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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


Details | Epic | |

My father is a Soldier

My father is a hero.
He stands so tall and proud.
His hands are firm, But gentle.
He stands out in a crowd.
People stop to Thank him.
For Freedom he does fight.
My father is a Soldier.
But he's my Dad at night!


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Details | Lyric | |

Beer Pong Balls

-Sing along to Jingle Bells-


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!

Heeeeeyyyy!

Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!


Drinking Michelobe... Sipping on some Jack...
We just made two cups... Give us the balls back!
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Guys can finger cups... Girls know they can blow...
I'm hall of fame, In this game, cause I drink like a pro

OOOOhh!

Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!

Heeeeeyyyy!

Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!


A day or two ago... Drinking Miller Light...
I had won eight games, and then got in a fight...
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
We ran out of beer... Had to get some more...
If I'm alive, then I can drive, let's all go to the store!

OOOOhh!

Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!

Heeeeeyyyy!

Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet 18 Parody

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold
Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today.
And your stomach hath too many a fold.

Sometimes too hot your sister shines,
And often is your grey complexion dimmed;
And you always smell like my uncle’s swine 
Except your upper lip is less well trimmed.

Thy eternal summer did long since fade
And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.


Details | Rhyme | |

The True Love of a Man

When I was just a little girl, I dreamed I’d meet a knight. He’d proudly wear his shining armor, and guard me day and night. I kept on dreaming half my life and searched as I grew. Until I found my knight one day, I found my knight in you! Before our paths crossed that day, my struggles had been great. But when I laid my eyes upon you, I thought it must be fate. You gently got to know me and embraced me as a friend. And as our friendship grew in time, we knew it wouldn’t end. As our lives were set in motion, we climbed mountains and sailed seas. And as we’ve shared our lives together, we’ve blended with such ease. Our friendship grew as years passed by into such an enduring love. This thing we have together now was blessed from God above! I know we both have said it. We feel it in our souls. We’ve devoted our lives to each other, and together we’ll grow old. The love we share is very rare, and should be held with high esteem. For some may only find this kind, only in their dreams. This is what God planned for us, to live here on this land. To be the best we both can be, walking through it hand in hand. Even when our roads seem rough, we must have a faith that lasts. We’ll smile as we share many today’s, and reflect gladly on our past. I hope I’ve touched your life my love, as much as you’ve touched mine. For this is the love I’ve always dreamed of, a love both gentle and kind. I believe we meet our “soul mate” only once in our lives. This blessing from God has come to us, I’m proud to be your wife. With all this said my poem will end. A poem for my love, who is also my friend! I want to thank you with all that I am, For showing me Darling, the true love of a man!
With all my love, Michelle Merry Christmas – December 2006©


Details | ABC | |

Battle of the words

Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality 
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications


Love your self...



Details | Free verse | |

Jamaica IsLands

Sun blazed;
Crystal clear
Skies, sparkle
Diamonds of
True beauty bliss...

Jamaica Islands
Exports with "JAH LOVE",
NO DISCRIMINATION.

SO Break-Out the tanning-oil
and beach towel kick-off 
your shoes, let your
Hair down N' hang- loose...
For awhile.

Take A swim to refresh 
Your mind and feel relaxed
Sand tickling your toes.

Peacefully and Enjoy Life:
For "JAMAICA ISLANDS IS;
HERE TO STAY...." WE ARE
ALL ONE BIG FAM AT JAMAICA 
ISLANDS!!!"

Written By:
SWEET N' SOUR= CARMA

06-24-12


A Tribute to a great poet n' writer:
RICHARD PALMER        THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT
                                        SOUP " FAM" TO THE END....

Entered in contest Letting your hair down
Sponsored by: Yasmin Khan


Details | Rhyme | |

Ash to a Rose

as we age it is time to reflect,
a moment in time but a tiny speck.
Looking back to see our value I suppose,
how fertile we were like ash to a rose.
If only we could our wisdom impart,
somehow stamp it on  a young one's heart
the value of wisdom you see,
when I was young it was unknown to me.
selfishly thinking I was invincible,
not grasping the basic principle.
That without the ash on a rose,
we can't appreciate the choices we chose.
We go on thinking selfishly,
no one is as smart as me.
What an arrogant existence that must be,
without the wisdom of the elderly.




Details | Bio | |

Maurice Glenn Turner and Randy Thompson: Fallen Heroes

Glenn Turner and Randall "Randy" Thompson were the best police officer and volunteer firefighter in all of Cobb County, Georgia, until March 1995 (WWF Monday Night Raw and WWF Wrestle-Mania XI) and January 2001 (Raw Is War, WWF SmackDown!, and the WWF Royal Rumble) when their lives were taken away from their loving families by Julia Lynn Womack: aka the "Black Poisoning Widow." It seems that it was these two guys in uniform who married the same woman, especially when she was after their money, totaling hundreds and thousands of dollars, even in life insurance. Glenn and Randy have been killed by a deadly liquid by the form of Etheline Glycol rich antifreeze; Lynn Turner used it to spike that of lime-flavored gelatin (green Jell-O), sweet iced tea, and chicken noodle soup. Now, how cold-blooded was that? But to be honest, Maurice G. Turner and Randy Thompson, God rest their souls, really never should've met this gold digging assassin named Julia Lynn Womack (who's now dead) to begin with. Their families, their colleagues, and the citizens of Cobb County, Georgia, they still don't understand why the lives of these two men have to end in a tragic manner. They've got a bunch of whole lives ahead of them. But now that Lynn Turner, who killed both her police officer husband and her firefighter boyfriend, is dead, she can't hurt anyone else ever again. Randall and Glenn are no longer with their friends and families (including their moms), but their spirits will live on forever and they'll see their loved ones in heaven one day. And as for Julia Lynn Womack-Turner, she got what was coming to her and may she burn in the giant pit of inferno for all eternity.


Details | Sestina | |

The Maid, the Magpie and the Mirror

Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in a bond unbroken.

Time passes in silence as deep as the unbroken
promise of endless wisdom, gifted by the Magpie.
whose caws the Maid hears, within the depths of the mirror,
calls to the Queen, her Cleopatra, to her soul.
Magpie speaks to She on the Eastern Barge in the afterlife of death,
and to her Maid entombed. The sacred bird so near scrys.

The Magpie sits within oasis staring into the pool. It scrys
for all this time, its vigil, its protection, never broken.
Even when the sarcophagus is carried to the necropolis of the dead,
without, unknown, the bird speaks wisely through reflection, her Magpie.
Entombed, his Queen and her Maid, their bodies but not their souls,
Queen, Maid and Magpie, each cast a last gaze, alive within the mirror.

The Vows of Innocence, the Maid bespeaks the mirror.
Pleas to the Swallower of Shades, both Queen and Maid have scried
to The Burning One, and claim no lie, upon their soul.
As the light dims within the Maids eyes, in tomb unbroken,
she sees the life of her Queen and their Magpie
pass fast upon the brass, last breath of life and dying.

Oh, too soon the end, moans the Maid, I am dying.
Her life's reflection moves bronzed upon the mirror.
She screams, "My Queen," but hears only the caw of Magpie.
All around her other servants succumb and cry, whilst she sits scrying,
and the Magpie flies above in life entombed, eternity, unbroken.
As she beseeches all the Gods to save her soul.

The Magpie's spirit self moves within the mirror's soul.
He swoops gathering Cleopatra's essence, past the dying,
and brings her to the Maids side unbroken.
In afterlife upon the Eastern Barge they join the mirrored
whole, for he, the bird of magic, Magpie, has called and scried
it so. Part light of life, part dark of death, the Magpie.

The essence of each entwine united within this eternal mirror
for the Magpie cannot bear their deaths. He will protect and forever scry
in life the mirror sits unbroken a stolen bauble, and in it they dwell with the Magpie.





Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Hiraeth of a Modern Celt

Upon the green hills of Cymru
I stand arrested by the veiw
of cryptic sea and ancient shore 
that stood ten thousand years before
they met my callow eye
and will remain for many more
long after I die


I'm solemn above the briny stew
with thoughts of kin I never knew
fishing the sea, mining the coal
or mining the depths of a poet's soul
A nation's buried history
revived once more because it knows
the blood that flows through me

Blood that fed this fertile soil
with the Celtic tears and toil
of Warriors dead b'neath the peat
that pads the soles of anglish feet
the true Princes of Wales
rule no more upon this shore
except in children's tales

The epic song of Arthur's quest
or Madoc's journey somewhere west
stories of the Mabinogion 
or family tales of distant kin
who fought so hard, but failed
to keep their ancient birthright
so to distant lands they sailed

Centuries pass, now here I stand
a stranger in this native land
welcomed by the foe of yore
that chased my people from this shore
leaving me a world apart
from the Cymru pulsing through my blood
and beating in my heart


Details | Epic | |

For Charlie, With Love

To thee I sing O’ muse of verse,
Of our world that the Gods do curse.
For what Gods are these who cruelly play,
Their wicked games, for which humans pay.
Not content with a world of joy & love
They spite us all from Olympus above.
To try us all & break our backs,
As this is drama their world lacks.
For even Achilles was to die,
Yet his name lives on as time goes by.
So let me sing to you of a Great man,
Who’s name too lives on, after his sands have ran.
Charlie his name a heart so pure,
Full of love & passion, & courage sure.
Strode in he did to save poor souls,
One loving lady & her three foals.
‘Tis true his anger at times did boil,
But his effort was not mere toil.
‘Coz though the fires sometimes burned,
He & the foals soon were learned,
That in peace & harmony, joyous times were had,
A man found proud to call Dad.
With he at their side those foals matured,
& They to his nature became inured.
His fair traits & wit passed down,
Championer of rights, humour of renown.
But alas the Gods were not appeased,
Their unending anger had not eased,
So Zeus sent down his violent bolt
& struck Charlie down, what was his fault?
Who knows but they I shall not dwell,
‘Tis but part of the story that I do tell.
For when he passed on & spirit released,
His body slowed & heart was ceased,
He left himself without a sound
& found himself to Olympus bound.
 As he soared high like the dove
To the mount of the Gods high above,
He smiled to us all & sent a kiss
To all the people that he’ll miss.
& miss him back so we will,
That emptiness which we know can’t fill.
But hush your mourning & your sadness,
As he wished it show your gladness
That Charlie came & he all did touch,
Be thankful that we have that much.
So as I close this verse I do sing,
Aphrodite’s love & the fire Hephaestus does bring.
I say to thee be angry not at the Gods,
At Hera’s scheming & Zeus’s vile rods.
For they too bow to the fates,
Who plan our loves & plot our hates.
I thank thee all for your time,
For listening to my Ode to Charlie; my idle rhyme.
How I wish though, the outcome I could reverse,
I sing to thee, O’ muse of verse.


Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


____________________________________________________________
Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Chronic Pink

~~Chronic Pink~~ 
(Parents Peril * The Nightmare)


Evil sits and whispers -sweet lullabies
Chimes within my head,
I feel damnation scratching at my conscious
Of what was and is!

ASLEEP……………….

Water running down my toes
Rain taping at my windowpane
I fear; I’m reliving my childhood days
~~Dark April showers have a chronic look~~
Motioning me to escalate before daybreak, to face a colorless what!


The trickle of musty wind mesh under my skin
The panics initiates,
But all I conquer and collect is a gash of movement that very moment

SLEEPWALKING……………….

Feelings and wants exist inside my head
Visions of slitting my wrist from end to end
My  subconscious is no longer my friend
At night, praying is what got me through the dark-mares.
I held my own hand that very night
Telling myself it would be all right

EYES OPEN WIDE……………….

Walking down the narrow hall
These Chimes, these Chimes!
Grew with entanglements of crime
In my parent’s room, is where the lullabies were coming from?
Shhh!!! Hush now, I’m humming to the evil sweet chant… 
Whispers of dust suddenly stop
The envelope opener, I punch in and out each neck
One by one, they look up to only see me
A demonic child’s laughter erupts
Chronic Pink escape…

Pacing myself off the bed
I did not realize at that moment of what I've done

Cries of nothing led me back into my room.
There and only there water still sits under the sheets
The emptiness in my head was a sign that finally I can go back to sleep.
Falling asleep too the quietness that spilled around me
Waking up to, the parents peril sight every night

My subconscious held no sympathy
But, my chronic pink eyes relive this everyday memory

I cannot stand this….
Once again, I begin to hear the sound of scratching violins
Where dreams of ANGELS come in Chronic Pink.


by;pd
9/10/2012 


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


Details | Canzone | |

Godly Men

GODLY MEN

I speak thy name so often, you’d think I’d know the spell; but so help me, I swear I do; I
saw it this sullen
Mourning standing in the cue – the gaunt brother of commerce’s inclusion aching with
regret; I could smell it on his breath – Lord, the world devoid of love drains my brothers
blue – they seek you in such vacant places – they see you where they are, not: a subtle
telling sub-plot of longing and regret; oh how they adorn such phases: the raincoat, the
cup of coffee, the last great event of yearning; the wrong turn not taken; for all is
gone, forsaken – in the void that seeks consume them one, two or three. 
This is the last remark that can be spoken on the subject, for to lend it power is to doom
those brothers bold who beat thy rhythm true – those saints who ply a trade unique – to
stare at Godly men’s best intentions and render them oblique.


Details | Ballad | |

A Poetry Ballad

Ballad of the poet

When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early, 
early bird gets the worm.

With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch  *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~   *K.D*

Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled  *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn, 
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see,"  *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen. 
BUT!  In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul  * R.A.D.*

"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within"   *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart."  *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul...    *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time.  *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace.  *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face.    * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace!   *G.S.*


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young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


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Words

Christmas
Tree
Christ 
Spirit
Celebrate
Season
Angel
Manger
Manger
North Star
Sheperds


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I know I can Be a Bad Man

Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can

I think about life, I think about my everyday strifes
I know I love you girl you the mama of my children
You already like my wife
I know I have cheated from time to time 
but you the only one who I sleep with at the end of another long night

Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can

I know I like to drink yet it feels like I love that alcohol
This liqour and beer is my number one downfall
If it werent so then the crazy *****in my life now I would have never saw
I would have never ended up sitting in prison for breaking the law

Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can

It's alright now though because Im back in school
I know I struggle at times but Im reframing from being another lost fool
I know it bull-*****even though many youngsters think that *****is cool
But they don't know if they been where I been and still want to do what I do


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My Cousin Alf

Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all.





My cousin  Alf.

Whilst searching on the net one day
A name jumped out on me
Peter Duggan, as he is known
My cousin, that he be.
A crazy man, a writer too
Speaks his mind, I kid not you
He loves to argue, and debate
Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate.

He wrote me emails, all the time
And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme
His words were calming, made sense to me
Helped my fears,and anxieties.
Life for him had not been kind
Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind
But here he was, helping me
With all my anger, that He could see

As time did pass, my life got better
Thanks to him, and all his letters
Back and forth, we wrote like mad
Happy laughing, and sometimes sad.
Now here in Oz, I've come to see
My cousin, and his family
Yes he's just how I imagined
Loves all life, and writes with passion.

He argues, talks, and often shouts
Sings, and laughs, but what about?
Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude
He'll shock you too, if you're a prude
But underneath his suit of armour
There stands a man, who's met his karma
All he wants is peace in in life
No more trouble. fights and strife.

There's many souls who cannot cope
With this loud, outspoken bloke
But I know where this man is from
He says it in his words and songs.
So for me he is not Peter
Or Billy, John or Ralph
He simply is my cousin 
Also known as Alf.

Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.


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I Don't Hate America

I Don’t Hate America

I like the country I live in
That doesn’t mean I have to sing their songs
to prove that sh@!.
That doesn't mean that 
I can just can’t get over the fact that
they murdered the people who built it
 
America was dedicated to a proposition that
“all men are created equal, except
for women, indians and blacks

The white men were just fine is what we were told 
but what about those who were stolen that never made it over to NEW WORLD?
The ones that were thrown overboard and
those who died from sickness while in transport

Remember those who were born into slavery and never even knew what freedom was before their physical bodies left
and people like Thomas Jefferson
He understood that slavery was wrong but did not free his own until his death
What about those who beaten senseless and burned, and hanged,  
All while screaming “Nigger" What’s your new name?
Oh how soon do we forget…
That’s why I despise that word and
I don’t care who it is that uses it
#u$k that slavery sh@!
And #u$k that flag b@%ch!
#u$k you America because you’ve always made things hard .
So don’t look at me strange when I show those songs disregard and those fake ass patriotic undertones about how we are the land of the free
more like the land of the captured and the Home of the Slaves, see

I don’t’ hate America
I can be and do and go as I please
But, then I remember the poor people they injected with disease 
They thought they were getting free health care but the doctor is giving them syphilis 
Please! 

I remember the natives of this land
They slaughtered and labored them to work for freedom in their own land 

I remember the Civil War 
where we were a country divided by the Mason Dixon Line
The north and the south of the same country at war to save lives
 
I don’t hate America
This is my home 
But I refuse to let the things that 
my ancestors endured during the struggle of building SUCH A FINE COUNTRY be forgotten
It’s 2012 and the politicians still plottin to find a way to take away the black vote 
It’s the same shit, but now they just don’t use the noose to choke the life out of souls  
I’m so tired of the constitution and it’s loop holes, and amendments, and acts, and laws
This just proves that man can’t govern themselves because even with all these rules we constantly fall into the black hole deeper and deeper
I don’t hate America
I just choose to not take part in its little song and dance
I pledge my allegiance to God 
and continue to write and lose myself in my poetic trans 


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Mommy Why

 Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on.  So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me  to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on  in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother.  The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
    Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial  she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother.  She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat.  I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
    I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met  more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
 After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole  family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.


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Last Kiss

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


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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.


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Dancing Angels

Angels in heaven
Dancing on a small puddle
Always stay afloat


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A Tale Of Vampirates

Busy reading a curious series 
Wrapped in the fantasy 
Written within it's covers
A story of Vampirates

A complex tale of lives entwined 
Destiny shaped before life 
Journeys embarked upon
While sailing the open seas

Set in a time ahead of now 
Throughout the past plays it's part
Challenges faced by siblings divided
Worlds apart their loyalties tried

Enchanting descriptions of a world apart
Removed from reality
Still within its embrace
An epic tale of adventure

Thousands of pages
To tell its full tale
A beautiful story
An original, truly one of a kind

Wanting the story to continue 
For the characters journeys 
To not be through
To pick up where we left off

Sailing through the seas
In search of answers
Of treasure 
And more

Twins who were once sheltered 
Exposed to untold dangers
Denied the truth
To who they are

Centuries of time 
Riddled with tales 
Of more than just the twins 
Conner and Grace

But alas the tale is done
With their unusual stories
Left swinging in limbo
So onto the next one

Written by:  Shannon Deane
Written:  June 9th, 2011
Contest:  Sea Of Words


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MOTHER AND DAUGHTER UNITED

Come hither my daughter nay,
Rest your weary brow.
Let thou' est tears flow freely,
Between hearts companions.
Strong shoulders balance shifting, 
Weight.
Beliefs trust in one anther, 
Equalizing the scale.
Emotions roller coaster,
Youths growing pains pass
Swiftly.
Rest at ease, within homes
Sheltering heaven.
Outside forces that seem 
To crowed you in are repelled.  
Safe harbor lies ahead follow,
Instincts guiding light.
Be not worried a calming,
Embrace awaits.
Maturities age lends worthy,
Advise, 
To open ears learning wisdom's,
Lessons.
Solutions gratitude heals,
Generations rifts, 
Building strong future,
Foundations.
Graceful dancer step lightly, 
Across Life's stage,
Let destinies winds turn,
Every page.
But always remember mother, 
Remains constantly near,
To challenge, protect that,
Which s most dear.

BY: CHERYL ANN DUNN


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Sarah Marie Johnson

Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her own parents over some guy. They knew that Sarah wasn't supposed to get into this so-called "serious relationship" with this guy named Bruno Santos. The illegal immigrant was three years older than her, especially when he is still known for having a criminal history. It's sad to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had to die that soon. The entire Johnson family had their lives ahead of them. Sarah Johnson is a heartless liar, an assassin, and on top of all that, she has no soul. The girl was afraid that both of her parents would go to the police and have her so-called "boyfriend" arrested and charged for statutory rape, so Miss Johnson killed them. Now, that was a cowardly move. The reason why Sarah Johnson had killed both of her own parents (mother and father) is because for one, they were going to send him straight to jail for dating a then-sixteen-year-old and they grounded her for life, as in, "indefinitely." Everybody, including her brother, knows that Sarah has no heart and no soul. But in the end, I guess society is better off with Sarah Marie Johnson in prison for the rest of her life. And as far as the citizens of Bellevue, Idaho, her family and her high school friends are concerned, prison is where she belongs. She wasn't abused by both of her parents, but I still can't believe she killed them in cold blood. Now that's what everybody's talking about: a cold, calculates sociopath with no remorse for what she did and had felt no empathy. Sarah Johnson will always be remembered as a bad woman with a selfish ego. And if all types of homicides (matricide, fratricide, and/or parricide) continue to increase, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.


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She really did get this call

I wish I could be a fly on the wall,
  
When my poor old mother gets the phone call,

        “He’s here at the bar
  
        Quick bring us your car,

Your husband just got in a brawl”


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Young Fool -To my Father

YOUNG FOOL.

Weren’t you the silly and stubborn young man who came to the land of the Free
and home of the Brave to work for free, starve and get no sleep? How dare you change 
paradise for this?

Once the night fell you got on a tiny boat with a thousand others breaking your mother’s 
heart and making the toughest man on earth cry, your father.

Oh you silly young man... smart, handsome, talented, and humble of only 23 decided to 
risk it all. You had it better than most back home, yet you needed more. You needed to 
set foot on the land of “Once upon a time.”

Days went by, weeks and maybe months, desperation came closer and the toughest 
broke down, the braves returned back home to make it there as if it was meant to be like 
that and the fool like you continued. Even though everything seemed to be endless, you, 
I guess, you trusted God or were too blind folded by your desires that you didn’t back up.

Tierra! (Land!) Was screamed in desperation as a sign of relieve. Tierra! Columbus and his 
men would’ve been ashamed of their cry announcing that they had reached land if they 
would’ve heard you and your companions.

OH, you silly old man, still don’t own a home. Yet, feel that you have accomplished all. 
Like a sleepy baby you got through the days. You made it through with hands that had a 
mind of their own, fixing things, painting, and doing things that still amaze us all.

But you, you didn’t come here for the home, the car of the year, or the Bling Bling but for 
the future of two little girls. Foolishness, ignorance and desire taught you to be the best 
man to walk the surface of the earth, to be tough, to be brave like a soldier and to stay 
humble all the way!

I love you Dad.




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Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.



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God Received An Angel

In the summer of 2007, God received an angel.
The Angels name was Katie. 
Katie was sweet & Katie was good
But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie
Out of the hood.
She did all she could, she gave all she had
But never in her life treated anyone bad.
Jesus, I know that she’s good
I know that she is great
But sometimes I just hate, 
Hate that she is gone
Hate that she is away
I think about her everyday.
Everyone & Everything is changing
Family is falling apart, 
Oh why it’s breaking my heart.
Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns
God you got a gift 
But sometimes I wish,
Wish you hadn’t took my Angel
Wish you would have let her stay a little longer.
God received an Angel.
The Angels name was Katie
 I hope Katie is with me daily
Until I die & visit her in the sky
House is up wholesale, everyone thinking
“WHAT THE HELL”
Angels, Angels, Angels
Angels flying here, Angels flying there
Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere
You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways 
I get up in the morning wondering when is my day
& who will be next to depart us.
My heart was broken when you took my Angel
Oh, why did you have to take her,
Her out of all people
She followed the rules and the laws 
But I am wondering is that all.


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Late Night New

Sitting in a chair and watching a movie I get a phone call,
She's dead, my little sister tells me, and I drop the ball.
you are really gone, I can't believe how this can happen,
You didn't have to go, I wish I could of dropped in. 

Hearing and seeing all the tears that are being poured out for you is very sad,
This day will be remembered in yours and you two little angels forever and that's not bad. 
Not being able to see you any more will be hard but ill think of something to occupy my self,
But till than tho, shine bright for our God and save me a crown a big shelf.


Dedication to: Alina Bukhanstova and her two little angels. 

PS: R.I.P, you will be missed.


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WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


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For My Unborn Seed and Girlfriend

Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ 
When Im not myself you set me free/ 
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
 Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ 
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
 Without you I could have never planted my seed/ 
I hate to say it but you make me better/ 
You know I love you even without this letter/ 
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
 I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
 I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
 Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
 my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........


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Growing In Years

He is my gentle seduction
that makes me lighter than air
he holds onto me firmly
so I won't up and disappear

Not that I don't love him
but in fact, I love him so dear
but remember, I told you, 
he makes me lighter than air

He has to be my angel
God sent me, I, unaware
for years I stopped dreaming
I guess out of lonely fear

But today, I woke from dreaming,with him kissing my ear
how perfect our love is, in our older years
enjoying those simpler things like cooking
fishing or just holding the other near

He is my handsome husband
the father of my children, our truest bliss
soon the grandfather to the symbol
of all these growing in loving years


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Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


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Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard


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With all good well wish for all

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


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An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE


As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Take Me

They played reverse psychology with his mind He felt so stupid Like everything he had ever believed was a lie The auras are bad, we continued to say They are not good Test the spirits…test the spirits He went haywire He pushed away How could we blame him? His body was not his own Come to grips, we told him The doctors don’t understand But still we must not jump to conclusions You are strong; you have God The upper hand If I lift this bed will you think otherwise? Lift the entire world and I will see nothing of you You are nobody compared to him in my eyes Your wonders are for wonderment alone You wander and then you stay You prey prey prey Those that prey desire nourishment Those who prey lack strength And to grab onto the youngest Mistaking him for stupid and weak That is below everything unworthy That is just pathetic Whatever you are You are not him And surely not worthy of a line of acknowledgement You hurt my closest friend And it is on You will be the reason The fire of my claws flare You will be the very thing I will devour It preyed on his innocence It made itself his friend Acting the hero Burning him to nothing in the end Come to grips, we said No more writing No more imagination The auras are not good He is not good! Laura is not good! Life life life is not good! You prey on a sick, young boy You are messing with a demon like me! I will tear you to shreds for the next flaw you set fire to! Believe me I will hide more under the timbers And I will crawl out Spewing perversity and hate And drag you in with me True colors will surround you I realize you have the power To kill my loved one I stake alone I hand the burning torch to you And with fire surrounding me I spit and hiss Take me Take me instead I know you want all And all live in me You cannot turn down my offer Become me And I will destroy me


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Come As You Are

At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late 
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called 
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into 
What you now call 
"disapointment"
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose 
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book 
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for 
Themselves


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Africa my Africa

......Africa my Africa....... A land flowing with milk and honey based on the Ancestral Savanna A land of beauty and radiance A land of strong warriors and built men A land of strong men with forsight A land where tobacco has its root deep into the loamy Africa my Africa Africa my Africa A land filled with beautiful maidens Maidens of honor and warmth sweets is the smell of their palm the rows in her hair defines her elegance A land of well bred princess of motherhood A land of sweet smell in its field Africa my Africa Africa my Africa A land of patriotic citizens A land of unending opportunites A place filled with rythme and sound of music in the air land where culture has its root Africa my Africa Oh how i long for my Africa the joy that fills my heart when i move closer can not be describe I long for my Africa, I love my Africa Africa gives me warmth and hope for a better day Africa oh my Africa


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Me

I understand the hearts of romantics,
The rapture of their words written on a blank piece of paper
Wrapped in pink ribbon to send to a lover
	 who only existed in the throes of imaginary adventure.
How the girl with the tattered spirit like a moth-infested closet
	Sprouted wings in a butterfly-like metamorphosis
Only to find a hole in the dusted wings that sent her sailing to the floor in a
frightening free-fall only followed by her teardrops.
How she dusted her knees and asked the teddy bear to kiss it better who only answered her
with the silent glint in his button eye.
How she patched herself up and continued flight.
How she broke her knees and heart in repetitiveness.   
	in a love unrequited.
I am the girl, I suffered, I mended.

The silent crisis deafening the city,
The boy with a glass pipe in his hand for an easy thrill
	lying in his own vomit across the street,
The grandmother weeping in the coldest room for hope and a time without need and addiction
	with a window seat to the neighboring event.

I am the boy that chases the dragon with a fearless anticipation,
Ignorant to the addiction that chews at my brain and teeth,
I scratch at the deposits in my arms and legs with a compulsive uneasiness
	to put on the sober face.
I fall on my knees in church,
Swear I believe in God and the Holy Ghost,
Pray to Jesus when it's unbearable,
Beg for the redemption of my fifteen year old soul because I know that my sins will reduce me
	to the burning pyre.

Adaptation, addiction abstinence, and absolution are all part of me,
I ask not of what the addict needs, for I become his heroin
	in his time of  relapse,
My cravings turn to pity for the men in withdrawal.

Beaming bright and beautiful,
My wings glow with the illumination that Mother graced me with long ago that I never
believed was
mine.

I am the warrior standing at the podium with words as my only ammo,
Facing my biggest fear.

Again the stares of inferiority.
Again the whispered thoughts against me.
Again the prejudice.

The knowledge overflows my being of terms I never analyzed completely,
An analysis of my inferiority to the people gazing at me with glazed eyes and polite smiles,
The understanding that wealth is the status quo as I stand in my old clothes and shoes,
I have nothing better to do than feel uplifted.

Again, the knowledge bubbles up in an outlet of laughter as it soars through my spirit
like a lighthouse's beam
	over the ocean.
They may be wealthy, but I am far richer.


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Oh! Humanity,

Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve completely lost your sanity.
 
Did you forget how to grow?
Every one of you was planted row by row.
Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love?
Did He not make the rains fall from up above?
Oh where is your heart?
Who gave you your first start?
 
Oh! Humanity,
What vanity!
 
Oh! Humanity,
What profanity!
 
Daylight hours just wash ashore,
With simple lives from once before!
Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother?
And what about your heavenly Brother?
Where is your Godforsaken mind?
What happened to being loving and kind?
 
Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve provoked such a calamity!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 
 


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The Red Symphony

A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time,
While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme.
In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste,
The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed
Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste
With luminous face and much grace added the rest:
As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked.
His group had a passionate look at what was booked
For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups.

They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops
For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief
Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief 
Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef,
And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf 
Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice;
But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice.

From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare: 
Carnati - sausages  kept in special aromatic smoke 
Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk;
Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers;
Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears 
Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red
After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed
Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice
Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice,
Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost; 
So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed;
Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail, 
Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale
In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin
In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean;
                                                                              
Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled 
Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled 
 And may falter some poetical from the famous songs
Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs
Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray.

This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday.
 
( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it  the pickles cucumbers jar.)


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Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
 
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.


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Autism is Her World

Autism is Her World

This little girl I’ve known all her life
Curls that bounce as she runs and laughs
Eyes that won’t connect with you
Frustration that turns to screams

Autism is her world

School can be a joyous time
A student of mine
Eager to learn, so excited
Always wants to please

Autism is her world

Smile is so bright and beautiful
Eyes that twinkle with delight
Loves all animals
Travels the world with her mind

Autism is her world

Stories that get written
Imagination that doesn’t quit
Knowledge that’s unstoppable
Hands and fingers move about

Autism is her world

My how she’s grown
Eyes try to look at you
Turning into a young lady
So beautiful

Autism is her world

Talks about her Autism
Knowing she will succeed
Zoologist is her goal
Countries where she will travel

Autism is her world

So many things on her mind
Worried and concerned always
Perfection is what she wants
Autism is her world

……By .barbara poor


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I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


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A VICTORY FOR A VISIONARY

Joseph the son of Jacob and Rachel by his own brothers he was betrayed
a young man with a gift of dreams whom they threw in a pit and wanted to slay
they were jealous of their father's affection for him and his gift from God
they couldn't understand the nature of his calling nor the compassion he had in his heart

not many people get it when they meet a person who possesses a godly perception
many are somewhat envious while other tend to take an exception
but to be a dreamer to be anointed with that special gift 
with the ability to help others spirits to be lift
to dream during the good times as well as the bad
to dream no matter the situation be you happy or sad
to dream as an encouragement to others even when you're down and low
to dream to let that gift from God in you continue to flow

most dreamers are visionaries who have experienced some sadness in life
most dreamers are able to see beyond humanity and into the heart of Christ
and even when they've been cast down they will lift their eyes to the hills
and no matter the circumstances they know to trust in the Lord God's will

a victory for a visionary, a victory from God's righteous plans
the providential mercy and grace which come from His omnipotent hands
from the pit to the palace, from the ravine to righteousness
Joseph sought no revenge nor displayed any bitterness
Joseph had an opportunity to ruin his brothers but he understood his role
he was a gifted dreamer entrusted with a godly perception entrenched in his soul

so no matter what folks put you through God can turn the tide
for vengeance is the Lord's so put your grievances to the side
Joseph forgave his brothers' betrayal and he lived to tell the tale
and despite all the hardships he suffered his life turned out quite well

so if you find yourself in a pit situation or you're feeling pitiful about your life
know there's a victory for a visionary if you follow the teachings of Christ


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THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


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America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


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Single Kisses

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


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Times of Trouble Are Ahead

Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


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Me Ireland

My Husband’s family is from Ireland, and his family’s name is Scoles.
They say they have a city there… called Scoles Corner… We are told.
We don’t know about the city or why it was named just so…
Were they so very many, or named, as to let the good know, where not to go.

