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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 | Free verse | |

Any Ideas?

Well what should I write about tonight?

Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?

Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.

I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.

I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.

There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.

I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.

Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?

I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?

Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Acrostic | |

Cookies

Cookies are addictive!
OoOoH! Here's one to snatch!
Okay...where's the chocolate chips?
Kraving too many of these treats
I want some now! But...I might get beeefy...
Every bite is mouthwatering, soft and crisp
Should I take another cookie?


Details | Free verse | |

PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY

It's America’s favorite sandwich spread,
No doubt,
When you ask any kid or adult, what 
They would like in there lunch box.
Natural response good old fashioned P.B. 
And J.
White bread, wheat, whole grain,
It really doesn't matter as long as
 It's creamy or chunky style.
Jiffy to general label just put that
On the table and watch them smile.
Forget about cutting off the crust,
Or any of that fancy stuff.
Just keep your fingers out of the way,
When it comes to feeding a bunch of
Hunger kids just stand clear
Until the inner hunger beast is satisfied.
Then mom can bring in her
Essential tools for clean up detail.
It's been prepared so many ways,
Toasted, fried or even baked,
 Assorted mixtures, layered textures
Some people even put bananas
Or mayo with it.
Myself call it a personal choice,
I like it regular please no extras.
America’s favorite sandwich it's
Stood the test of time.
By the way it's on my shopping list
 Again Peanut Butter and Jelly,
I wonder why?

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Epic | |

GRAND MOMMY'S HOUSE

Loading up the car, on a trip that’s not to far..
to Grand-mommy’s house!
We head up 75, it’s such a lovely drive..
to Grand-mommy’s house!
“Are we there yet?” “Almost, we’re getting really close”..
to Grand-mommy’s house!
On Francis Street we turn, sweet thoughts of past trips return..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

Feelings hard to hide, knowing the joy inside..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
The “I love greetings”, Ah, pressure and stress is fleeting..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Warm hugs and kisses, from the Mr. and the Mrs..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Place your bags in the back, time to enjoy a dinner snack..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Pork sandwiches and tea, something special just for me..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Sweat aroma fills the air, to the sunroom.. pick your chair..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

Talks from the past, wonderful memories that last..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Funny stories are told, wow, it never gets old..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Wisdom to teach, in a way that’s always in reach..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Kindness and care, so much affection to share..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

When you’ve had to much to eat, you’ll still want a treat..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Chocolate cake and pie, you’ll want both.. don’t lie..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
To the bathroom to wash your face, so many hearts, lips, love, and lace..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
You’ll wash both your hands, by the light of the lipstick stand..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

So much more to say, and many games to play..
at Grand-mommy’s house! 
The Weather Channel’s on mute, Granddaddy thinks we’re cute..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
It’s getting kind of late, time with the cousins has been great..
 at Grand-mommy’s house!
When you’re feeling beat, head to the second den for some sleep..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

At midmorning we awake, there’s no schedule on the slate..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Smell those biscuits piping hot, oh.. we like them a lot..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Come into the kitchen, to see all that Grand-mommy’s fixin’..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
She’s wrapped in Granddaddy’s arms, there’s so much love and charm..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

Warm hands to hold, you’re always treated like gold..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
Love, faith, and trust, spoiling grandkids is a must..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
You’ve helped us all to see, just how good life can be..
at Grand-mommy’s house!
My Grandparent’s endless love, is a gift from God above..
at Grand-mommy’s house!

 


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

No Sin Thus Remains

Making it clear thus you have been purified
This side of the fence thus you stand in defense
You have been remade thus light has sterilized
The rarity of this clarity His will presents


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Even Though There Be Haters

Appearing timid yet forever I will resist
Kindness as a weakness yet true strength is
Dark forces this day a dove keeps at bay
My blood drains because Ye Almighty reigns   


Details | Burlesque | |

So I am Here

Ok so now that I am here, what do I do? Do I keep going. Do I fly around. Am I sure I am here. Everything is still the same except that, this, and maybe a little bit of that too but I am sure that is normal with life though. So I am searching for the question to the answer of my first question. Yes I am. So now normalities. What is normal? Blue is normal to us under a bright light, green shines better. Which one is real? Choose one. Let us say both. Both is not an option. Let us opt out. Done. Now if we can opt out of the question, why have'nt you?


Details | Epic | |

God Sleeps

God must be sleeping now as the dog dreams

He mumbles help me as he is thrown into the ring

As he is bitten his tears of hope cry

I was happy to run and my mothers paws


God must be sleeping now as the addict waits for her trick

She opens the car door and wonders where did I turn

Her Father drank and beat her Mother

I was happy kicking cans and hiding and seeking


God must be sleeping now as the mother stands the line

Waiting her chance to speak and get the dole

Her children screaming and no food or goodies

I was happy playing with dolls and doctor was my downfall


Allah must be sleeping as the Taliban beat the solo women

She cries  for pity as the men strike her with the club

She wears the burqa and prays for America

I was happy playing in the fields with my brother


God must be sleeping as the old woman has her pocketbook snatched

Her social security money gone as the food she will eat

Sitting on the ground thinking and praying and no answer

She was happier even when her husband lay dying and alone


God must be sleeping as the Earth quakes and tsunami

The wave crashes over the homes of the unsuspecting

The wife being torn from her husbands arms never seen again

To death came to part and the happiness too


God slept on the seventh day as he was tired

The people constantly praying for his wonders

His world in ruins as mankind molest his children

He was happier when he walked the gardens of Eden


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Unto The Valleys Garden

Feeling the loss because of a transgression
Dwelling in darkness home base the light
Not promise forgot make your confession
Though you may feel low sail to great height 


