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Details | Epic | |

Black Diamond Night

Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery) 

Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight.
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely, 
Sinister through hostile spirits only,

I stumble across these stones without a bone.
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend.
Only in time, our minds will mend.

Endless valleys and limitless stones.
These bones- these bones they sit alone.
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill.
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill.
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough. 
Is what they left.

Obsessed with the dead without a death. 
A death that impatiently awaited their last breath.
Gushing, into the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill.
Coal mining hearts that will never heal.
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable.
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mess, we held in the blasphemous.
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous.
  
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions.
Acknowledging the soul's capacity of free.
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone.
Where the night takes place in the dark. 
The ebony rides under the diamond bark.
Along with the coal miners who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”

:) my own personal favorite poem


Details | Free verse | |

TENTACLES

In the heart of the blackest abyss, down, 
Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light
Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls,
Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive
Weight, of the oceans deepest depth.
This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the
Unknown, a realm of stilled silence frozen
In the icy currents of the barren straights.
Where prehistoric giants dwell, amongst the
Tidal flow, ambush predators, forgotten beasts,
From long ago, living krakens whom devour
All life, hidden within their dark domain.
In Poseidon's mighty anger, the waves answer,
To his fists of fury, hurricanes wrath of vengeance,
Gives birth to the perfect storms rage, 
Vessels rise and than fall in the tidal surging
Waters.
Nay do the sailors cry out to the Lord God on high, 
For redemption's salvation, but the sacrificial altars must
Be appeased, by flesh and bloods sacred offerings.
Summons does the mighty lord of the seven seas,
To release the last of the ancient Leviathans.
Two thousand hands, of a thousand dead men,
Heave and pull at the tethering heavy chains,
To this devil of the depths cage.
From within interments vaulted keep,
Captivities living spawn from hell, is 
Unshackled and released, to reek havocs
Devastation above.
An aquatic spider, a maritime widow maker,
Flexing and in-flexing, its body’s motions,
Towards the surface, in pulsations rhythmic
Orchestrations, the gray giant is ready to strike,
With its killing arms extended wide, to grapple
At its unprotected prey, to engorge itself with
All living matter that it surveys, within its icy reach.
As bubbles shoot upwards breaking the waters
Surface, suction cups and talon claws are drawn
Outwards, aligning his eight legged tentacles of bone
Crushing death, behold the Giant Squid, instrument of
Lethal torture, a living killing machine from the fathoms 
Deepest depths.
For it is the beast, the true essence of evil
Incarnate, and none survive its destructive wrath.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Clerihew | |

Battle of the Sexes

battle of the sexes


~~MONA LISA SMILE
Picture Oil painting worthwhile 
Leonardo DA Vinci, look out!
What is she really smiling about?

(((The popularity of the Mona Lisa increased in the mid 19th century 
because of the Symbolist movement. The painting was thought to 
encompass a sort of feminine mystique.)))



~~JAMES EARL JONES
His award winning voice, rough like stones
Darth Vader, Mufasa, stuttering jubilee  
When I die can he be the one narrating my eulogy?

(((I love James, I'm a star wars freak... <--- yup that's me)))



~~SADDAM AND BIN LADEN
Were very bad, bad men
Causing chaos throughout America & Afghanistan,
HATERS OF THE USA: they should be called the Arab ku klux klan

(((Occupation: Terrorist~ makes me wonder if they went to the same school.)))
                                                                   


~~ADOLF HITLER
The world worse killer
Commander of the oxymoron  Nazi  
Losing at his own game of Yahtzee 

(((The Most Hated Murderer of all time)))



~~YOUNG ANNE FRANK
Her diary worth more than any bank
Famous Jewish victims of the Holocaust
Her legacy teaches that hate is an exhaust 

(((Anne Frank's diary remains one of the most moving and widely read 
accounts of the Jewish experience during the Holocaust.))) 



~~JOAN OF ARC
Angel in an era so dark
an epic hundred year war
her visions is what she payed for.

(((Joan of Arc, also called the Maid of Orleans, a patron saint of France 
and a national heroine, led the resistance to the English invasion.))) 



~~BB KING
Can really sing
Stand by me...
But, can he sting like a bee

(((BB KING~ could not help but wonder if he was a lover and a fighter.)))



~~LADY GAGA
Is no piano sonata,
Madonna wannabe, is she.
Watching her videos make me laugh till I pee.

(((Lady Gaga is Unique as can be!)))


by;p.d.

for battle of the clerihew


Details | Epic | |

The Promise's Beginning

Somewhere in midnight’s nocturnal hallways
As the chill settles down with starlight
While the world stands silent in waiting
There abiding with his flock walks the shepherd
Hopeful in thought and yet weary of foot
He moves his charges through the bite of night

His hope in the coming dawn lifts his burdens
Filling his minds eye with warm musings of tomorrow
In tones they beseech the day and challenge darkness
But through this constant cycle of shine and shadow
The guardian of the flock stands steadfast and waits

The promise begins as His voice appears cherubically 
Falling in fear and praying for strength of faith
The radiance in the sky softens ever slightly
Speaking of the vow and announcing the messiah
Who brings the world a love and a hope yet tasted

Tremulous breath’s as the promise is spoken
Awing the greatness with a loving and respectful fear
Silent in belief beholding the coming miracle
He stirs the somnolent flock down the slopes
To bestow upon all the gift of this divine hour

His breath brittle’s the final icy moments of dusk
He labors the trail with renewed strength of heart
Proclaiming hushed gratitude within every step
A beacon of brilliance converges in the heavens
Beckoning his faithful west toward little Bethlehem

Dropping to his knees his face wetted in thanks
Finally understanding what is gripping his soul
He sees the precarious pathway laid before him
Though he has journeyed into the unknown before
None had brought with it a promise so precious




Details | Narrative | |

How a Blue Rose Came to be

Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely -  red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.

She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be  Queen; 
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.

Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon  her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping,  like a willow tree.


Then the sky begin  to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As  tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that  Irish rose, 
As she disappeared beneath the earth, there in his grief below 
                                          
                            	 ~~~~~
		
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply  - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.