I think it was the numbers that lead directly to that famous name, 
For they are truly a hardy bunch and I see in them lots of fun, not shame.
My family were Cohagens, and I suspect we often kissed the Blarney Stone.
For many a time, a few of my folk would disappear, as others came around.

The McDermotts were our friends, a solemn group for sure, I do tell you so.
Still the light of kindness glowed from them, I am sure that, you must know.
Still we’re all Americans now, in a country deeply seeded in Gaelic love.
For every one among us… has a small or large, touch of Gaelic blood.

As St. Paddy’s day comes near us, I’ll share and salute you with a green beer.
And if any go to Ireland, I’ll tell them… to kiss the Blarney stone, so dear.


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A Better Life...

A Better Life

I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,

Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,

What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,

Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,

She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,

They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,

Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,

Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,

There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,

I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win, 

And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,

So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,

I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,

To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.


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A Faerie Box Quest

Nattie and Thomas had left home
In search of the magic Portal,
And there find: Vilenist, a song,
Faerie dust--to save the mortals.

"There it is, Nattie! I can see it!"
Screamed Thomas with so much delight,
Not seeing the stream, fell in it.
"You can swim when everything's right!"

Scolded Nattie, "But now, let's go!"
Then she helped Thomas from the cool stream.
They followed the path to the glow
From the Portal refracting beam.

"Okay. This is it...you ready?"
"Yes,  Nattie. She needs us! Let's jump!"
Jump they did. But, not quite steady
Landing on a toadstool...KER--THUMP!

"Ouch! Get off my head!", cried Toadstool.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?"
Scuff'ling to their feet--Nattie, cool--
Said, "We're sorry! No need blowing!

"We didn't mean to land on you."
"Well...all right then...Am I bleeding?!"
Gigg'ling, Nattie said, "Not a bruise!"
"I'm Larch Bolete! Your names...Seedling?"

I'm Nattie...Thomas, my brother.
And we're here to see Vilenist.
Can you tell which way or other
We need to go: North, South, West, East?"

"Gladly my dear, but do take care.
Night is coming--strange things about--
If you must go, then East is where
She'll be...Your hearts must be quite stout!"

With smiles and thank you, East they went.
Night had come, but their path was bright.
"WOW! Look, Nattie! Magnificient!
Everything glows--You see this, right?"

"Yes, Thomas, but do you see"--"NAT!!"
Fluid rainbows--quicker than quick!
Spark'ling colours--this way and that!
And music that changed with each click!

Before they could say one more thing,
The most beautiful Rainbow Fae
Was playing harmonics on strings
Of her violin--that could fly!

She was colours and ice crystals.
She moved like the air and could change.
Her hair, rainbow-streaked--a minstrel
Whose music healed, saved, spoke through planes.

"Nattie Grace snd Thomas, you're here!
I've been expecting you, my dear.
There isn't much time, but don't fear,
I have what you came for quite near."

Vilenist, then presented two
Items: a simple box of Great Oak Wood,
And a small twinkling jar of blue,
With instructions, they understood.

"In this box, is the song you seek.
You mustn't look!  You mustn't peek!
To save your mortals so unique.
This jar: Faerie Dust--for each cheek."

She took them to the Portal base
And blessed them both as they passed through
With a song and faerie dust face,
"Where you believe there is magic...you will find it."

deborah burch©
5/27/2012 

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Kitchen

 
Years my father nostalgic for my mother.
She'd set the Shabbat table
Guess the white cloth the flu vegetable land
 Let the fine flour, put the meat
Put the tomatoes and garlic
She could cook.
It tasted feed came from us
And so would put us as cookies Yu Yu Tonisaiot
Sweet biscuits dipped in liquid dam
Rosewater would add my grandmother if she had been allowed to
But here in my mother would make the salads very thinly
To unite us at the Shabbat table.

I did not learn a foreign language parents
My parents speak their language changes
Request a sweet Polish father
Tunisian mature mother
And I did not learn of them a foreign language
Only Hebrew sucked mother that it was not her mother tongue
She spoke with her sisters in French
Arabic
Jewish and jargon that far.

In the kitchen I did not learn a foreign language
Only Hebrew


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The Devils Advocate II




***********The Devil is Hipe'*********

      ------

I have said it before
And I will say it a again'
When it come's to Death
And Destruction
The Devil is alway's lending
A helping hand..

    ------
He sleeps' with the Heart
Of thy enemie....
He stir's the pot
He carries' their thoughts
            -Fore- 
He has a Handy
             Forget Me not
      ------
He can rip right threw
A family....
With-out even giving it
A second thought..
      ----
These are thing's that We
Should really share..
But, the fact of the matter is
That You never even knew
He was there..
     ----
Fore He is every where
Since the begining of time
If you search for the Truth
Then He is harder to find..
       -----
Their is such Evil
At His command
But, don't forget Jesus
He always' foil the plan
With just one simple
AMEN
And to this I say
            AMEN

              GF


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I Just Can Not Win

There was a day, oh so clear… I took my newly trained dog for a walk.
Just as I left the house… a rabbit came by, and yes, we were off.
My dog took off quite fast… as he ran the rabbit under a car.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… but I’m still alive, so far…

Then a squirrel crossed the street… for in a tree, to hide.
Clearly we had to follow… as cars swerved to miss us in their ride
I was very grateful that day… to find every thing still intact.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win…as a friend, helped us from a limb, well cracked.

Next the mailman rounded the bend… in his small-motorized truck
I sure am glad he got away… but again, me… not so much.
I can attest to my dog’s health… As we ran a mile in record time…
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… as a fire truck came roaring by.

Now don’t you worry so very much… we survived, yet, again?
And as all settled down, I was so glad… till the rain came rumbling in.
Since lightening and thunder scare him so… we made it home, in record time.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… as from under the door I climbed.

The dinner table had been set… as I hurried from the door.
Dinner will be late; I have to explain… as I now cleared it from the floor.
A walk always develops an appetite… I mused, as I began to explain doggy house laws.
Yep, you guessed it… I just can’t win…  as the turkey lay between his paws.

The trainer assured me my dog’s well trained… though with a small attention span
Training’s gone well, he said, again… though he looked like a crazed stuntman.
Yep, you guessed it… He couldn’t win…as he gave me, my money back 
A little chagrinned… he sent me on my way, with several tons of luck.

There’ll probably be another moment or two… with my beloved Great Dane.
But that’s to be expected… from a 100 lb puppy that’s almost potty trained
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win... But Don’t Worry, we’re doing well… 
OOOPS, the doorbell rang… here we go again, for another time…

But know, eventually he will grow up… and by then we’ll be just fine…


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A frog like me

When Fancy`s Fairy barefooted runs in the happy green, 
The blond bees dance near honey comb in New Jersey…
One Ocean distance to lie in daily gray and self mercy:
This butterfly lost the way of Brasil Carnival just seen

In virtual  3D in the last movie of the “generation mall”
At the European new poles beyond the old courtain.
The goldfish .jpg ,pdf , new prezi in chatrooms mentain
Virtual people looking for exotic food, forgot the call.

Beyond pictures.jpg, new projects.prezi kept in leptop,
Postmodern hermeneutics of love lost the compass
And compassion in this aquarium whose ocean may pass 
All in those proclaimed Mayas last days ,they will  stop.

Staying on the large yellow water lily, a frog like me
Is fascinated by the ocean of your eyes and their swords.
 I Goggle out at the little crumbs of bread and words
As thrown by the good visitors of the small lake free.
 
“Your bread is dry and dull: You are not good for Soup!”
I wanted to share the dinner with my noble neighbor:
A reddish tortoise stopped near my poetical harbor.
I know. I know I don`t live in Galapagos with your group.

Defiant white and red beets wait on the table` bands;
Horse radishes with invisible pricking javelin, vinegar,
Turkey, salad decorated with sweet basil, potatoes eager.
Family, Trinity, prayers, smiles, candles shaking hands.


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An angel came

An angel came!

Nights in black and white,
My mind keeps drifting from side to side.

Wondering in my mind about the voice I heard,
At my bedside an angel came.

"Be patient," The voice said;
I heard it so clear, yet so discreet.

To hear a strange voice whisper into my ear,
It made me scared, and it made me fear.

Fear from God who heard my cry,
Begging for mercy, to save a child.

Praying to all angels to keep her safe
The mother of my children, my soul mate.

This is a sign for me to know,
That God is with me, and I am not alone.

Thank you God for this sign you gave me,
To remind me that there is a God up there
and to be patient.
 
I’ll keep my faith every time I'm down,
With my forehead touching the ground.


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Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide, 

when I pulled on the slide,

 on the airplanes opening door partition, 

I had took the time, 

without being sublime,

 to explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition, 

Maybe he had thought it pure jest,

 his bulging eyes processed, 

as his parachute opened, he wore a look of derision,

 His body had spun, 

his look registered stunned, 

like this was some kind of unreasonable decision,

 It was expected of the youngest born,

 before Thanksgiving morn, 

to bring back from the nearest forest, a bird,

 after a mighty and fierce war, 

with piles of blood spilled galore, 

he registered a look,

 that I mistook, 

as if my demands were patently absurd, 

After the last desperate howl, 

of the game but defeated fowl, 

he would drag the beast back to where we were living, 

and as hard as he was able, 

slam it down on the dinner table,

 and holler loudly, "To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!


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Speckled Mist

Speckled Mist
 Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
 Large enough to consume our world
 Then as if connected to an invisible cord
 All become stiff as an old iron board
 
More beauty than could ever be caught
 Its multitude could never be bought
 The force of it all becomes unstoppable
 Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
 
Watching all things stiff
 Starts forming a speckled mist
 Within a dark green hiss
 It's a piranhas kiss
 Thats what that is
 
And out of the violet mane
 There hearts open souls untamed
 From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
 Within a males pyist
 It's love not in a grist
 It just keep forming out a name
 Once again eyes wide open love without game


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Do You Feel Like Ending Everything


Perhaps you feel like your life is “spiraling down” It’s as if everything’s come “crashing to the ground” Is your lie filled with A lot of apprehension? Just living day by bay with a lot of tension? Maybe you’re at a “low point” and very “distraught.” In life’s circumstances… you feel trapped and caught. If you feel confused… Like you’re in a “trance…” God’s word says to TRUST HIM, in every circumstance! God’s here to pick you up,\ when you stumble! He’s always do it, And never grumble! If life’s dealt you a bad hand, don’t try name it! Jesus loves you so much! It’s hard to explain it! All of heaven invites you to Invite Jesus as your lord! An eternal life with him, can be your great reward! By Jim Pemberton


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


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All men are Broken

I am not like your earthly father, why do you treat Me like him?
I am an all consuming love 
I am not double-minded; I can’t lie or hurt you with sin,
I created you to be more than what you currently are,
For the father fracture has caused so many of My children to be scared,

All men are broken,
All men were broken,
By their fathers who passed it down to you,
My sons and daughters there is nothing to impossible for me too do,

I am much bigger than anything you face and fear,
I am the Father who has seen every tear,
I am the Father who knows your deepest pain,
I am the Father who will always remain,

Though many fathers meant well they still could never be,
All that I am able to be unto thee,
You’re not your father, you’re not going to be the same,
You were never meant to live with the anxieties of a childhood filled with pain,
So let Me love you, let me in, I am not counting all your sins,
Let Me show you what you have never seen,
For perfect love heals and restores all lost dreams,

I am not your father, please blame me no more,
If you could only see what I have planned for your future; the greatness I have in store,
You would understand, you would forget the past, 
You would forgive your fathers, who didn’t know better and couldn’t fulfill their tasks,

A generation has been created,
That has been jaded and recklessly complicated,
I understand, but take my hand; I am not like a carnal man,
I will show you unconditional love that will never fail,
When things get tough I am the Father who will never bail,

I am not like your father, I have been falsely accused,
I am the father who will never leave your side, disappoint you, or abuse
I have watched you all your life suffer in silence, while hiding behind everything and anything to numb yourself well,
I was there every time you slipped up and every time you fell,

But listen my beloved, I call out to you each day,
Just stay quiet for a moment and you will hear what I want to say…

I am here; you are ever before me, for I carved your name in my hand,
I know how to reach you, for I loved you before you ever reached this land,

A broken child becomes a broken man,
Until he knows his heavenly Father is his biggest fan.
Give Me a chance to show you and you will finally understand
That it is My love that will guide you, just take hold of my hand.

By: Sabina Nicole


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Returning home

I have waited a year for your return
Its getting closer
Im scared
Things have changed so much
You have seen things, People should not have to experience
You set your life aside to defend our country
We are like strangers 
Learning how to be a family again
The struggle will be great
But we have made it 13 years
Together we can do anything


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Magical Candy Canes

Two little candy canes were bought at a store.
Excitement abounded as they’d have a new home, to explore.
Snuggled in a sack with beautiful toys all around.
Theirs was be a happy life, you can be sure, they had found

They arrived at their new home, as in a blink.
And what did they see, oh my, everything.
All that they’d dreamt of, was before them, you know.
And foremost was the tree… that they would call home.

The tree was decorated with such aplomb and fanfare, well done.
The children laughed and giggled as they ran all around.
What a riotous but organized day of joy it had become.
With tinsel, and ornaments, and lights so profound.

The candy canes were finally put on that glorious tree,
As, yes, a few were eaten by you and by me.
The ceremony ended when an angel was placed by Papa on top.
And no one made a sound, then vibrantly applauded as he came down. 

Finally they all had dinner in the room beyond, that night.
As all settled in to wait for that illustrious visit, so right.
Joy abounded all over this house as presents were, so nicely wrapped.
And cookies were made to hand all about.

The last of the candy canes would finally be eaten on Christmas Day…
As presents lay opened and children did play.
Now don’t be sad for those two magical candy canes…
They stole a ride with Santa to the North Pole on that special day.

Merry Christmas to all at Poetry Soup!


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My Grandfathers Dying Wish

See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you 
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver 
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love 
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention 
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat


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UNFOLD

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

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

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


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SAPPY SAGA

I am a story teller
Sentiment of the historic crater
Core of cruel massacre
1906 was a year of killer

Women and children died
Defending their nation’s pride
To the last drop of their blood till dried 
To heaven the incident was their guide

It was at the dawn of March 6
The slain bodies were buried
Some of them decapitated
Remain nothing but baby still sucking cried

The episode was known battle of the clouds
The epitome where martyrs behold
The true tale yet already old 
Bud Dahu story still severely untold

Justice and freedom were the cause
Until today this still the need most
Why can’t to them to grant this out 
If the world want the seed of peace sprout!


Dedicated to the slain during the 
Bud Dahu Massacre of 1906 
in Sulu Archipelago


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Why is it?

Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, 

But really they are preparing you for more school?

Who knows?

That has always been on mind for the past few days.

*comment if you know why or if you have any ideas*




                                        -angel4eva23


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A Poem for her Majesty the Queen on her Jubilee


To be English above all is not just a given, from the beginnings of time to the new world position.

It is of bravery and honour that has built the empire we know, that no matter what we may face no matter how big the enemy or challenge we will not quiver we shall not shudder nor walk away, our upper lip will remain stiff and the lions heart our enemy will feel in protection of Queen and country.

In a world of corruption and deceit, floundering morals as sources try to wash them away, inside this mayhem will always lay a loyal army to her Majesty and country that will fight tooth and nail to protect.
No matter the hatred or non believers we shall not fall. 

The most powerful family in the world that has ruled through generations of change and is echoed through the story of time this is my promise to you your Majesty we will always be here waiting on your every word to follow and serve as your loyal army. 

May GOD save the Queen and protect her people through time,
For we are ENGLAND . .  full of love . . . full of Pride! 


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US

For every woman, there is A 
man, who will join her,at the 
throne,As their alter for 
life,becomes blessed in the 
eyes of god,around family and 
friends,they are cherry to the 
bitter end,with nothing to 
fear,as their love for one 
another,becomes a blooming 
bundle,that grows to sprout,
like stars,continuously,forever,
To death do us part,in sickness,
and health, I will cherish you 
always, my love...


Dedication to Richard Palmer and me...


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THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








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mark and mark

hello my homland security bothers and friends i love you both iwant you too know for beleiveing in me and my lord and father who you can see!we fight the satanic cult and alquita too send evilmen to hell thats what we do!mark and mark walk with me and together we,ll bring the way for chirst too come to earth too stay!


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Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

My father decided he wanted his children		
buried, and left for dead.
But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true,
spared her children instead.
So I met with my selfish father,
where, by Gaea, we both were led,
and, holding the sickle she gave me,
this is what I said:

"Hello, dearest father.
I'm glad that you came. After years without you, 		
I know how you feel about us.				
I just hope you know:  We feel the same about you."

"But we are not here to argue.
I came here to say good bye."
He knew farewells were in order,
but he did not yet, know why.
I explained our situation,
as my siblings stood idly by,
saying, "If you don't want to have children,
you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try.
But its too late to go back now.
You cannot erase my family and I.
So that leaves us only one option,
and that's why I'm saying goodbye."

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came.  Now pay what is due. 			
We know how you feel about us,
and now you know how we feel about you."

He regretted the seeds he had sewn,
so, in charity, I reaped his remorse.
I swung my sickle pure and precise,
with such fervent and furious force;
His blood was late to react to the wound,
and that which was lost by means of divorce,
found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean-
unable to ever return to it's source.

	Together with most of my brothers and sisters,
	there seemed to be no better fit
	than to send him away, as he would have sent us;
	to the bottomless Tartarus pit.

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due.
We knew how you felt about all of us,
so we showed you just how we all feel about you." 	

"Farewell forever, father.
I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone.		
Know that your fear was what you created,
as I take my seat in what once was your throne."


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What If You LOST EVERYTHING



"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have “appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton


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The White of Your Eyes

As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.

I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.

I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.

I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.

Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.

Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.

And now your in the ground where you belong.


( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)


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You can only wish for something for so long

You can only wish for something for so long and then after awhile that wish is no longer a wish its a dream. Dont you be holding back your love because in the end your gonna want another round.


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My eX-gIRL fRIEND We Are Getting Married

This is a long lost dream story about Me and my EX-GIRL getting it back together again? Just who knows' where it will end......



***************
My ex-girlfriend and me
We are talking about
The possibility of getting
Married and I said that
We shall see.....
     ------
She asked' me if we were
Going to take lot's and lots'
           Of Picture's
And I answered, yes,
But We won' be taking
Them together  
     ------
And then She ask Me 
If it would be consummated
I said yes, but, only if it came
         With Tea'

                     GF


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Never Thought It Would Happen

We began so little and young, 
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.

Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, 
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. 
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, 
Nothing lasts forever.


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Being Different: The Matthew Shepard Story

I'm not going to rhyme and tell you a poem.
I'm going to tell you a story I Love and Know.

His name was Matthew Shepard.
The date was October 7, 1998,
He was tied to a fence and left to die.
He was pistol whipped and        d severly.
Matthew was an              American Boy.
And was attacked for being different.
But saddly, He was pronounced      on October 12, 1998.
For he was only 21 and loved by everyone.


This story is Based on the True Story About Matthew Shepard.
To see and learn about what else happened to him and to fight against H A T E Crimes go to 
this website and watch the video: www.MatthewShepard.org
Thank You for reading this sad but heartfelt story. . . . .


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The HEART says many words

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

It's the starter of the emotions.

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


         -Angel4eva23


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Love Will Out

In February? Sun burn from looking up at the sky? 
My Oh My… Yes, it’s so very nice and warm.
The trees are blooming and it warms my heart.
Even the groundhog came out, smiled, and looked around…
Six more weeks of this winter? The Best there’s been…
I’ll get out my Valentine trappings tomorrow at dawn.
Then I will go get our leaf blower and make it to blow…
Bubbles and Valentine hearts high in the air…everywhere… 
When my Hubby reaches our home and walks in the door…
I’ll cover him in hearts full of love… with kisses galore…
Yes, I’ll show him my heart… As he walks in… 
I’m sure… On Valentine’s Day our hearts will soar, again…

Happy Valentine’s Day to All and your Loves…


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im sick of it

im sick of it
sitting and waiting while people are hating
im invinsable 
i wanna change things 
be a woman that insnt a cleche 
im original 
i wanna be writen 
in books in history 
saying she did some thing 
im dissapointed in humanity
just walking around in complete insanity
so blissfully unaware 
of anothers humanity
how SAD 
you walk into me 
us humans 
are surrounded in stupidity
WAKE UP
STAND UP 
BE AWARE 
just CARE!!

if not Im flying to SATURN !! TAKE CARE !!


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RICH IS THE BLOOD

RICH IS THE BLOOD!
A witch has capabilities to get me if I am curse. God knows she can scare a stone in his or her godly works. However, the road I travel leaves her flabbergasted. Her spells and portion becomes acid. The water from the rain shrinks her head into a grue fuse. The eyes in the back of her head become a muddle puddle. Culmination tarns, when another Great Lake forms. A warlock is her next-to-kin, or might he be her husband? On the lagoon, sits a village of huts. The anger of passion can make all combustible. Meres form in the fire trucks. The hoses swarm around as a flood. Insurance rebuilds the village of huts into a majestic megalopolis. Aplomb all are in their Heliopolis. In a paroxysm, drives the Papadopoulos family. Making a wrong turn ended them at their home in Megalopolis. Not a difference was seen and they never return to their origin. They are fifth generation now with family throughout the universe. Their blood has made real children for all. Revelation of the witchcraft has evolve. The witches and warlocks of Megalopolis control and solve all created worlds. ________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 20, 2014!


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yelling loud

you say you love me 
you say  you care but when it comes down to it
youre not therre
youre just in the corner 
yelling real loud 
saying 
youre not worth *****without me 
u have any doubt

i fill my mind with silence i calm the storms
i close my ears 
but youre there 
screaming more
making my mind split into 2 
youre not the man i wanted 
i wanted someone that could do
what youll never do
look after youre daughter and me 
thought that made us 3 but its not u and me
youve decieced 
after the woumb youve been in
we r devided


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Lasting Freedom

In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of LASTIN FREEDOM you know what I mean.


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from Suede Dragon and the Theoretical Formula

A fragrant dancing tickles in my nose Inhaling deep- intoxicant perfume- Of some invisible narcotic rose. The earth is host to swirling love in bloom! Yet summers final blossom wilts away. Each dawning promissory sunset sky- Spectacular transition- ends each day, And no escaping, not for you and I! Two points of view may vary constancy, Surrendering to marginal debate. Relinquishing all fervent penalty, Embracing change, I yield, my devastate. May love transcendent of mentality Deliver always swift reality!


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


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Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


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My Inspiration John Green

I am not the Physically strong type,

I am not number one in the class,

I am not the most popular kid.

I am not the break dancer,

Nor am I musician or singer.

I am not the greatest artist,

My looks aren't that of Patric Swayze's.

I am not the next great author,

I am not that epic basketball player,

or next high school athlete of the year.

I am simply me,

I stand out in a crowd,

for my outlook on life and society.

I stand out for I don't bow down to fad's.

Nor do I care about the latest trends in clothes,

Music, television, who's what, what's what.

I am ME and that's all I will ever need to be.

I owe my Uncle a lot for shaping me into the,

young man I am today.

Thank You Very Much for Always Being There for Me

My Uncle John


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We will survive

We will survive   
Put a hot soup to table
No jobs to find yet  still hope

We will survive
Get me a job 
Save my kids

We will survive
Poverty will become history
Our shame to work on 



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HARD TO SEE

                                                                   Water In My Eyes

It’s hard to take off, when you’re left grounded.  Something lost I can’t find it.
 I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide

                                               “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

A feeling that comes over you, it comes and goes 
Often now putting me to my knees, a thirst for knowledge has grown.
Interpretations given to me, I want to fly but I’m stuck on the ground is what I realized.
I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide


                                                “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

You carry those you lost and offer you in their place, all you have are the memories a heart ache, a still picture of their face. Quest for knowledge you have shown, you can only save yourself when it’s time to kneel at the thrown. Interpretations given to me, still unable to fly I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide


                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

Arms out reached in front of me, waiting for a touch back to assist and help guide me, I know your there even in the open air, as the breeze passes by pushing out the water in my eye.
 Looking to the sky before it drips drops and it freezes. As u notice only your sign the one only you can see. If you found it it’s meant for you to continue to believe. Before you know it you’re looking up into the sky. You see clearly through a dry eye. No more needs God has heard you and now he will guide you.

Walking a set path try to live a life right. God will always give you your way of sight.
Keeping faith is all for just such a reason. It’s nice to see through all life’s seasons. But almost daily it gets blurry and things change size.







                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”
                                                                                 By Paul J Williams Sr
                                                                                 


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My Very Own Seeds

My time keeps ticking/ Fresh outta mind prison/ I still have a hard time trying to listen/
 I keep on walking yet I keep on tripping/ The pain in my brain heart thickens/ 
Redemption for change Im still missing/ 

Im still on the reservation/ Dont any of my own people see the alcoholic devestation?/
 More self destruction than self creation/ Addicted alcholism among our own we keep making/ Young hearts and souls everyday we be breaking/ Most of us young souls around here are rarely forgiven because we are to busy been forsaken/
 
This is my own mind made prison astrology/ Im hard like a rock involved in geology/
 Dont any of my people understand this poverished prison geolgraphy/ 
Our destruction can be seen in NAT GEO, dont you people see it in the photography/
 Time is no joke nor is it alive yet somehow it can still bleed/ 
Im still out of prison yet in my mind it still doesn't feel like I have been set free/
 I know my out out but I dont have the keys/ In or out it still remains hard just to be me/
 Everything now days in life cost a fee/ Its not my culture its the American Greed/
 I guess now days I gotta leave a trail, I gotta PLANT MY VERY OWN SEEDS......


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The Road

Suspended in perpetual animation
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
From hours of travel though inches gained
Spewed forth from the bowels of existence I stand
Before me lies the road

Like a pond turned solid by Winters touch
The road is wide, flat, smooth
No encumbrances to impede the journey
Cautious at first, testing the consistency of life
The trek of life begins on the road

It is not so bright anymore
Feet shuffle along in a redundant pattern
Knees skinned and bruised
Rocks, underbrush, thorns and ruts
These are the things that now fill the road

Alas, a fork and a place to rest
Up to now the choices where clear
Through mired with pitfalls the ground was flat
No twists, no turns no looking back
Things are to change depending on the road

Left or right, the choice seems easy
The right is blessed by being clear
The left appears to be less traveled
Skulls, cross bones and signs beware
Love and pain are to gain on the road

I have been meant to suffer
Life and family has taught me that
The left road I must take
The pain of absence of love already aches
Perhaps life shall end on this fragment of the road

The hand of God has made passage impossible
Wind, rain, sleet and hail
Tear are my flesh and blur my eyes
Bloodied and raw fingers grasp into the unforgiving Earth
Clawing my way up the grade that is now the road


Shrouded in disappointment and failure
I succumb to life’s journey
It is simply too hard without family and love
Face down the struggle ends
I release my grasp and begin the last leg of the road

Where is the bottom? Why have I not hit?
I quit, I have no more to give
Yet suspended like where it all began
What forces dare to interfere with the plan
For what reason to I remain on the road

It is not I that continues the struggle
Through slits of clarity wiped clear from tears
The vision comes into focus
There is one who feels I am worth the effort
It is my brother who holds me on the road

You are not a brother, blood of blood
Nay, you are a brother by choice
A man through unconditional love and conviction
Has purged the darkness, sorrow and despair
Saving my life and my soul, I am still here on the road

I have no tangible means of payment
Gifts and idle trinkets could never tender the amount I owe
The love I have and the embraces of family
It is what was given to me because I went left
The wounds healed and voids filled because of the road

Today the day is bright
Warmth surpassed only by the glow of love
Shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
Life is worth living and good again
Because of our travels down the roa


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sixteen

Sixteen - A time where innocence shouldn't exist 
Parties, dancing, drinks and drama 
Devil horns and feathered wings 
Sleepless nights, Lazy afternoons 
School activities 
Greasy caf lunches 
Learning how to grow up 
without changing for anyone but yourself 

Sixteen - A canvas of neon colours 
Birthday Parties and Campfires 
Favourite Songs and the brilliance of Vampires 
Waking up to a brand new day 
Taking in the beauty of the little things 
Crying so hard you think you could drown 

Sixteen - A year of firsts 
The first time you locked onto his sweet brown eyes 
The first time your heart beat so fast it hurt 
Your first Valentine 
The first time you told somebody you loved them 
The first time you felt your heart break 
The first moment you realize you'd die for someone 

Sixteen - A time for mistakes 
You finally let yourself believe he was all you ever needed 
The people you can't trust 
Not following your heart 
Losing your best friend 
and so much more.. 

Sixteen - A year to admit who you are 
Learning that family is more than the people you are related to 
Laughing too loud at 4 a.m 
Home made t-shirts 
Drinking games late at night 

Sixteen - The last time you feel prepared 
Wasting days wishing everything could change 
Seeing yourself in the mirror and not knowing who was looking back 
Choosing courses 
G1's 
and Final Exams 

Sixteen - Welcome to all your new beginnings 
The 3 girls that never let your happiness escape you 
Forgetting the boys that have forgotten you 
Finally talking to that special someone 
Weekend Girls nights 
Summer Parties 
Hook-ups and heartaches 
Teacher Crushes 
Saturday morning head rushes 
Hockey boys 
Dancing & singing without a care in the world 

Sixteen - A year to look back on 
Believing in lies that are too serious to forget 
Taking back the people you should have left behind 
Waking up and knowing who you love 
Fighting for what you want 
Running in the rain 
Screaming at the top of your lungs 
Crying in pain 
Pushing the people that hurt you aside 
Allowing yourself to change... 


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Power of praise I

Power of praise

When moved by God's spirit we all can rejoice

We can stand at attention with our voice alone
In days of disaster we can add a sense of laughter
Many get caught up with the great here & now
Yet pay no attention toward a great here after

Others alter their intellect only to achieve devastating disaster

The power of praise ensues riches untold

Within eqxuisite idol fancy having riches to unfold
A warm heart filled with truth to withstand a truest test in time
The power of praise will once again unite the forces sublime
Even if you go unrecognized now

Your name will be forever exalted some day!


Details | Ballad | |

Banshee crow

At first I thought it was the gales
That howled into the night,
But then the banshee's keening wails
Broke all the glass in sight

I hopped from bed up to the sill
To see what I could see
I saw a crow upon the hill
A dark monstrosity

My throat closed up; I couldn't breathe
I thought that I would die
But it flew out towards the sea -
Across the moonlit sky

But then the worry came again
Which nobel love would die?
Me, M’Lady,M’Lord, and when?
Which one did Death espy?

I bit my nails; I cracked my wrists
The fear was like a wrench
It smashed into my heart like fists,
And kept me in suspense

It was three days of agony
Till I found out M’Lord had died -
My sailor son in Tripoli,
Was killed in cannon fight

I guess I don't get WHY the crow
Gave his warning to me
Why screech of death at my window,
Instead of Tripoli?
Instead of Tripoli?


(Besides being a woman, the banshee can take the form of animals, such as the crow)

Received 1st place in "Creepy Irish Creatures" contest


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Gone Fishing Part Two

They slowed the boat so they could hear,
if any other craft came near,
when suddenly out of the gloom,
appeared the harbinger of their doom.

A ship so huge they could not steer,
beyond the bow so high and sheer,
as it bore down on them at a hellish rate,
and sliced their boat, and sealed their fate.

The great ship passed on as no one knew
that they'd just killed the small boat's crew,
and back on shore it was not yet known
that both of the friends would never come home.

By eight that night they began to worry,
and to the launching slip they did hurry.
They called the coastguard, and he,
called on all shipping in the vicinity.

After hours of searching from lifeboat, and sky,
and many other vessels that were passing by.
Nothing was found, out in the mist,
it seemed the men did not exist.

And this of course, was totally true
the men had sunk down into the deep blue,
they were lost at sea without a trace,
departed from the human race.


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Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. 
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…  
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.

Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

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

                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | Light Poetry | |

Always I Miss You

When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
 And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
 I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
 If you don't mind being compared,
 
Repeating the many ways you cared,
 The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
 Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
 Every recipe, every taste,
 Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
 
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
 It's what I use so I won't be late,
 Staying here learning to appreciate,
 All the miles, trucks caring freight..
 