Details | Ghazal | |

OBLIVION OF UNICORN INFECTED EXISTENCE OF FECAL MATTER

I once told a lie 
as I looked her in the eyes
LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL
I just smashed a bowl

CB is a troll
In both sense
Wandering through minds of the unforgiven
As they irrationally spill their metaphorical hearts


Details | Haiku | |

first class nature

passive high sun shade flawless predatory eyes a happy hour dive!


Details | Free verse | |

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"!


Details | Burlesque | |

I Raced with a Comet

Darkness spreads around the room as the lights dim, my friends are here and the room is pitch black. Begin the show. Eyes open preparing for what many call death but its life. This is considered living and not to be mistaken with death. Those new to it will not know how to think what about what just happened. Cold chills and sweat pants are in the seat.  Room still dark and people disappear to a known place only described by the dead. No time is wasted because time never began. As the entities push thru the black matter the after burners kick on and the room brightens. The room is now full. The thought of the friends i had filled the room and was too much to handle time to make a dash. The pressure is intense. I believe my wallet was lost years ago but no use in looking for it now. The chain broke at the same time I needed it to work. Gone. Seemed like forever. I created forever and now we are there. What if you were the person who taken the last key to starting the end of the world?


Details | Free verse | |

in a nut shell





       ''A nut, what else but''?.


        Peter Dome.copyright2012.


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Ballad | |

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.








Details | Epic | |

Chicken and Waffles

Chicken and waffles happens to be a favorite Southern dish,
even in Harlem, New York, and Atlanta, Georgia.
This delicious dish has been around since
African-American music
was born,
especially when Ike and Tina Turner had been at that diner.
Chicken and waffles consist of pieces of fried chicken
(breast leg, wing, and/or thigh) and some homemade
waffles with maple syrup.
And when a person eats chicken and waffles,
it's as if he or she's gone to the South, especially
that of North Carolina and South Carolina.
No wonder why chicken and waffles became the most
favorite southern dish.
I ought to eat some chicken and waffles one day and
I hope that the chicken and waffles dish were to stay our
favorite meal because if it does, that would be great.
I wish chicken and waffles were served and sold at
every restaurant and diner in America, especially in Florida.


Details | Epic | |

Chicken

****** nigga niga
Who would have thought?
It’s the 21st century 
Who could have bought?
The price of the black man’s dignity

Chicken yes chicken
Commonly associated with black commonality
An ignorant stereotype of racist originality
But that’s not the problem

Laughing hard at me 
Slurring and chanting nigga…
Still at me
Because she has a black friend
And the friend lets her call him names…..Damn

The ease of her laughter
The lack of cognition
And reflection in her tone
Speaking without and iota of consideration
Got me thinking

What a world we live in
Where the colour of your skin 
Speaks…
Speaks louder than your words or thoughts
Still I love CHICKEN


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look


Details | Free verse | |

The Grace To Grow

The Grace To Grow

Through peril in its intact 
We have every reason by which to over react
The Grace to grow;
Many a shoulder to cry inflate the ego

Through our hard stance with fate
We lock our doors & protect out faith
In long lines at the store lest I emplore
Shades of trim left for me to begin

In oscillating ivory towers a man from Mars
The Grace to grow
From a little seed next the full grain blown to harvest once again
We can plant a seed deep enough through troubled waters come among

Shades of gems crimsome with rubbies
The cedar as a way of illumination
Perhaps I'm in need of a break on some long awaited vacation?
The Grace to grow



Details | Verse | |

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN " ICE CREAM DELIGHT!"

~~Ice Cream Delight!~~ 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN! JANUARY 17

Benjamin Franklin was the very one.
In the year of 1771.
While in France dessert did come. 

What is this wonderful delight!?
"Ice cream dear sir,
I hope you like."

With quill and ink
And much insight.
He acquired the recipe that night.

And sent it back across the sea.
To share Ice Cream.
With you and me................


By MAFLongfellow


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 | Epigram | |

Energy Of He

Water bearer’s drippings of dew
Still nourishment for just a few


Details | Epigram | |

Abstract Be the Closed Minded

Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause
Blind be the dead denying Natures laws


Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


Details | Ballade | |

im restricted

im restricted with youre choices
it makes me wanna cry
im surrounded by voices 
that say, girl , why
youre amaizing and u know it
i dont have to say 
i think youve forgotten but somehow it got away
he seems to control u 
no matter what u do
its coming up sooooooo often but some how it gets to u
and baby dont defend cause i swear ill leave u in the end