                                  ~~~~~

The years and all their seasons came and went
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent
Upon her grave where everyday he kneeled and prayed
And dreamed of her until his dying day.  


		~~~~

The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone   
That still stands alone   upon her grave
Where from the million tears of love he gave
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.

 
 Written:  June 18, 2010

Note:  To late for the contest,
but I thought I would post it anyway. 










Details | Epic | |

Echoes of the Stone

ECHOES IN THE STONE

No one can turn back the hands of time
Reliving the war,  TEXAS her independence
The tombs so deep, where real hero's fought and fell
A place so precious, sacred in every hold
A timeless journey, with no stop to heal
To find your eyes upon this treasure's glaze
Hearing stories not found in fairy-tale books
Finding GRACE in this AMAZING place
The legendary ALAMO, over freedom, a ghost town
Walking by the thousands, beyond this land
Outnumbered 
Echoes in the stones
A painful event, UN erased

Defenders of the ALAMO, gathered to unite
With their life's they put up an honorable fight
Heroes who embraced a defeat in March 1836
A battle deeply wounded overnight
Bravery in their hearts
No time to be scared.
Where the wind now blows,
Echoes in our souls.

With one touch, embrace the south wall
Hearing whispers, sad echoes-I call
Chills traveled down my spine
Standing among all heroes who are still buried, 
In their home at the ALAMO
Echo's in the stone
Proud of the ALAMO.

Echoes in the stone 
Where a hero still stands tall
Heros even beyond their last breath, 
Death being their only bail
Heroically fighting with their own will and liberty
In hopes that justice would prevail
The ALAMO rebuilt, standing strong
Full of life, in the center of San Antone'

The voices, the scream, 
Piercing the stone
Fighting till their death
"Remember the Alamo!"
The echoes in the stone, a hero's home
Locked inside each stone of eyes
Heroes who died,
Cried their last words
"VIVA THE ALAMO!"

   SKAT


Details | Free verse | |

THE CITY OF LOST SOULS

Beware, out-Lander for thy tread on the sacred ground,
Of Louisiana, guarded by the ghosts of the Mississippi,
And here the dead tell know tails, of the living's returning,
After adventuring into the darkness of the night.
Rattle them bones, sister voodoo woman,
Black magic's high priestess, cast asunder the 
Ivory teeth of the white devils, across the streets
Of old New Orleans, behold the ancient city of lost souls.
Hidden beneath the glittering mask, of La Carnival,
It is the celebration of the dead, my friend, and faceless
Figures, do toss the beads of evil, to the lustful
Crowds gathering, for Mardi-Grad's extravaganza.
Phantom walkers, without names or emotions, spirit stalkers,
Roaming the old French quarter, seeking to catch the
Innocent traveler unaware and unprotected. 
A wall of realism and illusion, thin is the veils that divide
Light and darkness, sheer vaporous mist of transparency,
Existing in this the forgotten realm, where southern
Comfort invites the living to visit, but never allows them
To leave alive.
As the flickering rays of twilight fades, swallowed whole
By the spectral invaders, the creatures of light seek refuges,
Holy places, as the church bells ring, calling unto the innocent
Make heist to salvation's shelters of grace.
In he city's center, lays a dry leathery organ, sunken
And misshapen, feel the rising, the awakening of the
Heart of evil emerging, its veins arteries made of 
Cobble stones brick, thus are the webbing's of streets leading, 
Unto the deadened heart, metamorphosing it alive once more.
Slowly bloods spiritual essence rushes through
These ethereal veins, reaching this source most
Evil, it owns this city of lost souls, unto the tolling
Hour of dawns first rays of light, crossing the horizon.
Red bricked buildings lay side by side one 
Another, in a design of Gothic manipulation, feeding
Stations made cozy for the living and dead to reside
Within, as the crimson curtains blow freely from the 
Inside out, welcome my friends to the French quarters,
The threshold's crossing, between life and death.
Hear the low thumping of the Jamaican drum,
Mixed with African tongue, chanting in rhythm's
Echoing breeze, softly spoken in whispers are the spells
Of misfortune, a vow's crimson promise, written in blood
Long ago, a demonic pack made between the spiritual native
Inhabitance and the dark heart of the Cajun Bayou.
On bloods throne the Grim Reaper does so sit, next 
To his bride, the Queen known as Mrs. New Orleans,
Both laughing in tandem, with the musical chorus
In this requiem of the dammed.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Verse | |

Temujin

Temujin

The purple Royal banners wave above his armor's steel;
the chieftain carries his Mongolian, relentless wit,
young Genghis Khan, the Temujin, applies his sovereign zeal,
to merge the lands beneath his will, the warlords to befit.

Consorted by young Börte of the Onggirat kin tribe,
the martial Temujin receives high honors by the clans;
a skillful warrior invades the lands while his young bride,
awaits; for no one else predestined is to be her man.

The chieftain slaughters hence his passage through the western soils
invincible his tactics are, and triumphs ascertain,
advance his rule, expand his territorial rights and spoils,
while Börte, granting loyalty, in virtue she ordains.

How valued is the flight of eagles that conduct above,
depict trajectories, and soar to vanish where the Gods
embrace the sadness of unanswered prayers and bridal love,
the Royal maid in loneliness, defends against all odds?

So priceless have become their plumes upon the Mongol plains,
where the persistent Northern steppe cold winds enfold the ghosts
and Princess Börte counts her solitude, stands tall and reigns,
believing that her Temujin bestows his kind riposte!

" Support him Goddess of the moon when grooming Charon thuds
and sends the clanging of the steel, commanding thus, the souls,
to travel the descending route of coursing loveless blood,
and through the gusting of the winds, transports their saddened calls. "

© 01-20-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Fourteener, Iambic heptameter)
GV


Details | Epic | |

Thracian Eve


Thracian Eve 

Subsequent the fog walls act
(dance solitaire of its white sway)
the sovereign of woods display 
- adaxial his life protract. 

Amidst the woods and in the haze 
(diffused in air's the deep green light)
advertent nymph in veiling white 
- and ancient Thracian spirits' phase. 

An aisling she appeared and ere 
her solitude his stare absorbed 
she spelled his name - a song birds curbed 
- betrothal mountains' claim of e'er. 

A melody of singing aves 
upon the slopes where lantern-moons 
interconnected with the tunes, 
- aloneness of her festal Eves. 

Belike beams floated on air streams 
the Gods invited while fog's soars 
agremones clothe ancient wars 
entwined with Strymon's seaward themes. 

Aberdevines on Thracian wold 
and nightingales' expanded song 
the mountain mists embrace erelong 
- abthane the temples eyes behold. 

Her flight has reached the ether's heights 
steep slopes that mortals followed thence,
amid the thymes their lives commence,
when nightingales invite the nights.

© 05-24-2013, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic tetrameter)


G.V.


Details | I do not know? | |

{ ?!Empty Shores.... ~ }

Pride uttered its voice, afore an empty shore....

Waters embracing this moments arising

Darkened clouds within their gathering; these stirrings

Shadows of the once foretold; long ago, such reflective times!?

Glancing toward the south within this sound of stillness

Abandoned silhouettes, revisiting a ghost towns rides

As one whom awakens within a dream; a vision there to find

Deja vu perhaps; these images before my sight; beyond....

Joyful reverie, enveloping this night; thinking

An infinity left to behold; what was?!

White garments, shifting in the wind

Approaching amid such silence, those from a yesteryears

Tears, falling from their eyes....

Memories like grains of sand that, never were

Washed away; ten thousand years as a day

Swept into the sea a tomorrows horizon; this, forlorn storm!?

Peering into the forebodings thunderous lightning

Voices calling now from the north....

A cold winters chill to greet the dawning

These, tides of nevermore?!

As one whom awakens within a dream; visions there to find

Silent silhouettes; abandoned amusement rides

White garments; tears falling; yesteryears, standing upon....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....Empty shores!?





















Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Epic | |

Red Leaf

,          ,          ,          ,          ,          ,          ,          ,           ,          ,

He is called Red Leaf…. birth child of autumn, and son of the trees
His euphonious legend is heard in the breeze
He is young, he is strong, he has proven his courage
Standing proud against the darkness, and the sins of the reaper
His spirit was not broken, by the weight of the storm
His steadfastness will not melt like the springtime snow
 
                                                            

He has honor, respect, and a gallantry within
His songs are his journey, he plays to soothe the wind
There is prowess, and valor in each haunting lullaby
He was taught by his elders, sad songs that touch the sky
His flute holds the stories, like the sound of lonely larks
Of loss, and death, of drifting smoke, and silent ashes
Of when the mountains cried in anguish, and the sky looked on in pain

                                                            

But yesterday creates today, and holds a promise for tomorrow
New songs are played, today telling of laughter of the birds
And whispers of a bluer sky, how gentle rain will cleanse the smoke
How buffalo will graze again, where the tall grasses will wave again
Red Leaf warms the tender embers, his memories linger on
He plays the songs that drift away,  
Trees above where branches sway
The rock, the leaf, the ruddy dust that coats the valley floor
Someday must return, and be restored, just as it was before

,          ,          ,           ,           ,          ,          ,            ,          ,          ,          ,          ,


Details | Free verse | |

understanding

understanding hearts is what the 
world needs to today in its tangle
of broken dreams.

dreams are what life is
made of america
expounds as we
never stop to taste the
sweetness
of the corn that
fills our bellys.

"make a bigger, brighter step
for all mankind." WE WHINE.

yet we never appreciate the ones
we have crushed in our climb.

"we will be the first in every nation", we
exclaim......

forgetting that the first usually dies
earliest in most every game.

by janetta 1982


Details | Cowboy | |

One of Texas's Best

“Back in my day” his stories all would start
I’d  lean in close to listen though I knew ‘em all by heart
He was a living legend, one of Texas’ best
Not just another lawman with a tin star on his chest

He fought along “RIP” Ford & John Coffee Hayes
When Texas was wooly & wild, back in the good old days
“One Riot, One Ranger” I’ve heard it said many times before
from fighting off Commanches to turning the tide of a range war

A Ranger never faltered, never imagined he could lose a fight
He’d  go hell bent for leather just to turn a wrong to right.
From Nueces to Salado Creek he patrolled the border land
Dealing out swift justice with a smoking Colt sitting easy in hand

Hardin, Iron Jacket & Sam Bass thought they could get away
The Rangers ran them down to ground, the stories still are told today
Great Granddad was a hero, one of Texas’s best
Not just another lawman with a tin star on his chest

He passed on the legacy & the stories I’ll now tell
as I hear his voice echo when I start off,  “ I remember well”
So tip your hat & raise your glass to the Rangers out there on patrol
and to all the Shadow Rangers, Rest in Peace, God rest your soul


Details | Epic | |

Alexander The Great

O what a man, so bold and brave,
Could do, his mighty hand could save.

This noble warrior was a relative of Zeus himself
Or so they say
His kingly proise remains today,
A standard figure of Persian frays.

Lightning crashed and thunder rumbled,
Signifying that this man would become well-known, 
Not one to be humbled.

He was said to have tamed a wild horse,
By the fullness of his brain, of course.

His athletic records, no one could break,
For they remained for his pride's sake.  

He became a briliant man, built like a tower of steel
That  led some to believe he was unreal.

One every man would have yearned to become, 
His power, his splendor, an unbeatable contendor!

Until only by a fatal error, his well of talents stopped flowing
For once in his life.
No one could save him from this horrendous plight.

The face of death reared its grotesque head,
And only to the path of enternal stillness it lead.

However, his name, emblazened by his noble deeds, very old,
Will retain its place in history in its priceless weight of gold.





Details | Free verse | |

GETTYSBURG

Walk does he not the specter of death, 
His saith raised high, even he himself has had
