life On Our Back
We End Life Just The Same
From The Womb To The Tomb
Such A Beautiful Game

Love Is Baby Food 
For Cub Or Lion
When You Feel A Need Deep Inside
It's Just The Baby Crying!

Copyright © Cortez Maurell Lewis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |

Cupid's M16

Cupid opened up and fired
a full out M-16.
When everyone dropped dead and down
to such a horrid scene.

The Pope came by
and gave his blessings.
That's all that he could do.
Then Castro phoned to offer peace
and share cigar or two.

But Cupid wasn't there to listen.
cupid shot to kill.
He knew their lovers were in Heaven
and shot with lead to fill.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic | |

Once a child birth

Once a child birth.
 it is  Saturday,
 a  day of a new life
hardly  in suffering mind
a child once born,
born through abyss detriment
of motor contract expansion
expanding in contract pain voice
the voice in agony pain play
like a sheep playing in the ocean
of glory  laughter 
yet in a state of being a child
mother shout in groan of pain
deliverance
      aah-i can't , i can't
complaining twice, thrice and
congealed in  froze
frozing yonder outside of thy world,
in a sleeping wool of white color
the wool of which her baby lade 
crying endlessly from long way of 
 walked
a baby mother finally relief and
ended kicking the bucket full of water.
but yet cry,shout ,yelled hilaring,commotion
all join in depravity
a child mother no longer dwelth ,nor breath
in the world humans
rather  went to the world of  dead
In hail may her exist in paradise.

Copyright © melvin beckley | Year Posted 2008

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PART ONE - Stone Angels - An Epic

We dwell in quiet places Where mortals sleep eternally We earthbound angels made of stone Keeping vigil for thee Stone angels carved by human hands In honor of the dead Giving meaning to the path Where mortals dare to tread And if you care to rest a spell In this quiet place we dwell You too will come to understand The stories we will tell Stories that are etched in stone For each departed soul And their journey here on earth The greatest stories ever told So listen very carefully With your heart and not your ears And with our silent voices Let us take you through the years Of one dearly departed And her life of joy and tears From the cradle to the grave A life of courage and of fear Now step with us into this realm Where earth and heaven meet And see the petals of this Rose Strewn o'er the cobbled streets And like the rose that bears her name May her beauty bloom again In all its glory in this story Amid the thorns that still remain Let us tell you of a child Born in eighteen twenty-five A little girl so pure and shy She made the willows sigh In a land where wooden ships With canvas wings did fly On a wailing wind With the moon and the stars Their only guide A child born without a sin The way that life begins Who at the age of seventeen Lost her innocence To a Captain Twice her age Who on that fateful day Took away her freedom When she became his slave How at the age of 17 She finally came to know The bitter thorn that lies beneath The beauty of the rose As she hid his seed Beneath a frock Of slavery and shame And her face beneath a veil of tears Each one Cried in vain Bought by this man A widower Raising babes that weren't her own She called upon her inner strength To make this land her home While he remained for months at sea She waited patiently Until the day when one-by-one The leaves fell from the trees As autumn died And heaven cried Her baby girl was born While all the village gossips Looked at Rose with utter scorn A stranger in a strange strange land A Rose that whites called black In that moment realized There was no going back She named her daughter Amber With hair the hue of flames A child of God who town-folk dubbed The Captain's child of shame And like the thorns that laid in wait beneath her mother Rose This child would one day come to know The evil they would sew A child with blood of black and white A heavy cross to bear Who could not In her innocence Conceive The evil lurking there ``` The remainder of this epic can be read in Part Two posted in my next entry. Please proceed.

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016

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Baby Girl

Hey baby girl,
I love you and your my world.
I know you don't know me, 
But me and your mom are enemies.
I was hoping we could be a happy family.
But things never happen like you want it to be.
We was young, I was a young adult and she was nineteen.
We got caught in the love seen 
And thought we could make it if we worked as a team.
But things got in front of our dreams.
The important thing,
Is that I love you and forever in my heart you will always be-Mario Perez


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Copyright © Mario Perez | Year Posted 2012

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Epic: Twained This Battle

Obsolescent parasites; gathering as dae's whirlwind swirling about: kyklos...
His child's decaying flesh: Insecticide's, repelling incubus bloodlines ? Fa chancre
Paris green tremulous their queue; lassa fever scarab's, 'croix de guerre schizein phren.

Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014