Details | Free verse | |

Angel

                                                                   Angel

From a distance the sound of feathers 
A whole host of words often whispered
As if you haven't already heard his saving message
In bitter silence we slowly become unshackled
From this lying bitter place of cold ego's
Then angel spreads her wings out on windows peak
She then keeps silent from inside her swell;
At its cold whispers haunting to dwell
Many keep to themselves not wanting to be alone
Then a cold chill sends a rage down my spine tingling like off the vine
In time the sun heats up out on waters edge devides
Many a demon would so often run away & hide
Angels totally surrenders out on its night scene
A brandished web of forbidden design,
For some the angel would lie in wait to deceive
In triumphant sounds of musical magestic beings light the scene
We our still here to help egnite its flame
While the entire world outside lies helplessly insane
Out on its playing field some have no game,

When our generation dies so does the other,
The angel of darkness will seek to inhabit its light
Shackled from a memory on a certain quest nor plight


Details | Cowboy | |

gladiator

our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate  crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live


Details | Canzone | |

Embracing Lust Or Being Just

Temptations again they do be daily
Ode to Jesus Christ dare I not fail they
Surround by sin how can I win
With faith and truth of heart
No matter how the enemy comes at me
Be I righteous and show charity


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 | Alliteration | |

I Am Today

Living, Learning, Loving
Fasting, Faithful, Fruitful
Determining, Divine Desires

Always, Aspiring, Ascension
Call, Creator, Come
Heavens, Holy Spirits, Help

Grain, Gaining, Growth
Dry, Drips, Drenched
Wells, Water, Wishes


Details | Haiku | |

Really sucks

My sweet ice-cream treat fell slowly down to my feet like vanilla snow


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

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


Details | Senryu | |

When You Repent Sincerely

His will forgives
Stabs of a knife
Life still in strife


Details | Free verse | |

Aura

Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm 
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
Aura
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Aura
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!


Details | Free verse | |

walk away

If I told you that I cry when we argue
You'd probably say its time for you to leave
You'd say I care to much and I want more
Than what you can give me.
But I'm not asking for anything.
I just want you near me.
I want to be honest 
But you have to stop
Threatening to walk away
If you were gonna walk
Away you wouldn't have let me stay
Something in both of us is not finished yet
I don't know how long this will last
All I know is that I'm not done yet.


Details | Rhyme | |

A LASTING TREATY

Wars cause only destruction and death
leaving behind scenes gloomier than itself:
bloody bodies strewn on dry leaves,
while the jubilant king falls to his knees...
thanking God who has brought him victory,
but then looking at his hands he ponders with asperity.


" I have built a kingdom by demanding loyalty,
accumulated a huge army allowing stealing and killing;
but none of this is mine, not even my castle and sovereignty,
I am a horrible king as others have been before me...
I must issue a lasting treaty to save many from dying! "


And standing on the barren hill overlooking the citadel,
he cried out as the wind brushed his long hair so curly,
" Forgive me all, from now on there will be a lasting treaty...
food for all and the best wine in a land that once was evil! "




Copyright 2012 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Ballad | |

Awakening

In and out like that of a play
His wound now bore a mysterious clay
The Capitan’s voice made him stay
As he bowed now in silence to pray

As he awoke in the morn he slips
A water glass to his dry sweet lips
The witch doctor smiled and came to grips
To the startled son that time forgets

Smells of food ensnared his hunger
A bellow followed its sound was thunder
“Morning child! A hungry monger?”
The boy sat up his food placed under

Hot rolls, sliced ham, and sausage links
“A bath today, this boy now stinks!”
The captain agrees to what doc now thinks
To wash away the blood that leaks

His wound stung when the water struck
A model ship and a rubber duck
Shared the tub, the lads in luck
Red Beards love has finally struck


Details | Ottava rima | |

Indestructible Ye

Comprehending this about one’s energy
Then upon the pit there will be no casting
The Holy Spirit is what provides synergy
You and it both be combined everlasting
Mortal human life may be in jeopardy
The soul and spirit be Ye separate grafting
Yet most eyes fail to see this invisible force
It’s the power of the Creator almighty I endorse  


Details | Epic | |

The end and the beggining

The day the world ends we will all be in pain,
Some will be in shock, Some will stand in awe with their mouths
Open wide but no screams escaping
Others will be dead at the starting line.
Me and you will be safe in each others arms,
Staring into one anthor's eyes and
Losing ourselves and finding a place of peace before the end.

It will be a dark day
A cold day, the dew on the flowers will freeze and kill every  living thing with a bitterness.
The clouds will no longer be seen as fluffy lovely things they will be the warning sign of doom.
They will roll in like death on a mission, acid rain will fall and skin will be burned.
You will be able to smell the sickening stench of that flesh from miles, towns away.

People will panic and children will be lost,
Parents thinking they are saving them from a wicked end but they drown them, hurt them in vain.
You are not saving anyone!
You are making the last things they see sick and vile.
Mommy won’t let me breathe,
Daddy is hurting me.

We will not have to worry about this my love,
We will be safe and we will cross into the finish line like champions.
We will defeat hunger and others who try to walk our path,
We will be animals with the will to survive.
Animals willing to do anything to keep our lungs full.

The day will come
When our skin shivers and our nerves ache and we will know the day has come.
Minds already set and watches synchronized.
Bags packed and ready to go.
Ready to flee up to the mountains and live in rocky hill sides far away from the end of the world.
Have a perfect view of it on fire.
Every town, every house, material things people once thought they needed.
Every person who hated us, every person who we hated
We will watch them burn.
From our snowy peak we will be safe.
Safe, such a glorious word.
A glorious word very few can say.