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
 But if you visit my mind would quake.


Details | Epic | |

Dogs and Puppies

Mans best friend,
fluffy and sweet, 
and come on, 
who doesn't toss'em a treat?


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TROUBLE ECONOMY

The american economy is on life support has been for years. Sad it makes my heart fill with tears. The land we live the land we love. America is in trouble no doubt but i don't worry about it i let GOD take care of it that way i don't got to figure it out. I want to see my future but not as a blur.


Details | Senryu | |

Spring Break -Part 2-

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


Details | Epic | |

i used to call them my friends

I used to call them my friends,
One day somebody shot me,
My other two eyes saw them,
Ah Pity on me, there my dear ones,
Pulling the trigger on me,
For Surviving, acquired solitary,
Until wounds heal, so they did,
With time, I melted,
Embraced new sun with forgiveness,
At that very day,
A stranger passed by,
Asked with a native tone,
What was that story of yours?
Who had tried to ambush you?
He asked and as he did,
My stiches tore, shed again,
While bleeding I decided,
Should live without their aided,
Left to never look back,
Since then, i had no flashback.
Now wear a smile on my face,
Without intrusion, live with grace. :-)


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Counterpole

My rhymes are timeless while this time is lifeless
why is life this kind less, reminds me that this
mind is spineless ready to tip and quit, as
my lies become mindless and get swollen shut
and Stuck up inside my sinus
Drivin in my prime but with no optimus
Victim to the flip-side of the Midas
Running through my blood like a virus
The sun makes my skin mundane
rubbin on ben gay but get arthritis
touch spermicide and converts to hepatitis
I hit the plus sign but it just musters up a minus
I'm seen sucking my thumb like the peanut's Linus
I run and duck when I hear the sirens cause
I abducted the president's Nike air pumps
now air force one is trying to find us
I'm at my desk obsessin about success but
This whole time its been right behind us


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Ajoke ( Collective Pamper)

Calabash from the petals...

     Cannot withhold all the joy in her heart

        A long way from home

          Though all path fade away and travail becomes deeper

             for an ordeal to conquer



   Papa always away at the stable...

        Mama's millstone is never quite in slumber

            Beads dancing round the fire

                Enjoying the breathe of a new palmwine

                   Feathers flyng in the wing of summer

                        Breeze blowing up the cover of imaginations


   Pot too hot to hold erasing the memories of tale...

         Propelling the courage to thrive

              Faith to cross the breached bridge of emotion

                   Boundaries without sweat and blood

                       Nor a lifeless pod?

                           Ajoke is my name!



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Nepotism's Only Kin Deep

Chip off the old block;
        It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
        In our meritocracy.

Titles through ages;
        A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
        Some things need to change.

Birth won’t denote skill;
        It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
        When money they flout.

James Caan can shove it,
        And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
        Let our time begin. 


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In other concentric yellow yearning yesterday

Embracing both honey and yellow bitterness,
Golden bees` benedictions in amber soul,
In condensation on the breasts tenderness,
With indomitable embers new blue sky call;
In yellow yesterday, it was your young sun: 
He took its yacht behind the wrought iron rocks;
Glowing in the subtle worn concentric pun,
From its garret, the moon, a girl with blond locks
Sat near the yearning wreath of the apple trees;
She’s ready to travel and balance the grove at its best:
With secret fruit caressed by a mellow breeze,
Ready to spin a yarn about the yeast of  the West;

In other concentric yellow yearning yesterday;
The stars` mutiny began running away the gray.



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Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


Details | Epic | |

Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr

His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the Army Air Corps for me”
So he dropped out of his college
And joined the Army Air Corps
He learned to be a pilot
And then he went to war
He was not a fighter pilot
He didn’t fly a jet
He piloted the transports
The biggest you could get
He was flying in the South Seas
When he met an Army nurse
Then something clicked inside him
It was love right from the first
They had to wait the war out
Till the Army nurse went home
They married in her hometown
Then the Air Corps made them roam
In October then of forty-six
They had themselves a daughter
In the Panama Canal Zone
Then he’s flying off over water
Then they lived in Puerto Rico
Where they had themselves a son
September then of forty-eight
They were proud of what they’d done
When they moved to Massachusetts
Johnny’s hometown state
He transferred to the Reserves
Still flying that airfreight
They had another daughter
January – Nineteen-fifty
They were settled into a quiet life
Till Korea got too shifty
Johnny said “I am a pilot
And I was born to fly
I’m going back to full time service
I belong up in the sky”
So he’s back up in his transports
In missions he did live
He said “I’ll do what I must do
And I’ll give all I can give”
In July of nineteen-fifty-one
Another daughter’s born
Then Johnny’s off and flying
His heartstrings all but torn
Then October of that same year
On a quiet home bound flight
Out among the Azores
His plane dropped out of sight
No activity in the area
No SOS last call
He said “I see the Azores”
That was it – that’s all
Despite a massive air search
The biggest one to date
Not a piece of plane or personnel
Nothing known yet of their fate
They searched the sea for weeks and weeks
The airwaves – this and that
He left behind a loving wife
Four kids, a dog, a cat.


Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr. USAF (1918-1951)
It was 60 years ago this October that we lost our Dad.  We never really got to know him but miss him just the same.

Mdailey	10/15/11


Details | Free verse | |

Fired Up

Fired Up

Suddenly slow, then frozen up…My heart began to pound.
My computer means so much to me. It’s my touch to the outside world.
Then my knight came in the door… determined my dragon to slay. 
And let me tell you… as dragons go… he can slay anything.

Dragon fire can be hot, but this one was immensely worse.
Nothing at all seemed to work. This dragon was really strong.
Shield after shield fell from my knights’ grip… 
But thank God… he never, ever gave up.

Night after night he fought with might and studied his foe with thought.
Each night he scanned every road… for where a lair could be stowed.
His sword swung with might nightly… erasing him from the land. 
But still the dragon was able to come back breathing fire upon all at hand.

He knew how to open every back door. He was cleverer than any I had seen.
But steady as a rock my knight and prince… continued to protect my way of life.
Finally, one day, with four new shields and with Excalibur by his side…
The dragon's spawn was slayed one last time,  then a miraculous silence remained…

My knight had sacrificed so much time and sleep… that I truly cried.
This dragon was from a far away land where more dragons are made with pride.
But my dear knight is willing to wait by my side… His shield and sword nearby.
Thank you I say with hugs and kisses… For my knight in shining armor, my life… 


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Simply Unforgetable

Lol here i go writing another big ass letter today. Gosh seeing you for those 15 min or wat ever is now making my heart sing. you have no idea how much i am happy right now.
Pending
you cant even imagine how happy i am right now. I GOT TO SEE MY ANGEL AGAIN.
Pending
gosh looking into your eyes was a nicest trip i ever taking. even on drugs i didnt have that big of a high as i got after seeing you.
Pending
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK! i am so FUKIN happy you can't even FUKIN imagine. lol. i wanna hear your voice so bad again. just to boost my high right now. lol. DAMN i think my heart is gonna stop right now of how happy i am right now that i saw an angel like you today.
Pending
Gosh no one ever made me as happy as i am right now as you. Damn i wanna see you so much right now. So how do you expect for me to live with just me. MUAH i love you baby.


Details | Epic | |

Teen Pregnancy 4: The Cradle Robbers

Teen boys are always getting teen girls pregnant, but older men, impregnating underage girls? When will teen pregnancy stop? It seems that these underage girls have been seeing these men in their 20s or 30s behind the backs of their moms and/or dads. And the next thing everybody knows, one day later, those teen girls, they will have wounded up getting pregnant in an instant. No matter what the parents do to prevent their teen daughters from ever becoming mothers at an early age, let alone 15, no matter how hard they try, they just won't listen. And no matter what the moms and/or the dads will have done by showing their teen daughters the dangers of teen parenting, they still won't listen. These older men have always been messing around with the underage girls (ages 14, 15, 16, and/or 17) and are always getting getting them pregnant. What's so cold about it is that their parents will have been seriously upset about the fact that these grown men have robbed those teen girls of their innocence and their futures. And instead of teen girls going to college to become, teachers, lawyers, and/or doctors, because of these grown men, those teen girls will have been forced to have dropped out of high school to take care of their kids. See, there's a problem with those underage girls: they just can't concentrate on their education, thereby getting their high school diplomas and/or college degrees. The girls really should've waited until after they'd gotten married to guys their age and then have kids. And if these men in their 20s, 30s, or 40s weren't going to take care of their kids that the young mothers have given birth to because those sexist, womanizing Neanderthals who've gotten them pregnant to begin with, they should've used condoms and/or left those teen girls alone. As a matter fact, these grown men should've gotten arrested for impregnating teen girls by way of statutory rape. What's with these young teen girls, always falling for guys twice or three times their age, knowing they should date guys their age. Why must these grown men always wanting to get those underage girls pregnant at an early age, let along 15? I mean, who does that. It's just way, way, way too much for their parents (the moms and/or the dads) to handle. And if this type of teen pregnancy continues to expand by the year 2016 and these adult men continue to rob those teen girls of their futures, their so-called "childhood," and their innocence, their parents, they're doomed. This ends now!


Details | Epic | |

American dream

A father of five a husband to one
Family comes first second to none
I strive to be great at whatever I do
I am destine to leave good impressions on you
I have traveled a road bumpy at times
I got through my pain with a few snazzy lines
I have used paper as a counselor for quite a while
I have even masked pain with a slightly fake smile
Inside I feel as though I am misunderstood
I hate feeling bad I want to feel good
But I wake up every day with the same outlook on life
I have my 4 kids and a beautiful wife
She helps me remember why I am alive
My boys give me strength needed to get up and drive
Family has been my biggest accomplishment to date
When it comes to being there for them I am never late
Although at times I struggle to for reasons to live
I continue to look for ways I can give
I have recently met men who would kill to have what I do
I have recently learned there always someone in a worse place than you
I yet continue to struggle and plainly understand
How life becomes all about money and its demand
Without money there is no freedom even in the USA
But yet people jump the borders even as bad as it is today
Our economy holding no punches knocking many families out
Leaving even our government filled with doubt
So why keep striving why stand tall
My wife and kids, I won’t let them fall
I refuse to be a victim of stress and depression
I will keep fighting my way through this recession
Although they say it over it doesn’t appear that way to me
I want to believe the American dream is still possible for me


Details | Free verse | |

Indian Summer Part II

2.

Strange how the arrow of time
Bears us along upon it 
Always moving towards some future
Yet,
Obedient to Zeno,
Each moment is the only world we can experience directly.
The sigh of your breath
The touch of your hand
The thought of you enduring through the day;
From these I weave the tapestry that is my world.
A kiss, a touch, a memory


These are the bricks with which we build a life,
And tell ourselves it will go on and will go on
Though in the end it is a flicker in the dark,
The dark that is the final face of God.

And still in the end it will be enough,
Because it is better to have lived and loved you
Then never to have lived at all;
Then never to have told the wind my secrets
Then never to have dreamed Perfection,
Then never to embrace my higher Self
Then never to have laughed with God
At His flawless Insanity.


Details | Epic | |

My Father, My Hero

So many heroes, I have know
So many heroes’ names untold
The greatest still is kind
Loving and even smarter then he knows
He holds the love of so many
But no one loves him more then I
His oldest Daughter, Sarah Jho

So many lives have change for the words he wrote
Some find it hard to believe such beautiful words come from
A man who stutters so very bad
But make no mistake the most amazing poet of our day
Stutters as he tries to read the words he wrote

The greatest hero I have know has overcome so many pains
He battled drugs most of my life
Now years clean and he is back in my life
Hepatitis was the next test
But with no surprise as I knew he would
 He won that test
But saddened still nerves
Would die and he can labor no more and he feels a useless foal
But my hero do not worry for what God has in store

For a poet’s hands are meant to write
Hold a pen, and dance on paper
To create a piece of art
God has chosen a new path for my hero’s life



Details | Cowboy | |

guitar band dementia

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
his long languid lens 
has suffered in silence, 
an impotent shard of 
quixotic resistance, 
for his vision won’t 
focus on faecal injustice, 

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
mascots, despots, 
or other devices,
just won’t solve the problem,
or even negate, 
this delicate time 
in his delicate state,

camera three is having 
an existential crisis; 
Osiris, Anubis, Oasis and Isis, 
have all shed the skin of 
guitar band dementia, 
wheeling out wisdom 
for the fear of inertia,
camera three is having 
an existential crisis…


Details | Pastoral | |

The Atonement




******The Lord is his favorite.....******

Where ARE you?
On the atonement 
Metter....
This is alway's done
      By appointment
So, don't be a cheater
      ------
Do you come in Dead Last
Or did you not remember
You forgott your past...
      ------
Or do you need so much
As a looking Glass
To show you the reason
Why those who are destined
Always' come in last
This is usually done by Menions'
It happens' so fast
      ------
Or, do you seek
Absolution and hope
That it should part
With Trinity serving
As a Foot-note:
While you draw straws'
Or the pick of the lott....
      ------
Or, need I just not ask
Fore it will never last
The price was paid by Jesus
He gave us a free pass...
     ------
Fore their are now those
Who gather to the MASS
And to participate in Prayer
How long shall it last
Fore they are Gods' Children
            - And -
The resolution is clear....
      ------
All week they did "Fast"
      ------
They gathered all around
In Legion's did they be-fall
To deem doth' reconing'
For what they had lost
When the little Chid Jesus
Accended the 'CROSS'
To redeem doth' the Lord
      ------
But, He was already there
Ready to receive their Call
Where the voice to revelations'
Would consume us all
      -----
This was a call to God!


              GF


Details | Prose | |

Sympathy for Cervantes

When I was a child along with my cousins we listen to heroic tales about our ancestors and in someway the mill was always mentioned. So we went to discover these EPIC Historic site. A glance of paradise The All Heaven -we were in heaven- As we start slopping down, and there's no heaven without snakes, lizards, all kind of reptiles endangered plants, birds of prey insects and sweet nature fruits (our only recommendation for the tour), scared till the bone we easy pass and then the Oasis: grapes all kind of apples, strawberries, oranges and what we were looking for coffee, yes Coffee our faith ( café fé Fé before praying WE drink coffee) and Tia Kindness  serve cake port-wine conversation more coffee, fruits, more coffee and Uncle Fell Good BE Healthy preparing our bags with all the mentioned plus corn (a scream "please came back before going" )  and all the pluses associated with having a good time. After 5 hours (10 min) the oldest explorer Mario preoccupied, seeing vultures spectres and feeling worms crawling and I likewise after all it's 5 PM(+ 4 more summer day hours), We decided to leave forgetting all the etiquettes basic Inc. that will be solved in church with lot's of French style kisses(my cousins were born in France and the all village has 33 and 75 car plates)

Uphill and with all the Saints helping but we, as saints had only the help from the animal world it took me 15 minutes to get to Heavens View,
Than worried  about my family I was feeling like Colombo or Saint Paul,
Alone not knowing where I was or birth place/date and The End was coming tormentors beatings a massacre we all being swallow alive by Komodo Dragons and for an entire hour Hallucinations  Seizures almost passing out At Least My Cousins with morbid faces one hurt injured by thorns and all pricked by mosquitoes (they are always the ones to blame), happiness crying and relieve and a promise not to ever return -the next 48 hour was ever.
 To Brunet Luiz Baby Tummy (Cuzz Cousin)


Details | Lyric | |

I'm Sleeping Outside

I've tried to tamper with such precious time
Looked forward and back with open eyes
I wonder about the day I'll die
Will there be rain or shine?
Maybe both, maybe none
As I speak another life has begun
Wish them luck as they carry on
Bewildered within these starry nights
I thought of time when I have lied
Oh such precious time
It flies
(im sleeping outside)
Signs and dreams lead me to believe
That somehow, some way
I'll be something great
Do I choose to be nieve?
They'll never know
Do I choose to be so weak?
It'll never show
(I'll be sleeping outside)
Love is such a clishey it seems
Something I could only see
Her eyes drew us in like summer heat 
Cupids arrows were made of clay
Oh yes I've longed for this day
I knew I wasnt lying anymore
(I always sleep outside
where the weather is nice
I can feel everything for what it's worth
dont give me signs or written lines
give me your solid words)


Details | Personification | |

Who am i, i am a monster

pestilence restlessness sedatives
represent my main directives
presentment made me infected
selective systematic collective
medative hesitation effects my relevance
like hell needs a prince
never accept limits
convince me long since
i should repent
i never new what i was trying to attempt
i believed it was from hell i was sent
because once you get under my skin
you'll never tempt me again
Friendly enemy or foe
i don't not care at all no
Then into the monster i transform im a fellin 
my exoskeleton is made from titanium dripped gelatin
Perfectly flexible cybernetic veins here my bellowing
im set to kill automatic tongue im never mellowing
i spit sparatic people lavish my tongue lashing hello n
goodbye nice to see you have a good time kill a fellow n
realize im a villain include chronic in my song im telling
you dog like wrestling im raw but bloody like saw your welting
from my manic pelting i keep it strapped above my belt im melting

My personification became like a puppeteer
i dangle on the strings of my sanity
and dance in the pale moon lite 
its in my nature to believe i am something i am not
a look in the mirror is a trip into a place that has never
been seen before in the depths of my consciousness


Details | Pastoral | |

Un Be Friended By The Enemy




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

Some-time's We live our life
We strive to proceed
Within-in the Body of Christ
But, When it's time to
Say our AMEN
      ------
Here come's the Devil
He pretends to be your friend
Now, He may be a brother
A sister or what have you
Just the same He is there
To comfort you,
      -------
But, the first time that
You turn your back,
Here He is,
With the sneak attack....
The pleasure is all His
      -------
Shall, I spend all my time
Suspended in Prayer
With the Devil,
Awaiting me at His layer 
             Fore,
 He can never go there
Fore truth is in Prayer
        -------
Oh', Shall I spend my time
Fighting the Devil,
He can reel you in,
And that next time We
See you, it would be at
The End of a shovel...
With dirt in your face
With the ground soon
To be leveled.... 
Eternity erased...
      ------
In less than an hour
Their will be may-be
A rain shower...
Or People with flower's
Fore this is the Devil's 
Finest Hour...
        -------
Six Feet Under

       ------
So, Yes, I rebuke Him
Any-time that He comes'
Near the Light.....
For the Lord to intercede 
And kiss the Devil good night
      --------
So, when the Devil come's
Dressed as a friend....
He trend's to deceive You
And act like a friend
But, don't let Him in
Fore He is just pretend
      -------
He has been Deviling for years'
Invoked all kind of fear's
But, left to the imaginations'
He is just a cheap thrill
      ------
One fraught with tears'
               And Fears

Of the promise's that were
Bestowed upon Thee,
The truth that was Yours'
Meant to last for the all of
Eternity.... 
       -------
Those thing's bestowed by God
In the bid to set us Free
That was Our inherit Nance
At no cost to you and me
      ------
            By God, Him-self....
      -------
At the inception of creation
By the bind's of Eternity....  


                  GF



**********Notes*********

When walking in the ways' of Christ, people will come into your life.
Some-times' they are long trusted friends. But, If they do things'
that are not on the level....Chances' are that they are doing the
work of the Devil....Take them to Heart, intercede them to the Light
When all is done...Thus, goes' the fight. Fore Jesus Christ, with all
His might....has again assured Us that He is the Light!  GF


Details | Free verse | |

Mars

Red planet in the dark, 
Iron Oxide lights your spark.
In search of great, there is not much greater,
then the planet of valleys, deserts and craters.
Spots of white look not unlike snow,
but, in fact, are storms and cyclones.
A surface scarred and cut by time,
holds a soil of Alkaline.

Cold and quite, howling wind,
Carbon Dioxide is what you'd breathe in.
Plains and highlands vast and smooth,
contrast craters the size of moons.
simply a face made flaccid,
beaten, meteor impacted.
Storms of dust bellow and swoon,
traveling to an unwritten tune.
An Argon sword, atmosphere built,
with carbon dioxide playing the hilt.

A Terra of martain Magnesium mass,
is it Basalt, or Silica glass?
Avalanches slope with a streak,
with weak gravity and slide to a heap.
Gullys carved from water of old,
lines can be seen where a sea met a coast.
Surveying mars is a difficult task,
about half of the time there are failed spacecrafts.
But despite all that, we now have a team,
of rovers exploring since 2003!
They have seen much of Mars, as far as can go,
though the poles are of ice, and the weather is cold.
But still, we have maps, and data and more,
we've explored the red planet like never before!

Peroxides and oxides provide color schemes,
it's possible life had seen what we've seen,
it's possible mars might invite human beings,
because anything's possible, when you have a dream.


Details | Rhyme | |

title to come later

Who am I?
Oh where to begin,
I am never before,
And I am never again.

don't like to cause waves
But a hurricane I'll brew,
If thats what it takes,
To be rid of you.

When your tired of the kinfe,
Thats stuck inside your back,
You'll know the stiffness of a spine.
And when your sick of your heart break,
you'll know ribs as hard as mine.

when you know hwen to stand,
and your lefs become hard,
you'll know the time to fight
and your shoulders become broad

the arms become stiff,
and your ready to swing,
when you know to protect,
and you don't care about winning.

This is who I am.
And where I begin,
I am never before,
And I am never again.

And if you compare,
to this, you, I dare,
you mock my spark,
and i'll give you a flare.

Better run if your scared,
I'll kill every ryhme dumped,
And credit I don't share.

Made this way,
with a soul to play,
bet all i have
that i can show you the way

Cause this is who i am
i dont care where you began,
i am never before,
and i am never again

I am what i sing,
you wanna know who i am
will details i bring.

rejection ive known 
since the age of 2
it's true
and it ain't gonna hurt me
if you reject too.

callus with mallus
just what can you do?
love is  a fallacy,
don't exist for me,
just you.

So rub it in my face,
Like lotion sting my eyes,
and i'll be a swatter
to shoo you like flies

And if to the top i rise
a hand you wont get
drown if you want
but about you i won't fret

this song is who i am
and since it all began
I've been a never before
and i am a never again.

tell me you love me
see just what you get,
the question ain't do you like.
But can you handle it?

cause love aint what i get
when i look into your eye's
i see lies
just another devil with a clever disguise

can you see me?
Do you know what i am?
I'm a never before,
and a never again.

you won't find another me,
i'll find a million of you.
i'm lookin for someboddy
that i can see through.

see what youve done,
and just what you can do?
a subject of me is now
all about you.

but i wont lose myself again
give up what i am for you
done to many times before
so your gettin the boot
if i cant be me around you,
than your just another fly,
now shoo.

cause you can't take who i am,
theres even more of me from when it began
by now you better understand,
can you comprehend?
that i was never before,
and i am never again.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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.


Details | Epic | |

ive been here all day

ive been here all day
sitting in youre room
not saying anything 
cause i think what i say
would be weird to you

i really think youre swell 
isnt it easy to tell
how uncomfortable 
i feel
around u

im just bursting to say , stay 
please take me with you
please show me the world
that designs you

im so bored with my life
feeeling the knife
that will take my life 
next to u

please my romeo 
say it isnt so
say the cleich
was deminished
cause what we're dealing with
is a life shift
hope you care about the world around you

but im here 
im near 
ill show you the way
they said man knew the secrets 
but son i knew you were the chosen one 
thats why joan a vark and I chose you

why would i deal with the seal on my head of a cross
that was designed to keep me 
 a slave till the grave 
for heven or hell
its actually u to tell the only way
i will folow

so choose my dear 
wait ... youre hard to hear
ill take it back ... its now ... my secret


Details | Epic | |

Your always loved

Today is the one year anniversary
since you have left us
you are always loved
and we miss you very much
I can't believe you are gone
it is like a nightmare
and I can't wake up
I wait by the phone
just waiting for you to call
but I realize you are not calling
I miss you grandma.


Details | Ottava rima | |

We Are The One

As we gather, the sun heats sweet beats
Blazing lands ye spread far west test rest
These winds that blow changes though, will steel
The cry of banshee, they dare rust trust
They not see the light of day hither wither
Signs knew not, manifest He speak seek
Plainly in view will be done son Sun
To be undone this cloaked veil, gowns crowns


Details | Epic | |

Nightmares and imbetweens

A busted boys heart

Beaten black and blue

His bloody hands pray for help

A cowering child

Shaking by the door

Lowers his head and wonders if anyone can help

A woman in fear

She knows her husband will be home

She speaks to the wall that broke her face if anyone will hear her cries for help

                                            “Homo” they say

                                            They want you to hear

                                            Don't feel your pain

                                            They are oh so full of cheer

                                            They will think you're funny

                                            The coolest guy around

                                           All the girls would want you

                                   

       All hands down

Mommy his blue eyes plead

I won't do it again

But you see

She doesn't care

It's not you it's me

Raise that hand again

You will feel relieved

That child loves you

Set him free

                                                                                  She stands with her head held high

                                                                                Hands deep in suds with her face prettied up

                                                                                She thinks he will be pleased

                                                                                He stumbles through the door screaming

                                                                                “What the hell are these?!”

                                                                               He refers to the flowers in the vase by the door

                                                                                “Your son picked those for me

                                                                                It's mother's day you know”

                                                                                “Your no mother you're a whore”

Do you think this is okay?

You're all making mistakes

People should love people not mean harm in any way

Everyone is different

All in their own special way

You may like men or women or both and it's okay!

You're a sweet young boy

Your mother does love you she just can't show it in the right way

The spouse who brings home hate doesn't mean the pain

He may throw you into walls and bash your face

But it's not your fault, I swear it's true
The people who bring sorrow need help not you


Details | Bio | |

On That Day






        ********

On that day where
            He..
Shall come' for Me
        ------
I will be free..
        ------
A Mighty Trumpet
           - Or -
   A Mighty Sword
An instrument for Thee
          Fore
   To travel with Him
     Would make a
Glorious' Sound
Unto the Lord...
   Indeed


          Poet Author
          Gary Fields


Details | Narrative | |

The Best Days of My Life

The Best Days of My Life: The Family Day!


Just like a person can have more than one “Best Friends” in a lifetime, 
One can also have more than one “Best Day of Their Life”.
I have had several “Best Days” in my life, but a few really do stand out.
One of my best days was when my first daughter was born…and healthy.
From that day forward, I have loved and enjoyed her; she blesses my life.
Another best day in my life was the birth of my second healthy daughter.
From that day forward, I have enjoyed, loved, and learned from her.
She blesses my life.  She and my first daughter love and help others, too.  
We played, learned, laughed, loved, and enjoyed many best days together.
Then, my next best day arrived; it was the birth of my youngest child…a boy.
From that day forward, I have loved and enjoyed him; he blesses my life.
While my children were growing up: we loved, they danced…we camped.
Together we learned about God by studying His teachings and attending church.
Together we learned kindness by visiting the elderly, blind, sick, and disabled. 
Together we learned helpfulness by taking time to help strangers in need.
We, with friends, helped keep our neighborhood clean, picking up park litter.
We sang nature’s symphonies…bathed in streams, washed hair in waterfalls.
Talents were developed and we watched one another’s performances. 
Educations were earned and we praised one another’s accomplishments.
Families and careers were begun and my life continues to be blessed.
I have had many best days in my life with my children.  And we have loved.
Everyday with my children, even struggles, were “Best Days of My Life”.
Now, they are grown, but we stay in touch, we love, we enjoy…and
There are grandchildren.  So there will still be many “Best Days in My Life”.
And even though my children no longer live at home, I have been blessed.
I have one more of the already many “Best Days” to share.  A late in life…
Best day is the meeting of and the marriage to my spiritual companion.
Our soul(s) having been completed was the most recent “Best Day of My Life”. 
Together, we still live, seeking God’s word and living life caring and loving.
All…together— These blessings that I have shared are the best life can offer.
And these "Best Days" are the days I will remember for the rest of my life.
And beyond—  The family day!

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 22, 2010
Poetic form: Narrative


Details | Free verse | |

Moulting - for you

the next is like the first
equally shedding more skin
you do that again and again 
and I known each time 
you look at me 
we are transformed

and so we take each step
each page is torn away
a day, a week, a month
eternity in our eyes

this time with you 
like a wave that never breaks
a swell in the heart of the ocean

where the two race, play, swim

we are
the ones we see

in the next moment the sun rolls by
you lighten up the room
again a mirror 

to the little pools of mystery 
spilling out around you
giving up the secret

moulting in the broad day light


Details | Epic | |

YOU DONT WANT TO MEET MY SISTER

You don’t want to meet my sister
She will stare at you like an alien from Pluto
Her second nature is annoyance
So she will stalk you with vile curiosity
She wants to know everything that annoys you
Like why you make visits to her home
Which she doesn’t own
She looks as wicked as an old witch
She moves like a drunk snake and
Does not do anything like everyone else does

I wish I had never met her but she is my sister
I wish I had never known her but she is my sister
I wish you would never meet her because she is embarrassing

She will spin a lie that eats into the mud
She will spend a week without bathing
And stink like her manners
She will look at you and it will make me cry
I am trying to warn you from her
Please you don’t want to meet my sister.


Details | Free verse | |

Talk to your Grandparents

There's something important I would like to stress,
as a piece of advice, from the top of my head.
It might sound small now, but nevertheless,
one day when you've grown up, it will make sense;
Talk to your Grandparents.

Ask them a question, another and more.
Ask them what this world was like before.
Inquire of Life, Love and of marriage.
They've been there, they've lived it, and would love to share it.
They'll talk to you gladly, if you lend an ear.
They may make your day, and you'll make their year.
It will be like discovering the best long-lost friends,
if you talk to your Grandparents.

There's something important I would like to say;
Visit, or phone, do it now, and today.
I promise the greatest of disappointments,
is time passing by when you don't know it went.
So don't miss this chance, before it's been spent,
to talk to your Grandparents.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Wreck

Those that were and went before
are waiting, wailing by the shore;
amid the rope and shattered timbers
all that mattered lies in tatters,
all that mattered is no more.

One foot behind, one step ahead,
the small shrill voices in his head
as wind across a lifeless reach
still pull him to the rocky beach
where all is seeming in his dreaming
all is seeming ever lost.

Beyond the reach of human speech
he stumbles down the storm swept beach
and strikes the waves that block his way
but they in turn, round back on him;
they do not pause and will not stay
but take him in a fierce embrace.

Soon all is done and all is calm
for mercy folds his flailing arms
and lowers to a gentle bed 
below the fury overhead;
and in that silence, in that place
of perfect love and endless grace,
father, son, float face to face.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Foil

A weakness wound its wicked way inside
where thoughts of “us”, not love, do dwell and swell,
and formed a nest of twigs to stay the tide
yet cresting waves of righteousness rebelled.

“Stray not,” he said " for look on how I writhe."
Of fire formed made thane to only He.
Yet, man, of mud and clay did breach my pride
for Love of Thee, caste out the likes of me.

Now, Lucifer’s red flame so bright, burns night,
a warning scent to frailer souls, “Don’t fall.”
For even stars misstep, disgrace, pride’s plight,                                           
let his torment be your clarion call.

In light, act right, rise high in good spirit
and say “God, the devil made me do it.”



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where the heart is strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots.
Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots.
Now that I have traveled many lands,
I wish only to go back home.
To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands.
I wish no longer to roam.
Youth tends to be arrogant and blind.
Not knowing what I had, for home was mine.
Now it is the place for which I yearn.
The place from which I came, and wish to return.
The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart.
After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start.
Funny how being away for so long can change a soul.
Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole.
This is where I will always belong,
For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong.









Sarah Comstock
5/20/00


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Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.


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A motion picture

Though i was only sixteen, 
all i knew was attitude and boys
But in all a day it changed
When i peeked into a large room
The room was dark and with one light wall
All i saw was people running around the wall
I finished watching it and scurried out of the way
Before a massive group of rich pigs came out
when they all left i snuck into the room and felt the wall
Confused and puzzled how it happen
I ran back to school and told my friends about it
i told them it was like a picture but it came alive
I heard they were called Motion Pictures
I have watched them ever since
Now over sixtie i love movies


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Releasing Void

Empty
Lost
Vacant in a light-year moment 


This poem is void 
Along with our self-esteem

This yielding emotion needs shine 
Will we ever rise with you in merry delight?
You're not here with us, so I'm hopeless we'll ever do fine  
 
Our hopes shattered and now I have stars without light


Frightful
Confused
Startled by your
Senseless removal
It has been written in approval


These words doesn't exist in your heart  
For our feelings are merely a piece of junk

Do you hear our disjunked plea or are you too focused on your greed? 

You left us broken and envied-- you dried up our family seed! 
We've been trying to nourish our family... but it only drowned us in distressed emotion
But I'll still try to remain true to my devotion 


Frenzied
Jumbled
Bewildered by your action of
Mindless removal 
That has been written by your approval


Are you willing to listen
Or are you going to turn down our voices?