Enough killing, on the battlefield of Gettysburg,
Satan screams, stop sons of men, truly war
Is hell on earth.
Time's spiritual voices cry out, as the wind
Blows through the tall over grow grasses,
Of this Pennsylvanian State park.
Injured spirits, roam as phantom soldiers,
Seeking salvation's reprieves preservation, 
From their damnation.
On the Devil's Den reddened rock, centuries
Still stand guard, knelling sharp shooters,
Fire at will, as the drummers beat, at rhythm’s
Death march.
Gun powers burnt smell fills the air, 
As the loud canons echo in the distance,
Mayhem's discord has left destruction's
Bloodshed, these numbers estimation 
Of flesh and bone, are guessed yet it's
Resolution unknown.
Blown are the horns of Calvary’s call,
Reinforcement’s sacred hesitating for aid,
But none come to it's deadening's sounding.
Mourn do the orphan's of war, in their fathers
Name, so they do weep in sorrow remembrance.
A war-ravaged companion, lead by freedom
Seekers, the end to release bondage’s salves,
Stain our great country with it's own blood.
Brother against brother, two flags of belief 
Striking each other, north vs the south,
Behold it was the American Civil War.
A revolutionary uprising of idealism,
That all man have the right to be free,
And live without the chains of oppression.
It is in this haunted place, at cemetery ridge,
That the final battle lines are marked in 
Bloods deadliest charge ahead.
Many souls still serve here, never shall
They know the light of peace.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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 | Rhyme | |

Lakota

I'm very small
I am called Standing Tall
My story to be read as i live through it all.

Our Dakota lands are forest and vast
Where our ancestors have hunted
From long in the past.

Our tribes are, a confederation of seven
With our language of Lakota, Sioux heaven
We stand proud as we remember our past
And look to our gods, to make it all last.

A silhouette on the prairie hill i see
This shape in the distance is new to me
As we sleep in the night, we hear guns and blows
We arise from our camp, to look for the noise
We creep on the prairie to their surprise
Under the moon, where the land would flow
No longer the Buffalo.

We mount our ponies to challenge these men
What gives them this right to kill and maim
Bodies of beasts, furs cut away
Missing heads, a ghastly slay.

On reaching their camp our bows stretched
Arrows screech, hit the wretched
Watch them fall to the prarie floor
Just like the Buffalo did hours before.

Years have passed as we are moved from our lands
These poisonous men, and their poisonous glands
Bringing illness fever and strife
Ending many a Lakota life.

We reach a point in History
Which made the white man sit up and see
Their Golden Child General George Custer
And the Little Big Horn, my what a disaster.

Arapaho, Cheyenne and us Lakota too
Sliced the Blue Jackets, their Scouts too
The US Cavalry would have their glee
At the Battle Of Wounded Knee
Where Siiting Bull would finally rest
Standing Tall's story last's the test
If we Indians had the same resources
Like the silhouette on the hill
These praries we always had. would be ours still.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php


Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…


Details | I do not know? | |

{.......Doors......}

You slowly open the door
...."These doors"....
And what is behind them
Quickly leaps out
Trying to take hold
An invitation
Toward the unknown....
The battle begins
Begins, for it's control!
Pandoras box
The forbidden fruit
When will you learn?
When will you know?
How many times
Must you fall?
How many tears
For them all?
A lifetime of lessons
A lifetime of doors
......"Time".......
At the end of the hall
At the end
The end of it all!
How many doors
Have you left to turn?
"When"....Will you ever learn?
These doors, like metaphors....
Knock knock, who's there?
Turn right
No, turn left
Through this door
No, go through that
Past it's corridore, to
It's if and or....
To, it's other door
No, it's many doors
Any doors?
In the end, you shall choose!
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{......Doors.......}


Details | I do not know? | |

~ Genesis ~

"In the beginning was The Word, and The Word, became flesh...."
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"This is the day that the Lord has made
And I shall be glad and rejoice in it...."
I have often wondered if people really know
What is being said within this verse from Psalm 118?
But it always leads me back, to the countless other verses
That I have been blessed to read, through the Holy Spirit of God
How the prisoners have been set free....
With Heavens Angels encompassing, those, who truly love "Him"
And though ten thousand, of the enemy surround us, we shall never fear!
For God is within us; indwelling us with hope and might....
These Temples built, by The One who created all, of "Light"
Life, and all that is good; from Genesis, to Psalm 104
Every word ever written, within This Treasure, called, "The Bible"
Our guide, our hope, our deliverence; the promise, of eternal paradise....
For as God has said, "Angels and Prophets, have longed to know
What wonders of love, that He Himself, has given us, 'Through Christ!'"
Freedom from the bondage of sin; and a bridge back home, unto "Heavens Throne"
All, if only they shall, return, unto His loving arms?
They, that have longed to hold us, since before, the foundations of time....
Oh praise God, all of you His children, praise, "His Holy Name"
For who is like unto Our Father; who can stand, before His mighty wrath?
Surely not the fallen angels, whom tremble, at His very sight!
And if He did not spare they; though they be mightier than us; or even, "His Only Son"
Then how can the godless ever believe, that He shall somehow, spare them?
No, for truly, wisdom begins in the house of the Lord....
In this the day that He has made, for all of those whom love Him!?
Whom turn from the darkness and the evil desires of this world
The wantons of pleasures, powers and lust; mere dust
Casting aside their pride and ignorance; naiveness; amid the idols of baal
These secular things....And turning again, with their heads bowed down, to
"The Father of Light!"....Accepting His Son's Sacrifice...."Through His Precious Blood"
..............................................."The Blood, of Life!"...............................................
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                                  And I shall forever, rejoice, within "It!"
                                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                                             ~ The Books of Peter ~


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.


Details | I do not know? | |

A vampires poem (1549)

Blood i seek, blood i lust, 
blood i crave, blood i must! 
Day has gone night is here, 
eternal day thats all i fear! 
Years have past seem like days, 
endless night i stop to gaze. 
Forever young i cant get old, 
thirst for blood my skin is cold. 
Born centuries ago in a far distant land, 
were i fell victim to another hand! 
I left my home land so long ago, 
where this evil feeling did so grow! 
I searched for others just like me, 
i sailed the ocean across the sea. 
Years went by my search was long, 
looking for belief to were i belong. 
It was Paris (1304)it finally came, 
i think of it again and again 
The night was young it was pouring with rain 
She whispered in my ear that we are the same. 
Enemy of man, they hunt me down, 
home for now, this old town. 
I hear their thoughts, i smell their fear, 
most often they don't now am here. 
I keep my face on that old bookshelf, 
because that's the only time i see myself. 
Blood i need, before sun rise, 
staring through these black cold eyes 
I roam the night were creatures call, 
i write this now from this old town hall. 


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The Ballad of Pearl Harbor

Just sitting there mighty 
The ships and the people.
Flying American
Flags and the eagle.
Just sitting in harbor
That Sunday morn,
Oblivious to battle
And coming forlorn.

Drinking their coffee
And eating their breakfast
Things were going
Right along with their wishes
When suddenly a soldier
Did speak up and say,
"They're some blips on the radar
And they're coming our way!"

Then the officer said
"Now look here you see,
They're our boys coming home
In their B-17's.
So don't get all worked up,
No excitement today,
So get back to working
And resting and play!"

Now planes flying by
Were soon to be heard
But a shout soon went up
"Hey! Those are not our birds!"
Explosions to follow
Soon filled the sky
Now stand up and fight,
Or lay down and die

Guns fired back,
The battle was on,
But pretty soon after
The battleships were gone!
They were stuck in the harbor
With no way out,
And smoke's hanging over
The harbor in clouds

A valiant defensive 
The defenders put forth
Desperately trying to
Even the score,
But their goals completed
The enemy turned back
Leaving behind them
Devastation and black

Many men died
On that fateful day
But a little luck came
The American's way!
Their carriers were still,
Far out at sea,
And part of the battle
They never did be!

Pearl Harbor will live on 
In infamy
Stories of those who died
To keep their land free!
Their ultimate sacrifice
Helped the whole world to see
That America's the land
Of the brave and the free!


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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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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


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Hector

Poiseidon's waters roil and roar
All up and down the craggy coast;
Their winedark waves have brought the host
Of foreign men all drunk for glory,
For the sake of one man's vanity
They traveled to your alien shore
To write with blood and bone a story
Of the Gods' capriciousness towards men,
Of passion's triumph over sanity
Which they shall repeat: again, again.

The men will surge against your city walls
Ten long and doleful years;
As your children, born to violence, shriek, and widows' tears
Appeal to you, their hero Prince,
To drive them back to whence they came
As your father walks the palace halls,
As does his shade now, ever since -
Ever since you went out to face the foe
And pass to time your noble name,
Their legend and their martyr, hope and woe.

It would be asked by what Creed you chose to live
Before you fell to the Fates' perversity,
Before their undeserving Champion dragged you 'round the city.
"Honor the Gods", you said, cruel though they may be.
"Defend your Country", you said, though it be doomed.
"Love your Women", you said, as only they can give
Meaning to the madness from across the sea.
Your father forced to beg for your battered corpse; so many dead,
Their faces still now, 'neath the swaying plumes
Of shining helmets, others waiting in their stead.

     "Honor the Gods
       Defend your Country
       Love your women."

- Oh you grey heads who start your wars for Pride,
Go ask Andromache's ghost
What it meant to her.


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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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The Game Change

Two strong competitors fighting for the crown
So many promises,  Where can we go wrong

What did our bible?
Said about speaking in tongues

Someone must lose in order
 For the other one to win

That is what known at the game change.
Knowingly, nothing would ever be the same again

How many competitors from the past fulfill their promises?
Fools us once, shame on you, fool us twice,
 
We just have to say Oh! Jesus Christ.”

We listen and watch all those tricks and trades
With ponderings thoughts we said “who said what?
 Can they really step up to the plate and deliver

 Are we willing to put our country in the hand of the wealthy?
 Who never knew the meaning being dirt poor?
Should we say, no more, no more?

Show us the beef, and we shall show you where our loyalty lies
Because man is his own authority
 So he uses his brilliant educational philosophy so creative 
he wink and said ” I get back to you on the real issues”
You law abiding fools

Satan is a liar, and so is man.
White, lies, black lie and grey lies
Everybody lied at some point in their life
why stop now? 







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Patradoot The Messenger 43

Patradoot The Messenger 43/50

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor



She would ask you dear,                     in  most humble and  lovely words,
To tell her,                             the true condition of her  beloved husband, 
Removing the anxieties,                which would be mounting in her  mind, 
By telling her the entire story,  for which she would spend the whole night.

Please tell me dear letter, how my most beloved husband spends his time,
With in the dark,   tough  and high boundaries  of  the prison house,    and
How he bears the tortures,          the British rulers  would be giving to him,
As he is fighting,      for the freedom of our motherland     from the British, 

Sleeping,                     in the burning hot and dark cells of the prison house, 