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Onward Christian Soldiers

Open are his arms
Never will The Almighty leave you
Will given to Him triumphs against the enemy
All who cry out in Jesus’ name none can harm
Righteous in heart all must crave from start
Death is the test be it not in vain


Details | Free verse | |

Chapter 12 Annihilation

The Tragedy of Humanity is the Monoku of us failing to believe you
Is This Greed be ye Acrostic for not knowing the Gnostics 
Molding Most be the boast in Senryu saying you can’t tell me what to do
Excommunicating Faith is a Tanka for those who sank 
Insanities Calamities in this Enclosed Ryhme regarding to our binds
Sinful Are These Ways considers what we forgot in this Rubaiyat
No Righteousness In a Senryu for those who forgotten about you
Oligarchies Creating Hate in each and every state be in Enclosed Ryhme 
Worshiping Vanities is a Lanterne telling you to burn
Ruthless Deceptions be a Fibonacci trying to drown the mariachi
Evil Enemy Tricks informs of a constructive fraud in Ballade
Trouble Moving is trouble grooving to chime in this Enclosed Ryhme
Roadside Utilities you see they are a bank of put in Tanka
Indestructible Ye told Ottava rima, praying you have the mind of
But Backsliding means deciding what zone told in Canzone
Unruly Child is for the minds of you told in Haiku
Truth Be Insight be an Ottava rima about the main man Prima
Inclined Minds is another Ottava rima about the change of time for Ye
Opportunities There Be in this Senryu don’t you see
No Matter is about the chatter in an Enclosed Rhyme for you to find
Death Be A Lady This Night ask which way is right Ottava rima
Introduction Which Leads To Reduction a Nonet seduction
Sexual Acts Meant To Distract be the private zone Canzone
Turmoil That We Struggle With is a chime in Enclosed Rhyme
Redefining Ones Plight be Ottava rima telling you to fight
Instilled In Ye Is Light another Nonet so that you don’t forget
Believing Wrong or Right asks this Enclosed Rhyme the real war crime
Undertaken Be Ye is a new flight zone told in Canzone
Transcendent In Flight is the alteration told in Alliteration
Inner Subconscious Intelligence universal relevance in Name
Outside This Reality which is for you to do discern told in Lanterne
New To Old Experience is an Enclosed Rhyme we all mime
Nay Sayers Deny Greatest Fear in Acrostic about ye the agrestic
Over Energy Transfer is Canzone about the unknown
What Will You Do is just asking you in Haiku?


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Christ In You

We all walk on weak lines through peril intent
Shades of grass prone in circulation
Along comes a hand extended in the briars
A torched fervor can demonstrate its silence
A tug at the heart would light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for
A soul in peril will be in want yet acceptance would come at a price
Christ in you the hope of glory vested story
Shadows prone in timeless hue overhead we bit off more then we can chew
In sunlit days to frolic in a haze
As a mouse was getting stuck in a maze
To look intently at the ocean breeze
Christ in you a chief aim to please
Brandished in the mediocre turning of the tide
many walk away run & hide
In delusional thought we remove the blinds to shine
A hero in us all to hide the inner pain let me explain
We brought nothing into the world & for certain can bring nothing with us when we die
Christ in you an aim to please
Through shouts of angelic fervor breeze
We walk on loose ends through the thorns yet it depends
In walking toward the main goal
Life's reaching height to reach its toll!


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autumn falling

cry me a river
give me an indian giver,maybe i can fix him
think of the thought,the store you bought could feed a thousand towns
with the food you leave lying around. you could do art in the world,
marry a pretty girl to the turn of food she do marry,even carry in her eyes.
its the prize and the dice is thrown?this much we know,we can keep two,you and 
the truth,when you marry it we do.i know of the earth turn and hunger 
burning,sure i was fit for command to every man who had a plan.he would look in 
my eyes and size me up,but he didnt think of the crux of the theft of dinner and 
whats left.its hard in the middle class to be that picture in the mind,when i find 
candy bars dancing in my thoughts when i rest.chest full of air and thats what you 
get to eat. when we seen this girl on second street,of course i was too tired and 
hungry to pursue her,to my hunger peanut butter and jelly will never do her,so i 
just willed her to happen and despite the laughing in my mind,i find were still 
friends,me and her,but there was no word of sex or even second best,it was 
less,just friends.to the end i go,i worked and held a job,kept my room a slob,but it 
was prop up and starvation,like the middle class across this nation.it takes em 
no time to help,to release us from our hell.then,bask in the glow and let me know 
how a ferrarri goes or my favorite group has a Cd on the loose.wait till im fed and 
have my own bed then tell me you need me at your show or in iraq,then ill find the 
facts do meet.give relief on summer street.


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There is a lot to learn

As I tred this pilgrims pathway to the marching in Zion
I sometimes will loose control yet I know very well
The person inside resides a tender chord of love
Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call

Filtered through a straw we loose our inner force 
To govern the most influential scope
Some haven't even bothered to cope
Having a fight with the soap on the rope

The turning of the tide we will hide behind
That heavy pier of loose compromise
Twisted allegations conspired in its diabolical lies
Shattered then shaped by a cullmination of respect

The service was over now pay the check !