You're always available to come home to apoligize-- we'll heed to your plea
Do you wish to have a void 
Seperating our once jubilent family?
It's very unclear in your pointless decision; the thought of it is too hard to avoid  


Disoriented
Doomed
Disenchanted by your action of
Heartless removal 
That has been agreed by your approval 


Please put a restraining order to the void that shaped  
Nonsensical lines
Please help me with my unstable life, for I haven't escaped
From these appalling signs


Even if you turn down our dissaproval, we'll remain
Faithful
Complete
Strengthened

Are your stars burning with hope?


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Gardion Angel

Angels East, Angels West, North and South just do your best, To guide and watch her while she rests.


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Here Without You

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Waiting impatiently 
to face some inspiration given by God
Over the driver and I 

By the way you shrivel up in anger, 
I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street
Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune 
Swimming in its ungrateful punishment

Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate
You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices
To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite 
What do you have left to diminish?
To accomplish?

Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction
Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station 
Jaded by your defiant outbursts

Holding up my clutched fists in shame
Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace

This betrayal...not deserving a name

You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family
You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence

All the years seem to leave us behind
Settling in the resistible past 
Passing our unachieved, future goals
Poverty splattering us in shapeless love 

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

Are we on time to reach the morning train?
And start our life in a new cycle 
This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair
We aren't crushed against your passionate glares

Here without you is an unhappy environment 
Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement 

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Come home... face your fears and embarrassment 
Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love 
Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman
Giving it time to grow stable and secure

This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Good riddance


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Three Of Me

I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
I see an exact
Copy of me.

I look in the bed
That lies above mine
There comes a voice
That procures my whine.

I look at the table
And to my right
I see my reflection
But I have no fright.

Each reflection had hair
Golden as wheat
We all love ice-cream
As our favorite treat.

Sapphire eyes
Four shining back at me
Tall lanky limbs
As graceful as could be

I am one of three
All copies of me
I’m a triplet you see
And I always will be.


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Black And Blue

Max Factor has yet to make

A lipstick in BLOODSHOT RED

The right rouge to camouflage my head

And bandages cover the cuts

But not the rage

Wish some hero would show up

And turn the page.

No pharmaceutical ointments in Wal-Mart

To soothe my broken heart

How can the pain ever end

if the healing is afraid to start?

Seems as if my troubles come in every hue

Dear Maybelline: What do you have in BLUE?


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Martyrdom of a Jew King

My name is Judas betrayer of God everyone hates me yet thats not as much as I hate myself and everything else until its just a word that cannot be felt I can't be accountable to a single action thats unchangeable I wish you would cast off into a river of ashes and cover your body until the sorrow passes thats what I did to slowly admit I'm no longer the devil you wish to possess I buried my burdens deep in demons of past My sin seems to leave me quick as I forget it for you I've become a dead doll submissive I sold the jew king for a mere thirty silver he then became a martyr who would have figured I guess I delivered the greatest good ever so you may understand why my guilt is light as a feather Judas, you coward backstabber. you dog I acknowledge it all now with a wink and a nod people mean little more than they care for themselves you wouldn't take coin if your family were starved? you won't hear my reason then I won't give you no sense I've already given you more than I ever truly meant more than I'm worth or have had to give Judas, the sinner the liar, the pig Judas the desperate for his family to live Judas, the hero for without him dies his religion


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Gone by Tomorrow by Shardae Thomas

When tomorrow starts without me and im not here to see ,
 if the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me .
 i wish so much you wouldnt cry the way you did today
 while thinking of the many things we didnt get to say . 
i know how much you love me , as much as i love you .
 anytime you think of me i know you miss me too . 
but when tomorrow starts without me , 
please try to understand
 that the angel came and called my name
 and took me by the hand ;
they said my place was ready in heaven far above , 
and that i have to leave behind all those i dearly love .
 but as i turned to walk away , a tear fell from my eye .
 i had so much to live for and yet so much to do ,
 it seems almost impossible that i was leaving you
 i though of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad , 
i thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had .
 if i could relive yesterday , i thought for just awhile .
 I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile . 


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Knights Armor

Gold plated dream made of steam. Lazer sharp sight focused on the target, One two three. Never will you know me never will we be a team. Alone i work alone i sleep alone i dream. Fast paced shots hit past my ear. Long over due i am lost to fear. Forgive my boldness but you are below focus. Quiz me forsake me or elevate me you are still not to educate me. Let us begin to evaluate the situation. Ten killed the eleventh escaped. Praise be the guaranteed. Run from me and i will chase, chase me and i will not run. King and Queen can be important to follow for the children of the Island. Long since my reign i have brought shame to replace my fame. Forget my claim to the throne of vain fabled mountain ninjas. Fly my flag high over ocean scenes and colored greens. Family seen your neighbors scream thats what made me lean over the cliff in the mean city street over looking the television screen. Medical Marijuana is a very good thing.


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Serenade To The Wolf

When we are rendered alone
And don't know where we should go
We new to overcome
The forces who drag us under

Some will persist to stay
But the darkness only grows ever stronger
It's time to anew

Though it gets harder every day
I'll promise I'll always live for you
There's no need to state your pain
I already see it in your eyes
We can break from their lies
Come and see what you have
come and see what you have is me


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Pheonix

In commemoration of your eighteen years
I will weave you a story fit for all ears
Of a special girl who is very much loved
A precious gift who was sent from above

A fallen angel who we are blessed to be
That her soul chose us, her family
A cousin, a sister and above all a daughter
Who has delighted us all with years of her laughter

But the road for this girl has not always been clear
At times she has been filled with a great fear
For to bear the weight of life’s choice’s on your shoulder’s
Your feet sink in the mud and the inner fire smoulders

It is from those ashes that your inner phoenix does sore
Bringing back the light and hope and oh so much more
The path of your life, untrodden is unique
You will blaze down that path, to any goal that you seek

With determination and an iron will
Your strength of conviction is a special skill
She knows her mind and what it is that she wants
She will never give in to life’s  do’s and don’ts

For her to live her life the way that she needs
Sometimes she will be forced down on her knees
It is at that point her strength will shine
And it will guide her through life’s complicated design

She must forge on ahead, beat back all the doubt
Its the choices we make that sets us out
For life is full of sheep, directionless and lost
Always searching for the life that they want the most

A part of that group she will never be
For she is too clever, too much like me
She fights for herself and others she loves
Her soul is as pure and free as a dove’s

This is my weaving, filled with warmth and light
The life map of a girl who I have kept in my sights
For only eighteen years it is that she’s lived
I look forward to all the rest, the greatest gift she can give.


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Cave Man

                    '" CAVE'"    =(:-)'s>>>
            --------#------#------&.....
We weren't married
  By a Pastor at Church
In-stead we were married
       In a Cave
Yes, we took our vowel's
     By me dragging
Her by her hair
   Dragging her home
           To the Cave
Like a Slave
      ------
The same Cave that we
          Bared our Cave Children
    The same Cave
The one with-out the Den
      ------
He promised to build a bigger house
But, he has been saying that....
            Since I don't know when...
      ------
But, the Cave Woman
      She loved her kitchen's nitch
That is where she cook the game
She would say...do you want it salt?
           Or plain....
      ------
Fore it took so much to cook a meal
It depend on what Cave Man father could
Either kill or steal...
      ------
He left this morning
To get him a snack
It was either a giant turtle
Or a brontosaurs
       ------
But dinner would attack'
      ------
Today, the equivalent of an BIG MAC.
      ------
But, never the least
The Big Mac did attack'
He knew with-out stake sauce
Or butter, that He would never
Get back
      ------
There is no telling how Cave Mother might...
 Act....or react!
      -----
Who ever knew how long it would take
If I could catch him
Would he taste just like stake...
Or a Slim Jim..    
  ------
We lowered it home
Took him to the house'
Either it would be him
Or would have to settle
For Mouse.
      ------
We lowered it home'
And took him last evening'
We saved the mouse...
      ------
We lowered it home
And took him in-to the house
We ate him last evening
We saved the mouse....
      ------
That Cave Woman did what
She could, fore she had four
Cave Children....
Their chances' of starving were
Good....God willing.....
      ------
That is a fact of life that was
Really understood..
      ------
She started a fire
With a stick and a rock
She put then together
      ------
The fire was hot
That brontoburgar surely
Hit the spot...
     ------
They ate what they could
And saved the rest for later
They had no refrigerator
      ------
So, they gave the rest to
The family who sat at the table
Who would eat it much later


************SEE CAVE MAN 11********
                        To be continued...




















































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soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


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The Family Of Saints, Chapter 2- poem

Chapter 2-The Fate of Saints

From the Blessed bloods of sacred follows,
With Misery painted fire wrapped fates,
Unripe wrongs that flourish over sacred laws
And unseen tragedies written on traits.

As Prayer filled carpets passed for ages,
Harsh tricks hid within them for ages,
Fallen prey was Reyhan's Raheem, to those,
Where family's prestige hung from his nose.

Lost by marriage, were two unwilling hearts,
And witness was a father redeeming and helpless
The Conspiracy that tore young hearts to parts,
Leading innocent dreaming souls hopeless.

Fate stole Raheem's wish for enduring love,
Turning his remnant self towards Spiritual love;
The Heartbreaking grieves, the known had written,
Leaving shadows of sick heart forgotten.

The celebrated tears shall for ever stay,
Masked behind the endless smiles,
For he was a part in the famous play,
That sent him wandering far of miles.

The writer's play had finished its part
But the master shall finish none his part,
For the traits follows the family of saints
And he was the saint born within constraints.

"Let him be the son,
Let him be the Life,
Let him bear the curse of wrong's done
And embrace destiny's knife.
Let the guilt of priests pray,
Forgiveness from the eternal best,
Let them hope a shining ray,
As a remedy for their shameful quest."

©Anees Rahman


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Don't Panic

Here we rest on the
Dream. Hoping for a safe
Voyage to our new home. The 
Room itself has more of us in it
Then I care to count.

We won it, so we're here
On our way to the promised
Land. Once there, I know my
Family will finally be
Safe.

She's deemed unsinkable,
It's all we hope for as we 
Hide from the rich in the belly
Of the beauty. But if we did
Sink, would we survive?

Uimh-- No. Mustn't think
Of the dark. She will keep 
My family safe. But, one could 
Only hope to see the ocean we
Glide upon. 

She trembles when I hear 
The noise that no one
Wanted to hear. She's 
Going to fall, but we're told
"Don't Panic".

"Don't Panic!" She's still
Moving. I breathe deeply 
Hoping that it will be okay.
That my family will reach 
America.

Minutes pass, seconds fly,
The floor that was dry before
Is now wet with the Ocean's tears. 
He cries for his love that
He's hurt.

I take a hold of my children
And we slowly walk up the stairs,
Keeping calm, 
Only to be stopped by a 
Gate.

They were only going 
To save the rich. We were 
Forgotten. No longer is she a 
Promise, but she's my family's 
Death.

I lean into the gate,
Trying to see if I can
Break something loose as 
The water moves up around
Us.

Finally, I look at
My children's terrified 
Faces. Taking my hands,
We sit at the stairs, singing
Until we die.


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the nght before christmas

T' was the night before Christmas
At a house made of stone
There lived an old man By himself all alone
My sleigh stopped on the roof
With my presents to give
For the owner of this house
It's were this man do live
 But when I did go there
What a strange sight did I see
No fairy lights no baubles
 Not even a tree
  No pictures of family Hung on the wail
Just medals and such like Was all I could see
  An old soldier was sleeping Curled up on the floor
 No bed no mattress As he slept by the door
  Then I remembered the families
That I went to that night
Owed all of their freedom
 From young men who were Willing to fight
  Quite soon the whole world
When children would play
And parents soon celebrate a new Christmas day
  And I started to wonder How many young men
Far away from their home In a far distant land
 How many felt that they were alone
 That terrible thought Invoked me to cry
 And I fell on my two knees And started to pray
  For I have no family No children no wife
 But I do thank my lord For saving my life
This old man awakened And I heard his sweet voice
 Say a prayer for me Santa But this was my choice
 For I have fought for freedom
 And I cannot ask for more
My god is my whole life And my freedom is for  sure
 Then the soldier looked up at me
 it's Christmas tomorrow that's true
 On your way Santa you have so much to do
 I looked at my watch And I knew he was right
 "merry Christmas my friend And to you a good night "
Eros   


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MAFIA

(Mothers & Fathers Of Italian Americans),

Out of desperation one usurps their stead;
Picking up its broken pieces from the fragments of their head
I'm going to make you an offer you won't refuse
Shackled from philisophy's that scream choose

Still meet my old friend,
Fist full of lead with bloody hand
Give me some time to contemplate & understand
To survive in the streets getting shot hero's bleed

Timely tune leaving soon shadows sleet
Keep your friends close & enemies that much closer
Throw a rope around your head no bend over
No neck Jimmy with his friend Uncle Tony

With words in untimely exposed ravioli
Not to mention cooking the stramboli;
MAFIA
Shades of dark rivers bend

Nine at head now your dead
Big trunk to dunk that flunk
A special olive stirred with straight up Tom Collins
A wandering crowd with a special promise

Two tone Jimmy was the lady's thing got the sell that every lady needs
9 at head by dock at noon then sorrow had bled
Struggled to refrain from the slice on the blade
A clear taste of viable solution

MAFIA
Blank shells buzz to bells living hell
Crown of gold jewels explode truth untold
Now you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold

Through a barrage of steps new episodes...
Two kanuck's suited up best fresh out of Jersey;
Brevity
Shattered glass

Yet its all fair to say no one ever gets by on any free pass! 


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Teen Pregnancy 2: Teen Parenting

All teenagers will have become parents at an early age, including the age of 14, after
giving birth to their offspring. It will have affected the lives of teen moms and teen
dads and the lives of their parents. It seems that once they become parents at a young
age, there's no more hanging out with friends, no more going to parties, no more going to
the movies or the mall, no more of any of that stuff. It also seems that their parents'
futures have been altered due to the fact that they were going to become grandparents
early. Everybody also knows that all teen parents can't take care of their babies and go
to school at the same time; it's a total waste of time. All of their parents still don't
understand why all teenagers have to be parents (a teen mother and a teen father) at an
early age, including 13. This is starting to look like a bunch of episodes of "16 &
Pregnant" and "Teen Mom" on MTV.  Now that those teenagers are planning to become parents
at an early age, even in high school, they'll be forced to give up their dreams of going
to college, being doctors, being lawyers, or whatever; thereby dropping out of middle
school and/or high school. All of the parents should know that teen parenting is a total
waste of time and it's a heartache for all. No matter what the moms and the dads do, no
matter how hard they try to prevent their teen sons and teen daughters from ever being
parents at an early age, let alone 13 or 15, their futures will have been at stake. It
also seems that when the backs of all parents are turned, those teens start to have
unprotected sex and the next thing everybody knows, those teen boys will have gotten those
teen girls pregnant three (3) days later by those teen boys, and their parents will have
been outraged. There's no way that these teens are going to be parents at an early age,
let alone 16. They need to concentrate on their education and getting their high school
diplomas and/or college degrees. And those teen couples, they should've used condoms and
they should've waited until after they've gotten married. Teen parenting is starting to
make all of their parents sick. It breaks their hearts just thinking about it. All parents
really need to get involved in the lives of their teen sons and teen daughters and prevent
them from being parents at an early age. All teenagers are not to have children until
after their education is finished and their married. Teen pregnancy and teen parenting
must end right now.


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Night Light/Row the Tide

Night light,
burning in the quiet.
Night light,
stirring in the silence.
My light,
you might be an answer to the shade,
guiding with your rays from far away.

Night light,
flicker as the wind goes by.
Night light,
dimmer by the passing time.
My light,
your luminous shine reminds our hearts,
that there can be light even in dark.

Night light,
glowing to the very last.
Night light,
slowing, you turn to ash.
My light,
I will never forget what you've done,
a million lights now brighter then the sun, 
-then the sun,
are spreading out their light to everyone.


Row, row, row with the tide,
over and under, side to side,
sway with the waves and hang on tight,
oh, all in the blue of your eyes.

Row, row, row with the tide,
rush in, rush out, recede, rise,
land in the sand, my my, what a ride,
oh, all in the blue of your eyes.

Row, Row, Row with the tide,
sink or swim everyone must decide,
fish in the sea must flee for their lives,
oh, all in the blue of your eyes.

Row, Row, Row with the tide,
would you befriend me, would you be mine?
We could see our journey unwind,
We could live happily for all time,
oh, everything I need I can find,
-right in the blue of your eyes.


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Three Brothers

three connected by blood
three fated to strive
three to stem the flood
three, of whom one must die

together they stood and answer'd the call
as one they stood, to country's cry
in mind as one man tall
in history, to battle they fly

to one must death come
to one must agony be borne
to the last do tears run
to the last they rejoiced when all did mourn

the one was cast down into the nevermore
the one was cut down, forever scarred
the last must carry forward
the one to bear the standard far

in blood he knelt
in fire his shadow
in the furnace he felt
the enemy's pow'r

did he weep did he moan
did he kneel and submit
did he feel the cursed groan
the oppressor's power of writ

they shed their tears
they offered their blood
they faced their fears
they slogged through mud

now I see them and remember
now I understand their agony
now I feel their pride dismembered
now I see what they fought, the larceny

they wept and bled
they shrieked and cried
to war they fed
for their land's due pride


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CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS

What is Christmas about anyway?
What does it all mean this happy holiday?
Some guy up North is laughing at us,
Ho Ho Ho!
Oh by jingle, bring out old Chris Kringle,
To light up every lawn on the block.
Put aside those Christmas blues,
Instead lets decorate,
 Keeping our spirits lite,
With decorations delights.
Don't you remember cold winter
Nights?
Hanging a hundred strains, of
Decorative multicolored lights.
After all your hard work,
One bulb, just flickers,
Then without warning,
It goes out completely.
Deck those halls, drag out the,
Holly, put up the mistletoe by golly.
Let us welcoming a new tradition,
Started by the baby boom generation.
Black Friday's shopping extravaganza,
 Which begins at the crack of dawn.
Brave souls camping out, huddled together,
Just to save a dollar.
Frozen gnomes, with coffee cups held tightly,
Standing in a everlasting line,
Patiently, waiting for the doors to finally open.
After arriving home, grateful it's all over.
Then realizing it's time, to do all the
 Joyous wrapping.
 So open the eggnog, pour me a glass,
I'll drink it down in celebrations repast.
Bring on the turkey with sides galore,
Shall we not feast until theirs no room for more.
But really to me it's all about a time long ago,
In a manger far away, beneath a shinning star,
Here a tiny baby was born,
And he smiled at mankind's world.
Family, loved ones gathered near,
Hearts in hand.
 Embracing each other with happiness,
Love and good cheer.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Point of view

I,my eye,saw a good man doing some thing evil,
out of love...
i saw a "big bad man" give food to his family..
selling drugs...selling drugs
and when he got arrested all his daughter really wanted
was to give a hug...give a hug
"mr.goodguy" bought a gun and started acting like a thug...kinda like a thug
*sirens*
dang...bang,bang
a rookie cop noticed they were both the same "maine",man...
put his mug shot all in the news,and the networks...
got 25 views...
the judge said "who is this young man to you?"
his daughter screamed out "let me go,thats my daddy"
"rookie cop" mumbled,"bastered..almost had me"
they threw the book at him while he took "the time",sadly 

amen??


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Tales on a Bench

Rural fallacy took them 
all 
On a bench so long, long 
and long
So outstretched to many 
many miles
And carried a very 
many smiles.
Behold many narratives:
Beatitude caricatures and 
boisterous terrors
Amid colorful comical 
and beauteous polarities.
Beautiful bench in a 
beautiful terrain
Under a beautiful shade 
Serving beautiful beings
And soon say naught to 
the cuckoo songs
On this cuddling 
cream bench.
there are many 
perpetual tales on this 
perpetual seat
And will last so long the 
world is with them.

Entered into "On a 
bench" contest.
Sponsored by: Black 
Eyed Susan.


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Silent Wars

My screams are void
Interrupted by blurred groans
Drums beating,
Echoing in the dead of night,
Unavoidable
Silent wars has begun 
Quarrels set off,
Throwing away love

Who wins? Who has gone missing?
No one knows in silent wars


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RED SOIL

Cosmopolitan it may seem
Humanity bursting at the seam
Diverse colours, almost obscene
All are heard, none are seen

Uniformity in diversity
Chaos in serenity
Ugliness doing beautifully
Still a village disguised as a city

Myriad and diversified
Complex and haughty
Confident, ununified
Of adulation, always worthy

Edo!
My land forever o!
Oba gha to kpe e
Ise….


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InSide Happiness

Happiness is an emotion that i don't show very often, The Evil inside kills me everyday not to show it coming. Joy, where did you go? I can't find you anymore, where are you hiding? Please come back to me, i want to feel you when ever i want it siding. The smell of you next to me is so peaceful, But i cant see your magical touch cause its i am not too cheerful. Slap me or do what ever you want to me, Crawl inside me and make me feel you freely.


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Lions And Spells

When you've grown much older
There's a story I will tell

About a wicked Mother
Who put people under spells

Do you remember when she took you
And you know she made a plan
In a coven full of witches
Plotting to break me as a man

But witches all have black hearts
And there's one thing they didn't know
That my love for you was stronger
Than the evil that they sowed

Whilst cackling around their cauldron
Thinking I was just a fool
They woke the Lion inside me
When they used you as their tool

Lions aren't afraid of witches
And they can't be hurt by spells
A Lion loves forever
And witches burn in hell


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My cats death

Filled with no more than a breath of warm fresh air,
 exhausted, he dies
His last breath, heavy and sullen, 
pours out from between his cherry pink lips
Flowing down the sides of his, light blue blush cheeks,
 constantly licking its way down
From there it flows about the floor in desperate need of human muzzle
Dragging itself from here to there and spreading itself out thin
When it came upon a sleeping cat, 
with no remorse of stinking foul, crept inside its nose
The cat wakes, places several masks upon its face,
 then blows it right back out
The breath, lighter now, 
finds hope in only death and dies
The cat perplexed can only sigh.


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Where's The Blame Contest Entry

Forgive me, please hear my call and answer, 
Tell me that you'll forgive me, for all the wrong I've done. 
I've punished myself everyday though it never seems enough, 
Scars across my flesh, haunting memories in my eyes. 
I wish I could hold you, gently, warmly, tightly, 
Pour into you my deepest grief, my sorrows, and never let you go. 
Im left a crumbled being on my knees, wishing you could hear my cries, 
Listen to my appologies and accept that I would be the one to rather die. 
Can't you feel it, my heart is breaking, shattered by what I've done, 
I'm sick and my body aching, knots in my stomach and Im hyperventalating. 
Please come and answer me, find a way to hear my words, so loudly screamed, 
You loved me once more than I deserved, love me enough now to absolve my hurt. 
Please forgive me Darling, I didn't mean to beg, 
There is nothing left of me but a shadow on the edge of the bed.


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Safe and Sound

Im tired, Im done
Dont treat me like Im one.
Im sick, Im through
Dont tell me what to do.

You think you know
but really you dont.
What's it like to be all alone?
Thats right you wouldn't know.

I've shed the tears and felt the pain,
because you made him go away.
I loved him more than you comprehend,
Why can't you just understand?

I'll go away and wont come back,
in that place I wont be sad. 
I'll be in his arms where I'm ok,
I'll love him true, Forever & Always.


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LET ME SURVIVE

I in search for treasure

wander night and day ,in search for a unique border

where night and day meet ,

and part their separate ways .

there time ceases to exist

where the dreams of the skies meet

with the nightmares of seas

there the waves grow sweet.

day is born new & fresh each day

again and again .

there i shall find my youth

day after day,

and like the sun

i shall bring some light to my people .


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Moon Kissed

Shadows chasing shooting stars, the poets cry as they write the future.
Words begin to fall like rain, emotions flow between the wind.

The atmosphere evolves.

A beating heart peaking up beneath the pavement. Vines of green hug the pulsating instrument.
Flowers blossom to the sound, a bitter sweet symphony. Petals dance with pixies  upon trees.

The night is singing.

The air is thick and the moon is watching, the glow of silver pours on down.
A kiss of crimson and the heart starts racing. Midnight lovers of the enchanted woods.

A candle burns.

The wax begins to drip upon the rose, the lovers kiss begins to part.
The dancers stop as the crescendo descends, silence for the beating heart.


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A DEDICATION TO ALL SOUP '' FAM '' UNITED-TING

POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' 
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! 
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE 
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED 
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, 
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* 
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND; 
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE; 
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING 
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT AGAIN PICKED~UP BY A LOVING 
HANDED STRANGER IN 
STRENGTH.... AGAINST INK 
SPILLED... WHERE WE ARE TRUSTED 
IN LOYALTY AND GATHERED 
THOUGHTS TO EXPLORE THIS 
WORLD WE ONCE DESPIZED; A 
MAXIMUM EXPLOSSION OF JOY 
N' CHEER, ALL SEEMS SO 
CLEAR ON LOVE OF THE SOUP 
(*FAM..*) ATMOSPHERE* 
UNITED*TING!!! INKS PENNED;
AS ONE...COME JOIN US...

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL 
SOUP (*FAM..*)

WRITEN BY: SWEETHEART 
CARMA 06-19-12

INSPIRED BY:
BRITTANY MaD InK CalDwELl;
PACE, G "INK-U-SCRIPT" AND;
MARLON (THE SCRIBE)...
THANK YOU DEAR POETS!!!!


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Someday

“Someday”
Why is “someday” such a sad word?
When one like “never” is so much worse?
Why....why “someday”?

“Someday!”
Why is “someday” such a sad, sad word?
Perhaps the saddest one I’ve ever heard...
Why “someday”?

Everybody
has somebody
Except me, it seems
but that's not why I want to leave

So out of it
feel “out of it”
Never was in
can't find the way 

"Life’s one big bluff
Keep a straight face
Don’t let ‘em see your cards."

Yeah, life’s one big God-forsaken bluff
and I’m about to jump off

Someday, I thought you’d find me
Someday, I thought you’d love me
But someday ....
...someday......
someday NEVER CAME

“Someday,” they say, “You’ll find somebody.”
“Someday, you will be happy.”
“Someday, life will mean something.”
But someday I'll be SICK of waiting

Someday, you’ll see why it can’t be
Someday we’ll ALL be sorry
One day
sweet day
I’ll find my way 
out of this body.

http://vimeo.com/26557410


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Divorce - The Truth Of A Woman-Child

Mom - Dad,
Why couldn't you have just gotten along,
Why couldn't you have tried to work it out,
Look at what you taught me,
To give up before I even tried;
That my relationships will never work.
You scream and fight,
And leave my siblings and I here at night,
To go out gallivanting on your own,
You've taught me that I don't have,
To take responsibility.
You blame each other,
You cast your children to a fate of hell,
You make up excuses,
We almost had to bail you out of jail.
You forced us into adulthood,
But treat us like a strangers child,
How can we be good children,
When you've let us run wild.
Yell at me for my grades,
Go ahead I enjoy the fight,
How can I study for my test,
When I have to cook and clean all night.
My younger brother is crying,
He runs to me like I'm his ma,
The laundry is still dryin,
And I've still got six loads to fold before I'm grabbed by mornings claw.
I'm goin on 3 hours of sleep,
Skipped school to get the young one there,
I make them breakfast,
And finally find the time to wash my hair.
Your nursing your hangover at your "friends" house,
I'm just starting mine cause this life sucks me dry,
Good thing you brought home 3 bottles of vodka,
I don't know what we would've done if for once you didn't buy.
I'm not gonna be an alcoholic,
But it feels good to be there,
Drunk enough that when you flip out,
I wont have to shits to give or care.


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Euphorianah

The sapphire-dust sun of what-were dreams
Swallow the scene, setting In the forsaken east
All I see, all I know fades into the reaper's monotone grey 
Death come near me, by my only choice 
My wintry desperation subdued, clings to they silent voice
The dusk reveals my truest nature before her blank argentine eyes
Life; the darkest of all tragedies, Romances' malady
Let me feel your breath in this frozen air
Your pulse shorter than ever
Despair's void grows inside me
Without, you I will live no longer

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

The winterwinds' tears fall on me
With whispers of you, someone I once knew
No matter in a dream or reality
Sweet tranquillity, stay with me
Calming the fears within
But the pain remains

The silvemoon's fears shine on you
Thine eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, so deathly blue
If sacrifice needs a price
The dagger shows-
Heaven is calling us tonight

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Covered in shadowy illusions 
Shall we dance?
Death will be lie dominion
You are my only queen
Euphorianah

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Just let me die
If I cannot see
Euphorianah 
This night 


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mental confinement

this house is a prison 
these windows are taunting 
this weight on my shoulders is daunting 
my voice inside my head is haunting 
memories leave tears on my face
tears start to burn and leave blood in their trace
im isolated in deep space
solitary confinement 
deep sorrowful assignment 
the stars are in allignment 
my world is coming to an end thats what the peace sign ment
heaven sent, me hell, world upside down call it hell bent
half my heart is left, the other paid rent
i have half a heart but im completly broken, take a hint
one way street no reason to resent 
choises made, makes my brain fade 
heading to your heart, call it a crusade 
my love is broken, hell made
took every single wrong road, ... well played
epic fail, blood red is the best shade
through the light and through the dark
blood red will always make its mark 
love the pain and hate the pleasure 
nonconformality at its greatest measure 
love is lost and found like great treasure 
trust turns to tradgedty 
lies are truely ravishing 
my heart is cold and wandering, the walking dead emotionless traveling 
chilling ice adorning my flesh is lavishing 
in a strange twist of fate my mind bears my captivity 
trapped inside my thoughts from which i cannot escape, stranger thoughts than activity
forever fading my sanity
at the sacrafice of my vanity 
my last resort, to escape has been taken from me
this prison is maximum security 
love is lost, friends betrayed 
family estranged 
adrinaline caged
adhd enraged 
locked up tight 
strait jacket restricted helplessly bound try as i might
blind folds corrode my sight 
exiled and exausted drawn out distressed vigil put to the test 
sick to my stomach and too tired to rest
i sit in my cell, of isolation 
my mind is cramped of desolation
these words are a demonstration 
as a last resort, to far gone to ever undergo restoration 
i lay solemnly suffering from loss of articulation.


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thematic continuation

Shallow lay the unerring
detail of ethical genocide;
aired unto the asphalt plateau;
graciously proselytising the poetic vespers 
of sycophantic blue… 
the fathers of arsenic and proverbial chastisement… 
cynicism and lust; 
passively harbouring distant neglect; 
privy to oaken wrote hosts…



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A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell



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Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.


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September 11th

Today’s the day
When it all went down.
The pain and sorrow,
And the worlds big frown.
It shouldn’t have happened,
All those innocent people,
Who had to be there,
Now have God as their keeper.
It wasn’t their time to go.
I feel horrible for their families.
I just want to ask you,
 To pray for them please.
The terrorists that did this
Will get what they deserve.
They’ll get Satan’s kiss!
They must be heartless
To even think of this!
There are people to thank
Like the firemen and cops,
And a lot of people gave blood.
Even if it was just drops.
When the towers got hit,
The world thought it was an accident.
No one would’ve guessed
That it was really terrorists.
So don’t forget this day.
Its part of our painful history.
It’ll be in the books.
But why it happened,
Will always be a mystery.


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The Family Of Saints, Chapter 1- poem

 Chapter 1-The Sinful soul of Reyhan

From the memories of sacred wrongs,
From the spiritually admired best,
Came the soul of heart's dreadful songs
That smiled with ugly triumph of debt.

The phantom hunted Reyhan's saints
Pointing his ashes among god's saints
But the endless ego taught him the don'ts
That left him wandering without true bonds.

For Every moment he ever saw himself,
For every thought that burned his head,
He begged graceful forgiveness for his self
To bring the rest of his sleep to his bed.

Fate of those without a fatherly father!
For there were laws that make him a father
Of which he rejected all, even under force
The rules that compels to abide with those.

For all those said are to meet the meant;
So came the day as a beauty in shame
To meet his son the Sheik had sent
While afraid he was of anything like same.

But known to him till now as an unknown,
Even though he was the best of known,
There Stood in front in the name of his son,
A flesh that grew to a body, a ton.

"Hail this helpless father, Hail the days ago
Hail the one who brought him here
Hail his prideful ego
Let the earth spin with turn
And make the dreadful old page,
There he shall go back and return
With his sons and wife to this age."

And Reyhan spoke silently -
"O, you are him."