Where mosquitos would be biting,                    during night and  in day also,  
And facing the taunting,                    on the freedom fighters by jail officers,
While bearing the agonies of distance from me and the hard stories of others. 

Please tell me dear letter,       how he bears the hard and fearsome  pains  and 
The sufferings of the jail life,                 which we perhaps cannot imagine here,
Who would console him,         when his is in distress and beaten by the jail staff,
While bearing hard and tough tortures,     they give as a gift to freedom fighters.

When he used to come late in the night,         tired and exhausted,
After passing the whole day, for the cause of the freedom struggle,
I used to bring sleep for him,                   by talking to him sweetly,
And singing melodies to him and consoling him always, dear letter

During extreme  hot summers,                    he would be living without air,
When even the sleep gets stubborn and arrogant, due to heat and humidity,
I used to create air on him,  by moving the hand fan     made of straw grass,
So that my beloved husband,           can get some rest and sleep, dear letter.



Ravindra
Kanpur India   29th November 2010                           continue in 44

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Note:
If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup
Has any question or queries, they can 
Send me an email on kapoor_skk@yahoo.com

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.





Details | Free verse | |

Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





Details | Free verse | |

Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


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Queen Of The Rails

The engine: Long and black
And sleek as she could be
She shook the earth in her approach
As her heraldry.

An atmosphere of steam and smoke
Expanding in her wake
The Queen-of-the-Rails speeds on
An arrival soon to make.

Massive is her presence
Enormity her design
Power is her excess
This Queen is so refined

Once she ruled with majesty
When o’er the rails she flew
But … now, this one last time,
The railway bids: “Adieu”.

Slowly when she comes to stop
We see she’s thoroughbred
When water, steel and hard, black coal
Within her there are wed.

Her regal-ness resplendent
In fittings’ shining bright
Commanding our respect
O’er the rails of her last flight.

Now sitting at the siding
She’s puffing rhythmic breath
The museum’s destination
Of her life commits its’ theft.

Photographs will mimic
Her image of today
But missing from those photos:
Glories of Yesterday

When o’er the steel she thundered
Demanding from all who saw
Respect for Her grand power
Which held them all in awe.

But Glory, she found, was fleeting
When “progress” came to call
Her future then was set in stone
In the writing on the wall.

Now we hear the brake release …
Her throttle then is moved …
She inches down the shiny track
Where the land with steel is grooved

Then as she gains her speed
And whistles out her “yell”
An announcement for all to hear:
“I know I’ve served you well!”

She’s journeyed through the ages
And a boy – an old man now -
Watches as she fades away -
He waves, then shouts out: “Ciao!”

But in his mind is yesteryear
With his dog there by his side
Watching near the railroad tracks
Where the Queen-of-the-Rails did ride.

And long from now whenever
He says: “Remember when …”
In those times of reverie,
She’ll come alive … again.


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NO MAN STANDS ALONE - The Ballad of Barney Ross

CHORUS
No man stands alone
in the street, the ring or the combat zone
some lay in the gutter
some sit on a throne
but no man stands alone

At the age of fourteen 
he had a dream
to become a rabbi 
Chicago 1924
then his dad was killed by men
who tried to rob the family store
his brothers and sisters were sent away
to an orphanage where they would stay
and though his faith was blown away
he vowed to bring them home someday

To God and man revenge he swore
he walked with gamblers, 
hoods and whores
he fit right in 
then on a whim
he walked into a boxing gym
he fought Canzoneri in ‘33
for the lightweight title victory
he made up with God 
and finally
he could reclaim his family

Those McLarnon fights 
were the stuff of lore
the only man 
to ever put him on the floor
he won two out of three, 
then in the Armstrong bout
he nearly died 
but was never knocked out
then in 1941
the Japanese pulled a sneaky one
so he joined the marines 
and he got a gun
and he sailed into the rising sun

On Guadalcanal, 
he fought so brave
overmatched like old King Dave
he put twenty attackers 
in an early grave
for the one marine 
whose life he saved
in a hospital bed 
for months and days
they kept him in a morphine haze
then sent him home 
strung out and beat
to the pushers on the mean, mean street

Hollywood was very keen
to put his story on the silver screen
but they focused on the drug abuse
he tried to sue 
but what’s the use?
Barney Ross was brave and strong
they couldn’t keep him down for long
his rabbi said that he must try
to be a model Jew in the public eye

but from the public eye he slipped
like a phantom radar blip
they say he hunted Nazi criminals
and he ran some guns to Israel

Barney Ross was brave and strong
I thought that he deserved a song
he did some bad
he did some good
and he saved the world
the best he could


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Massacre at Glencoe

The snow rests red and heavy
through the valley and the glen,

with MacDonald honor lingering on
in spite of Campbell sin.

Give us crimson wool
to weave a plaiden memory

of the massacre at Glencoe
and deeds of treachery.

Let the stigma of a traitor
forever mark their name

as long as Scotland bears the scar
so recalled shall be their shame.


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Freedom Uprise

We will not ride alone on this momentous journey. 
We will ride gathering our numbers, from the great mountains. 
We will travel to the valley of rivers, towards the great ocean.
For we have a great army.

Those who enslaved us with their power, stand on the top of the hill.
They stare down over the army below.
An army of vengeance we have gathered.
We will ride to the battle field at the great buildings.

Our intent is to wage war.
Fear will not take us.
You are weak supremacy, you will die by the sword. 
You will die by the hand of my fellow warriors.

This is war.
Blood will be spilt. 
Men will draw their last breaths as they fall back onto mother earth.
Mother Earth will soak up the spilled blood of our brothers and sisters.


We will be fierce and haste not.
We the suppressed will not retreat.
We the people will rise, with swords and fists. 
We are ready to die for what is equitably ours.

This is not an illusion. 
The fight against the money mongers, the powers that be.
Those that hold the power, will feel our angry wrath.
None will go unscathed.

We will watch the blood spill in and about the great buildings. 
Down the concrete stairs it will flow, rich, deep cherry red. 
Into the green of the grass, it flows.
Fear will choke your breath.

Reflections of your past, rushing before you. 
Thoughts of the dead, invade your mind.
Hollow is the cry of war, as we charge ahead to fight the battle.
To take the final stand, to give it our all.

Justice will reign by the sword and the all mighty hand.
Judgement day has arrived with this great army gathered beside us.
We will ride, steadfast into the fray.
Make no mistake this day will come upon the powers that be.


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Nephilim (A Flash of Light)

So strong and abrupt an ancient race
With lusts and sins they raided this place
These men of OLE, few say did see
The sons of angels, no choice to be
Who were these men? A flash of light!
These giants of men who hastened man's plight
A mutant race, a mule of men
A hybrid race, born of sin
Who were these souls of flesh and skin?
A flash of light! The Nephilim.


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Cowboys and Indians

He pulls his hat down low against the chill of the storm,
The numb fingers that hold the reins forgot what it was like to be warm;

     On a grassy knoll silhouetted against the rising sun, 
     Astride his pinto pony sits a Native American son; 

The blowing snow and freezing rain steal his breath away,
But he knows that being a cowboy, it’s worth the price that you pay;

     A majestic, bronzed brave, feathers wafting in the breeze, 
     With arms uplifted in obeisance, the Great Spirit to appease! 

A worn out calf is stretched across his lap on either side,
Her head resting on his thigh just going along for the ride;

     He offers thanks to Him for the grandeur of creation, 
     And for the sun and moon from which he gathers inspiration;

Her momma just like him had been caught out in the gale,
It’s just another story to add to the cowboy’s tale;

     He asks the Great Spirit to bless his arrow and bow, 
     That with true aim he can fell life-sustaining buffalo;

His face is hard and beaten from too many days in the sun,
From early mornings and late nights workin’ til a job is done;

     A tear rolls down his cheek thinking of his ravaged, sacred land, 
     The broken treaties and those who dealt with deceitful hand; 

But being a working cowboy surely has its rewards,
Riding forgotten country that has never been explored.

     With a sad heart he lowers his arms and slowly turns away, 
     Determined that from the paths of his fathers he will not stray. 

By Tirzah Conway and Bob Hinshaw

The cowboy portion was written by Tirzah Conway and the Indian portion was written by Bob Hinshaw
   
     




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The Forgotten Ones

Forgotten somewhere in the midst of steel and concrete. 
Bound by shackles and chains even in our sleep. 
Living like wolves preying amongst lost sheep. 
Concrete tears and pains so mindfully deep. 

Forgotten by those on the outside. 
We cant even run no where, we cant even hide. 
No choice left but to sit and fight. 
In here only the strong minded survive. 
Truth be told in here what is wrong is right. 

All most os us got is wasted M&^*&F*^&&ng time. 
We sit back and work out and write heartfelt rhymes. 
Not to be a victim of prey we all trying. 
Many stories are told, songs are written of truth over lying. 

We are gone for the moment but not truly forgotten so the hurt we must not show it.
 We are to old while we young to be crying in front of full grown men for this is a time we must out grow it.
 There aint no way out this hell hole and we all know it. 
Feelings of hopelessness surrounds te heart to the point where we can no longer control it.
 
In here there is only time no fun. 
Darkness fills night no light shone in here from the sun. 
Only by our own selves we may be out done. 
BECAUSE IN HERE IT FEELS LIKE WE ARE TRULY THE FORGOTTEN ONES....


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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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Diomedes attacks


Diomedes attacks

Diomedes attacks and the Trojans recurve
black his panoply's crest, undulates on his gear
where the less brave of foes will disorderly swerve
by Athena he's blessed and she ushers his spear.

Does his bravery dare to confront mighty Gods
and acclaim his immortal Olympian soul?
through victorious fights, he received accolades,
'tis the ultimate scope and the hero's first goal.

Aphrodite and Ares, he injured in vain
thus was driven away from his Dorian realm
on Apoulian ground, and established new reign
the Argive, more sagacious restrengthens his helm.

© 09-25-2013, G.V., All rights reserved
(Anapestic Tetrameter)


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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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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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ATLANTIS

Far beneath fathom's kept, where the dead men,
Dare not speak of forgotten kingdom's hidden deep,
Under waves chilling currents, in the aquatic blues,
 Burial zone.
Behind seaweeds thickened greenery, and corals
 Reefs decorative stealth.
An ancient mystery's truth lies undiscovered,
Pull back times curtain reveal a world turned up,
Side down.
Once a utopian society lived, bathed in the
 Warmth of the sun.
Shinning by brilliance light aglow in
 Architectural marvel.
Civilization’s corner stone, etched with 
Diversity's trade mark.
Idealism in perfection orderly form, 
Pictured framed amongst ,
Legend's greatest mysteries left unsolved, 
Yet it intrigues us.
A vast landscape spanning the horizon, 
Wealth's golden city.
Built brick by brick on sheer strength, 
Of will power and intelligence intellect.
A crown jewel of the ancient world but,
 It's existence has tarnished with age,
 Entering the realm of long ago,
 Mythological legendary myth.
But fortune's favor draws fates attention, 
Leaving unto follies end result greed's lust,
Deception’s cruelty, and slavery’s injustice.
The god's have little mercy for humanity’s,
 Sinister darker side,
And cast a titan's krackan to sly the
 Wickedness there in.