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that was then and this is 2010: (part 2) Soul Food

we're now in the midst of the Holy season known as Lent
forty days and nights of sacrifice as a way to repent
a time for us to try and get a little closer to God
a time to fast, to give up something we hold dear to our hearts

we're in the age of technology with Facebook, Twitter and texting
the way people now communicate has become somewhat vexing
always with the I-Pods, I-Pads, cel phones and e-mail
time to talk to eveyone but God who only requires knee-mail

when Jesus encountered the Tempter after His time of fasting
He had a wilderness experience that would be forever lasting
hungry and tired from all those challenges He had to face
now waiting on the word of God to fall perfectly in place
the Tempter said "if You're the Son of Man make bread out of these stones"
Jesus replied " that man does live by bread alone
but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God"
the spiritual Soul Food that will forever nourish our hearts
the Daily Bread that overflows into our spiritual cups
the Word of God, the Soul Food that will forever lift us up
as that was then and this is 2010
it's time to come out of the wilderness my friend

we all have moments of frustration, heartache and pain
we need to come out of the wilderness and by God be made whole again
to face down the devil and the temptation He'll put in your way
now resistant to sin and no longer by the Enemy to be swayed
to partake of God's Soul Food which will guide us to all truths
to trust in God and do whatever His word asks of you
to call on God and know that He will always have your back
now full of His Soul Food and on the right spiritual track
knowing that it's now all under God's control
now fed and nourished by His Spiritual Food for your soul


Details | Epic | |

Southern Cooking

The South is best known for their Southern cooking, including some collard greens. All
Southern foods have been around since Abe Lincoln ended slavery for good and when
African-Americans have earned the right to vote. What's so great about southern cooking is
that everybody's eating a home-cooked meal, just like their moms used to make. There's lot
of Southern foods we all love: there's fried and barbecue chicken, some collard greens,
mac and cheese, candied yams, some corn bread, the works. When everybody's eating the food
from the South, it's like eating at a Southern buffet restaurant in Mobile, Alabama, on a
Sunday afternoon, and upon leaving church. And along with their food, they've got some
homemade lemonade, sweet iced tea, and other Southern drinks. Their food is going to wish
that these people would stay in the South for a long, long time. Come to think of it,
Southern cooking is as good as soul food that is made in the city of Atlanta, Georgia,
especially when they're eating some chicken and waffles, some chicken fried steak, and
shrimp and grits. Now how delicious is that? And everyone will be talking about the food
they've eaten and recommend their favorite Southern restaurants to their friends and
family members, even on holiday. Boy, are we going to have a Southern fest with our
favorite foods from the South, including some crawfish, some barbecue ribs, hot water corn
bread, every piece of food everyone can think of. And after this Southern fest is done at
the end of the day, we'll be wanting some more of that Southern cooking.


Details | Tanka | |

Ye Stay On Track

As the earth swings back
Brothers I say stay on track
Follow Master’s Plan
Sisters don’t let man change you
For they all should worship you


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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


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God's Kind Of Poetry Over Lunch

            God’s Kind Of Poetry Over Lunch

It starts off like a molecule but much smaller
God goes on vacation in that deep ocean there within
It takes centuries at great speeds to find the place
To locate the center of supernatural nutrition
When He arrives, lunch is prepared and waiting 
He leaves scientists and artists up above with love
On Earth as His replacements
While He takes some time
Dines in high majestic fashion
Trusts us to carry on with His creation
And poets are left behind to find their lines and inspiration
Without a care in His Divine, creative intervention
Atoms are His favorite things to eat
The ones with charm and magnetic delicious emissions
He saves diamond elements for later
The small shiny ones, for forever afternoons to savor
And never needs a spoon to find positions of His food
Circling in orbit in their own electron or electric heavens
He snacks on them in a dawn song of soup and coffee
With angels in the molecules
The minuscule zone is full of holes.  (Some are holy) 
Moving through old, new, original particles much smaller
Where creation begins along with salted matter
When He returns, He offers poets some special crackers
And some lines, preserved over time, that they forgot

                    Created on 9/20/14 for God’s Kind Of Poetry Contest


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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 | 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 | Light Poetry | |

Dewali Festival of lights

Remember dewali in Trinidad
We use to decorate the streets
Then all my Hindu friends 
Bring me foods and sweets

My table was full with
Food and all kind of goodies
Because my Hindu friends
Use to bring so much for me

Dewali marks the return
To ayodhya of lord Rama
He returns to his kingdom
After defeating demon king ravana

It was the victory of good over evil
In the epic story of Ramayana
And also the slaying of evil demon
King Narakasura by Lord Krishna

Ravana had 10 heads and 20 arms
He saw Rama beautiful wife sita
While they were hunting in the forest
And he plot to kidnap her

So he disguises his servant maricha
As a golden deer to lead Rama 
And lakshman away in the forest
Lakshman drew a circle around her

And told her not to step out
But ravana turn as a beggar man
And ask her for food and water
Then turn back as he holds her hand

She cried for help and a fierce bird
Jatayu attacked ravana to save her
But ravana cut off his wings 
And when away with princess sita

She threw her necklace downs
So Rama can follow to save her
They slay ravana and Narakasura
And they return to his kingdom in Ayodhya

And the people light the streets
And every houses celebrating
With foods and sweets and music
To welcome home their beloved king

And that is the origin of dewali
And every year on that date
Around the world every where
Diwali are being celebrated

Sorry have to end this poem now
Because my Hindu friends at the gate
With bags of food and goodies
And I’m drooling I just can’t wait


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Out Heart

Out of the heart

Springs the many issues of life amidst
Throughout a distant embracing strife
Out of the heart a modest choice to make
In ardent springs embraced upon temporal negate

Within time,
Comes about a correlation within its peace
Strong is it may seem
Out of the heart some may disagree/

Out of the heart...
One may equate logical persuasion out of a mist filled with reality;

Charity...