Details | I do not know? | |

Lets eras hate

Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid I’ll pull you up and away from this place Come with me into the night We will walk down lanes of soft moon light Come to me lonely souls Fight for your right to be heard Open your eyes sunshine Day light has casted a hazy glow Were not alone Others walk this hidden path as well Put down the knifes that carve your flesh Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string Take their hands Hold them tight Reassure the need to stay For we all fear the fall back into abandonment Cradle the young left on the streets Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach Let us walk as one A line that reaches shore to shore For we are strong and loved When we remember are hand are linked as one Let your feet stomp down hate Your hart sing songs of strength Don’t let genocide harts think their forgotten Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms For hatred has wounded and scared us all Take them up and sooth their fears Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair Do not weep alone my loves Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs We all must weep when things have become too much to bear For you are not alone nor week Even when others pass over you as if you’re unseen So to all my passer bys Bullies Racist And you that pray upon the “week” I can not hate that what you are But I will rebel agents that what you do For us who you hate and torment out number you One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do And when you do………….. Even you may join are line For even you will cry Even you will feel alone Even you will one day want to die Perhaps you all ready do Perhaps now you see We all need love Love from and for each other We are all human Even you


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The Signature of life

Signature of life 
=
The signature of sun can be seen
on those fleets of clouds, soft, floating.
The faded ochre dress flutters like 
an ancient race’s posted flag,
proud amid the breeze, assuring.
It is assuring to see that dress 
in the ruin of a residence,
from which someone has washed and hung cloths.
He climbs the staircase, rickety 
with careless bites of age, to his home.
Another broken piece of the day 
is falling away with whims of wind.
Once he goes inside the old building, 
the house belches with satisfaction. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Those Eyes

THOSE EYES

A wall of sparks filled up the sky, 
As a motorbike sped passed. 
Two people thrown onto the verge, 
Why did they go so fast? 

I stopped the car and ran to help, 
If my help I could so give. 
Whilst praying to the Lord above, 
"Please let these people live". 

The first one that we got to, 
He was sat against a wall. 
I looked into those startled eyes, 
There was life there at all. 

And still those eyes so drained of life, 
When looking back I see. 
I'm haunted by the look they gave, 
And yes it frightened me. 

We ran toward the other lad, 
Around a lamppost he did fall. 
I heard him give a quiet moan, 
"He's alive", I did then call. 

There was not much that we could do, 
Just wait till the medics came. 
Then speak to the police, say what we'd seen, 
And find out what's to blame. 

I heard on the radio later,that- 
With his family at his side. 
That young man lost his battle, and 
In hospital he died.


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Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


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The Poet

It is a fever.

  
The poet

They found the poet outside the park

His steps spoke many words of wine

His upper half seemed half asleep

And his feet walked a crooked line

His arms were spread as if to fly

His lips apart as though to speak

The telltale flush of liquid joy

Told tales of  rum from cheek to cheek

The night herself caroused with him

Drunk on sadness, drunk on care

And drink they drank, the weary lovers

Setting wine against despair

The bonds of reason, broken down

His mind amok, and absent sense

The world in woe, the world in glory

Lay before his presidence

 

And it was then they walked to him

Rudely rousing man from dream

Casting eye on village bard

Taking man as man would seem

"Sing for us again, o bard

Cast your words at senses keen"

This was why they broke his peace

Winters twice his summers seen

"Sing for us again o bard

Spin sweet words from bitter truth

Stir the embers of your heart

Dig through elder years to youth. And

Let the fountain spring with might!!

Showering us with wisdom earned

Showing us the link in hand

Of teachers harsh and lessons learned

Free yourself from wine's embrace!

We would hear a tale or two"

Turns to them, a wizened face

"Ask not man, but what is due."

Graying eyes regard the gathered

Moving on, from face to face

"The world whirls in the hands of time

And yet all things remain in place"

"As yet all men remain the same

The board reset a dozen times

Pi-eces unaltered, so is game

Though rearranged, the given lines

You come to me as bank to debtor

You plague me with unbridled want

Says at last, man to tormentor

'Cease at once your unjust haunt""

It is a fever

"It is not a gift so given

It is not a boon bestowed

Nor is sight beheld as blessing

When the eyes have overflowed

With the sorrows of existence

Pain cavorts with all men born

Know the price of your persistence

Hear the words of man forlorn

What is loss compared to weakness?

What is pain compared to need?

When the soul suffers from sickness

To give blood to those who bleed

O for those suffering in secret

O for hidden scars concealed

Know a secret's mark of secrets

Is in wounds that never healed

The world at large, and I remain

Numb in spirit, numb of mind

My inner coldness feed by pain

Reaped from years left far behind

 

It is a fever that I have

It is an illness I possess

It is a symptom that you worship

It is a sign that you profess

To love, to need, to love to hear

While I remain diseased of soul

You chant and clap then disappear

Then falls to me, each telling's toll

 

It is a sadness that I feel

It is madness that I suffer

When the muses offer gifts

Turn your backs and run for cover

Talent has a price, and paid

This price I have, each passing day

Rise to cup and rise to can

Drink my fill then come what may

All my masters come before me

Warned me of the poet's curse

Know you all of Byron's story

Know you all that Poe's was worse

Happiness is bound to beauty

Joy to all that beauty, see

But for those that birth said beauty

All is pain and tragedy

Listen to my fading voice, now

Listen to my silent plea

Know the doom of every poet

And ask of this, no more from me

I will fellowship with Bacchus

Gimlets of the finest sort

Rise to can and drunken glory

Fall to pleasure and cavort

Now my night bids me return

Wine is all that shields from sorrow

Sets me free from all concern

Trouble enough, will be tomorrow"

His soul unburdened, back unbent

All is caught in a lengthy pause

He turns to go, the air is rent

With sounds of cheer, and of applause

Now lowering balding head to ground

"Man may speak but none may hear

Sing for us again o Bard,

Has now become a thing to fear"


Details | Narrative | |

Walking to Redemption

Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls. I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls. I burst out of the door into the streets owned by the night. Shadows staring back dodging the lamps light. I begin to walk down the urban corridor of uncertainty. The workers of soul catchers carry out their shady activity. I find myself in the empire of danger invoking pure photo-phobia It's a small price to pay for escaping the mecca of claustrophobia. As I reach the climax of the spiraling vortex tunnel. I walk on tenterhooks as my problems funnel. Facing me at the end of this path, is a door laced with remorse around it's edges. The entrance to unknown stands out with a line of devoted pledges. Those waiting and queuing are the damned and the lost. As I drift towards them, I wonder how much my sin will cost. For I felt the weight of the pressure and stress, forcing me into the light of shame? For I was the puppet master, who poured onto me the petrol and drew the flame. My moment of selfishness was a cardinal sin to myself and others. lacking consideration, deprived of thought for my sisters and brothers. That self indulgent cowardliness, has lead me to this final act. A door beaten with the hands of the damned, regardless it's still intact. As the number descends down to it's final member. I stand there understanding my sin, bound to surrender. Reaching out I grasp the golden handle, and turn it to the right. As I push forward on the door and out bursts a green neon light. My chance of escape has come to a halt, it's time for me to face the jury's end. I stand by my plea of weakness and insanity, as into the court I descend. A skeleton of the peril court rises with a verdict and answer. The jury has decided I was overtaken by a vicious cancer. The disease wasn't voluntary but they agree my cure wasn't correct. My punishment is to fade into the man that never was, with immediate effect.


Details | Lyric | |

where ive always been

The air in this tomb sticks to my lungs offers no relief
The moments of comfort are short and brief
the darkness engulfs all of my senses
like the wrapping of guilt in so many confessions

maybe i deserve this twisted fate this ironic end
what i wouldn't give know just for a friend
my body grows weaker as the ordeal carries on
i pray this time tomorrow i will already be gone

laying in this bed i feel its my coffin my casket
don't know where I'm going but ill get there in a hand basket
even though i know its almost over regret seems to be my only companion
inside there is enough sorrow to feel the grand canyon

this late in the end i cant find the strength to speak
so much left unsaid am i wicked or just weak
i think people are here with me voices and a familiar face
the people i love cant follow me know they must stay in this place

if theres more after this life has passed me by
ill wait for you all on the other side 
i hope I've left fond memories with you all
you kept me standing after every single fall


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dying Dreams

The young dream their dreams away at night

Hoping they come true

A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young

Too naive to understand the ways of the world

Determined as ever to achieve their dreams

The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish

They had dreams but unknowingly never came true

You go from living a world full of dreams

To living the reality that is life

Why do we let our dreams die

We were so excited as young kids

At the foot step of our dreams

Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb

To make our dreams come true

Did we simply quit

Because of society’s pressure

Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night

Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts

Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it

Why do dreams die so quickly

When we spent years of our youth

Hoping that we could get an opportunity

To make them come true

Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die


Details | Blank verse | |

War Scars

War…
Pools of blood surround me
Comrades lay by my feet with every step I take
What is it that’s worth fighting for?

Supposed enemies…
Their filmy eyes unblinking lay open
The vision of the family they were to see still dances in their eyes
They had dreams too!

Their daughters…
Their sons…
Their wives…
Their parents…
Their duties lie within their eyes like an open book

This is pointless…
Their visions are my visions and I still see both
War is always in vain…


Details | Ballad | |

A Travelers Tale

It’s been so long
Since I’ve been home
Many a year
I’ve been on the roam
As the years turned to days
Days turned to years
Time is an hourglass
Showing ones deepest fears
As I sit here
In this barroom 
Smoking a cigarette
Leave I must soon
Following that, I must check out
Of the mediocre hotel room
Though my mind clearly sees
Visions of joy from the past
This hotel bill
Will surely by the last
Always ladies
Night keep me warm
Even through the most
Furious storms
Make my way
Home once at last
Not yet young son
This old man’s not done
Please don’t leave this bar
For this story hasn’t ended
Oh no thus far
All my life I have desired
Some sort of reckoning
For my sins
Now I’ve finally realized
I must go see my kin
And a new life I may
Finally begin
But son please listen
Realize you shall
As you grow old
Happiness not be bought
With any amount of gold
Happiness lies
Within your very heart
You alone
Hopefully shall start
Having your very own dreams
Even though they may seem
Unachievable, son
 You’ve just got to believe
For without dreams of your own
You shall bitterly become
Full of hatred and greed
Dreams are not money
They are actions you make
Dreams do not happen
When you are asleep
They come to you
When you’re beginning on your feet
But you must be careful
For come people are amused by
Actions of deceit
For one who uses trickery
Are not as lucky as you
They are to ashamed of themselves
And their life is hell
They are weak
You are strong
Envy they of you
And in society they just don’t belong
Don’t think I have sided
With the pitiful and weak
On their behalf
I only speak
Oh, son, I have seen
More than any old king
I’m even friends
With Mr. BB king
But never have I
Been so satisfied
Than when I told this story
And you looked me in the eye
Not many have been
All the places I’ve seen
This all was my very
Very first dream
I must be going now
But before I do
Bartender, 2 shots of José
We must make a mighty salute
For on your future young son
We must drink


Details | Lyric | |

never forget 9-11

On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know 
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, 
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that 
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the 
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness 
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things 
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves 
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have 
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave 
their life for a question the answer we must find.

William J. Harty


Details | Epic | |

Spring Is In The Air

I gathered the rakes...
for leaves had covered everything

I gathered the limbs and made up my mind
My dad is 82 years young and it is all left up to me now

Spring is in the air, and there''s work to be done
The tables are turned and I''ve learned a lot

As I sat on my papa''s knee
tuning in to his wisdom

As I helped strong busy hands
clean up natures many grande messes

And during those glorious evening walks
exploring the results of our daily tasks
Pure contentment... satisfaction at ease!

The ending of one''s long journey...
scurrying into another''s
simple visionary walk in life...

Chosen while resting on ''that'' knee 
and enjoying great ''wise tales''

Spring is in the air... 

--Shirley Sibley 


Details | Haiku | |

Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
I
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
II
Curiosity 
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
III
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
IV
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
V
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Cowboy | |

'The Cowboy On The Battlefield ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 12)

Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and Confusion
… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept

… Every Day, A Minefield
Every Night, A Raid
Every Moment, A Terror
Trying to Make Him Afraid …

Any Second, A Horror
Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest
Every New Tomorrow
Wondering, What’s Next ?

The Cowboy On The Battlefield
Vigilant and Brave
Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse …
Looking At Her Grave …

‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘
… Echoed Thru His Brain
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
… Echoed Thru The Rain

And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest
She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
And With Those Last Words, She Blessed,
And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’

                    * * * *

… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield
Remembers His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son … 
… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return …


Of  Note:  In The Words Of A Lady Rocker,
Pat Benatar:   ‘Love Is A Battlefield’
(but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Untitled descriptions - Day

A woman, who I once thought was great. A flick of the switch, and all the light fades She laughed and she pointed... She made me pay. And for no good reason, one miserable day Yet still here I stand, strong and unscratched Your greatest mistake was teaching me that. To be who I am and to shine how I shine To give the greatest gift, which is mine. And day by day, I know ill be fine. To love and to share and make sure I smile Even though what you did, will linger for a little while. The effect of your words,sticks, stones and lies The truth of my strength behind tear filled eyes At the end of the day, inside is what counts. Happy she was to be such a cow Making everyone believe its the other way round. This anger inside, building myself I must stop myself from trying to help. I take a deep breath every day, and bit by bit you will vanish away. She deserves nothing, the world needs to see but if I did that, how much better would I be? And tonight I say, "oh my, what a day", I'm now allowed to see a more beautiful way.


Details | Epic | |

With Love

This is what a cousins for
To help even out the score
Revenge is sweet but bitter too
But this of course you already knew
We are so different but yet the same
In all our hopes and all our pain
Warmth and love right from the start
Fire and passion fill our hearts

A new generation has been born
A time to love and a time to mourn
We are the hope that burns so bright
Crystal clear on a starry night
The future is there, ours for the taking
A complex pattern of our own making
Independence and strength, courage and fear
A glistening track left by all our tears

Late at night when we are silently crying
All of our faith is slowly dying
No one to talk too, no one to care
Our deep dark secrets we can’t even share
‘nothing is wrong’ is the biggest lie
They don’t take the hints, they don’t even try
Everything is wrong, nothing is right
And this is why we weep at night

Shoulders heaving till we run dry
That is when we stop to think why?
This is just stupid, I’m always around
Even to help you up off the ground
You’re not alone, not like before
Never again will you lie on the floor

I never left, I will always be there
Don’t ever think that I don’t care
And when you think you can’t pull through
Remember there is another exactly like you
You will always be surrounded by my love
After all its in the Banks’ blood.


Details | Rhyme | |

Aborted Babies


Aborted Babies…

Innocent life is being murdered each day.
While our courts say that it’s legal and “o.k.”

Women getting pregnant and maybe don’t understand.
The tragedy that’s happening all over this land!

Is this really something that many people have willed?
To have the unborn to be 
“torn apart and killed?”

Many are told abortion is the “best thing to do.”
But not knowing who else to turn to.

Government pretends to have an answer for this.
But it’s just turning into one huge mess!

Read the Bible and you will come to know.
The God who created you… 
Loves you so!

Jesus knew you in the womb!  
Your hair color and name!
He saw your body when out of your
 mother you came!

He saw your little heart the first time it beat!
And saw your mother the first time
 she tickled your feet!

There is never one unwanted person on God’s list!
You are precious to him…  
And are never missed!

He knows each life and every heart that’s beating!
And brings purpose, love and
 a TRUE meaning!

BY Jim Pemberton


Details | Light Poetry | |

Daffy Definitions by POETRYSOUP ( Part4 )

Thank-YOU POETRYSOUP Family, Thank-YOU very Much YOUR POETRYSOUP brother...HG
School Lunch --- Kid Munch --- Dane Ann
Sleepy --- Snooze Buffoon --- Dane Ann
Stink --- Lizard Gizzard --- Dane Ann
Stunned --- Dazed Amazement --- Dane Ann
Terrific --- Amazing Marvels --- Dane Ann
Tunnel --- Traffic Funnel --- Dane Ann
Undulate --- Love Ripple --- Dane Ann
Vicious --- Violent Victory --- Dane Ann
Violent --- Brutal Bruiser --- Dane Ann
Wink --- Glitter Glimpse --- Dane Ann
Will --- Desire Aspire --- Dane Ann
Righteous Indignation --- Wasting Your Love's Patience --- John Moses Freeman
Ketchup --- Flavor Master --- Dane Ann
Kindness --- Kindling Care --- Dane Ann
Layer --- Endless Clucking --- Dane Ann
LOVE --- Perky Permanence --- Dane Ann
Moonshine --- Booze Punch --- Dane Ann
Mundane --- Earth's Reign --- Dane Ann
Necessary --- Vital Vittles --- Dane Ann
Opulent --- Lavish Living --- Dane Ann
Psychiatrist --- Mind Baker --- Dane Ann
Quick --- Speedy Deed --- Dane Ann
Rebellious --- Rowdy Ranting --- Dane Ann
Travel Center --- Tour Allure --- Robert A. Dufresne
POT --- Metal Kettle --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vegetarian --- Hungry Humanitarian --- Robert A Dufresne
Jam --- Toast Host --- Robert A. Dufresne
Opaque --- Solid State --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (1) --- Family Tree Spree --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (2) --- Kin Sin --- Robert A. Dufresne
Undulation --- Vexing Vibration --- Robert A Dufresne
Quick --- Time Flick --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vortex --- Whimsical Whirlpool --- Robert A. Dufresne
Query --- Quizzical Quest --- Robert A. Dufresne
Subway --- Electro Metro --- Robert A. Dufresne
Yea --- N'ary a Nay --- Robert A Dufresne
Chrazy Caos --- A Mell of a Hess ---Robert A. Dufresne
Kite --- Light WRIGHT --- Robert A. Dufresne
Chaos --- Naught Of Christ --- John Moses Freeman
Exoressions --- Word Whisperer --- Rhoda Galgiani
Kitty Kats --- Furry LOVE --- Rhoda Galgiani
Single --- Poetic Peace --- Rhoda Galgiani
Compact --- Edited Epic --- Karen O'leary


Details | Light Poetry | |

hush

Hush

She looks out the window
To see if he’s coming home
She is newly wed
But he leaves her alone

He mistreats her
And puts her down
Then he goes out all night 
With other girls all over town

And then she cries
How long can she pretend
A voice tells her hush
The longest rope has an end

She has four sisters
They cry on her wedding day
They were so close 
But now they are so far away

And then he comes home
He likes be in control
Hits her on her face 
Because his food gets cold

And  when she  cries
Heart fill with pain
A voice tells her hush
You will smile again

She makes up her mind now
Will not take no more
And when he sleeping 
She sneaks out the door

she ran all night 
through the pouring rain
leaving behind a bridge
never to cross again

She fell in her mother’s arms 
Their tears fall on the floor
Her father would have kill him
But he’s not living no more

And as they  cry
She feels a new beginning
And a voice tells her hush
Today your pain has end


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hazel Eyes

Hazel Eyes
WLM
Wildncrazy555
September 15, 2011

Such beautiful eyes
So full of mysterious disguise
They have the sheen 
Of a light light green
And yellow as the autumn sky
As you gaze you wonder why
As I wait to meet
Surely my heart will greet
Of the feelings we share
Surely, Do we DARE
As we run through life amongst and with it
Through our devoted commitment
Follow the long forgotten past
In our hearts we know it will last
Our love is so fine
In our eyes you see it as we dine
To feel the warmth of her skin
The feelings I know she will let me in
From this day forward I know she is mine
Our love will last till the ends of all time
The feelings in my heart are a must
Truly, truly they are JUST!

Dedicated to a lady I know
Jacki Wahner McDowell
With Beautiful Hazel
EYES


Details | I do not know? | |

Vision

Sitting here, in a room with no light
Everything seems
Increasingly bright
And the sound seems louder
Than it normally should be
As I play 
With my excessively growing goatee

It seems like a habit
Having my mornings this way
Yet for fun there is a price
Everyone must pay

Only one question dwells
In the mind of thy own
The answer still remains
To be unknown

Somewhere in the distance
Unreachable by any means
Sits a tall beaming
United States Marine
 


Details | Free verse | |

Heather

Beautiful sunset in swift apparel

She smiles in the wind having gold in hair
Pillars of cement line her inner voiced mind
Heather
Her stregnth comes in her immeasurable face

Love of a touch from another

Skipping rocks & such 
In the stream of captivating habitation
Heather
In circles commonly havoc from the distrust in others

She sings a lovely song as she tail skirts along
Timeless matter captivated by her hair in feathers
A crush through a blow in sorted venue plight
A song sheltered toward its beckoning call

The critics to her our all torn & battered
Her lips sag & smile is shattered
Her life as she knows take on the tremendous blows
With a timeless song in her heart

A rose petal in delicate sway
A happy smile to brighten anyone's day
A pull at her heart to light the spark to what it was she has been waiting for
Heather

Love in the eyes of the beholder


Details | Narrative | |

We Were All There That Day

All of us were there that day/
Yet not in the physical aspect,
It was a very spiritual notion/
Not some encounter from a heavenly omen,
Beneath the soil amidst a great gulf fix,
Some have become a bit transparent/

Perhaps a little cumbersome ?

While other's having claimed to experience all the fullness,
Little did they know that king's and queen's would all bow to thee,
Amidst the given turmoil of the unfortunate vast excursion !
Still in the garden that day they all fell asleep/
Yet still all of us were there,
When the roman solder's ripped off your beard !

Still some of us it's too hard to fathom it,
Some finding it to intense and a bit weird !
Having common passerby's spit in his face/
While still there were many angels in waiting to take vengeance on those,
Yet Jesus didn't choose that route of passage,

With no sense of remorse nor a common disgrace,

We were all their that day !
Even when beloved Mary your loving mother wept !
Fashioned with real tears for her son,
While they tore into his flesh !
Until there was nothing left but exposed bone,
When all the nails had mounted you to the rugged cross/
We all knew that this wasn't some tragic loss !

With words', "Father please forgive them for they know not what they do ?"
He said the prayer now the rest is up to you ?
We all had learned Lord what your beloved father really knew/
We were all there that day/
When after three days you suddenly rose from the grave !
Although still many had rejected you ?

The god of this world had blinded many eyes/
Does all of this come at some big surprise for it is written in the scriptures for our benefit ?
Lest they all should see and be healed,
For even Pilate had found no fault in thee,
Yet he gave into the crowds cry's and demands !
Having vicious fangs nor swollen teeth/
Which all gnash abruptly !

Having a fish dinner with Peter for breakfast/
The was fully after your grand exit,
We were all there that day/
Henceforth, even to this present moment in time,
Today, everything we pray for we can all visualize you being there,

For we were all their that day !


Details | Free verse | |

With You

When everything in life comes to its sweltering end

There is someone whom we can depend
Shattered dreams hopeless moments & lost memories
A twilight vision can evoke then elevate to lift one's soul...
Just to be with you sold out & complete;

There is nothing new under the sun,

Such as the way in turning over a brand new leaf;
Shattered dreams within its viable means,
The creation growns within its forced expectation
The way is imperative not to violate into inhillation

Crafted in great pains of enjoyment 

Through a barrage of exploits will dismiss

Choices can often overt a papal stance to smile;
Still to know all the great while,
Essentially to withstand the inner pain inside we so often will hide
It pays to stay still

To know that he is God!
Just to be with you,
To say what we feel yet can't ever express the quest;
I would give anything...
There is no price I would not pay
This stirring of the spirit cannot be stopped or even manipulated further;
It is the sovereign work of God in the hearts of people
We are so much more then premortal slime be  kind;
Just to be with you...

Across the isle to reach it's distant shore,

A call to relinquish into so much more;
There are blood shed in our streets;
The will to live has taken a back seat with feet...
Just to be with you,
Shattered glass on its strict papal text 
Through a baracade of quaint circumstance will chance,
The ocean has a relieving way to help calm the inner soul
The vastness of the city can often inflate one's ego
Yet shelter lies dormant onto its waiting call asunder toward home
A sunset appears for the day in silence filtered tears,
One's inner equated logic the vanishes in the wind...
Then its inner silence is then no more
Etched with skulls with crossbones crumbling onto deaths door
In its enivatable tucked away shell
The other alternative is to be totally lost in hell

Just to be with you..
Everyone in life should have a great story to tell!


Details | Lyric | |

And the toil of the gods was great part1

AND THE TOIL OF THE GODS WAS GREAT part1
{I close my eyes and see you there, looking at me. I watch myself watch you. As I look at us 
in mind I wonder to myself if I’m seeing myself watching you then who am I.}
Ten thousand years the time that’s past and during the years all our knowledge was lost
Stolen and hidden often misused, twisted distorted or simply fake.
Now in the end at this precipice we start to grasp the weight of the cost
For too long now we have been blinded to what is real and what’s at stake
Our cosmos a chaotic symphony blanketed in an ocean of time
An entire race of beings without eyes to see and the minds of children
Left here clueless alone stumbling clumsily in the dark waiting for a sign
So much disconnection has transpired since we freed ourselves from Eden
Much too obvious are planet is not like us, who or what we are
A circus of gloom bent on destruction to ignorant and riddled with fear
Out in space there where many thriving worlds all rotating around its motherly star
We have been exiled here we deserve the freedom no longer should we toil here
Our failure to see life for what it is, its unique and a space-time miracle
Any life, anywhere, in the vastness of time a single blade of grass is precious and rare
As we consume and devour our forsaken garden for material that is tangible
A young and dieing world full of slaves and orphaned souls, a heavy cross to bear


Details | Verse | |

way of life

I exhale with joy, love is running swiftly in my veins, I've walked the plank of 
infatuation and received my golden wings of prosperity.

I have rebounded from the highest peak of tribulations, my emotions are scared and 
bruised it seems all hope is lost the battle is not mine to lose.

i'm gaining fast on wisdom i now know how to seek when no one is there, my needs 
have been dissected from my wants still my earthly treasures taunt me with greed.

I am standing on my own two feet this is my life indeed


Details | Rhyme | |

Are You God ophobic

Are You God-ophobic? I’ve heard of phobias of different kinds. I’m sure there’s many people with “confused” minds. But there’s one “phobia” that concerns me the most. It’s a “God phobia” that’s drawing so close. It’s like people have a phobia of “In God we trust.” While so many of their lives are burdened with lust. A lust for pleasure and whatever “pleases for the moment.” Many are looking for various kinds of “fulfillment.” But fearing and obeying God? This sounds absurd! Why should anyone care? Much less… Read his word? Even prayer seems to be “a thing of the past.” How much longer will this country last? What we should fear… Is the wrath of God that will come… For not believing and accepting Jesus… His son! Everything we’ll ever need. Has already been provided! An abundant life with Christ can now be decided! Won’t you accept his gift of life everlasting? And look beyond human reasoning and understanding? Put your faith in God. And HIM alone! So you too, can have a place in his eternal home! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Battle Lines

Battle lines are drawn with no word uttered to act,
just a couple of simple emotions pain and loss fuel  this fact.
Bloodshed on the people we thought we could trust,
but now we know this is not true, as we lay our kin in the earth’s crust.

Vengeance is the fuel that fans the emotions of loss into hate,
for now it is not them but us that will decide their fate.
Call to arms the ones that have laid your brother to rest,
and in our embrace of steel find out who is the best.

When blood stains the ground and the hate sets fire to this land,
lets see past the smoke to who will finally stand.
In heated conflict our dance of steel and flesh will warship Aries the god of war,
and we will tear one another apart until we are no more.

Through the years our generation will hate the others without cause or reason,
For as the crimson moon passes it start another killing season.
Hate will boil and bodies will come under the knife,
and we shall take liberties on each other’s lands and wife.

All this pain will usher in a mindt Earth is a living hell,
and we will become prisoners within our own hated cell.
So before you step over line and fuel what you know is to pass,
lets buried our love ones together in the same mass.

After that, talk to me and so this could never happen while we our alive,
for if we don’t, in the future it could be us that will not survive.


Details | Elegy | |

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?


Details | Rhyme | |

Entrancement

 Let me lead you in a dance,
Around the fire, in a trance,
I'll take you to another land,
Where you will learn, and understand,
What it is we're here for,
And glimpse those who came before,
Your ancestors who roamed this place,
Forefathers of our human race,
Would dance around a fire, just so,
Shadows and substance in the glow,
Generations joining in such a dance,
Not all of them were in a trance,
But those who were, said they could see,
The ancestral spirits wandering free,
So come on people move those feet,
Build up the rhythm and the beat,
All together in our rhythmic dance,
As we work ourselves into a trance,
So we all can once more see,
Those we loved, who used to be!


Details | Free verse | |

On a cool night

When in Summer breaks through with elegant leaves being transformed asunder

In hollow trees with sullen clefts through blood soaked fleas;
We warmly walked hand in hand along the folly turned ocean breeze...

With a kind gesture having warm look in eye;

To warmly cradle arm in arm with tender innocence through fragrant love,
Although those many years have suddenly passed;
Still having every inclination in which to grasp,
A moment with daunting pen on paper

On a cool night let me hug you by the fire alone

As seagulls circle overhead watching in anticipation 
Then captured by our timely romantic desire
On a cool night where shutters have collapsed
With the timely frozen tundra in the fallen snow

In lively vested animation playing puppets on a string

Through ellaborate portals in exquisite taste & form
On somedays we all long to actually curse the day we were actually born
In imaginary words proned in idol fancy
Gone our the days when Sid met with Nancy

Yet we often walk alone as if two hearts bleedin as one

On a cool night two lives cascading as if in a waterfall
Two lovers pierced then reminescent walking at the mall
Whatever happened inside Eve's head shortly after the fall ?
Instead today we have an evil society filled with no it alls!

Wandering in the myraid desert so far away from their home all alone!


Details | Free verse | |

SWEET N' SOUR

SWEET N' SOUR EQUALS,
COTTON CANDY/LEMON HEADS
SUCH A BITTER SWEET SYMPHONY.


THIS COLD PLAY HEART, HAS
SEEN IT ALL; CHASING CARS
N' A YELLOW SUMERIAN UNDER
PRESSURE I WON' T FORGET YOU.


SP ("FAM") TO THE END!!! With A little sweet n' sour!!!!!!

Written By: 
Sweet N' SOUR=CARMA

06-23-12


Tribute to all soup FAM!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Unholy Land

There's no other love greater,
Than becoming a mother,
And if your life gets burned,
You'll scream at those concerned,
Especially when it was stolen again,
From people who had no write,
An x-husband can be a,
Very sick man,
When he gets a jealous girlfriend,
To help him undermine the x-wife,
To put together a plan,
A murderous sick plan,
To kill the children of the x-wife,
Not only are they nuts,
They have no type of guts,
For they hired people to do,
Their dirty deeds done cheap,
Everything that they did go through with,
Was heading them to jail,
Til a powerful group of people,
Ignored the laws of the land,
And proceeded with their plan,
These people did not know,
They were creating a very sick show,
Of judgement they had no write too,
Done out of a court of law,
Desputed by other people,
That backed up the x-husband,
They've shown really poor judgement,
And put themselves in the boiling pot with them,
For God in heaven never sleeps,
And yes his heart does weep,
For what has been done,
To a small little family,
Of innocenance that never did anything,
Has been trampled upon,
Like it doesn't matter,
For what they all have done,
The murderers run the streets,
And are holding onto the son,
The x-wife got her life shattered,
And to them the only matter,
Is a flimsy excuse,
About being controled out of love,
To be people involved in law,
And never do what's right,
By the child whose life they did take,
Sickens the x-wife and only makes her madder,
Rage is boiling inside,
That she can not hide,
Aganist all of the people,
In this unholy land.


Details | Epic | |

People Pleaser

Burned out and stressed out.
Cant please you All.

What about me and how I feel?  What about my health both mental and physical?
Im stuck in the middle and stuck in a rut.

Why dont you stop calling and interferring?
I cant please you All

Burned out and stressed out.

From now on im gonna say NO.


Details | Free verse | |

The shining blue and white

The shining blue and white 
=====================
White enters inside, 
the psyche is being blurred,
a tree’s chalky smile…

Winter, I am here now,
mist roams midst my mind
shining blue is worn by sky.

The eyes follow truths
reach a garden. Lost Eden.  
A white unicorn hops 

over my nervous system.
Is it love I see
in the shadows around me?
 
Migratory birds 
flying over the blue lake. 
My hands touch hers.
            © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Details | I do not know? | |

Shelf life of sunshine

Shelf life of lights 
=
A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine 
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been 
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s spent.

Days are, of course, growing thin; like her little family 
which has been unfastening. Son has gone to the town;
his dad has lost appetite; the vegetable patch’ve dried.

She looks at the brown cat, it seems to attain bodhi.
The salty air teases her hair, unknotted it.
“You look great.” The wind’s accent, slightly slurry, comes inside.

It reminds her of youth, insouciant, innocent. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Pa







Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !


Details | Narrative | |

Face The Mirror

Here I stand facing liquid glass,
the flowing of the faces are haunting out my past.
Stepping through the mirror to face my pulsing fears,
I pass the corridor of the damned, and collect the angels tears.

The price of pain I caused is peeling away my face,
the features that catalyst the sorrow, are crumbling with pace.
My bright blue eyes become grey stone, and wrinkles invade the smooth.
The sands of time begin to rush, as the angels cries are soothed.

The scales of justice begin to balance, as retribution hangs.
I see the writing on the wall, and written red across my hands.
I find myself truly redemptive and understand my wrong.
The angels recognise my growth, and begin their final song.

Suddenly the corridor falls, baring an empty room.
It's the attic of the house I live in, my face is back in bloom.
The mirror holds a sheet of the future, a warning in advance.
I take my errors and correct them, and start my second chance.


Details | Personification | |

Heroes Are Not Forgotten

Many there be have turn their backs to thee/

No sense of remorse,
No notion of integrity or respect/
You stand so proud with your head in the air/
Waving your hands like you just don't care ?

But none the worse for wear,

Heroes Are Not Forgotten !
Those men and women who have waved the banner high !
With every bit of stregnth that have fought with no remorse,
We often get tongue tied within ourselves/

In the great melted pot we call The United States of America,
It was for freedom that our ancestor's fought to so desperatley uphold/
Far too many of us take it for granted !
They have eyes but tend to look the other way/

Paying litle to no homage to buw their heads to pray ?
One day every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord !
There will be no mistake about it !
Those that pierced his side and pulled his beard/
 
Many say that us Christians are wierd/
You will know on that very day that he's not someone that you could play !
Heroes Are Not Fogotten !
Just look what that ass did Ben Laden !

We need to speak up now or forever hold your peace/
This world for some is a will for power,
Perhaps your all in need for a long cold shower/
Stay up late to listen to the radio The Hour Of Power !

No, Heroes Are Not Forgotten in this land of cotton !
We will lift up our head high to look toward the sky/
As a beacon of hope to a hurting worls in need/
Where as other's are just dying to see you bleed,

We will remember John Wayne in this old house of pain/
Bob Marley and The Wailer's,
Ronald Reagan and his awesome plans !
Last but the best Jesus is my man !


Details | Rhyme | |

Another life "My old friends"

If it's true, and there's another life
That waits beyond our journey's end
I'll hold a place within my heart
And a rocking chair for my old friends
To sit beside a fire at night
And talk about, the stories of another time
Or dream about what might have been,
But either way I wouldn't change
The path that led to my old friends

And if there is another life
I'll wait for you with open arms
Beneath the moonlit sky at night
I'll reminisce and count the stars
Which never fails to take my breath
Each moment when I think of you
And know again I'll see your face
That shines within the summer sun 
Or glows within the winter moon

That's seen so many journeys end
With hopes of such a special place
Where friends are never left behind
And faces never fade away
Through time, if there's another life
Old friends would come
And there they'll stay
And bring another rocking chair
For those who pass this way

Kevin D. Fix


Details | Free verse | |

Dreams' depth

Dream depth

Dreams are the Leatherback tortoises
lazing across the Caribbean’s;
the blue water and columns of sun.
dreams have seen the ruins, 
the pieces of lost cities, Atlantis; buried.
Dreams have touched the fossilized white bones 
of a father, a fisherman, who sunk.

The boy wakes up, runs on bare feet 
towards the shore where his dreams are.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

Journey From Death To Birth

Ego? What ego? I threw it out the window my self-confidence I'm sure you meant has swelled sped up to tempo Jesus is in me, for I consumed him whole I guess that makes me holier than most the status=quo Two separate angels are fighting for my life one's guarding me in daytime one's guiding me through night if I seem uptight, it's because the pressure is held under the gun of the high noon sun and rising clouds of steam thick white if I find I'm right, the time has now come will the unforgiven angels and demons begin to be the abstaining ones? Will I learn my lesson? or just go on the plight of hate consuming the remaining traces of what the darkness couldn't take my biggest fear is that a fate turns not really real to see floating on higher planes these days is hardly new to me until an inner peace, invades me in discretion black rosary, please show me the way in your direction


Details | Epic | |

Intertwined twins

Frustration fills the mind of a broken hearted woman…
It kills me inside to know that we had this fight; I should have kept quiet…
The damaging words I said to you will scar me for life…
I needed to get rid of the pain & sorrow and you were in the way…

You did not deserve it, at all…
I apologize for the shattered heart I gave you…
You are my whole world & all I have left…
You’ve been there my whole life & we are intertwined, like twins…

We look the same, think the same, talk the same, act the same…
We handle our problems/situations the same…
Let’s start over & begin a new life with a new chapter…
A new book, the past is gone from whens we came…

Good luck young one, as the adult world is nothing like we know…
It’s like a music production, we all star in our own show…
Ladies & gentlemen, welcome to the circus of our young lives…
Let’s do this & show the people we can be stars…

Not falling stars but rising stars…
We are young, wild & free but let’s do this right…
Take the one shot you are given, the one opportunity that comes along…
Grab it once you have it… 

For they fade quickly, rise up…
Rise up & live young one… Live!!!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Tragedy---for Jon

Lost? 
Found. 
Never has life's cruel temper dealt its deceiving hand as this day 
Lost-found in a place, living know not. 
Kinship friendship - words, verbiage to describe mortal bonds 
While those of the soul grasp bonds endless and dimensionless 
Youth is but a stage of dying 
Time cruel to its very essence. Time blows through us all as our sight through glass 
Its dark fingers paint our walls and carry us to our HOLMES 
Its cruelty is its existence. Defining agony, depriving experience 
Youth felt emotion lost through existence 
Found youth soul existence beyond comprehension 
Youth to us all? Youth has been lost but found where else 
But where time confronts us all. 


Details | Epic | |

Product of your enviroment

A father who constantly moans at you and puts you down all the time.
An absent mother living with her lover see's you on the weekends.

You listen to him putting her down
you listen to her with her new found

Older sister mentally ill, father moaning about the bills
Anxiety and fear a broken family

From one home to the next feeling constantly preplexed

You listen to him putting her down
you listen to her with her new found

Grades are crap at school holding it all in like a fool
Did either one ask ''how are you'' or ''how does this make you feel''?

The anger sets in where do I begin It will never leave me
it stays with you till the end.

Your always to scared to express how you felt and what its done to your head
cant get to sleep cause your minds full of crap feeling like your gonnna snap

Its now to late for me to forget but I wont allow it to damage me no more I want to close that door.


Details | Free verse | |

Collaborating in the clouds- Gods Hold

If Gods favorite hero suddenly became cold,
   Lonely, disoriented, unhappy with sorrows untold,
   Would it be of interest in Heaven? Concerns of man,
   Would our saviors come to Earth to be born again?

God would send out his best hands to hold,
   Would he set backwards time to where all heroes spirits were sold.

If only our love could behold
   Lined with twine of silver wrapped in gold
   Gifts to to God to wash our sin
   Equipped pillars stories told

Thoughts about God mirrors my pen


Details | Couplet | |

Writers Rock

Babies,
Babies
Like to get rabies.
That's the way babies rock.

Writers,
Writers
Like nice highlighters.
That's the way Writers rock.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels


Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels…

On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me.
He could have called 10,000 
angels to set him free.

Nailed to this cross, he went
 through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the 
reason why he came.

Being there for all of mankind 
was his choice.
Weakened and alone… 
 One could hear his voice;

“Father forgive them.” 
 “They don’t know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened… 
 Many began believing.

“My God why have you forsaken me?” 
 With one last breath…
And then...  And very quickly… 
 There was death!

For all of the pain and suffering
 he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
 is now secure.

This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!

Seated at the right hand
 of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
 an abundance of  love!

Won’t you accept his gift 
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
 the way you’re living!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Light Poetry | |

Don't leave

Don't go
I'm not ready to lose you
Your not ready to go
I need you here
I don't want you to go
Your important to me
Your part of my life

Don't go
Not just yet
Don't leave!!!!!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Is it that hard

Is it that hard?
I tried, I was civil, 
Even pleasant;
I asked about your stupid jeep
When I knew all about it,
I answered your few questions
Very nicely and thoroughly;
 You asked about my interview,
I told you,
Later you mocked me,
Why cant I say
Or do
Anything right in your eyes?
I admitted my wrongs,
My failures,
But when I asked you
Outright
You denied
Wouldnt give a straight answer
I shouldve known;
I listened to it 
My 18 years and one day at home;
I expected it
I was told it would happen
But still I had hope
That maybe you would soften
Maybe you would give a little
But no,
You couldnt even do that
You couldnt admit you are
WRONG
You are cruel
You are twisted
You are so messed up
You are pushing your family away
And you must know it;
Its so obvious
But you cant
Or wont see it.
I dont know what to do;
I try,
I call,
I meet you
And accomplish NOTHING.
I dont want to have to do this
Im so tired of it
My own mother is terrified of you
My little brothers
And my beautiful sisters
Are scared 
To do anything 
You dont approve of;
Youre killing them slowly
Like you did me,
Thats why I left;
Thats why I ran;
I couldnt take it;
They will leave too;
You will be alone,
With no one to control,
No one to abuse,
No one to tell your rules to,
No one to manipulate
No one to listen to you,
Your lies,
Your critisism,
Your bullshit;
Im done; 
If you want to change,
If you will admit to being wrong,
If you will attempt,
Im willing
And ready to see you,
Im ready to see my family again,
But not you;
You are an ogre,
Youve said it yourself.
(Sarcasticaly of course)
Im waiting for you;
Is it that hard?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Coming Judgement

Escaping God's Judgement

Judgement shall begain 
at the house of God/
We shall all face God's "correction rod."

It will begin with the righteous... 
What shall the unsaved do?
They can pray and run... 
where will they run to?

If the righteous are scarcely saved. 
 Where will the ungodly hide?
Every "trick in the world" has already been tried!

It's time to "stop playing games"--
no more "pretending."
This world(as we know it)will soon be ending!

Come before God now... 
Kneel before his throne.
It's only be accepting his son can 
you have an eternal home!

You can try fooling the people 
you meet each Sunday.
But a day of reckoning with God
 will happen someday/

"Forgive me Lord. I have sinned!" 
must be spoken.
So every weight and bondage 
can now be broken!

He loves you so much and desires 
to make you whole!
By his blood... your sins can
 be as white as snow!

When God's judgement comes... 
You needn't be ashamed.
Reach out to him now...
 and call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton 
2010


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Adulteress's missing thread

missing threads
----------------
She looks outside. The pale moonlight has fallen across the tributary, illusory moonshine,
like an intimate emission, now that the urgency is gone, meaningless. 
She looks inside. The sprawled bed sheet of flesh shines in luminous darkness which she
thinks she is. 
Remember the worth and compare with leaving behind the cords, one son and a lethargic
clergy who divides his self between interpreting the God and being her husband. 
She remembers the cats, the weekend cooking classes and small garden of oriental roses.
The pale moon is always hiding behind the clouds when you need it. The clarity is a burnt
out butt of the cigarette learning to jump overboard. She waves away the smoke. She looks,
once more, inside and outside.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Details | Narrative | |

The Waffle House Way!

Customers are like bouquets of flowers passing through our twenty-four hours.
Breakfast, lunch, or dinner all 365 calendar days guaranteed for a full twenty-four seven.
“Hello Sir”! Welcome to Waffle House America’s favorite place to eat!
Some say we are the closest thing next to God's Great Heaven!
We have a confusing language of our own, the blabbering towers of the real “April Showers”
Service with a smile that has walked the many hard-earned extra tenths of miles,
Nothing computerized with files, just organized by our own genuine unique styles.
Waitresses are serving with hard enduring time and each crosses over a mighty fine line,
Master grill operators optimize a divine talent marking your plates perfectly aligned.
Friday and Saturday nights the party train arrives blessed coffee to the many lips we’ll revive.
Regulars and irregulars you’re served just the same, pardon me did I really get your name?
Loud ones, quiet ones, and even the picky ones strive to come back to us,
Here we bring back the basics of being alive.
Scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered, capped, or topped? 
So do you want them “All the way or just partly aflame”!
Young, old, or different at being indifferent just being sane, 
Especially when the “Waffle House Way” is to say the first “HELLO”!
“Morning Mam”! Can I get you your usual or will you be having something different  “TO GO”?
Brief moments of insanity with the moods that walk through our doors, 
Thank God for every single one of those Jukeboxes!
The quality of service opening an eye to the sly foxes, 
We’d really be in trouble if we sold liquors!
Foreign, military, and even civilian are in and out, 
Our servers are like the gold stored at Fort Knox.
So what can we get you today that you haven’t already had before?
 “The Waffle House Way” America shouts!
 It’s like being home because that’s what we are all about.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Light

Light
WLM
Wildncrazy555
July 27, 2011

You are as the light which shines from heaven above
As you were sent to me for nothing but love
Our lives will be so grand
And for this we will make our stand
Love and life will abound
As it circles and circles around
The joy and contentment
Will be as we went with it
Our children will be fine
And pass through the ages of time
And grow beyond belief
Sending joy to our hearts full of relief
Life will be full of joy and hope
Upon these beliefs we will cope
Through the ups and the down
Which will always surround
And as the mourning jewel
We will never be a fool
For life will end 
But begin again



Details | Epic | |

The Family Of Saints, Chapter 1- story

    Chapter 1-The Sinful soul of Reyhan


It was a great family. They were bestowed with the rarest of knowledge of both spiritual
and the living material world from their ancestors. The head of the family Sheik Habeeb
had their laws and customs followed according with their sacred beliefs. The eldest of his
four daughters was married to Reyhan an intellectual scholar who worked with the state.
They had two male children a three year old and a new born. It was the day to welcome
the second son in law of Sheik Habeeb. Reyhan had to attend a talk, so was a moment late.
The house didn't wait and the dinner was served. When Reyhan reached, his pride and ego
hurt him as the dinner was served without the eldest son in law. It so happened, he left
the home without his wife and children.
Those were the times of pride and anger; those were the times of hatred and revenge.  
The father and the son in law tried their own ways. Reyhan tried to keep the children
with him but Sheik Habeeb won't allow. And he was divorced. He married yet another
woman and had children but all girls. Sheik Habbeb sued him for not giving the expenses
of the two boys. And after months of debates the verdict was passed against Reyhan to
meet the expense of his sons, as he was getting salary from the state. He decided not
to give. But the state started to cut off his salary. To take on Sheik Habeeb he resigned
from his work with the state so that Sheik Habeeb doesn't take his money. Thus the sons
were raised without a father. And they were taught with knowledge by the Sheik. They grew
into youth. For college education, his eldest son Raheem required his father's signature
and he left to meet him whose image he couldn't recollect.


Details | Free verse | |

untitled 1

open the gates i return bearing gift's
and story's of wisdom, magic and myth's
i fought through the forest that was darker than night
struggled up mountain's to arrive at their height's
I've been undercover on barbarian ship's
and stood in a battle watching limbs being ripped
I've sat on a throne proclaimed as a king
then squandered on women my crown and my ring's
i spoke to the devil about selling my soul
but he asked me quite nicely to leave him alone
I've been to the heavens of a thousand lost god's
and found all of them bored with unconditional love
they tell me they want their worth to be earned
then banished me back to my place down on earth
it's only now i realise that the god's of which i spoke
are my friends and my family and ordinary folk.


Details | Rhyme | |

Here's The GOOD News

Here's The GOOD NEWS! I get so tired of hearing about “the latest scandal…” It makes me wonder; “how much can this world handle?” It seems like each day, on the news, it speaks of “another killing…” Are these types of things really a part of “living?” There must be more to life than what we hear on the news… More to life than a cigarette or a bottle of booze… There’s a simple message for us that must be heard… The secret to true living you can find reading God’s word! It reads; “all have sinned and fallen short of God’s glory…” But wait! This isn’t the end of the story! His word also speaks of God’s redeeming grace… This can be found anywhere. And any place… His grace can be found through Christ’ atonement… His love can make you a new person… This very moment! His word also says; “where there was sin… Grace did much more abound!” A brand new life in Christ. Today… Can be found! This GOOD NEWS can transform you by the power of the cross! This is what this world needs… That is dying and lost! Spending time with Jesus is always time well spent! May tomorrow’s news read; “Another sinner has chosen to repent!” By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

To the Faithful Player

To be the last, to finish, to only see ends without beginnings.
Xenocide could not claim you.
Ender did not name you.
Love’s the Card which framed you.
Orson Scott Card.
 
* For Brian's Literary Affairs Contest. Orson Scott Card author of books  Ender's Game 
(1985) and its sequel Speaker for the Dead (1986) both won Hugo and Nebula award winners.


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The other shoe

I wait and hope the other shoe dont drop
I want to trust you but have to stop
You have hurt me mant times before
Why now should I open my hearts doors

I have grown and changed threw the years
Thanks to all the countless tears
I have moved on and found new love to share
So tell me now why should I dare

I want so much to let you in
I want us to be able to be friends
Yet I find myself torn 
And find my heart perched on a thorn

Where you left it years ago broken battered and cold
I want so much your hand to hold
So I ask my beatened heart Can I trust him once more
OR should I never unlock my door

Closed in and wanting to hide
God how I wish I could be by your side
Yet I know if I let my self fall
I will no longer have my brick wall


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JorgeSouthKorea

This is the man that I am

No need for a detective because I have few mysteries

Whatever you don’t find its trapped somewhere inside my mind

I put my life into words for the whole world to read

I hope you enjoy what you see

A South Korean English teacher by night

An avid writer by day

A helpless romantic somewhere in between

The smile and joy from my students is priceless

Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well

I feel that everything in my life is finally going well

From my writings you may find that hard to tell

Sorry I don’t write more fantasies or fables

To convey happy emotions and attract more followers

You are getting my life through my eyes

I don’t have a sweet tooth so I don’t sugarcoat things

I write what I have seen and how it has effected me

My adventures and journeys have been vast

Come with me on this ride

Together we can both be pleasantly surprised

With what I will write

This is the the man that I am



Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com


Details | Rhyme | |

Unholy Land

There's no other love greater,
Than becoming a mother,
And if your life gets burned,
You'll scream at those concerned,
Especially when it was stolen again,
From people who had no write,
An x-husband can be a,
Very sick man,
When he gets a jealous girlfriend,
To help him undermine the x-wife,
To put together a plan,
A murderous sick plan,
To kill the children of the x-wife,
Not only are they nuts,
They have no type of guts,
For they hired people to do,
Their dirty deeds done cheap,
Everything that they did go through with,
Was heading them to jail,
Til a powerful group of people,
Ignored the laws of the land,
And proceeded with their plan,
These people did not know,
They were creating a very sick show,
Of judgement they had no write too,
Done out of a court of law,
Desputed by other people,
That backed up the x-husband,
They've shown really poor judgement,
And put themselves in the boiling pot with them,
For God in heaven never sleeps,
And yes his heart does weep,
For what has been done,
To a small little family,
Of innocenance that never did anything,
Has been trampled upon,
Like it doesn't matter,
For what they all have done,
The murderers run the streets,
And are holding onto the son,
The x-wife got her life shattered,
And to them the only matter,
Is a flimsy excuse,
About being controled out of love,
To be people involved in law,
And never do what's right,
By the child whose life they did take,
Sickens the x-wife and only makes her madder,
Rage is boiling inside,
That she can not hide,
Aganist all of the people,
In this unholy land.


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Getting what you want

There are so many ways to have a baby

a bouncing baby boy or your precious joy of a girl

But there are also too many obstacles that could be in the way

you're a little miracle

no matter what anyone could say

Your mother, the main piece of the puzzle

carries you for months, where you grow

you kick and move

your mommy gets bigger and so do you

your toes and fingers form

while your heart beats loud and muscles flex

you may be a girl or boy

but that doesn't matter

because you have loving parents

that will always have your back and best interest in mind

There could be problems with mom or dad

they could try and try to have you, sweet miracle of life

but look in the face of a negative test

mom cries and dads upset

they see a doctor and run some tests

use some needles with a side of  a petri dishes

they come up with you and put you back

and before you know it

you wonderful thing

nine months and in your mamas wonderful arms with daddy gazing down at you


Details | Epic | |

Happy Birthday, Mom

May 13th is my mother's birthday. I hope she's very excited. Although we have different
point of views and we're the exact opposite, she's still my mom and I love her. Her love
is still the same, even though she's getting old, but no matter. It's the time of the year
when my family members get the chance to wish my loving mother a great happy birthday and
hoping that her birthday goes well as planned. Even if I can't afford to get my mom a
birthday present and/or a birthday card, I'd still be the only one to tell my mom that I
really love her, and always will. I'll still love my mom, even if I get married and have
children of my own in the near future. But even though my mother's birthday only comes
once a year and it ends at midnight, it will have been a birthday everybody, including me,
will never forget. I hope my mother's birthdays go great as planned and I hope she has
some perfect birthdays and regular days for what will be the rest of her life. Happy
birthday, Mom.


Details | Epic | |

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

Shall I compare thee to a hellish hound?
Thou art more lovely but of the same mind.
Rough winds may shake you but you won’t be downed.
As summer divided us, I was blind.


Details | Epic | |

WHY

Why cant I get over what you've done?
Acceptance they say will help, it happened over twenty years ago.

Why did you not think? How your actions and decisions have destroyeed my heart and mind.
You were young and lost, you admit it was wrong.

Why oh why am I LIVING WITH YOUR ACTIONS? I hate it, I hate you yet I loveyou.
The shame and anxiety.  The strangeness of it all.

I am inocent yet why am I doing my own headin?
People ask me about you, I hate answering their questions.

Why did she leave
why did she go
I guess I guess i'll never know.

To see you change so drastically I find the whole think quite gharstly.
Dont tell me how to feel dont tellme im wrong.

The past will stay with me till the day that im gone.
They say the past makes you who you are, it was the shock and the truma.

I know you suffered too yet part off me can never forgivce you.
Im not wrong it's me who suffers night after night.  Remembering the awful things no kid should see, I feel ashamed and embarrassed.

This happened to me and it still lives on inside me.
You were supposed to me my role model
to be their yet you were out with him.

I was so lonely
I became a strange and anxious child.
You never asked how are you feeling it wasa always about you.

Yes you broke up the family and it as tore my heart apart.


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Sam, I am

If I had a secret that I wanted to share with you Dare you open your mind and let my creativity ensue? I don’t build bridges with bricks, I hang them with rope I can generate your fantasies and incubate your hope Open the pages of my mind, reading the fiery words of my heart Enter Pandora’s Box, and the epic journey will start! Follow me down south, through the mirror of liquid glass You’ll feel the calmness take over and watch the fear pass What a wonderful feeling, letting your inhibitions go into the night Now step forward onto the phoenix, as you drift into the light This journey isn’t everlasting, you know that it comes with a price? What? Did you think it was free? wouldn't that have been nice Open your eyes from delusion, and friend you will piece things together My name is Sam, Satan or The devil, that’s how I'll been known as forever! OK, so I tricked you, with my words and devilish charm What were you expecting? I’m frigging Satan dude, my job is sadistic harm! You look at me with those puppy dog eyes, you realise you've lost all of your family ties My head tells me to give you a second chance, double or quits is where my desire lies Do you accept the new twist, on my board game that is your life? I’ll take that hesitant nod as a yes, and commence this game of strife Give me the name of a family member and they can take your place However I will warn you, if you can’t then I win this twisted race No! You scream, and that’s your final answer which I’ll have to take Now I own not only your soul, but your families when they next shall wake He took my hand and promised peace for my sisters and brothers Now I’ve gambled with the devil and he owns my beloved others The deal is now done and a fiery rain begins to fall Burning me down to ash, disintegrating my world and all


Details | Free verse | |

Fishing Worms For My Father

I think I'll go dig up a bucket of worms for the day 
I'll go out back where me and the dog play 

After I am done, 
I will put the worms out of the sun 

And I'll talk to my dad 
To see if any fishing could be had 

For supper we can have fish on our plate


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The American Legend

Soaring high, as the American's eagle pride higher now than ever before once more, elevated nearly every last peak how to mistreat the meek, weak unguided son why can't you offer unrequited love to everyone? oh, lord save me I cannot escape the agents that take hold of me, they surround me... So I levitate up and unbounded seems I've once again found it an escape, from an uneasy paradise This burst explosion A never ending love-peace energy welling up inside me like an underwater atom bomb forever and ever I shall go on accordingly unknown An art recession? let me make a correction this boy's a legend from birth on up banging hard breaking his way through the wall life can sometimes often throw up come crashing hard on the ground I wake knowing the feeling to lose everything except from what I learned from well known legends who made the wings I fly high on


Details | Epic | |

Pain

When I look at you, your like a stranger neither here nor there.
Were supposed to be close.  To share our deepest thoughts.

Yet what you did has shaped my life, what you did has killed me inside the day you left.  The lies the decit the emotional roller coster.

When I look at you it's like were worlds apart.
When I look at you I feel love, yet sorrow.

I look at you sometimes I wish you'd see my pain, to see what you did has a long lasting effect.  Your life choices and style.

You say get over it.
I have and I haven't it's the way Im feeling.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

in hico,texas;

city limits;on 2nd street and elizabeth avenue,near a tire shop,and its where billy 
the kid the out law lived and died;as brushy bill,so sad,yet here stood by those 
very same street names in real life,his last 3rd living descendent, generation gap 
as i guess we could of called it now!he wasnt dead,like all would of like to 
believed or masked;he was my son,mr pj bertrand jr,and me im his mom;norma 
jay bertrand the writer4386/homeless international poet of the usa/07!in reality 
how practical does that sound,but my son at 24 years of age looks more 
idenitical to him every day,its gets kinda spooky!in and out of hico,texas,except 
here he was by the same stop sign holding a white plastic sign with a christian 
quote on that read on wed,oct 26,05 can gods people help this family in 
america;why?we that is i and my family was out on a personal fundraiser walk on 
our own;since we were victims of both hurricanes and had no address physically 
and lived in our suv;that eventually quit.no organizations cared and femur refused 
to aid us;so we did it on our own,headed toward dublin,texas no less;off hw y6 
north west for that one paticular night,it was where no one was giving rides and 
only passing us by;like a real loser we felt inside;in and out of hico,texas,what 
they didnt want to realise;billy the kid wasnt missing he was right there by my 
side on the side of a abandoned house of white stone;resting my shattered knee 
caps due to my bone cancer,on 2nd street and elizabeth avenue i was then 
petting billy the kid who resemblance could kill a real deer that happened by! and 
it could of been seen on the back on a rural map;its where njay wrote this on the 
side of the ditch,if the residents came up and some would be in literal tears 
telling him do you know who you look like;he could only nod yes mam or sir!and 
sigh!believe it!ask the manager of chicken express cafe america;if you think i 
lie;its more than just a word of mouth!i and he was both in and out of hico ,texas 
and thankgod it wasnt in the south;yet no body asked how?nor had the nerve to 
smile or laugh!or saw wowl!his living legacy america!is in actual replica on your 
streets;a remake of the notorious gun slinger of the west in and out of hico,texas 
call me and you can see him more than twice;at 409-679-5423


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A Gravitational Pull

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

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

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

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


Details | ABC | |

When I

When i first met you I never would have imagined that I would have such strong feelings for you.
I never would have thought that I would dream about you
or miss being by your side
or get butterflies when someone mentions your name.
when i first met you i never would have thought
that i would love you.


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A Womans Touch

The gates of hell have been violently open. The world begins to rumble and scatter in fear. Earth’s volcanoes spew magma and ash from its core. The clouds quickly gather as the thunder and lightning signal the wrath to come. Earth’s crust opens its mouth ready to swallow cities and nation’s whole. Suddenly a white and peaceful light emerges from the horizon. This elegant and stunning figure seems not all frightened by all the chaos. She gingerly kisses and hugs the tormented man. All of this madness was inside the man’s mind. The stress and pressure of life almost got to the man. Drugs and alcohol never gave him relief but all it took was a woman’s touch.


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Broken Man

I got lost somewhere between hope and reality. I tired with all my might but things never seemed to go right. I had all my dreams ready but they never came true. I planned to achieve numerous goals but I never could. I had the perfect life planned out in my mind but now I feel as if I just wasted my time.  My best efforts never produced any success. Have I been walking through life wasting all of my breaths? Quitting and surrendering is the obvious choice for me now. Do I continue to fight until I have nothing left? Should I just hold my breath and patiently wait for death? Too broken to die and barely alive to continue. I just wish I had a clue to figure out this mystery called life.


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow Man

Shadow Man

You can move from 
room to room,
House to house,
Or state to state.
 
Wherever you zoom off to,
His shadow will always be
There to haunt you.
 
He wants to touch you,
In a very private way,
How long can you stay?
Away from his icy touch?
 
You can't even 
eat lunch
In a diner,
Without him sitting
In a booth beside you.
 
He's tall and thin
With a long black overcoat
And a dark top hat on.
 
You can't avoid
His eyes,
Because all you
See is black
When you look
At his face,
While he's hovering
Over your bed
Atnight.
 
Don't forget
To turn your
Night light on,
Maybe tonight
You’ll recognize
His face.
 
One thing is 
Sure to happen,
He’ll be sharing
Your space
With you
As soon as
Your head hits
Your lace pillowcase.
 
Let's hope he
Doesn’t reach
Out to trace your
Face with his
Pointy fingernail.
 
 


Details | Epic | |

not my fault

Have some understanding
show some compassion
it's not my fault.

I can't control what others do
so blaming me is wrong

I was'nt trying to fool you
yes I felt scared
yes I felt ashamed
yes it maybe strange

but it is what it is

So go ahead and judge me
this is not about you

I have lived through the pain all my life
judge me for me not for what others have done.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Restless Nights

As the sun descends

For its evening rest

My eyes refuse to comply

They constantly search for the light

Keeping me awake deep into the night

Poems of nonfiction and fiction

Are quickly typed away

My mind well beyond drain

My eyes covet my more light

My body is mysteriously awake

But ready to crash as well

The flood gates of uncertainty

Are unfortunately opened

Random thoughts of darkness

 Surreptitiously creep into my vulnerable mind

Scared to death

I hope this isn’t my last breathe

A romantic tragedy

Playing out in my mind

I beg for sleep

Suddenly I am awake

But when I did I fall asleep

I guess it was

Just another

Restless Night


You can find more of my poems and writings at jorgesouthkorea.com


Details | Epic | |

FOR SUCH A TIME AS THIS: DESTINED FOR GREATNESS

a lot of intrigue, plenty of danger and a little bit of romance
a fatal conspiracy, God's destiny with a touch of bribery and finance
the Bible's book of Esther reads like a modern novel that contains all these things
but the book of Esther never mentions the Lord God by His name
even thougth the Lord God's name is not written
the presence of the Lord is certainly not hidden

King Xerxes of Persia had a feast and was in a drunken stance
when he ordered Queen Vashti to come forth and perform a risque dance
Queen Vashti refused to abide by the King's drunken request
the King was so affronted that he kicked out of the royal nest
King Xerxes was a ruler with a weak constitution
easily swayed by others in his royal conclusions
influenced by his cronies he signed many decrees and unfair laws
to inebriated and unable to see that they were flawed

with Queen Vashti now exiled the King desired to attain a new queen
and that was when a comely Jewish maiden arrived on the scene
her heritage and nationality remained unknown to the monarchy
until the day King Xerxes signed a most horrendous decree
a plot was put into place, its purpose to destroy the Jews
so Queen Esther urged by her Uncle Mordecai knew what she had to do
and despite the fact that her actions would put her life on the line
she saw the hand of God at work and knew that this was now her time

for such a time as this her mission was to be an agent for the Lord
her destiny was to make right a wrong and put all in accord
destined for greatness by following God's holy instructions
destined for greatness to save a nation from total destruction
God is in charge and will use any woman or man
to fulfill His promises according to His master plan
God is sovereign and He's in total control
so give Him all the glory when He defines for you your role

Queen Vashti's removal allowed Queen Esther to be in a place
positioned by the hand of God to provide her people His saving grace
for nothing in life in coincidence, it's all God's destiny
according to His Holy Word that is the prophecy
destined for greatness for such a time as this
the Bible's book of Esther a story that should not be missed


Details | Free verse | |

Can Their

Can their be a heaven while your in my Hell?

Can their be a chorus in waiting through smell?
Can their be a flicker of hesitation amidst the pain?
Can their be any silence lest of course I refrain;
A window with children outside playing a game,

A shoulder to cry out in the pouring rain...
The silence;
Amidst a shadow torn in shutters peak,
Something to taunt though even the weak?

Can their be a host of angels in disguise?
To hide behind the inner pain of falsehood & compromise;
Chased dreams from your hair my pretty child prove the day/
Out of  sadness nestled in the mere fabric of desolation

Provoked to tears will feed all fears divorced for many years.,
In pillage turned to dust,
Can their be gold in them hills
Now whom do you trust?