Destruction landfall hit Atlantis head on,
An eerie twilight’s hour destiny’s four winds,
Did scream why have you forsaken, 
Your children thus so.
No wraith's compassion could eliminate, 
Sorrows heavy burden to bare.
A nation, a continent wiped from the face
Of the earth, without leaving a trace vaporized,
In a instant.
Storytellers epically write words, telling of
Legacy's lost paradise.
It's valuable theology speaks volumes knowledge,
Of lessons to be learned so not as to,
 Be repeated again. 
In the devil triangle may it rest in peaceful slumbers, 
Dreaming state.
Until history's reawakening calls it name once more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN










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A Fairy Tale Day

 A fairy tale day
Of pink mauve and gold high lights
Caressed in purple 


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Freedom

I am a Jewish boy 
I wonder if I will ever survive 
I hear people screaming and crying 
I see skinny people with shaved 
heads 
I want to see my family 
I am a Jewish boy 
I pretend to smile 
I feel very scared 
I touch something that feels like a 
rock 
I worry if I will ever survive 
I cry when I see dead bodies 
I am a Jewish boy 
I understand someone ought to die 
I say people will survive and 
freedom will come 
I dream that I will survive this 
catastrophic event 
I try to save other people 
I hope for freedom 
I am a Jewish boy


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THIS LIFE

I know a place,where nothing and everything is possible
a place, where good and evil co-exist
a place, where joy and sorrow mingles
a place, where the hopeless hope in miracle to have hope
this life, is where survival begins and end.

I know a place, where only the lucky ones survive
a place, where hard work does not guarantees success
a place, where only the lucky few can make it
while majority lingered in abject poverty
this life, is where dreams are made and marred.

I know a place, where some people will do anything to make it
a place, where the downfall of someone is the breakthrough for another
a place, where conscience and soul can be bought and sold
this life, is where some people's tears  are others laughter.

I know a place, where happiness and sadness is not a matter of choice
a place, where you only get what comes to you and not what you desires
a place, where some people live at others mercy
this life, is fair to some and unfair to others.


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THE FALL OF BAGHDAD

     THE FALL OF BAGHDAD
What rite of passage, moves one to the light,
and through the healing of all earthly ail,
bestows this breath of life, to make it right,
Oh Babylon, tis time for life to fail.

Harm thee no thing, no spirit in the sky,
nor any beast nor fowl who's meant to flyl

In algebric expression, your unknown,
will show the spirit world we fail to see,
Your recognizing from your flowers grown
In Poppy fields, your highs not meant to be.

We've paid the price, for all to bear your sin
And left you with no peace you have to win.

Each algebric expression drives us mad,
now your unknown is where we have to hide,
it matters not your ending will be sad,
Scheherazade may dance, but she has lied.

The streets of Baghdad--Babylon's decay
Are made to waste, they will not have their day.

No Shamanistic eye can bear your weight,
nor transforms what you've been to other things,
and when you see the truth, it's all in hate
that brings the end, of which all life now sings.

Witch Doctors all have read bones all the same,
It is our end, and Babylon's to blame.
© ron wilson


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THE DUKE

A lone rider sits high in the saddle,
As the horizon's sunrise spreads across,
The open prairie.
Twin pearl handed pistols rest at his side,
As rusty spires clang against wooden planks,
At the deadwood saloon.
Legends cowboys whisper his name,
On the dry desert winds,
A giant of a man whom breathed
Life again into the legacy,
 Of the old west.
His side swagger's walk trademark
On the larger than a life screen.
The duke truly represents the great 
American hero on horse back.
Six shooters drawn at high noon's 
Count down,
John Wayne's the trail dusts equalizer,
He always remained on the right side,
Of tin stars law.
The tumble weeds rolls along a dirt path,
As tall cactus stand on an arried canvas,
Life here is harsh and mean,
Where only the strong survive.
Bold individuals with the inner
Strength against god's forbidden land.
Harden men whom lived by one simple,
Rule I will do what ever it takes
To stay alive.
He'll join the ghost riders,
Forever driving the lords herds
Across the grand divides vast
Prairie sky’s as the sunsets
In the old west.
Alone figure rides high in saddle,
Set against a legends back drop,
Hell bound for glory,
In a cloud of gun smokes fog,
Behold the duke emerges,
With his hat on straight
And gun at the ready.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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DAVY JONES LOCKER

Beware young lad, tis the dawning of thy demise,
For the water witches screams, are carried on the
Winds breath, of the tidal waves hurricane.
Be-she, the banshie of the fathom’s abyss, treacherous
Mistress, beguiling temptress, enslavement's captive, 
Whom belongs to the sailors devil himself,
Thus she announces her masters arrival,
Known is he, as Davy Jones.
Aquatic demon, the soul feast-er, appearing perched
Upon the four masted sailing vessel, a seething fiend,
With ivory white fangs, red piercing eyes flash against
The storms rage.
The predator to prey ratio, delights this beast, from hell's
Deepest pit, it's relishing laughter, does chill the mariner,
To their very bones within.
Atop his ghoulish head, arises bullish horns, to drive
The undead, beneath the seas watery realm.
Fly swiftly, all seafaring men aboard, for the dark wrack's
Shadow,  mars  thy voyage, for death's imitate sacrifice.
Crimson gloves, do hold a set of golden keys, to chains
Shackled locks, behold phantom wave stalkers.
Lost souls of the forgotten, servitude’s salves of the
Murky bottoms depths.
Treasures locker keeper, within the heart of the sea,
Does lie, a cold  guardian stands watch, over it's
Precious contents, bound forever as persecution's
Divine punishment, from Poseidon, the great
Lord of the seven seas.
Answering their captain's hailing, the soulless crew,
Climbs aboard his ghostly craft, heading ever upwards,
To the unknown beyond.
Accursed windjammers, cutting against the rough surf,
Emerging as a seaweed covered derelict, it charges forth,
Riding upon the edge of the ultimate storm.
At fates spinning wheel, Davy Jones hands are set steadfast,
Awaiting the newly undead, to join his brackish crew.
The living pray for mercy grace, salvation's angels
Save us, pleading on knees bent low, Oh Lord Almighty,
Hear the sailors voices, crying out in sheer terror.
But the devil dues must be paid, for other 
Mariner’s safe passage.  
To night behold the tolls collection plate is passed,
And is served by evils blackest hand, nay it's filled
Not in gold, but instead ti's flesh to the living bone.
Served on a silver platter, to none other then
Davy Jones himself, listen to his echoing laughter,
Filling the chilled air's darkness, 
Than plunging beneath the briny depth's below.
Nothing remains but a legend's myth or so
It is said.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Vengeance is Mine

the sack cloth lay
black as ash upon the mourners  
the sack cloth lay
tears could not soften or defray
rods could not break its rough corners
upon witnesses at vespers
the sack cloth lay


Revelation 11:3
And I will cause my two witnesses to prophesy 
a thousand two hundred and sixty days dressed in sackcloth...
Romans 12:19 Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, 
but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, 
Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.



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Irish Slaves

Once upon a time we all used to live together. By we I mean blacks and whites. The people from Ireland 'Irish" lived with black Caribbeans. They were shipped from Ireland as slaves to west indian masters. they settled in a place called Montserrat. None of the were freed from slavery. They never had a law passed to free Irish slaves. However, after they finished their work of their masters they  eventually were set free. 
    Blacks lived with some Irish whites and British whites. They had to travel to Africa to gather people who knew nothing about slaves or slavery. They couldn't capture west indian people because that's where they came from. They used the money collected from their masters to buy their new slaves. African slaves were indeed freed by president Abraham Lincoln. Who wrote and signed the Emancipation Proclamation on January 1, 1863. 
    Even after slavery blacks and whites continued to live and work together. Some even had children by their masters. Things were this way for years. All they had was each other. All they knew was each other. The only two races forced to live together. Can't get along today in today's society. These facts maybe be a harsh reality, but oh so true.
They only two races of people that were not slaves were the Spanish and Italians.  They were never owned, sold, or brought by a black or white man. They fought for their belief and freedom. Also demanded respect so they would not have to bow down to any master. They never got captured and beat. They did the beatings and never got beat. They also lived in black neighborhoods. Which  sometimes caused riots. rivalries, and many fights.  Due to they fact that both races are very similar in alot of ways.
    Overall, blacks and whites both endured slavery to some extreme. Our ancestors would, protest, march, died, and sacrificed for our freedom today. So I don't understand why there is so much hate in the world today. If you don't know your past;you won't be able to handle your future. You will be without understanding. History does repeat itself. Thank You!


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Bran the Blessed a variation on a Cyhydedd Fer (Welsh traditional form)

Where Lud gave wing, Blessed Bran doth sing
true oracle the visions bring,
from midnight’s land, bear burning brand
the Queens of old, gift Druid hand.

Shadow depth seek, sharp sable beak,
pierce psyche veils when prophets speak,
messenger calls through ancient halls
where Raven reigns the Tower walls.

Fey healer fly, the night-world sky
initiate Ovates nigh,
beckoning deep, iconic keep,
hark Raven calls to dreamless sleep.

Where Lud gave wing Blessed Bran doth sing
true oracle the visions bring,
from midnight’s land, bear burning brand
the Queens of old gift Druid hand,
the Queens of old gift Druid hand.


Details | I do not know? | |

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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THE DREAM

I've dreamed an admirable dream,
To touch the monolith's of Stone Hedge,
And understand their meaning.
What a bounty of knowledge have these
Once cave dwelling people leave us
As their legacy.
A hovel's kindred, whom came from
The darkness within the earthen tomb,
To experience the sun light, at the day 
Break of a new age dawning.
Not a transparent reality as now,
But an evergreen world, for them
To utilize.
An Eden to explore, a wild untamed
Wildernesses, calling to them come
See what I have to offer thee.
Oh what would I give to see this 
Wondrous place, where wild life roamed free.
This is my dream,
What would I give, everything???

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
02-10-2014





 





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These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | Free verse | |

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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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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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


Details | I do not know? | |

"......Prophecy......."

Revelations....

Tears are red

Hearts are blue

A pantheon 

Pantomimes

Paradigms

For, me and you

Metaphores....

On distant shores

Approaching

Soon ~

Marching bands

Dripping hands

Warriors

Beyond 

Your view....

Tears are red

Hearts 

Their blue

Melting stars

This, bursting moon

Pantomimes

Panoramic signs....

Paradigms

Foretold times

Prophecies

Coming 

True ~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The End of Days!?


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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


Details | Light Poetry | |

' More Than Any Of Us ... '

Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar
Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar
Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored     ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 )
Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord

Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured
Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured
Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred
Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord

The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp
The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More

The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar
The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander
The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor
The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power

The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable
The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable
The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible
The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable

Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board !
Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord !
Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard !
Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword !

(He’s Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!)

So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral
Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple
Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol
Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol

The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can’t Afford
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored
It’s All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord

Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar                             ( Rev. 13: 11-15 )
Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors
Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core
The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War       ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) 

(Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born)

    GOD … Please Grant Us:
     The Courage Of Jesus
     The Strength Of Jesus
       The Loyalty Of Jesus
        The Love Of Jesus

          The King Of Kings               ( Rev. 19: 16 )
         The Prince Of Peace             ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 )
             & The Amen …                 ( 1 Cor. 1: 20  &  Rev. 3: 14 )
That’s Why … In The Name Of Jesus  ( Philippians 2: 9-11 )

                 Amen

            His  MoonBee


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Cues

My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir!
I am down back to zero going again you see.
I carry a silver stick just for you not for me.
Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir.
 
Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr.
My summer is magic my winter cues as be.
I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee.
But in between this world is a cross to incur.
 
And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross,
Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be  at a great loss!
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009
.


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The PT 109

The movie called, The PT 109
Portrayed the war, and an uncle of mine.
The film was written, and was true at that
For all his shipmates, he would go to bat.

President Kennedy, was in command
My Uncle Lenny, was his right-hand man.
We were at war, with Japan in the past
Hoping it would end, not long would it last.

For dusk had set in, when their boat was hit
Fire had started, in half the boat split.
They gathered their friends, and swam to a shore
They gave their all, till they could give no more. 

Some shipmates were hurt, and needed to eat
Most didn’t have, any shoes on their feet.
Many days went by, and nobody came
Their moods were dampened, they just weren’t the same.

Scared and frightened, it was so hard to cope
Their rescuers came, before losing hope.
Excited and tired, to camp they went
When they recovered, to war they were sent.


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Ring of Truth

The First Round

You are a pothole that I swerve not to hit.

But you follow my trail endlessly and the sniffing.

When I am cornered I lash and teeth bare menacingly.

We circle each other looking for an opening and claw.

The words make me bleed but ignoring the pain.

The Second Round

Hurling insults and curses the fight searches our past.

I am knocked down from a memory and slowly gain my feet.

I throw a cross at your fears and you stagger with pain.

The referee gives you a standing eight count and the bell sounds.

We sit in our corners and take water and advice.

The Third Round

The crowd roars as we touch gloves and you give me a hook to the body.

I am cut and its deep but the doctor examines me and says I can go on.

The hook brings deep shame and I can't breath and holding the ropes.

My corner knows I can't go on so a white towel comes.

The referee stops the fight and we pay him when we leave.

The next couple are in the lobby sitting waiting for the doctor.


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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


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Never Back Down

They tell me that i'll never account to anything. They tell me that i'll never be anything in life. They tell that i will never actually achieve to be great. But when they say this i say i do account for something. I will be amazing in life and i will achieve the most greastist thing in history. I will never back down. I will stand tall and shake my head and say DONT TELL THAT I'M NOTHING. WHEN I SHOW YOU MOTHER-F*****S THAT I WILL BE GREAT IN THIS LIFE AND MY SPIRITS WILL FLY HIGH AS I REACH THE SKY!!!!!!!!!! deciated to zach harless


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The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


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Dragons

Dragons are evil
Dragons are very different
Dragons are kings


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Pachamama

In between deserts
Ocean there I lie
Pachamama
As  high as elimino tide
In dream in one piece

Palm heart cactuses
Tides echo  pacific  whales
Land of accasias in treasures
Pachamama fly my soul in whale

The wound grow ashes in tears
Desert to pacific gate to open forbiden
Meet Kurosho collides Oyashio
Pachama will comeback all in one piece


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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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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 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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THE BOY KING

THE BOY KING

Oh youthful monarch of Egypt, so young to die and yet live again.
In the nether world a Pharaoh's golden death mask is lain upon
A boy king.
In silences crypt a stilled figure lies in stacious frozen freeze.
Until Ra's first rays kiss the dawn and they embrace in passions 
Fiery flame.
Behold a rebirth an emergence from death's chilling shroud.
In the valley of the dead his caucus’s soul walks amongst
His ancestral ancestors.
Lost deities whom balance the hearts of men
Against the feather of truth
 Speak his name with honor's reverence.
Legacy's inheritance a throne built in the shadow,
Of hierarchy’s indignation yields,
To restorations royal seal barring his title of rebirth
Tutankhamen.
The great sphinx retracts it's sharpened claws,
As this small emperor’s spirit bows with nobility’s,
 Humblest of respectfulness at his marble feet.
Without fears emotions he thus stands all alone,
 Before this stone giant of idles sacred worship,
At his touch this littlest of divine gods,
  Turns a stone beast into flesh.
And beneath the night's blanket of stars,
 He is welcomed
Into the warmth of the lions main.
A living creature cradling this child of light,
Slowly fallen into dreams eternal sleep once more.
In the halls of Karnack a peaceful lullaby plays,
Upon invisible instruments, in a gentle soothing.
Rhythmic tones the music plays.
As a woman's voice sings of a beautiful desert spring,
That turns into the Nile's fertile waters,
 Feeding it's eternal life.
And thus the boy king sleeps wrapped in slumbers,
Golden fleece, listening to the holy Melody,
Which is ancient Egypt.
Finally at peace within the kingdom of thieves,
A Pharaoh of the golden realm.
Hush now beware do not wake him,
Or his curse may claim another victim.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Part I of Indian Summer

Slowly, 
The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.

I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.

The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for my attention.

The aptly named Sept/ember
Ignites itself against the skies
And sets my thoughts asmoulder;
The inspiration I have begged and badgered
To arrive, does so at last
By its own rule, on its own clock
In the deep of the night
While I should be asleep.

I awake,
Dreams close behind my shoulder,
And find myself at this crossroads,
Inexorably older.


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Living for Something and Dying for Nothing

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 lasting freedom you know what I mean.


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The Darkness at Noon

     The Darkness at Noon

Tombstone never looked so good
With doomsday coming down 
On the dusty Arizona town
The OK Corral near by 
The Clanton-McLaury gang on hand
With no one else about
The Earp boys in the wings
Thinking things out
Doc Holliday also in tow for the show
The darkness at noon began 
Guns rang out
30 seconds flew by and 30 shots fired
2 cowpokes fell to the ground expired
Justice prevailed that afternoon
Though darkness shadowed the mood
A legend began that cold dark day 
When noon turned into night 
In old Tombstone
                                                                                                                   (Darkness at noon contest en


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Cro-Magnon


The Cro-Magnon started to preach
the tribe was hanging from his lips;
coarse beastly voice emerged to breach
the lack of speech and concept grips.

He was the shaman of the clans;
in his night dream he visioned game;
the bison herds roam Tundra lands,
his grapheme sounds tried to exclaim.

His bony hands reached up to skies,
his beard was resined and throat clogged,
transmitted growling his advice
to minds that dithered scared and fogged.

"This is a message from the Gods"
his grumbles suffer to pronounce
his language is a growling calque,
he jumps up front, and starts to flounce.

The Cro-Magnon flounces and jumps
upon the crags transmits wisdom
his bony fists lift to aboves
and growls his calque to sky's freedom.

"This is a message from the Gods"
his agony repeats the words;
the message growls throughout the crags
echoes and scares rock snakes and birds.

"This is a message from the Gods"
the rumble of countless hoofs nears,
the earth shakes while he forebodes,
- his face-grimace in dirt and tears.

Beyond the crags the human stares,
huge are the gods with hoofs that thrum;
become the prey of hunters' snares,
that throw them down beating the drums.

The smiles reveal their broken teeth,
the Cro-Magnons ignite the fire,
and celebrate dancing beneath
the night's dark calls and growls of ire.

© G. V. 04-11-2013
(Iambic tetrameter)






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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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WOMAN

Day by day we pray to stay alive, ladies, the face of this world is slowly changing, no longer do we need to hold our heads in disgrace, and it’s about time we take our place. No longer let us be connived, nor let us forget the silent cries in trees that our sista’s souls are still hangin’, see the true in others denies rather waistin’ yourself complaining. Nor keep us from strength to stand by man, strength to leave if struck by hand, no more bruises upon our face for we also help to make this race. No more scars upon our souls for only marked with beauty moles and let our stories be fortold for we are women who behold, a key to inspiration and moral pride, coming out of our hide, Gods rules are to which one should only apply, but most chose pain to keep inside, left alone and died. Your elimination of God’s creation, we are but faith to this nation. Men of ignorance we are sick of belligerence, cuz we prove intelligence, cuz where there’s no woman there is no man strong and on this land we belong as distinct and separate persons walk along. Before your ignorance get the respect that you so vainly seek, practice what you claim til' all things you do or speak shall in reality be the same, nor let us be so eased to blame and give us our well earned past due fame, all musical and sorrowful stories contained. My people, make me proud to know your name and I’ll return the favour by doing the same.
For all men whom think us fast, remember the good ones always finish last, we women are still raped future and past so personally you can kiss my ... In us your babies wombs all your life fluids we consume, to mothers growing up too soon, to those mommas babies and daddy’s maybes.....REMEMBER, when your round to actin' shady, we are the ladies of this land, women with pride we stand, I am a WOMAN and for equal respect, I would do it again!!!


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THE COLOSEUM