The tender soil still quickens lending it to art as in some specific touch

Through a variation in a dream falling apart at the seams

Some are even very eager to engage in its deepest sympathy?

One may negate truth thus in order to twist its factual to live the lie?

Still others equate logical persuasion amidst;

Out of the heart form the issues of the heart/
Through darkened shades of Pine some may even spring a leak?
We still know what tomorrow might bring?
Amidst temporal chords of fallem mankind
We stand amazed at the glue of false fabrication
Twisted thoughts filled with thunder amidst its period of priority
Justification by faith yet they negate logic for a side order of fear
Twisted minds that plug destruction blaming third degree of fire on their very souls
Neglect to pick up the cross & to follow then soaring into sorrow
Never any hopes for a brighter nor that a better tomorrow;

Out of the heart the mouth will speak amidst the madness deepened creek/

Throughout darkened shades of Pine soiled in the breeze with illogical persuasion
We all still know not what tomorrow may bring?
Amidst temporal chords of fallen mankind
Under the surface of the bone filled there is still a layer of skin
Whence, do I need to ever begin again
Fallen man amidst a rise of the angry pagan
Flashlights with a dull pitch formidable response in its equated logical filled lies
Does all of the lie come at any logical big enough surprise?


Details | Haiku | |

In the Garden

Temptation strikes me,
That luscious fruit gleams in light,
Satan has arrived.


Details | Alliteration | |

See All That You Have Done

Desires, Drive, Deeds
He, Him, Heed
Child's, Chosen, Choice

Regret, Repent, Rejoice
Attune, Always, Around 
Savior, Sailing, Sea
 
Left, Land, Lost
Pitifully, Punks, Playing
Dying, Dead, Death 


Details | Rhyme | |

Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top


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 | 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 | Haiku | |

Not Withstanding His Truth

Cut I have the noose
Setting all free now you choose
The spice of death, life


Details | Blank verse | |

Bacon

BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!
BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!
BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!
BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!
BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!
BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!
BACON!BACON!BACON!BACON!
BACON!BACON!BACON!
BACON!BACON!
BACON!
... BBAACCOONN!!!!


Details | Acrostic | |

oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane


Details | ABC | |

When Twinkie the Kid Battled Captain Cupcake (

When this happened it caught the world off guard
An epic scene, a memory that you could not discard
Who would have guessed these two titans of obesity and tooth decay
Would break so many kid's hearts in such an upsetting way
The loving memories before this you could not forsake
The day Twinkie the Kid battled Captain Cupcake
Toucan Sam would choose sides and give the Kid some twine
Cap'n Crunch would throw his fellow Captain a life line
Fruity Pebbles took one side and Trix Rabbit took the other
Aunt Jemima split sides with Uncle Ben her twin brother
Count Chocula severed ties with his long time friend Tony the Tiger of Frosted 
Flakes
Nobody realized how much trouble was started when Twinkie the Kid battled 
Captain Cupcake
Now both state their case in front of the FDA 
This is to determine who goes and who stays
The Twinkie Kid tells about his spongy outside
Captain Cupcake fires back with his pure chocolate pride
Captain Cupcake mumbles I bet you would get seasick
Twinkie the Kid hears and replies I know a rotund fella like you couldn't control a 
lasso or perform horse riding tricks
In  the end, they both reconcile and admit trying to outdo one another was a big 
mistake
Generations down the road, history will repeat itself with a legendary battle of 
belly busters between Twinkie the Kid and Captain Cupcake


Details | Epic | |

Chinese Food

Everybody knows that Chinese food is the most healthiest, tastiest food on the planet.
It's originally made in China. Their food is so delicious, it's like going to Beijing,
China. What I really love about Chinese food is when the Chinese Rastafarian serves a lot
of seafood, including shrimp, a lot of chicken, sushi, and beef. But what I really love
most of all is the Lo Mein noodles. The best part about being in a Chinese restaurant and
a Chinese buffet is when we're all eating Chinese food with chopsticks, especially when
we're eating some wonton soup and fried rice. Fortune cookies are the best part after a
Chinese meal, especially when he or she wants to know what his or her fortune is. And if
all Chinese restaurants and buffets were to stay open for a long time, then it's going to
be an Oriental feast for all.