Can their be an alternative out of heaven & Hell.,
Today, I have a great story to tell,
Out of sadness a slight bitterness;
Shades of pain leading to its demise in torment
Shades of trees polished amidst its brightened decorum
Eternity

Can their be ?


Details | Epic | |

The Family Of Saints, Chapter 2- story

  Chapter 2-The Fate of Saints


During higher studies, in the same subject that his family was remembered for,
Raheem kept close relationship with his father. He used to visit him weekly.
When he comes home the family members would ask about how he was treated.
He would reply about the variety of foods, fruits and love he got from there.
Sheik Habeeb and the others started smelling doubts. They were afraid of
loosing their valuable asset. They held meetings and decided to keep Raheem
to themselves. For this they planned a marriage between Raheem and his blood
related cousin in the same family. But at this age of his youth, he was not
ready. His father too was not interested as the girl was from the family,
which was not good according to their sacred laws. But Raheem had to agree
as it was the family that took care of him. But he made a clause that he will
bring his father for the marriage. And so at this young age he got married.
Even though Reyhan attended the wedding the family was happy as they could
keep Raheem within them. Like every youth hopes for a loving wife, he also
hoped. He tried to be close to her. But her character was extremely strange.
She didn't like any male to come close her. During the initial days Raheem
neglected this but later he even had to use force to take her to bed. He
couldn't adjust and all the family members came to know about this. Raheem
informed his grandfather his problems. Sheik Habeeb and the family members
agreed that it was best that he divorced her as they could no longer live
together. And thus, within the third month of his marriage he was divorced.
But later he came to know that the girl was pregnant. To get out of all
these, he went to a distant learning place.


Details | Rhyme | |

Skinner's Farm

          Weeds deeds tractors and, 
          seeds dirt on hands, mud on jeans.
          Mother nature giving way to this
          farmland my family has made.

         Cattle, pigs grain and, rye 
         wheat, barley I question why?
         Corporate takeovers, governments  
         greed, is ruining our farmlands and,
         the farmers creed to feed the hungry
         families.

         So, what's to come from years of sweat?
         of working ones body almost to death.
         Building a farm from beginning to end
         dawn to dusk never seems to end.

         Family traditions generations gone by
         to be a farmer now one can't survive so,
         throw in the deeds tractors and, seeds
         dirt on hands, mud on jeans, give up trying
         let it be, when it died it took a part of me.


Details | Epic | |

Bond Ne'er Be Broken

Thus, if ever be

A spark of conscious love or un

With will that is truly free

Of parent unto child ‘tween

A bond ne’er shall be broken  

No matter of ‘tis state of weak


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Perfect Love

Perfect Love is what makes a powerful nation
What makes hurt and depression
Fade bleakly away
Perfect Love is what makes jealousy rooth-up
What makes countries' hate
Unfold

They thought a crash - a destruction or two
Of buildings we seemed to need
They thought the killing of our citizen's
Would make us fear them
But they know not our country's Perfect Love
The Love that God has shown
For the opposite of Love isn't Hate, but Fear
And Perfect Love casteth out ALL Fear

Through our Perfect Love - We Stand Tall
And Lift our heads Up
We Rebuild our land and Fight Back
But How?

America chose war
To kill and own the Terrorists' land
To devour the skin that we so shame-
Seems to be the answer and way we so claim

But in the process - We Die
We Kill Ourselves
Slowly, this war turns from Dieing For Heart
To Dieing For Pleasure
Has America lost sight of its own Perfect Love?

You may agree, or disagree, to my opinion
But war shows the weakness of a man's conscience
War shows Fear that the attacker will corrupt
And devour their prey
IF it hadn't, the what would be the point of it
Wasting thousands to millions, maybe even billions, or dollars killing
Killing People we shouldn't, and the waste of Natural Resources of our people?
War means to show that you ain't a punk,
Or ain't as 'weak' or as 'subordinate' to other people as they think
But doesn't Perfect Love show the heart of its people?

What should we do...
I don't know
But the question should be opposed to Perfect Love
The Perfect Love we So claim.


Details | Epic | |

Their Eyes

They are a prize
To encounter or find
When chance gives you their eyes
You can glance at a beautiful mind

They love without care
To any and all
Heart on their sleeves they wear
Bravery never to fall

Their laugh can light
Through a thousand years of pain
Giving hope for those who fight
For happiness and love to gain

Small as they may be
But just as strong
We give the world for them to see
For they’’ strive for what’s right and wrong.

01/19/08
A.B.


Details | Rhyme | |

What you are made up to be

foolish within that shows through the skin, you're hopeless but hoping for the worst for me. I don't care for you, and never will. You will see when you burn in hell, in the future near you'll see that I wasn't the one wrong, so don't try to be sincere. You think it's all about you, when the truth is no one wants anything to do with you. You've already over thought it all, and now you're all alone starring at the wall. I bet you realize now that the pain you feel you caused yourself. Within in all, comes the suffering of withdraw. All the pills that you've swallowed won't save your sorrow.


Details | Rhyme | |

No ones to blame, that your soul is put to shame

I don't understand, how i'm blame to be the biggest sin the world can see. you're little tall tails, you try and make the people believe are all hopeless, just like the heart inside of you beats. i'm breathing like i always do, i'm not gonna miss a single breath over you. when you're the one, that's suppose to be here for me, even when death captures the life of me. sadly, you're mistaken, for the life you've overtaken. the life of a drugged out temptresses is not a life to lead, thats why you aren't my example of the future to me. i don't want to be the one that is always the one to plead, for money, for sex, for looks, oh you're something i've learned to not be from those certain books. you weren't there for me to write, when you were suppose to be, the introduction author about the life of me. the life of me, how interesting can that be? well, i must say, you helped me be able to write about a girl who has been terribly betrayed. where's my mother, the one whose suppose to be like none other? you gave me no one, but myself to look up too.


Details | Free verse | |

Turning Anguish part 1

5/21/11-5/22/11
I rule over the night
undaunted with all my might
I have time to spare all I can bare
Watching the hand chime 
tugging…pushing…shoving
through whirling toil
that feed the spoil
Perplexing strife
refusing to give up 
Power and torment 
 
We are too caught up in our own power
and ruling over each passing moment
each passing night…destroying the twin towers
 
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?

I’m tossed…shifting around with uncontrolled anguish 
Zipping…tripping over rambling bolts
spiraling into a mad house
Don’t enchant your intolerable voice
I see no love dwelling in this household
Do you seek for your power…
you insufferable traitor?

Seeking our upcoming doom
brewing strife in the heap of ruins
brewing strife while we still leave room
to obey and remain under power
You are assuming the worst 
father…mother…
rule over the passing anguish…circling around
stumbling around…not aware 
Hey you! play fair

Behave and stay awhile
before you feed the fire that holds sheer vile
Allow love to not be thrown away
into another pile

I grasp no love engrained 
In our giving garden
that plants ceaseless approval  
Pardon my faults
I was far from comforting sleep

Dread is driven mysteriously 
Through an endless night
Moving on the tracks 
Forming into an alarming train

Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
Who did the labor suitably?

worthwhile father…pleasure-seeking mother
Don’t enchant your intolerable voices
and expect us to listen sensibly 
Demanding us to do labor
and assist our displeased neighbor
Why do you melt the delight away?
Throwing away a flavor of ecstasy
and put us to glove-less labor
without putting our favor and opinion
into the overlooked pile

Burning agony
dries the buried glee
Saved for a grieving moment
Playing like a warped tune… unable to express
solitude that develops in the heart
raped by the ragged uncertainties 
without taking heed of our pleas

These desirable moments
Cherished in the deplorable journey 
They weren’t acknowledged by power
Love in those days were brand new
Do you have a clue?
they were cherished...
Bountiful…
stranded in a deserted past
in merciful beauty…caught under the spell

Where did that come to pass?
Where’s the love?
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?


Details | Epic | |

The value of a partner

(Heartily presented to Prince Charles
especialy on a wedding occasion)

When I met him in the market
He wasn’t feeling very well
Walking very slow and having a cough
When I started my conversation
I found: his heart was still burning
He said,’ what’s your meaning?
Do you need a partner?
I wasted my life for my children
When I was young
I had lost my wife
And never have second, Thought
Perhaps she will not care properly to my children
But in my olden days 
I found it: that was my main mistake
Not to having a partner for me
Why are you agreeing to have one?
When my children was child
I care for them
When they grown up
Never came back to see me
I failed to fight with my loneliness
A person cannot understand 
The value of a partner
It is a matter of understanding?
If a person is not able
To read the feelings of a heart
The beauty has no matter for him.


Details | Ballad | |

I Can't Explain Part 1

Why the warmth in your skin Brightens my world from dim I do not know why I do not know why for only you I'd die I can't explain the kisses from your lips I definitely can identify your familiar grasp around my hips I can't explain why you melt my heart I can't explain to you why it hurts when we're apart I can explain your sight and your seducing baby blue eyes I can't explain why you make me feel safe when you tower over me in size I can truly tell you why you qualify for my love But I can't explain to you why you were sent just for me from above I can feel your arms tight around me I can't explain why for you I trust to help me see I can't explain the butterflies fluttering deep inside And I can't explain why I am the one who can break your pride I can explain the feeling when you touch me I can't explain why only for you I choose to see I can't explain the deep palpitations inside every beat I can't explain why just for you, I chose to reserve a seat I can't explain the short breaths when I see your face But I can pinpoint exactly your lips and the sweet taste I can't explain why you want to be a dad But I also can't explain the random reasons why I get mad I can definitely explain to you the bleeding in my soul But I can't explain to you why my life has taken a toll I can't explain in words why I love you so much All I can say is, "I love you," and such and such I can't explain with all the money in the world why I love you so But here's a bold, "I LOVE YOU," on paper ~ so you know I can't explain to you how somehow I get lost in your eyes But I also can't explain why God randomly granted me this prize I can tell you that I love you ~ I can tell you that I care I can also tell you I need you ~ and I promise I'll be there...


Details | Epic | |

A Seven Letter Word

Forever

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Scrabble 	
Sponsored by: Nancy Jones


Details | Free verse | |

Silent Wars -2-

My screams are void
Throughout the circulation of this solid room
Distracted by the solemn night
Interrupted by blurred groans
Sincere in its integrity 

Drums are beating, 
eating away the deserted sanctuary
Echoes of cruel sounds mix together 
as the wind formulates around an unavoidable night 

Silent wars has awaken from its casket
Rising up to kidnap the faithful and discernment building up in the household
Kidnapping the love
Throwing away sincere awareness

I finally could utter a few questions to you...

Tell me...who wins? 
Who has gone astray...missing forever?

I finally will tell you the distinguished truth 

Frankly, my dear friend, 
No one knows in silent wars


Details | Epic | |

Live above Foeword balance ?3

Living below the low of slow roll
dyeing above the bow in fast sail
failNG front the sow is last paul
baylin flaps the lap si four call
wishin blips the cap tu tres papi
living clips the mam or thee ocho
caving snaps the wig or twig thee
oaring water the dig tu sing fall
winter sings the sun of life agua
cellin beans the lit pa wite bose
giving loves the kit su fite rite
spelin fours the pay if tres paso
quedes ledrs the foe is four tree
living lives the tea of fact free
tuGGin grass the Pep si ever mEEn
loving sings the SEA tu AMOR PaPa
bellow rings the til in THEE NOAN
writin green the man tu Over aGIN
pissin queen the tax me seen meAn
lackin picks the sax ol navy SEaL
cadets craps the SOY IN PLAY FOIL
CLAYIN SAVER THE FAD OF COLD CULR
LOSING BLEAD THE DIX IN CORE COST
FEVERN BLACK THE TIX OF FOUR WALK
LOVING LIVIN THE SEX SI CASE TRES
THININ PINNE THE PAC OF MAID TIES
FEELIN FREED THE LIP ES NADA PIDE
LIVING LYIVE THE CAL OF NORA WISE
PRISMS EVENY THE RAX OF KILO WITE
SLIGHT EYENG THE PAZ TU FOUR GIZE
TELLIN SEOUL THE EXA PU EVER GREW


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Feast of Kings ... ' (or 'Holy Things')

See, The High King
And King of Kings
At The Feast of Kings                                      Eph. 2: 6,  Lu. 22: 30
Are Holy Things …

Holy Blood , Holy Wine
Fruit of Lips, from Holy Vine                            Heb. 13: 15,   John 15: 1
Cup of Love Passed, Blessed Divine                 Lu. 22: 17, 18
Bless Those, Who Thirst, Hunger and Dine        Matt. 5: 6

In Holy Banquet, Break Holy Bread                  Lu.  22: 19
From Which Silver-Sacred-Souls Are Fed
Holy Water, Chalice Poured and Shed               John 4: 14    Heb. 9: 22
Crystal-Clear Sparkles, on Tablets Read …        2 Cor. 3: 3

 Holy Words
Wholly Heard
As Holy Wings Aired
And Holy Hearts Stirred

Pure, Sayings Said
Holy Spirit Led
Where Even Angels, Fear To Tread                       Jude 9,   Rev. 14: 6, 7
‘Cept in Humble-Honor and Holy Dread

… Before The Holiest of Heads
And His Only Begotten-Bred
The Holy-Heir, Ruler, In His Stead                         1 Cor. 15: 24, 25
The Worthy One, Ready, To Be Wed …                  Matt. 9: 14, 15

Seated … At JAH’s Table-Grand                             1 Cor. 10: 21,   Ps. 83: 18
Seated … At God Almighty’s, Right Hand                 Ps. 110: 1,   Acts 7: 56
See, King Jesus, The Holy ‘Son Of Man’                  Rev. 14: 14
Reigning In Heaven and Holy Land

… They Invited The Hungry
And Those, Doing Laundry                                     Rev. 7: 14
Invited, All and Sundry                                          John 3: 16
(So, Don’t Wait ‘til Someday)                                 1 Cor. 7: 29

For There Are Holy Golden-Bowls                            Rev.  15: 7
Holy Raiment, Change of Clothes                            Rev. 7: 9
Holy, Royal Crowns for Those                                 Rev. 4: 10
All, The Holiest Chose …

… to See, The High King
And King of Kings
Yea, At That Feast of Kings
With Holy Harps, They Will Sing                               Rev. 14: 2, 3


Details | Blank verse | |

Goodbye and farewell

How do you do justice
to the moment of good bye?
Cradled in these bosom like hills.
Held and yet free.
Freedom that allowed me.

The beach walks after tough days.
Hard words like grains of sand,
gulped into lungs;
around which pearls grew.
Pearls I now treasure
and give out as wise, love words.

That sea salted air of home
cleansing young and open soul.
The rolling waves of truth washing over me:
me a mortal beheld
and beholden.

In your homes; my friends I knew love.
By candle light the healing balm.
And in your voices true melody:
healing wounds past;
holding wobbling hearts fast.

The warmth of cups of tea,
made with care; a glimpse of eternity
showing a hope,
and lovely humility;
Teaching a young heart;
whispering love into the dark.

Those walks on hill and shore
silenced the voice of "are you sure?"
And the walks to the caverns in me,
knowing that I trod not alone.
Hugs;
suture in the hours of need.
Loving;
cutting between flesh and bone.

When Striding, stumbling and sitting.
When smiling, writhing and weeping.
We were together in love. 
When the tears and blood flowed:
We were one.
How do you do justice
to the moment of goodbye?


Details | Epic | |

Precious

She lit up the room that day at the ball

Shortness of breath & a word at the end of the hall
The door shut tight in a mediocre vault
To pronounce the coming newly elected queen elect
Precious

With adorable eyes & smile
We all knew all the while
In love the foretaste of the devine
Many just want to look good while standing in line

Precious
In the twilight hour when we look deep into her eyes
We can then see a great future
A future filled with both hope & promise
For a much brighter & better tommorrow
Amidst the given sorrow

In fragrant lavender shutter's spent
Illumination
We looked to the sea with the enivatable reality
Vast domains of sheltered pilgrims that bask in the great ambiance of the day

Precious will stay in our hearts alway
Through trial and error precious took steps in life to recapture
A given sense of inner happiness through love & hope
To cherish a red rose in a delicate way

To ever bow the knee by which to pray
Precious & few are the moments we used to share
Yet in the end it was Precious who knew what it was in how she really cared


Details | I do not know? | |

Move on

A feeling of feelings that i cannot understand,
my life and my love, where will it land?
I've fallen down and don't know where i am,
there is something missing and i do give a damn.
I love that something, so very much,
now it's gone, with no sound & no touch.
I try to move on & make a new start,
But how is this done? when they've taken my heart.


Details | Free verse | |

The

As an attempt, in the most philisophical sense.

A line was drawn in the sand yet filtered;
Through its etched silence within hand...

Amidst twilight with adjective faith will break the mends,

It is my hope that someday we will live to understand
~

Through its inner torn desolation marked on its blotted page yet fully intact

In its bitter silence shouts filled with laughter in fits of rage;
The ultimate decision based on the mere notion of commonplace.
Can we ever escape its soul vested trace;
Mark the man who is willing to explore hence the opened door,

An open door through its billows torn chase;

Among its pain a certain intellectualized gain lest I refrain.

To count the cost through its heart felt trade;
The ultimate decision amidst its fray
A cover that was once blown within its sequential way
Broad spectrum as an ellusive figure 
A tree with leaves blowing through its breeze
Some may make their beds while others simply lie in it
Simply put, we either will make or break our covenant
The ultimate desicions within life's means
It's a matter of life or death.

Count the cost

We often will let things fester too long

We trust in self to sing its gloomy song
We each need a tender shoulder to cry yet find none
We often slip away to into its crimesome tide that only blinds some;
We sit in idle turn to its words as if you haven't heard
We each mix viscious words that know it hurts
Yet do we ever count the cost
A given sense of logic torn across
Back alley decisions made in the dark
Having come full circle into its light
The to commonly shift toward its gloom & doom
A fatal lost story of remorse shall seal your tomb
We often get a little frantic in its complacency
We then reflect to look inward toward its choiced resolution
With a solemn word that was once spoken in the dark
Has now come fullest circle into the light
A peril vex sort proned into desolation
Count the cost when all of reason ceases to exist
It's either a hit or a miss?
An inward look at harmony marked on its blotted page intact
To its sequential hidden beast reality
In sore torn displeasure to numb its pain
We then look inward toward its choiced resolution
Was their a word spoken in the dark?
Has now come to the fullest of light
A peril vex proned to desolation!
Count the cost when all of reason ceases to exist
An inward look at harmony
In sore displeasure to numb at the influx of weather
Yet if we reach inside within its ability to hide
Behind the false hidden garb of compromise
Count the cost!


Details | Bio | |

Think

I think to find what I seek, but what I seek is something I can not think of
For what I seek is to serve, serve my country
For when I grow I will change to find the light to the path to serve as a woman soldier and if I shall die I want you to think I died, but I died trying, serving. and saving the lives of the people to bring peace and harmony to the people of my country


Details | Free verse | |

Watching from the sidelines

A dysfunctional family
Always yelling
Fights breaking out
But there can be no telling

The mother sits 
Acts as if nothing is going on
Watches blood spilt on the carpet
But the marriage goes on

The father is in it
Finds a reason to investigate
Shots questions off
And looks like an ape

The eldest has had his turn
Beating upon his brothers
Turned against him and gets into the brawl
Watching his blood spilt on the carpet

The step has his freedom
No blood, groubeatings
Watches from the sidelines
Glad to have his cockiness without anything




The next one down
Has seen his share of fights
No blood for him either
But some unnerving nights

The smallest has understood
But cannot decide what he should do 
Does he go with standing up
Or go with the cockiness too

While the three yearn to yell
They cannot fore he is the only one they have
The mom is so happy and they will not yell
Secrets will come one day to tell the fights they gave


Details | Free verse | |

Family reunion of reality

proof of a holy war brought from hell
look at your t.v
4 families chosen to be made over
brought to the same place
see if they recognise their own family
and the family friend that knows the other 3

upper lower middle class
the different problems along the way
the mole who makes more mistakes
so eventually they realise we are all human

In the back of my mind
I am given this number(666) by lady luck to give away
in the midst of father time's conspiracy to love
told the angel of death is my bodyguard
as the meaning of life loved by the god's i create
worshipped by my own devil
mankind a simple sentence of this life lesson 
to see this in my own reflection
the keys to this hidden in shocking metaphors 
of horrors helping me overcome my fears
is the truth of there being no after life without the door i am
but going through christ to get to me, to mark my words

one day on vacation
the cruise ship of a lifetime
the four families i once knew and don't completely recognise
or perhaps am about to meet
the make over of these celebrities
the family reunion of reality

Apparently through my stolen empire
you are in possesion of
i have been running the show
and it is my turn


Details | Free verse | |

Stepping Downwards

Birds chirping roughly on an avocado tree
I curiously look upwards to see what could that noise be? 
Is it a sparrow or a mockingbird? 
It's plump and it has all shades of brown

I'm stepping upwards next to the spiraling, gnarled tree before me
The chirping has stopped this second
Breaking my imaginative ideas and brewing them to ruins 

I'm stepping downwards
Urging myself to walk towards this memorable maze-like place
Where I could feel the wind caress my face

In a meadow of cherished flowers
Making this my solitude 
To sit on a crooked bench and ponder about my frowning attitude

I hear someone steeping below the wall...the safety cliff 
I seem to stand here all stiff
Hearing all the bafflement of my unreal family 

I walk around, 
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my demises

Struck by fireworks from the cloudless, fashionable sky
Sitting on a scrawny, dirty chair 
Staring at the ancient tree...wondering how life isn't fair 

How could it bear such fruit or vegetable?
It grows firm and ripe 
Without a flaw...without a stripe
Though I feel that I'm too thin

I walk around, 
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my tangled drowsiness 

I must stop stepping downwards 
Into my deep motivations...my charmed desire 
Though its hoarse and cruel to leave this tangling temptations 

I decide about a decade later
That I really need to take a tightening grasp to hold on to the 
stairway's handlebars 

Hold on for a minute...I hear a cricket beneath the cemented ground 
It leaves the wind to make no ruffling sound 

About a decade later, I realize this cycle goes on and on and on and it 
mixes altogether
We need to be brought up together 
As a family and visit my uncle and grandma

I need to make the decision to step upwards
Make an effort to say my last words:

"I love you all! We'll see you both next month!"

I start the cycle all over again in July 

This time,
I won't fail to do my missions 


Details | Ballad | |

' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


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About The Year '72 part 2

As the late shadows began to fall
Off to the tanks to check the ice again
Supper was at 6:00 o’clock and if lucky 
He’d have the chance to warm up and rest for a spell.

The time did come which the children didn’t like
They had to move in with the  teacher 
At school for a week.
It took a county road grader to plow out the roads
In order for us to get the children back home.

This was March when the calving had started
Twenty-four hour days were the rule.
I did the night calving shift
To allow Billy sometime to rest.
Only on emergencies did I give him a call
Up in the morning he’d make the rounds
Checking on new calves or problems
If all was well into breakfast he’d come
Then plow us out and me back in.
If a problem would arrived he’d switch 
The cat for his horse and off they’d go
To bring the cow into the shed 
Where he’d  perform the necessary chore
And safely tuck the calf in to his bed
His horse taken care of 
It was off to the cat, plow the hay sled out
Then to the feeding he’d go and the routine
Would then begin in spite of the snow.

Like I said this was 19 and 72
On July the 4th, I don’t know why
But I walked back into the shelterbelt
Behind the house and much to my surprise
There was a snow drift that had not met it’s demise
The years before and the years after
Had their snows, blizzards and winds
But never before and never after 
Did we have another year like 
Nineteen hundred and seventy two.


Details | Ballade | |

Blood - Brothers

I Hear Drum-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
All Our Homes Are Handed Down by The Highest Spirit
Long-Ago, The Native Peoples of The Land
Knew… The Earth and Us – Go Hand in Hand

I Hear Hoof-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
Its Not The Buffalo or Antelope – Who Grew To Fear It
Its Battles of Braves and Soldiers – Both Grim Reapers
Can’t Forget… We ‘Are’ Our Brother’s Keeper…

         Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood-Bound To Love
         Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

I Heard Hate – Beat Down The Land… Did You Hear It?
Pollution and Persecution… Its Time To Cure It
End Our Journey On The Trail of Tears
With Broken Arrows and Rivers – Running Clear

I Hear Heartbeats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
If You Turn and Face The Wind… You Are Near It
It Pounds Deeper Than The Skin, Or A Flood
It Echoes To All …  Its In Our Blood !

        Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood – Bound To Love
        Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters Of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

              * * * * *
The Eagle Flies On The Breath Of Life
         And So Do You
May The Blue Sky And Your Clear Eye
         See Many More Moons

Keepers Of The Earth… Guard This Turf
        And Each Other
For Every Human Birth… Has Worth
         As A Blood – Brother

For Those Killed and Blood Spilled
         The Ground Cries
Soaks The Dust… And Curses Us
         When A Brother Dies…

          Blood – Brother …


Details | Rhyme | |

Taking Pictures in the Rain

Would I look insane
If I took pictures in the rain?
My face would be…sponging wet 
My camera would be slippery I bet

Would I be in danger
If I took photos of a passerby and a stranger?
My reputation would probably be out of shape
My own skin would turn a odd shade…just like the clouds—covered by a foggy cape

It would be a whole new adventure
If I drive that damp road of cement…what would occur?
My uncertainty leads to a mysterious freeway…we are all along for the ride
We’ll still be together like some married couple—well, I’ll always stay by their side

Would we be in danger
If I took photos of this horrifying recollection?
Will it drive my dad to anger?
My safety is hanging on its last seat belt; I’ll never forget this risky exploration

Would I be the one to blame
If I took pictures of the rain’s appalling flame? 
My face is showered with bogging rain and blurred fog
My curiosity increases the rainstorm and I flash the driver to create a direction’s clog


Details | Epic | |

The Vent Part 3

I feel like I'm adopted,
My mind saying Mario stop this.
I look in the mirror yelling where did I got this?
Green eyes, tall, and light skin.
Dad has black eyes, dark skin, and not even five-ten.
I feel like the odd ball,
I feel like nobody loves me at all.
I'm happier at a Friend's,
Then with the family in the weekends.
In are family pictures,
People always asking who is the kid with the white features.
I feel more closer to the preacher.
He showed me some ways and scripture.
When I messed up,
He was there being a great teacher.
I feel like nobody gets me
And sometimes they are my enemies.
I feel like the wrong fruit on this family tree.
I feel like leaving is the key-Mario Perez

.


Details | Free verse | |

Turning Anguish part 2

Missing a remarkable meaning in my life
I’m the woeful sacrifice
play me as the dice
on the solid table
and roll me and speak of a fable
don’t toss me 
like a valueless toy
brushing…echoing harsh envy
Heed to our last plea 

You’ll face dire rage 
giving no mercy to your desire
Are you aware you fed my wrath?

Mercy-filled bliss
don’t exist in this pile of vile
father…mother
Don’t bother to trace our passing ease
that we dearly missed

What could brew these ruins to love?
Disbelief covers my once kind heart 
conquered by avarice
Unforgettable doom,
has been written on our tombs,
sending us a last kiss of unmoved death
Giving us futility…
Leaving us without a breath

Behave and deal with
frightening bolts that dare
break us apart
and turn it to denied anguish

Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
We all do our part in it
That’s the troubling truth
Toil cheers up the spoil
What could we do
to get us ahead of
Power?
stricken in toil
Separate the spoil 
that crumbles away like foil

Give us little power
and lift up the broken twin towers
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love

The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
Your sun will shun out strife
and be a kit to fix up concealed love
and fill us with
harmless love 


Details | Lyric | |

O Calliope

Will you help me find the words Oh Calliope I need a muse, something to inspire Oh Calliope Find the words to enchant Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope You're all really need Oh Calliope The words I write Tainted by your touch Oh Calliope You are not to know What will become of thee Oh Calliope You are my heart You are my soul You’re all I used to be So whisper to me Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire, So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope I could always need you Something I can always use so go on enchant me oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me enchanting me oh Calliope


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

Homeless: It's not a dirty word

One Sunday at church a young lady sat down in the pew in front of me.
She seemed distressed and in despair. 
After the service, I asked her what was wrong, 
but she would not answer and just kept crying. 
A member of the congregation informed me
that she saw her sleeping in the balcony the previous Sunday.
Immediately I knew that she was probably homeless 
and  was too ashamed to talk about It.  
Eventually I called over some of the ministers in the church, 
they got her to talk and then we all laid hands on her and prayed. 
The Deacon in our church who was in charge of missions got her some help.

I have lived in NYC all of my life and I've seen my share of homeless people.
Some choose to live that way, either because of mental defect
or out of rebelliousness.
Yet others had no choice.
A fire left them without a place to live.
A spouse abandoned their family 
and the remaining spouse could no longer bear
the financial burden alone.
A young girl got pregnant and her parents
kicked her out.
A major hike in the rent
and people can no longer afford the monthly burden.
A death, a long term illness, fixed incomes.
There are so many things that can, could 
and may happen to anyone of us 
and we could be homeless tomorrow.
But for the grace of God, there goeth thou.

Homeless is not a dirty word
so don't look down on those
who live in parks, alley ways, subways, 
bus stations or city-owned shelters.

Homeless is not a dirty word
so don't judge others 
until you've walked in their shoes.

Homeless is not a dirty word
there are people in this world 
who do not have friends or family to help them.

Homeless is not a dirty word
It's just a reality.



Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Heroes In Deeds

Being righteous simply is not enough
Living Lords command and not living in sin
It takes much more than that to win
You see your soul still remains in hot stuff 

Asking, what more than does a soul need?
Feeding upon what kind of thoughts
Signifies the casting of death’s or life’s lots
Living in our Lords name requires charity in deeds

Those who live a life similar to that of Nero
Turning away from all that you know that is not right
All who fail to remain determined and forthright
Know that at the end He will not define you as Hero


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Good Advice

the joy of coming together again
is put to the test when the rest 
of the world decides
that this match is impossible
family and friends are concerned again
that all he'll do is break your heart
they say it's time you spread apart
you think it through
you let the influence of others
rock your mind
then you think of his eyes 
how he's always kind
you realize you can make his heart break
by walking out the door
you don't need them anymore
those others who influence pain
and drain the life out of you
it's time they remember that
your life is worth living and it's
nothing but good advice 
that they should be giving


Details | Free verse | |

Woods and Trees

In late Spring when heros scream

A source of sophistication from faint misery
Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind
With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside
Woods in growing habitation & silence

Woods in distant pathways derived from a slight bite in solace

After a warm fire woods will then stand tall amidst uncertainty
Is is where one could often sport for game
Hunters in woods will drive you totally insane in brain
In extreme situations the wood can be an untimely climatic disaster to fathom

Woods

In significant direct correlation through storms in danger arms wide opened
Woods can create a swift barrier of thoughtful change,
A romantic encounter by which the lover shall stray
Is there any other mental nor mere philisophical way

Nature lies dormant amidst its beckoning call
With a swift viable pulse derived after the fall
Transformed by silence of thought provoked listening elm & pine
Created in enriched diplomacy from God by his great design

God again speaks through me from the sound of a wolf intact

He completes his journey through stregnth by which to resist
Woods
We scenic scope in vast briars taunt
In vegetation swine with sukken asps which haunt

Vanquished moss covered up in grey filtered steam

An approaching visible light to follow a dream
A captivated look into the woods
Engulfed in moss green briars torn asunder
Trees fallen in decorated colors

In the dead of Winter leaves tumble to the ground

With mice and men walking alone
On a crooked path filled with rocks & twigs
Such as a bushel filled with acorns & figs
Within desolation there crys a fever pitch
Trees in silence
Trees in a ditch
Silence in thought provoking beckoning call
A combersom message that negates a stall
With a figure of speech twisted in a dream turned nightmare
Why should we even bother or for that matter really care
Trees in a Bob Ross brightened country portrait sway feel
Trees can define sullen wounds that sometime bind
Make good use of your time within sullen asps which chime
Throughout its darkened portal without having restraint
Trees can exhibit a dire need to express
With just a little love and a whole lot of tenderness
Meditation through barbed wire fences filled up in tears
Absorbed in concrete fenders filled in ellaborate decorum cheers
Switching full gears from sullen tears to that of darkened fears.


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Filipino roots

What reminds me always of my own identity 
being born in the Philippines, a poor nation;
faith and history that nurture my thinking,
their colossal meaning shows how I am doing.

  Perhaps an upbringing in my own family culture
  can add a vital implication in my behavior
  yes, it’s pretty evident as I keep going
  with my own certainty in language articulation.

Our constant struggles, miseries and beliefs
provide a perspective that comes with faith;
it’s a way to get plunged into the mainstream
that life in the Philippines has shaped my whole being.