The Colosseum, welcome young gladiator,
To the arena of death, sharpen thy sword, and raise
Your shield high, bow to the emperor, known as
Caesar.
Listen to the mighty roar of the crowd surrounding
You, is it not a deafening sound, seemingly, by it's sheer
Force alone, causing the earth to shake around thee.
Behold you've been chosen to compete, in this the
Cathedral of crushed bones and mangled flesh.
Here where victory's foe, may drown beneath a
River of red crimson, from his own brethren kindred.
A marble lain thunder dome, to quench humanities
Insatiable lust, for blood's sport, torture and mayhem. 
The deadly game meant to appease, the crowd,
And high born bred royal, and nobility.
Behold the grand delusion put on full display,
As the Christian Martyr, falls upon his crucifix
Of faith, embracing salvation, to cultivate
A new religion, yielded by the mortal
Fleshes sacrifice.
Dine well king of beasts, smiling with a cattish,
Grin, of sheer delight, licking his paws after
The feast set before him, is done with it's screaming.
Trumpets sounding horns, announce the next act,
To step forward upon this stage of twisted reality.
Be bold youthful Gladiator, for experiences sword
Arm faces opposite of thee, waiting for the signal
To be given from above.
Clashing titan's of survival, warriors with weapons
Drawn, leaving no quarters for retreat, mercy's resolve,
Lies only at the sharpened edges blade point.
It is to the triumphant, goes victory's  spoils,
He whom receives, the thumbs downwards sign, lives.
A heroic image, limping and bloody, half falling
To his knees, to bow unto the majesty and might
Of Rome itself.
Achieving the greatest prize of all, to live
And see another days dawning, 
And fight another battle,
Within this ancient mausoleum of doom.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




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Hero Cowboys

Hero Cowboys

The peaks of the Rocky Mountains
The  mighty rivers of the northwest
The epic wastelands of the south
The endless miles of grass in the east
Men wandered surviving them all
Horses were their only family
Their guns their only friends
Every hill could bring a new life
Every turn hides death from a piece of lead
Names like Gene, Roy, Tom and Audie
They lived every Saturday afternoon
Fighting in a small town’s saloon
Shooting the bad man in a gunfight
They never hurt an innocent
They lit up a dark movie screen
To millions of boys they were heroes 
Always fighting for the power of right
They always got the girl in the end
Where have the western heroes gone
The ones who were faithful to their characters
Hollywood has moved on
They don’t make heroes any longer
They are only found in fifty year old reruns
If you are lucky enough to find them


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Inferno Negro

the negro is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the reason. but i say Jesus is the reason for the devilish seasons excuse my blatant response to the evils that have been done in the name of the SON. the inferno negro is the movie of this country, always watched and critic-ed. you must understand that self hating is very wicced, misunderstood when you walk through a suburban neighboorhood the devil is screaming conform!! conformm!! inferno negro you dont belong so just get along, even if the devil knows. the devil knows your story and your weakness and he lives behind and inside the so called supremacy system we live within. peace inferno negro know thyself for you are so lost in this Babylonia hell.


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SHE IS LADY ZOYA

SHE IS LADY ZOYA From rich bucket bills of grandeur bliss Dawns wobbling chills from cruel treachery Harsh is the murmur of the night, my Lady Has Aidos spang slain as disgrace ink reign? Swarm of bees threats and afire the days Seems... to live life, one must be on break away Gowns and golds gone like a storm Tears a rain clouding the seeds of reform Never-say-die attitude the tarring rock Ah! The Lady Zoya got this trait in blocks Shut down on countless turbulent thuds Still, she arise like a Monarch from the mud Royal blood dance viscous to her veins But to burlesque shows, she swayed in vain For her children: Nicholas and Sasha. Her picturesque-like the late Princess Diana. Huge fire almost killed her children She changed. Later became, a fashion designer Simon Hirsch saw a diamond from a spread of roughs He married and dressed her in lovelier stuffs The tambourine music of war took her husband life Penthos again bathe her ever wounded thrive Yet, love abounds never did she succumb She strive to strum melodies from the crumbs ________________________________________________ **Zoya Konstantinovna Ossupov is a Russian countess, a young cousin to Czar Nicholas II during the Russian revolution and World War I.. Terms: Aidos: shame, can range from a sense of respect Penthos: grief, suffering ©O. E. Guillermo 9:38pm; November 11, 2014


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The End To A Wild Ride

This is the end of all the rollercoasters we have rode
So dont look back
Because the world is going up in smoke
Just ride along with me
We will find eachother when the light goes out

Lost in a Wilderness
Will we find ourselves again
After we have been blown up into peices
Who will survive?
Who will make it to the end?

The clouds will darken
And the sun will go black
There bombs will drop
And Silence our voices

Would we have found the love 
We were searching for in the 60's
Would we have found the peace
We researched in our childhood

Would we have fixed bullying
and told children about Columbine
Would we have stopped the Depression
And told children about the help they can get

Would we be ready when the world ends
Or will we be left in the past
Would we believe in God in time for our ending
Or will we still be selling books on another religion

One day we will forget how to hope and learn how to fear.


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THE BLACK VICTORY

Looking at the hues of these lives: 
Civilization has wasted so much time, 
Sharpening our old and rusted tool in hand:
We have come far with change, as nature brought the play:
Folks of a hue sail out of their coast, 
Navigating across oceans in search of wealth, land and fame; 
These sailors discovering other hues not as theirs; 
Showering these in-lands with gifts – 
Leading the in-lands through trade – 
Deceiving and robbing them out of their intelligence. 
Taking advantage of the indigenous people made possible:
Pruning the mess that has grown up without care; 
Bringing about the movement of the Republican Party; 
That set the crown of glory upon Abraham Lincoln’s head:
Not to forget the civilians’ blood,
That streamed in most streets especially that of Gettysburg; 
By the south war against the north: 
The greatest and all time American’s president got shot. 
Civilization did sigh for humanity as matters turned from bad to worst.
Many years after, many freedom fights emerged;
As Martin Luther king’s dream fought for civil right,
Breaking the neck of slavery and prejudice: 
We lived to see a black president of the United States,
 A dream That Abraham Lincoln also thought possible. 


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The Tale of the China Poblana

Jarabe tapatío in the Plaza Castillo
Girls dance in the Mexican night
The floral bouquets of their dresses ablaze
A rainbow of colors so bright

But it wasn't so, such a long time ago
When dances had little such drama
So stay for a spell and you'll hear the tale 
Of the lovely China Poblana

This Rajputi princess delighted the senses
So flawless in every way
In sari and shawl, just thirteen and small
She strolled by the seaside one day

Her biggest regret, she could never forget
That morning when she was taken
By pirates abducted, escaped but corrupted
And then by her betrothed forsaken 

Sad and contrite, Meera fled in the night
Where a mission took her in care
With dear Father Xavier, she accepted our Savior
And passed all her evenings in prayer

But it was for naught, for again she was caught
By the Portuguese pirates once more
And despite being brave was sold as a slave
In Manila to serve as a whore

No one could foretell her of the fate that befell her
Or know that her tears were in vain
As the captain who bought her, saw in Meera a daughter
For his childless friends in New Spain

On the trip she was clad disguised as a lad
To shield her from the sailors' desire
But when she arrived, her silks were revived
And she was dressed in her finest attire

In sari and shawl, this exotic doll
Made a stir in Puebla that day
Women were gawking, and couldn't stop talking
Of her Indian garments so gay

She started a fashion, to this day still a passion
Of Mexican feasts and folklore
For the dresses they wear to dance on the square
Are based on the garments she wore

And the name of the dress, you won't have to guess
And you won't have to wait till mañana
'Tis the self-same as her little nickname
They call it the China Poblana

They'll tell you forthwith of mysteries and myth
And the piety of the beautiful maiden
In holy nirvana she saw Christ and Madonna
'Twas the burden with which she was laden

The charros are dashing, the sequins are flashing
In Puebla they dance on the square
In each tap and each twirl, trips a Rajputi girl
But of this they are scarcely aware

And nearby in the temple, serene, white, and simple
In the sacristy, near a Madonna
Flowers are laid for the Indian maid
At the tomb of the China Poblana

N.B - In colonial Mexico a "chino or china" was any person from the orient.
Click "About this poem" above the title to see the notes.


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....Dreamscapes....

The red eyed jack said to the yellow eyed queen

Bishop on the back nine towards the black eyed king

Running from a rabbit down a purple parrot chute

Before a gallery of jokers aneath this crimson rising moon

While as a pauper dressed in lavender upon a silverish made mare

Led the ranks of pawns through this, truth or dare....

Checker board white and, checker board square

Billboard confessions to the ravens palm behind the tarot card tree

As the white knight bent his javelin and fell from, her metamorphical steed?

Before these syliphical jesters broke their ranks to, somehow agree

While the yellow eyed jack wiped a fortunes tear from, the red eyed queen....

Children lost; smiling and cheering upon the ruins; this, once golden king!?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dreamscapes


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THE CATHEDRAL OF STONE

Within the cold gray stone,
It lives a spiritual humming,
A strumming rhythm of natures
Raw essence.
Breathing rock inhaling, exhaling
As the earthen elemental surrounding
Conscious thought.
Knowledge’s smoothed edges, leave
Reasons rough coarseness exposed.
Humanities deaf ear, hears only, 
The hollowing of the four winds,
Shutting out enlightenment's truth.
Natures dream weaver touches 
Heaven,
With her softest silken finger tips,
And gods canvas falls unto earth.
 Behold a tapestry deepest blue,
Lit by universal stars.
In the stone circle,
Mankind lifts innocence vial,
Revealing ignorance blindness
Of sight.
And feels humiliation smallness.
It's singular aloneness, individuality,
Quest for immortality exists,
On baron grounds frosted soil.
In stillness silence, behold the
Ring of fire.
Lighting divine spirits to flame, 
Flickering embers alight igniting
Destiny's spark.
Intellect, intelligence a rebirthing
From deaths black darkness.
Within the cold gray stone,
It lives a spiritual humming.
A strumming rhythm of 
Natures raw essence.
Breathing rock, inhaling,
Exhaling.
As the earthen element’s
Surrounding conscious thought.
A cathedral of stone, 
With one disciple
Left in prayers knelling position.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


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THE OLYMPIANS

Amongst the heaven's vast divides in the kingdom,
Of the God's the hills have eyes.
Here mighty Zeus commands with an iron fist,
And lightnings deadly thunder bolts.
Beware humanity the Olympians watch over thee,
In the grand pantheon’s arena known as the blue, 
 Planet called earth.
Written in sacred text ancient scrolls are legends,
Hero's whom fall and rise with the whims of
Those four twisted sisters called the fates.
Praying in pagan temples to divine deities.
Virgin maidens cry innocence tears on the
Fallens behalf.
Courageous champions performing on,
A grand theatrical stage to appease nobility,
Almighty audience.
Hercules half beings mortal flesh an indestructible
Landside of raw strength a force to be, 
Reckoned with no power on earth could,
Over throw his father’s immortal throne.
Achilles tempered steel wrought and lain,
Upon human flesh.
In reverences shadow of a woman’s desist,
Dies at the feet of reverences unmerciful beauty,
 Named Helena.
Bloods spear of destiny lies quivering, on
The far distant shores of troy.
As a wooden horse burns beneath heavens,
Moonlit sky.
Greenery's loyal leaf encircles mankind’s,
Spiritual soul to honor lost hero's in the,
Elysian fields of the dead.
Silent echoes whispers linger among eight
Peaks near creet.
In reans ashes and destructions broken temple
Walls life remains at rests domanate state.