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 | Quatrain | |

A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

      A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

I am without anything now that I’m not with you
And Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile
I miss a perfectly designed dream come true
Because you made mounting a mountain seem a mild mile

You gave me butterflies and lightning bugs as a gracious gift
Because of you the morning wasn’t agony anymore
It didn’t matter if I worked in the day or the midnight shift
When I returned you would be there with a smile at our door

Ain’t nobody’s business how deeply we loved one another
But they could tell in our eyes and the way we held hands
Ain’t nobody’s business how I loved you, not even my brother
While I kissed you under the elm tree in the peaceful place it now stands

When you used to approach me it would make my heart race
Now that I’m without you I want to know exactly why
And it’s difficult when I need to forget your emphatic embrace
So now you know from whence comes my woeful wish to die
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~



Details | Tanka | |

Roadside Utilities

Each time was done fall
A rest stop to listen to
Almighty the One
Providing you sustenance
Direction are then made clear


Details | Tanka | |

Showing These People

All will receive sight
Unveiling want they don’t want known
Truly you have choice
His voice speaks to and thru you
Not let them you tell He false


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Yes Ye Will-Will Come

Oh, how it is so much fun
All having been given a choice
You can hear it in their voice
As we all dance and play in the sun

The there are many who shall turn and run
Living a continuous life of evil
End the end it will only bring upheaval
In truth their virtue, they have none


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Learning Cant Go Back

Every second that I search in this dark cave
Come with me my friend your freedom awaits
Fore I take you to the gate, nay it be ye never to late
Never shall ye again be thee enemies slave

If ye fear than stand thee behind
In my left hand I wield His shield
And my right will make the enemy yield
I go back now to free all mankind

No longer shall I leave them blind
Ending this sifting in the darkness
Death to what once was inertness
It is I Jesus Christ who has aligned 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Spartans

Spartans trained their children for war,
They practiced all day until they were worn,
Their typical meal was black broth and pork,
It gave them energy for the dangerous war.
Spartan girls were trained for sports,
The ephors, made laws that were enforced,
Spartan women were freer than others,
And were trained to be loyal mothers.
Spartans controlled the Helots for 250 years,
Of course the Spartans had nothing to fear,
Throughout the war many people died,
This is how the Spartans lived their lives.


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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!


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The least loved-

You were like a bird perched high up in the tree, which did stare down upon the 

very worms on the ground. With your eye piercing through the ground you did see 

me try to slither back to the safety of the soil, but you did pluck me from the 

ground and with one swift swallow you did devour me whole. I did try to hide from 

your piercing stare as you measured my slithering body and pluck me from the 

ground and swallowed me up like a sink hole that came upon a rainy day and 

eroded the earth from beneath and unseen…Mother earth save me from her 

beak and return me safely to your soil rich grounds? There I will labor until they 

beseech you with their cries for your tears and raise me once again to the very 

top, where once again I shall be at the mercy of their beaks and sharp talons as 

they dig me from the ground once more. And feed me to her little ones…Truly this 

is in the masters plan? The weak for the hungry and the least love shall be feed 

to the many that call upon Mother Nature’s tears to raise the weakest from the 

ground to feed the many that beckon and she does hear their call.  This time I 

surrender my slithery soul in the name of what is right I shall fight no more!


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None Can Do It Alone

All wanting the truth to be known
Yet many continue to doubt
There they will find no clout
Knowing none can do it alone

Fore they will reap that what they have sown
Your desires will either lead you to fire
Pleas forever stained in the words by these Pryor’s 
Know that all must one day atone

Embracing thee one true bridesmaid and groom
This is the only way to enter His estate
So, cries these messengers standing at the gate
Encompassing understanding that all must one day attune  


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Trouble Moving

So you sit there and ask what am I to do?
First one needs to make a choice of truth
Then all need to reflect it in the booth
Well I say that it’s really up to you

But first take time to gather up knowledge
There is always time if life if want to make it
The time is now to stand up and take it
Contemplate and pray then you acknowledge

Then you will find more who are willing to stand
Spreading love and peace without remorse
Even though it will bring many to discourse
This I say will lead us to the promise land


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Stand To Understand

All across the land
Many will not understand

Crawling like worms
Failing or discern

The reasons why the suffer
Know that you all are tougher

Dwelling in you He resides
Just asking you to abide

No longer shall the One tolerate
The time has come to obliterate

Spitting in this retort
You all have his support

Keep your reframe firm
Ignore all material concern

Just see things from his point of view
Then in you His Spirit will renew


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Grazing Among Tingles

Wanting to shatter the glass ceiling?
Well this is how you start your healing
Emotions are like onions so start pealing
Each and every solitary thin layer
Thus requires you to do in prayer
Tasting one at a time might scare
Yet each of us has our cross we bare
Now this is a pun without a doubt
All know that change is in the air
All must make a decision each day and the next
Tomorrow is promised to no one
Though each second that follows
Thy choice has made its effect
In your hearts and minds soul
This is where you detect
 
As you chew on this food do not mingle
It is necessary for you to feel each tingle


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Love Is Dead

The prince of the power of the air along with his children
666,
Love is dead until we fancy another route of passing?
Chasing after the wind in twilight excursion of light,

Love is dead ever since the 1960's burning bras
Feministic women amazons invading our every portal of death
Viscious long hanging fangs that bite hanging down dripping blood off side
We often run away to hide in fashionable sway,

We can't even hold the door for our neighbor anymore?
Blackened hearts chosing death's door cement,
Broadened venues of pornography & red light districts
A slurrpy & pop rocks,

Love is dead we have inherited lust from the children of the damned!
In sharp contrast toward what Warhol's intent of past exposure
Move over rover and let the fakes take over
Pagans branded with dire evil teeth losing sleep


Gone our the days of Little House & the prairie 
Not to mention Little Bo Peep!
Perhaps its that time we take a leak?
Inner circles broadened cliches in imaginative scope

Can even cope when you have an old spice soap on the rope
In certain circles vain cliches again best to hold my breath to count to the number ten?
Love is dead but God is still alive
Love is Hollywood philisophical fake promotion

Phat Kats with blue hats sipping on some magic potion
Rubbing their fake boobies down with Tropicana lotion
Love is dead what is going on in the societal mindset head?
We have erected fabricated idols out of vanity

Vanity of Vanity all is vanity!
We squeeze money out of the imaginary machine turning green
Just to watch that Obama dream?
If you ask me were still living in the evil land of mean!