  Major hurdles as reflected in various situations,
  the core truth of being subject to wrestle with life,
  along with the fullness of time and the so-called ‘leb’ 
  a challenge, indeed; the incarnation of my interior sense.

It is an awareness that poverty in most parts of the country
makes me realize that something has to be done so far,
it’s a person’s longing to achieve that goal of going elsewhere
like in the States, UK, Australia, Hong Kong or Malaysia.

  That quest for greener pastures and other human aspirations
  employment takes the centerpiece as a redeeming treasure;
  like a “chiaroscuro”  in the haven of human acquisition
  where hope begets hope and where faith begets faith.

Well, seeing the reality of my own people’s struggles
I cannot help but be responsive to what they long for;;
a call from within drawn across the cry of the poor,
my own people, my sibling souls in the right direction.

  I’ve developed that attitude of love and compassion
  especially to those who’re eclipsed by epic proportion
  in their search for peace, justice and Christian thought
  with their roots plunged into the depth where we are.


Details | I do not know? | |

High School Pretense

Write an epic of who you are
Tell me how you're feeling
Play it through this music phase
Just a phase
Just a hobby
Better you have to be better
It's all so superficial
What does it matter
When it's all gonna go away in the end
It's gonna graduate and
They'll give it to you
Like a diploma
You can hang it on your wall 
Second best
Because there's always someone better. 
Live it like your life
Think of nothing else 
but then it goes away
and really you've accomplished nothing
but a couple of petty memories
and a useless outdated skill.


Details | Cowboy | |

JAKE

 He was just a stove-up old cowboy, 
Who only drank to ease the pain, 
And he really didn’t need it, 
Except when it was cold or gonna’ rain. 

He’d spent his life bull-ridin’ , 
Until he had that wreck, 
The bull threw him high, he came down hard, 
And busted his legs all to heck. 

He’d been my Daddy’s best friend,  
Up until the day my Daddy died, 
They rodeo’ed together, 
At the funeral, he cried. 

I’d see him every now and again, 
At one or another rodeo, 
He always had kind words for me, 
Acted like he hated to see me go. 

He gave me my first pony, 
And a saddle with a dally horn, 
They say he drove my  Mamma to town, 
The icy night that I was born. 

I heard he’d talk about me, 
And only had good things to say, 
He never told me to my face, 
But I knew that was just his way. 

It came as a surprise to me, 
When I heard that he was dead, 
I couldn’t forget the last time I saw him, 
Or the last thing he ever said... 

“I wish you’d been my own son, 
I’m proud to know ya’ as a man, 
I wanted to say ‘I love ya’, 
While I’m sober, and I can.” 

Then he turned and strode off, 
And his back seemed straight and strong, 
I’m not real sure, but I’d have sworn 
That limp of his was gone. 

So, on those nights when I’m alone,  
And hurt gets in my way, 
I think of him and the guts it took, 
To say what he had to say. 

And now, when I see an old Cowboy, 
A little drunk and broken down, 
I stop and listen to the stories he tells, 
‘Cause I know he’s been around. 

And Somewhere, Jake is bull-ridin’, 
Hittin’ in the eighties on every ride, 
Young , and Free, and Wild again, 
In that place, called The Other Side. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

fourth of july

forth of july

 celebrating our freedom
a flag on every door
many give their lives
for a dream worth fighting for

people  come together
hot dogs and bar be que
pools  and music
parade bands marching to

some fill with laughter
some with pride they cry
to all americans
happy fourth of july

this great land of liberty
stands for hope  for all
and to  preserve  our freedom 
some many of our soldiers have fall

the flight of the eagle
the symbol of our strength
the star spangled banner
will always fly at full length

to carol in oklahoma
and sara  in utah to
to my family in staten island
happy fourth of july to you

to sherry and her family in texas
enjoy your pool party  barbecue
to all the ishmaels in america
and my cousins in washington to

to the city of new york
and the smallest town wyoming
to the state of california
the fireworks begin

god bless this nation
and for that it stands for
pledge my heart and soul to you
now and forever more 

and to my friend around the world
hope to see you one day under the american sky
we will have so much fun
celebrating the fourth of july

to my new family on poetry soup
thank you for being so kind to me
a very happy fourth of july
to you and your family


Details | Ballad | |

Marie I-- Covenant To Thee

We're at the seasons' end I won't suffice to their Judgement for We can overcome I'm sorry I couldnt always be what you wanted me to be, My dear Marie But this is my covenant to thee We were born from the same flame you and I Without a shame we can discard the pain compared to our love it is just disdain The passion can not fly away My dear sweet marie This is my covenant to thee You're my escape when i need flee to The other side of the sea My single belief, my dear marie The passion of you and me flies away With the keeper of the bees Nightingales sleep and dream of our Starcossed beams, my sweet marie, It was meant to be This is my covenant to thee


Details | Free verse | |

Four: Decoded

The water wakes that the water makes transforms me into odder shapes other times I turn to brine for sour grapes make the sweetest wine and to all my children, I shall be your villain if the purpose shall arise through my empty thoughts in that empty space, is what I seek in the compromise with the beauty of life endangered, far more after Mother, where is the lady? who cradled me as a baby? whose earthly nature sure bred creation into this creature I came to be when I am lost, or I cannot see I can always rely on me Proud as the man I am I love who I become for I am growing more rapidly that ever thought by anyone I love most the parts, I keep to me for that are what saved me those days, Now I am all that I am the savior of self made Some people call me crazy some people still call my old name some people are calling me a falling angel until one day, that is all left, I am then I shall be unbounded for the better or the worse but know for certain that upon arrival my act shall be well rehearsed.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Moon

                  The Moon 

 When I look up to the face on the moon, I wonder and hope your thinking of me too. 
I miss you with all my heart. 
I hope you miss me too. 
Nathaniel means your a gift from god, well in my heart your a gift from the moon. 
Shining down upon my night to light it up when it's black. 
Beaming down to the ground as i stand there in the dewy field. 
You never steer my wrong, you never take me to a wrong path, and your sweet love takes me through all that is thrown at me. 
The moon is what I stair at every night. 
Thinking and hoping you will still shine your light on me. 
Nathaniel I love you and someday hope to do half of what you've done for me. 


Details | Rhyme | |

What Comes Around Goes Around

Stitches and scars will always go away But what you did intentionally will forever stay The words you spoke to hurt my pride didn't hurt my pride but burned me inside The weapons you held to input fear All they did was make me cry tear after tear The thousands of times you raised your hand Were always when you were sober, or drunk on demand The words you swore you'd never say Sometimes haunt my every day The anger inside comes out every once in a while Never again to you will I make a real smile My family members you cursed all the time Will go on living every day to shine You wasted all your energy on a family that can't be broken Because of the hurt you've demonstrated and words you've spoken We were there when you needed us the most And for hurting us you brag and boast But your the one who suffered the most So do us all a favor, and move back up the coast You used us and you got it all But now you come back to us when you fall...


Details | Free verse | |

Last Dayz

Wha could i say livin i these last in dayz,
I feel like i seen it all i'm no longer amaze ,
This situations tragic, 
Magic Johnson  must of knew magic,
Cause he ain't got  A.I.D.S
And i know he had it, 
And the cghick that passed it still takes a tablet,
So know i walk lke this is my last day on the planet,
 I write like these are  my last words,
The last of What i draw for the Cameras,
Now you can se mind,
S H I NE S,
The more i write the more bright,
The more you listen,
The closer the closer you getting,
 To words that you say in the wind,
Feel them  like sun rays on you skin,
Yoou mind as well bask in it,
 This might be the last of it,
Cause the sun's done,
The went out with the trash,,
thatsa how it is for living in famine
The sun aint shinning, 
There water fallng out sky,
Oh no thats water in my Eye, 
Im crying, trying to stop they  ^ss from dying, 
Save they ^ss from frying, 
I told em keep putting that work in,
Never stop trying,
Even though somtimes you feel like breaking downand crying,
Just like an orphan thanking G o d they wasnt aborted keep walking


Details | Narrative | |

II. Father Jones

The passage was dark and damp
over a month locked inside a cell under the sea somewhere
but when Father Jones planted his feet back on solid ground
and saw the Statue of Liberty rising like a green mountain into the gray sky
he knew he had found his country. The free life was not always so easy,
and he had to work for his milk & honey. After he took 
a bayonet through the lung in Germany, he settled down to turn cogs
in a Pittsburg factory, but knew it was all worth it when he laid eyes on
Mother Jones. Their sons became salesmen, and the youngest 
married a Dutch girl, who adopted my father, who met my mother
studying at Vanderbilt, the Harvard of the south.


Details | Free verse | |

Grasshopper

A lonely grasshopper

Although the contemplative may disagree,

In late Autumn when leaves change
A scented shade of pine pale torn brown;
Within happiness shift change to sadness...
Amidst the gait of timely hue

A brash circumstance to fully cooperate

Having no given sense of forbidden solace to relate;
In full view of its silence;
A lonely grasshopper reacts
Within myraid currency for distant fervor in restoration,

Now tired from its journey rests & waits;

In full view of solace by which to delegate....


Although in time stregnth comes in numbers stealling thunder

Amidst a surprising fall in compromise thought;

A long line of twisted ambers falling asunder
The firm swift call in delegation mixed with thorns;
In a wooden chamber created within its waiting sphere,
An illusion filled wit silent heavy members drew near,

With pulsating madness running through my brain 

A bridge of hope to guide then suddenly elapsed in fear;
I shed a single tear for want to draw near,
In swift desolation a rest on a sofa
Silence...

Suddenly in full view the butterfly arise

Emerging in figures of candles with triumph from its cacoon;
In colors of lavender in mesh slight red with blue,
It radiates a slight quiver in my head;
At first frost the elimination of its timely plight,

The cue for silence as we follow its light,

To the natural man their is always a different way by which to understand,

That destination which always seems right;
With its elimination of truth,
One is completeley forced to live by sight!
In time, a lonely grasshopper is then eager,

A search for order amidst its fire;

The yearning quiver of its timely desire
With thorns fully grown in the place of fear
A soul twisted in vice can ultimately still draw near
The lonely grasshopper still embraced its life's journey after all!


Details | Epic | |

My Family Album: The Bible

many people refuse to simply believe or understand 
that we're all descendents from Africa, the Motherland
for anyone to have lived at all in that tropical clime
their skin color would have darken over a period of time
the rivers in the garden of Eden many have tried to claim
are not the same rivers in Africa despite having the same names
it's been proven scientifically and DNA does not lie
that every human being can be traced back to an African tribe
the original man, the first human beings 
but that is not what the world wants to be gleaning
it's has been substantiated and proven as a fact
that Adam and Eve were individuals whose skin color was black
take for instance the word Ham, it was the name of Noah's son
and when translated into English it mean black, sunburnt or overdone
Herodutus, the Greek historian and Dr. Hirshfield, a researcher have found
that no human being could exist in that region without their skin color being brown

yes, the Bible is my history, the family album of Black men
our lasting and living legacy from the beginning to the very end
Cush means Ethiopia, Mizram for Egypt and Cannan, the father of Israel
yet those are the very names of Ham's sons 
and from them great nations have prevailed
so if Ham was black, his sons are black and that makes them my family
my distant relatives, my ancestors, my historical legacy
and from them came great nations of mighty rulers, kings and queens
Egypt's Tutenkhamen, Nefertitti, Amnehotep and Amen
King Menelick, King Kashta, Queen Amanitore and Queen Candace too
were rulers of the Ethiopian Empire whose skin color was a dark black hue
so the next time I open my Bible about my relatives I will see
for the Bible is my history that was passed down through my family




Details | Rhyme | |

The Story of Abram And Lot

From the Bible, there’s a lesson to be taught: The story of Abram and his nephew Lot. Their herdsman argued. To separate they did choose. But Lot was the one who really did lose. He chose the city of Sodom— filled with wickedness and sin. Grieving the heart of God once again. To live in this city was his choice—his own fault. It was his wife that turned into a pillar of salt. He later sinned with his two daughters whom each had a boy. But it was Lot who was robbed of a Godly joy. Please watch where you go and what you say. You’re to represent Christ every day! Evil company corrupts good morals— your spiritual life will rot. Ending up in compromise— as did Lot! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Epic | |

A love that will not let me go

Pain...Torn,

Circumstances;
The walk on a path to shed a tear to numb the pain
A desolation sets in the brain let I shall refrain,
Words chosen in the fragments of my mind...

Sheltered by the fear of prison doors
Lest I emplore another chosen rhyme;
To shine a light on make believe,
Eyes with spots chosen doom in gloom

To weather the storm in the plausible norm;
Subside with vile degrading tears in the eyes,
A shelter to cry beneath the pavement fair
Beyond approach till one can compare;

I treasured a rose that was plucked some time ago,
French braid in hair yet none the worse for wear,
A vile of dust chosen influence with tears,
Shaped as the river Nile still we knew all the great while

The smile from the lonesome child
In the call of the wild;
Breath of fresh air to compare a shoulder to cry,
My final sigh as time slowly passes me by


Details | Free verse | |

A Story of War

my grandpa was an ex-KAR soldier 
that was before he died
he fought in WW2 as a teenager
but the so called hero
by the ones who wrote our history
was not able to build himself a house
a story of war
must a soldier fight for what's not his?
put in a course he cannot alter?


Details | Epic | |

Grandma

You died
I cried
we laughed
we cried
you would talk
I would always listen
I learned a lot from you
we will always miss you
we had good talks
I always like to walk with you
we will always love and miss you
grandma.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Nation NEEDS God

I believe we’re living in…
 What many call “an x-rated society…”
The “pleasures of life” come in quite a variety!

Just about anything someone wants,
 comes with “a push of the button.”
But when it comes to anything of God…
  “He ain’t nothin.’!”

Where we will be tomorrow… 
 No one seems to know.
As many seek “fulfillment” for their ”empty” soul…

What’s right or wrong…  Has been 
“turned upside-down.”
While the tide of wickedness
 reaches every city and town…

While so many minds seem to be filled with 
this world’s pollution…
People are looking for answers…  And a solution!

Our hope and faith certainly doesn’t
 lay in our possessions.
Nor in our dark secrets, and “secret obsessions…”

To those of you who perhaps, are waiting
 for a “government bailout…”
Let me tell you what the true meaning
 of living is all about…

Jesus is our security!  100% guaranteed life
 and health insurance!
It’s only in him, we can have a “blessed assurance!”

Only he has the power to rescue us
 from the horrible mess we’re in!
And it’s only in him…  Where true freedom begins!

He gives a true definition to what we call 
“The American dream…”
He alone is our foundation.  The truth.  
Our everything!

May the words; “In God we trust” 
apply in everything we do!
Let these words be woven into 
the great “red white and blue…”

As the good news of Jesus Christ
 is shouted loud and clear…
The “darkness” across our land will 
soon disappear!

By Jim Pemberton 03/07/10









Details | I do not know? | |

Devoured

She is yellow tonight, grinning 
as she reflects the day. Her breath 
Splashes against me, needles of silver 
Inject my skin. Casting shadows and trapping thought, 
in punctured sails. 
Petals dissolve; gather as pulp at the base 
Of my heart. Burgundy lines solid flesh. 
Empty beats crackle and echo through 
my hollow bones. Chalk that spends itself 
in continual lines. 
Thought, in tatters hanging from my brain, 
Is dry. Scorched by the flickering tongue 
Of the sun. Flames that fed on the fertile 
Fabric, spun from raw emotion. 
Devoured the spark, 
halted production.


Details | Epic | |

CHRISTMAS MOURN

The cry's rang out all through the night.
In Moweaquas' town of sorrow.
On Christmas Eve 1932 took the joy of their tomorrows.
Pressure dropped, gas escaped, carbide hats ignited.
Their valiant search was all in vain. In prayer and hope united.
54 coal miners died that day. Fathers, sons, and brothers.
My grandpa Dowd was one of them.
Leaving five kids and my grandmother.
Ending the era of carbide lighted hats in all U.S. coal mines.
A heavy price they had to pay.  The rules weren't changed in time.
Mining ceased in that little town. None left to work or labor.
A monument placed with all names traced.
CHRISTMAS MOURN remembered forever!


Details | Classicism | |

I Love You!

I love you and know:
More strong than before
Is a feeling of love
We are waiting for
In the fresh, green delight
Of free heaven!
And free flight!
It is here - all right,
In the life now is a sunrise
And new summer light morning,
I miss, spring was very warm
When we kiss,
Where we are always young
In the hot and green,
Love will always win,
To the summer dreams
Fly high
On the blue, yellow and gold
Of the spring-autumn
Wings of the sky,
Music is a language
Of our free souls and words,
My dear baby!
It's a very beautiful morning
Now but cold - and I think
That I always know how
To play - all this world
As one of the lovely and
Pretty days of golden evening -
Was the really live music, yes!
And very excellent concert
Even don't know how
But was great mess,
And I pray and think about
All things that we miss,
Our love will never die, let
Kiss, my darling baby!
Let always have a lot of warm
Air and strong light
For our rose, please, stay
Now here, don't say good bye,
Let compose! It's a great
Delight - new song to compose
For our rose, my dear baby...


Details | Cowboy | |

MUSTANGS

     I went to work for him that year,
early on, in the fall, 
It was my job to help feed, 
water, and clean the stalls. 
  
    The quarter horses that he raised, 
were among the finest to be seen. 
Then there were the mustangs, 
rough and rank and mean. 
  
    From time to time, the mustangs, 
would somehow make an escape, 
No matter how carefully it was chained, 
they seemed to be able to open the gate. 

     Then we’d saddle-up and chase ‘em, 
and push ‘em back to the pens, 
When it came to the mustangs, 
trouble knew no end. 

     He never really answered, 
when I asked him why, 
He kept these three, who were dangerous, 
with such wildness in their eyes. 

     Once, he said,”They’re the last of our kind, 
a rare and special breed, 
Spirits, not of this earth, 
waiting to be freed.” 

     This didn’t help me understand, 
the mustangs or this man, 
Who seemed to keep them at all costs, 
though they didn’t wear his brand. 

     Then, one day as we fed, I saw him...
as He took loose the chain... 
Softly, he said, “Come with me”, 
and we walked to the truck in the rain. 

     We rode the truck to the hill, 
where we could see for miles. 
Motioning to the tailgate, he bade me sit, 
and gave me a knowing smile. 

     Below, the mustangs had finished their feed, 
and, as if they had good sense, 
They began their morning journey, 
around their pasture, checking fence. 

     When they came to the gate, 
for a moment, they did pause, 
And gave a glance towards the hill, 
as if they knew the cause. 

     I will remember the next few moments, 
Forever, they are etched into my mind, 
And the emotion I felt, as we sat in silence, 
never again, shall I find. 

     We watched them bolt from the gate, 
Running for all they were worth, 
All four feet up off the ground, 
Flying, between Heaven and Earth. 

     The explanation that he gave, 
he didn’t have to give. 
But, his words ring in my memory, 
all the days, that I live. 
  
    He said, “I let them go sometimes, 
so I can remember, when I see, 
What it’s like to break loose, 
and truly, be Free. 

     For awhile I’m allowed, by Grace of God, 
to be a part of wondrous, unseen forces... 
And that, my fine young friend, 
is why I keep wild horses." 


Details | Epic | |

About The Year '72 Part 1

About the year '72
I mean nineteen hundred and '72
It's a year we'll not forget
The snow began October 1st
Day after day there was more and to make it worse
The winds were fierce, The snow did move 
Covering up any and everything in it way
Billy would plow us out 
As I'd take the kids to school,
Wait for me and plow me back in was the rule.
He'd then be free to begin his feeding chores
He had a cleat tractor, (I called it a cat)
Which he used to dig out the hay stacks and feed with
He’d cable the stack onto the hay sled
And head for the pastures where the cattle were fed
He’d put it in low gear and climb aboard the stack of hay
And pitch it to the eager critters along the way
Pasture after pasture, herd after herd
Until a stack and a half had been fed.
He’d park the rig.  
In his pickup were the tools to break the ice in the tanks
Usually an axe and the pitch fork it’d take
He’d chop up the ice and pitch it out of the tank
Giving the cattle fresh water to drink
Twice and sometime three a day
To make sure the water would help wash down the hay
This accomplished he’s scatter mineral cubes
To ensure the health of his herd.
Then and only then would he come into dinner
And a chance to get warm before he went out again
The remainder of the day was spent 
Digging out hay for the next days feed.
Which usually had to be dug out again the next morn.
Chopping more ice to clear the water supply.
When time came to get the kids he’d drop all 
And plow me out and plow us back in
When we were home safe he’d be off to the shop
To work on equipment that was in need of repair 
To be ready to go to work the next day


Details | I do not know? | |

Judas Christ

Im not sure what i did to you
what i've been blaickmailed for
under the rug we swept the page we tore out
dance around what it told us to do
its your gold to figure out
this time, your pain, of the sin for being the creator
did it to myself
pointing out the abuse of my father
whipped and chained
crucified
no enemies
confusion of salvation
weapon for a messneger
for those who choose to hear it
the tower of babel fell
what if we were all wrong together
back to the basics of how i did this to myself

My father gone crazy
scared of mirrors
his own reflection
another gopher hole to remind him
of what you are
remove the blind fold
and see all my scars
never should have trusted you strangers
fictitious lies
graves of danger
holes to dig
in plots to fall into
wrap myself around the obvious to turn this loose

forgive and forget
i forget all the time
the leash on my neck
i dont forgive
choke at the tears i dont understand
fallen from my throne in the clouds
i didnt deserve
into your nightmare
to live a lie
called your perfect life
and who arwe you mad at
judas or christ for saving you from crucifiction
for the crime of the century
where the finger of your god gone awry
realising his mistake of his image altered
has come with an obvious omen to translate
and photoshop you into restrictions, consequences,
ways you werent supposed to bend

judas christ
the only face left to blame
the truth of the game your playing,
three moves ahead opf the game
me in check mate versus a world not playing fair
creating your god, to be the sin, to live your nightmare
way out of hand...

stuck in this corner
without a hand
opiates for mary jane
and nobody complains
fear farmers and desperation
eyes of the shamed
necisary contradictions
to pull you out of the deepend
swimming towards the sharks we keep at bay

what do you think he did to you?
those who walk around carrying a grudge?
lied? died? never ran away leaving you with the bag in a previous life?
or saved a future generation from a future of nightmares
only he could save us from
unravelling now
never to be forgotten

hail to your mercy
which i dont see exist
hail to your truth of who did it
hail to your emptiness
i am forgiven,
welcomed to the family
treasured as the brother
i am judas 
judas christ

so knock it off with this kane and abel blitz


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Those were the Hard Times


To have lived back when this country was new,
A very hard time, but they did what they had to do.
The government gave land grants, but they had to improve what they were given,
And just like today they had slackers and they had those who were driven.

Much of the country was raw and wild and had to be tamed,
With courage and the willingness to use their guns, that's how the wild west was named.
Outlaws and Indians, and then the real threat were the bears and lions,
And bad water or no water and snakes of every size and kind.

But they had hope and determination and the will that only God can instill,
They wanted a better life for themselves and their families and this was their only deal.
Everybody pulled their own weight even the young worked back then,
There was just so much to do and it seemed like so little time to do it in.

But out of these hard times came a breed of men like none since,
With courage and kinship, always willing to come to a neighbors defense.
Helping each other through hard times was the only help these courageous people had,
Having it rough was a way of life, they never looked on it as being bad.

No electricity, no running water, no inside plumbing, how could they survive?
They had intestinal fortitude, they didn't know they were being deprived.
They took each day as it came and did the best that they could,
Just thankful for what they had and considered each day alive to be good.


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America's Freedom Call!

Terrorist's hide behind many a foreign
wall,Ignoring America's Freedom like call!
These military Americans are giving up
many a life,Sometimes leaving behind
children and a wife! Tears,as glistened
down moistened cheeks,that are red,
For loved one's sacrificed,unselfish are
dead!Red,white,and blue,are draped on
silent,somber coffins,For there are many
saddened empty hearts,followed as oftened!
Families,are encased in the abuses of war,
Families,are trapped with memories of
heart-aches,so sore!Rebuilding and peace
should be in store,Hopefully negating this
horrible war!This demon like death,spread
out in Iraq,Should not have to keep
America and their allies,on the defensive
attack!


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Untitled #268 / Victory

I cannot concentrate on Calculus.
For while my friends are finding derivatives,
I dream of a young girl,
an angel with a dirty face,
her mother raped, her father disappeared
into the desert like a dying sandstorm
her brother, C-4 explosives strapped to his chest,
combusted in the middle of a Baghdad bazaar.
But she, oh she, lets not a tear
slide from her face to the sandy floor
even as strange men barge in,
wearing combat boots, wielding rifles
and chanting,
“victory,
victory,
victory”


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ANOTHER TOMORROW

You forgot the lines
and lineage. Getting all
or nothing, pulling away at the umbilical cord,
seeking liberty to commit a sin
or feeling liberated after committing the sin.

The tone embodies the elopement, unbound,
to invent the disorder
and divide the provocation.

Night was approaching with few stars,
flowing like the squealing of a dark saint,
blameless, under the thin breath
of the dying sun.

Into the orphanage enters the day
riding on the dust of history.
My journey begins into time
to change into another tomorrow.


SATISH VERMA


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EXPLOSION

Spitting the blood, he said,
every winter for few days –
he would feel outcast and there was
pain in the idea of pain, but he wanted to live
		without a painkiller.

Sometimes he will singe his hands on a flame
to protect his dignity. The history of his
unrest remaining untold. Then he will go
out in rains of knowledge and soak himself
		in mixed joy.

A lump in the throat hurts, when he
tries to decipher a dream to measure
the life. A liar knows the complete death
of a truth to assert his independent existence
in myth.

A deadly poison of the choosing,
your own microclimate, aggrandizement
of royal tradition, makes you popular in masses.
They surge to touch your gown, ripping
the explosion.


SATISH VERMA


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GRANPA

His
humour
could relate
to the childish
mind-
such
stories
unfolding-
old chapters of
life
he
bequeathed 
to his kin-
a treasure of
fun.


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NOW YOU KNOW

You are not with yourself today.
Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud.
Now you know what you did not want to know.

No longer the pathless destiny, 
comes near you, you go towards the
bushes to collect the ash, the burnt out
remains of a theme, a design, a horizon.

In memory of books, which are not read
by anyone now. Pages lay wounded. Black
stones trying to hear the sounds of dawn.
The tremors were increasing in the swampland.

The wolves were in howling rage. A daring
gift of death, tormenting the spirit, human
flesh, you watch through the twilight,
through the terror of betrayal. Each tear drop
sacrifices the eternity.


SATISH VERMA


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THIS INFERNAL MAZE

Every where you turn, 
the child inside, 
wants to learn, 
in this maze of fern 

The green 
has once been... 
..you 

Only to look above, 
see the love 
Above the green 
Step around, 
seek the sound 

This joyous sound 
is what you seek 
What can be found, 
not for the meek 

Hear the nightingale 
deep in the dark, 
rather than the wail 
Leave the fern 
and dont return 

Seek people of your kind 
Together you will flock, 
side by side, 
you won't mind 
For you are the rock 

The path straight and true 
This maze of fern, 
how it does twist and turn, 
but how you learn 
and you know it too 

Good draws you in 
and so it should 
The battle of fern and childhood, 
all this to learn, 
in this maze of fern 

Lift your eyes, 
stop your cries 
You are this teen 
stuck in the green 
Maze of fern 
of which you must not return 

Now you are all grown 
The ferns you have sown 
Are they straight and true? 
Or do they twist and turn? 
This maze of fern 
which you must not return 

The people of a kind 
are what you must find 
This you must discern, 
in the maze of the fern 
Start to flock, 
for you, are the rock 

Deep in maze of fern , 
to your starting place 
It's easy to return 
look above, 
see your true face, 
see the love 

Lift your eyes 
from this maze 
Look to the skies, 
look for new ways 

Seek only the wise, 
who flock, 
for you can be the rock 
Far from this maze of fern 
of which your childhood 
wants to learn 
and dont return 


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STILL BIRTH

Roses had gone wilting
after surgery.
Biovision
of acrylic lenses
was projecting a corrupt green mount.
The rubber king had a papery laugh.

How you deal with a maverick –
matter – of – factly?
Pall bearers of a tall legend
were carrying nitroglycerine sticks
unfazed.

Saboteurs of moon night were scheming.
I was sick of pretentions.
Brown and black scars
become a honeycomb
hiding the agenda.

Stigmatized devotion gets back at you
after still birth of truth.
I will wait sine die for the verdict
of hope.


 
SATISH VERMA


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CONFESSIONAL TRUTH

Liquefied version of pain has started working.
human material constructs 
a floating emotion at last.
One by one I rediscover 
the children of sorrow 
among the ruins of ancient prayers. 
The fear lurks 
under the trees, 
under the stones.


I can read it, 
unwashed stillness of a revolution.
It was real yesterday,
but collapsed on the rim of today. 
My wrinkled faith gets 
ready for a proliferation of rites.


The land suffers.
My solitude remains unmeasured.
In despair I latch on to 
sounds of pursuing light. 
Impatiently the dialogues 
are thrown around. 
The philosophy of confessional truth 
becomes very auspicious.


SATISH VERMA


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Jedidiah

I was my father's son, tender,
And in the sight of my mother,
Only beloved, for my brother
Became ill on the seventh day;
After Nathan spoke and left, he lay
As consequence in surrender

To death for the king's unmastered
Lust and murder of a just man.
Despising God, though partisan,
He made His foes show utter scorn;
Adultery conceived his first born.
The child's considered the bastard.

So, the king comforted his wife
In her mourning til there was none.
I was brought forth the second son,
Solomon, of both peace and rest.
The prophet returned; I was blest;
Thus, loved by the Lord in life

And named of Him Jedidiah.
As son to Father I was known.
He stablished forever my throne,
Though my brother made himself king
With fifty chariots full swing;
His courts declared, "Adonijah!"

But to Gihon by mule I went
With the horn of oil anointed;
Trumpets sounded as appointed.
My people shouted greater sounds,
Even so much that they shook the grounds
Following me from the sacred tent.


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My daughter

Oh shine of dream 
Or from given time
Where stands the truth
Let it her flavors reign
Till reach boiling point
Above and beyond against
Concealing to love herself


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Let

I begged you
let me
be my true fate
be twenty - sharp as a knife
be black on white
be air for a man
be twenty-five  - the pure baby cry
be half way there - light.

And you let
and there's nothing
I wouldn't bear
for your sake


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showboats

showbiz people threwout the years.
boats have wooden threaters
old red seats and red heavy curtains.
amutures started out this way.
they made very little money but
they learned a lot. today its
straight to the big top and than
the flops start,or by the book 
that is written. these ships that passed
in the night were all along the western frontier.
today we see very little left of these breed.
why we wonder?is it cost, is it just to
little hype of these type people to teach
us new breed up and comming,to de-
meaning,?they still have these show
boats in europe. with all thier splender,
you just want to take a partof these
boats home with you.


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74

Intro- there was a recorded 74 murders in Boston in 2006 I wrote an poem 
showing my thoughts and feelings bout that year and the people that was taken 
away.


“74”
I walked bout 2 miles 
And 1 2 3 more people dead
I went to the store 456789 10 they got them again
I kept thinking in my head  
What’s the problem? 
Why so much drama
What can possible be wrong with people going to school or out to have fun when 
people have jobs and family to look after
11 12 13 14 more people gone
I screamed to god saying why this must go on 
Why they have to die get murdered stabbed and beaten alive
Cant they just live why theses family having to suffering and cry
15 16 17 18 19 20 more going with the others 
I’m praying so rationally hoping there won’t be more to going up yonder
21 22 23 24 
God how can u do this 
I can’t take this no more 
I can’t sleep without hearing bout another person gone
I can’t think with out seeing a picture of the dead
I can’t live without wondering is it me next
25 26 27 28 29 all down 
Can’t help to ask but why
Is it because we don’t care bout what other feel or how they think
Is it because we want to do things our ways instead of listening to what other 
have to say
30 31 32 33 I cant take it I got go I got to leave I’m trying to make it 
34 35 36 37 38 39 40 more people down 
41 42 43 I don’t know why u allows this to go on god
Why must this be?
44 45 46 47 48 49 50 people don’t make this an repeat of the 1990’s  
51 52 53 54 no no no please no more 
55 56 57 58 59 gone
60 61 62 63 64 I tried to pray I didn’t want it to happen I’m sorry for your fate
65 66 67 68 69 I told u to stop why can’t u stop …………………..70 71 7 2 73 74  
All 74 hearts stop all 74 can’t breathe all 74 cants live all 74 can’t talk all 
Why………………….
Because we didn’t use the only things we know that works best
…………………………our mind and our heart

Marie Jones
01-26-06