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Stella!!!

Stella!!  I could'a been a container!!!  (1/4 lb. macaroni salad, thank you!)


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Bridging Old Worlds and New

We sit here talking about subsistence 
Urban farming as power lines are torn down
 The choas of nature doing what she will
 As human creativity manages
 Assigning cause and effect where determined
 
I'm sighing as the voices pass
 Knowing there concern will turn elsewhere
 We are always shifting as live changes
 
The basic individual moods mediate 
Terribe twos the expression of self and choice
 As environment is strictly undergone in expression
 Visualizing what is realized
 
Take another deep breath as the future plunges
 Gathering speed for a new destiny
 Exhilerating to be at the forefront, young and healthy
 
We must change and adapt
 So as not to deteriorate 
There are other selves to manage 
Other futures to forge


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New To Old Experience

The Cycle will always reset
Undergoing that what is foretold
Is up to every human to behold
The will’s of (wo)man will beget

So all of these lives have been done before
Go through all are we these metaphoric changes 
Initiating with forgiveness everything rearranges
Multiplying cells always starts at the core

All of you just wanting to know more
He says, all you ask then to receive
Want to live a new life then believe
What else better have you to explore?


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United Messengers At The Gate

Learning that it is never to late
We all start to feel its demand
These messengers begin to equate
Holy Spirit is at our command

All across the world we shall stand
As human beings we can all relate
All human consciousness shall expand
Allowing the Almighty’s will to dictate


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Mansions in the Sky

The Stars lit up the skies and nothing could I see,
Except these huge Mansions that fly in the sky.
Swirling winds picked me up and carried me high.
Making trails in the clouds it was just me.
It was breathtaking just to be,
Afloat the top of mansions that fly.
The Moon was bright and the Sun a bit dry.
They were huge and magnificent to oversea.
 Mansions in the sky that fly above it all.
Mesmerized I went in and found no end.
None were too small.
None occupied, not even by a friend!
Mansions that fly fill a brilliant sky,
All emptied but not by I!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich  2006


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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


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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.


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the profits in a prophet's prophecy

there are profits to be had if you listen to a prophet of the Lord
blessings of infinite proportions if you choose to get on board
the prophecy of a prophet, the words from a man of God
a man whom God will use, a man after His own heart
one who is willing to sacrifice and still do all that he can
to spread the gospel, intercede for others and follow God's master plan
but where are those kinds of prophets today?
true men of God whom we desire to obey
many of them have forsaken their ministries and compromised their callings
and can't seem to realize that spiritually they seem to be stalling
for it's quality and not quantity that the Lord God desires
it's not how many, but how devoted are those whom you inspire

Elijah was a prophet who had an intimate relationship with Christ
he lived during the times of Queen Jezebel's opulent life
but Elijah was a simple man of God who was most adamant
he stood on the word of God and was determined to follow the commandments
he declared one day that God said there would be a drought
and until the people changed their wicked ways, the rains would not pour out

one day on his earthly tour Elijah met a lost soul
a widowed woman of little means who had abandoned all of her goals
Elijah asked her for some water and then he asked her for some bread
she said I only have enough for one last meal and then I will be dead
she had given up, she was defeated, she had relinquished all hope
she had forsaken her belief system and no longer had a desire to cope
yet in the midst of all this virulence and all of this stress
Elijah said to trust in God's word so her testimony would progress
and after she committed to the word and took that leap of faith
she received a profit from the prophet's prophecy, she got a food rebate

when you trust in the Lord to provide all of your needs
He will overflow your storehouse with an abundance of seeds
if you believe in Him, you'll then receive from Him, come out of your comfort zone
trust in a prophet's prophecy it has the power of the heavenly throne
be obedient to God's commands, on His word you can depend
trust in God's promises, they will profit you in the end
the profits in a prophet's prophecy you will then receive
just say yes to all God asks of you and in His word truly believe




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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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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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Woman at the Well

Jacob's Well, Scene One
Christ and woman, Characters
Water Jar, Act One

   Seeking for a drink-
   Living Water poured into
   Empty jar of clay

Jacob's Well, Scene Two
Christ, disciples- Characters
The Purchase, Act Two

   Urging Christ to eat
   Food they bought at Town Center-
   His meat is God's will

The City, Scene Three
Men and woman, Characters
The Witness, Act Three

   Seeking the people-
   Salty speech led thirsty souls
   To Fountain of Life

Jacob's Well, Scene Four
Christ and people, Characters
Followers, Act Four

   Urging Christ to stay
   Many more believed and drank
   The Living Water
   


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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