At victory's trumpet call shall these guardians,
Rewake to take their place again amongst,
The univeral map of galatic stars,
The oylampians. 
But your legacy's remembrances leave,
A magnificent brilliance no dynasty can,
Compare with your shinning example.
We remember thee blinded by thine,
 Everlasting beauty.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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STONE HEDGE

Hear across my native soil,
The calling, 
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.  
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance. 
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and 
Healings curing power. 
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN














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King Leonidas 300 And Counting

          King Leonidas 300 and Counting

It was 480 BC
King Leonidas with 300 Spartan warriors held Thermopylae Pass
Fought against the vast immortals horde of Persian forces
Lasted and endured the Xerxes army
3 days with 4,000 allied strong for Greece 
Resisting the first 2 days in mighty battle
With only 1500 strong 
The third and final day belonged to Xerxes
Leonidas lost 299 of his men to battle
His allies also perished 
In the Persian wave of death that day
                  The Gate Awaits
Derivatives of angled forces bent on destiny
Armored warriors spears and shields in hand
In V shape lined to face the demon foe
With swords extended confront a morbid horde
Certain death to follow
They stream upon their vile inhumanity
Through history and to this very mortal day
Nourished ground with noble blood
To spring our civilization forth  
That which flows through time forever in our veins
For freedom…. never sleeps…but pulses toward the light
That final perfect design which defines us
They are the souls of history
300 marched and died there in the sands
Xerxes in his promise to erase all memories of Greece’s fame 
To destroy all poetry and poets (for that alone he should die)
Now sleeps, the demon that he is, forever
In an unknown grave
And even I cannot pronounce or spell his name   




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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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Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.


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Sam Childers

A drop of blood
Onto my soul
I weep
I am unworthy and weak
A drop of whiskey
To make me brave
The pen has power, but not enough
In my tears I no longer sleep
The voice of a child so soft and sweet
In silence he did speak
Save the children



Dedicated to a man far greater than I
( To be continued, the epic will follow )


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


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Gods Holy War

Oh! Sleep come claim me for thine own
My mind it wanders far and deep
To distant lands and shores unknown
Far beyond this castle keep

To fight for God on land and tide
To make the heathen understand
My kindred brethren at my side
A christian vow a sword in hand

Their foreign tongues and ritual chants
Oh! Lord they know not what they do
Forgive them Lord their ignorance 
Their demi-gods they falsely woo

God grant me strength to bare the proof
From those that practice to deceive
Sins of the flesh and cloven hoof
Oh! What a tangled web they weave

'Tis only death and death alone 
Will cleanse the soul and purge the mind
As rabid dogs tear flesh from bone
The will of God his axe they grind

The Devils work must ne'er be done
Cross not our path nor bar our way
The Lord our God thy will be done
The Judas tree will rock and sway

No equal nowhere on this earth
Cruel deeds to shame Marquis De Sade
Whilst crimson tides iinfuse the dirt
Our just and holy Lords crusade

For Hell i've seen and made my own
Grant me my Lord my endless sleep
What devils deeds and seeds we've sown
In Christs own name how he must weep


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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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Life Of Death

Death is now Alive
Kid Conceived Deceased
A rebel of life


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Come by the Sword Die by the Sword

The Bard of the Norseman
A warrior’s fame and for glory all Norseman live worthy of life
Worthy the Norseman with warring axe to victory and spilt Saxon blood
For spoils of the serpent’s lair lie across the whale’s road
Far from the girls in the houses they love
Seeking a quest these warriors of Oden -always the dream for a bard’s song
Now set sail upon a journey –a glorious adventure- a hunting do they go
Do steer the battered sea-steed adorned by dragon’s head and tail
Endure the breaker of trees from artic northern hail
Skid the waves and endure towards a foreign mystical shore
Below a pallid sky-candle and darkening gray dim light
Nebulous rains doth hinder the rudderman’s  impeded sight
Till at last the first oarsman peers across the misty horizon 
Mystical panorama- calls acclamation unto Oden- makes call of reached land
These feeders of ravens rave honor into Oden
Lord of the gallows hath made the glory of the elves to shine
Down upon warriors the sun makes glisten- their metal horn helmets and shields
Set afoot to feed the eagles-prey on either Christian or druid-with a wounding-hoe
Seeking untold fame and glory and carry back a dragon’s hoard load
To brighten the battle-sweat of those made conquered 
And sing unto Oden- tell their tales- make legends of victors
Believing Valhella's glory to come thus hunting they do go  
Doth all Norseman perform deeds of valor with axe victory and slaughter-dew
So did live the Vikings Danes Anglo Saxons who wore warded blue


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THE QUEEN MARY

A floating grand duchess of her time,
Moored and held captive, by chains of elegance.
The great lady, holds her head up high, with prides honor,
Befitting such as her station allows, behold she is the 
Queen Mary, monarch of the seven seas, christened by royal
Command, notabilities finest vintage, blessed this her hollowed bow,
None other would do, for thy majesty, opulence’s marvelous diamond,
A jeweled liner, representing prosperity's golden age of fortune.
Fallen have her sister ships, beneath the God Poseidon’s unmerciful wrath.
She sheds a tear, on their behalf, and curtsy's with grandeur’s grace. 
As foam to spray, sending sorrows haunting blessing,
To thee, my lost comrades, I so do miss, forever thy shining luster,
Gems of rare clarity's brilliance, will be remembered, in the maritime
Log book of historical acclaim.
 I'll never forget thee, my sisters of the heart, carried is this message,
By swiftest currants tides, to the briny depths below.
Gracious madam, residing on the international stage of fame,
What secrets do they hold, beneath thy haul, though thy ports
Looking glass, many ghostly images do walk, your empty corridors,
Phantom voices do echo, within forgotten passages, of your 
Yesteryear's younger days of yore.
Mistress of intrigue, enchantress of mystery, a masked diva,
Hidden beneath celebrity’s face of beauty, decor and 
Design, textures layers delicately placed to entice the sight
And mind.
Legacy's last link to the past, she is of a shipping dynasty,
Of epic true titanic sized giants, vessels of statement,
To a culture built upon the value, bigger means better,
A classification that was doomed from the start.
Yet she can still dazzle us, with her romantic Victorian
Charm, always the lady hiding behind a veil of mystery,
Waving her silken fan of desire, to solve the unsolvable,
A trait of humanity is curiosity, to play with fire,
And in the end to get burnt by the flame.
A relic damsel in no distress, a vessel of olden days,
Bravo I say, we need such as she, to give life our life
Excitement, after all is it not the thrill of the chase,
That drives mankind forever forward.
Book my passage than, I'll board the next voyage,
And walk the plank for my own precious prides sake alone.
Call all aboard captain, for the queen of the seven seas,
For she is the queen Mary, held captive by chains of elegance,
A rare gem, in her own right that still shines.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



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One Among Many part 2

I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better. 
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
 I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
 I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.


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Architects of Humanitarian Crises

Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨

Once, mankind was forgiven from sin
but continue to embrace it like a trend

After the Flood many nations strolled
some didn´t want true history told

All mankind has got to realize
humanity had been vandalized

A few condemmed HIM to a Cross
and mankind became a hope lost

His testimony was like no other
a promise bonding men as brothers

So, was it hate, shame or pride?
The Shroud of Turin now abide

Something embedded itself into minds
their egos separated mankind thru time

From images of Christ to the Sphinx
mankind altered their faces with ink

Societies increased across the land
but some became marauding bands

Enslaved many to learn their ways
called indentured servants nowadays

Learning finally opened many minds
forbidden to most throughout time

Conquering became a lust
many thought they must

Barbarians embraced warfare
believing in war over prayer

Some journeyed to build
but most decided to steal

Robbing nations precious gold
slaughtering the young, and old
another story that was not told

Saw oppressing others was nice
ensnared some as their sacrifice

Oppression increased in the land
because of the barbarian's plan

Their business began to boom
and corruption shot to the moon

America, land of morality and hope
still someone was signing for dope

Capital´ism made a few very rich
sin and immorality, Islam tried to fix
paganism and Communism a glitch
a conflict to shove Christianity in a ditch

Old governments embraced the Klan
still got history's blood on their hand.

Kept society busy with Santa Claus
knowing its origin is spiritually false

They knew global warming was real
maybe too late, this just sent a chill

Interested learning secrets of the brain
Drug gangs driving societies insane

Kids with little future left in sight
hopes dwindled like the Knight

Then, later came Robin Hood
with good news from the wood

Someone revived human rights
still, some decided not to fight

No need for humantarian crises
diabolical plans rolling the dices

These sinful plans between hands
slaughtering the lambs of the land

We need to fix this mess
before we come to rest

Most of  world history twisted
some are now rying to fix it

For some Nations, it was too late
capital'ism quickly sealed their fate

Africa was a continent very rich
...now realizing it is in a ditch
never should´ve trusted Mitch

I even heard the Rossette Stone
was hidden in someone´s home

The secrets of Giza
painted in Mona Liza

Even the Eyptian Sphinx
tried to give mankind a wink
now hides her missing links

And, the pyramids contained a sacred Key
stolen by those not wanting us to be free

Someone hide Pandora´s Box
with final desination Fort Knox

Even, saw the Bible's Holy Grail
shipped by Fed-Ex Express Mall

Most gold, and precious artifacts
was found stolen, and hijacked

It´s hard for most to understand
they kept us busy with their plan

So, in this life we must cast our vote
moving forward with faith and hope

Those affected have become a scorn
got them hungry from dusk to dawn

World economies causing a recess
ego and pride got us in a big mess

The Middle East became a feast.
I wonder who planned that piece?

They say Mohammed started this fuss.
through history who dare finger Guss?

These differences in world religions
still affecting mankind's decisions

Humanity began in Africa and Irak
but millions destituted in a shack

The Americas to China has similiar pain
but yrants' view them as a social stain

And, there was oil for food
but someone became rude

So, once again East meets West
fighting over another treasure chest

Expenses reaching trillions
recovery costing billions
death in the millions

The greatest gift is charity
why concentrate on disparity?

We need to fix this mess
or earth soon to rest

Mismanagement of world funds
resources available by the tons

The poor and depair need more
still someone's locking the door

Feeling no guilt with pride
and the fortunes they hide

Corruption and terrorism sown
by a few of government´s own

Someone´s selfish plans ahead
have now made us very afraid...
maybe baked or nuked instead

Distitute's nourishment is baked dirt
nothing else or their stomachs hurt

Most of the time with nothing to eat
weeping for a peaceful night sleep

The 3 pathways to Heaven are narrow
selfish can learn from the sparrow.

When the next ATOM splits and divide
some gonna try to run and hide
knowing they deceived many and lied

So, don´t worry about a thing tonight
soon GOD will make things alright

Then, all children will be able to play
The Prince of Peace will come to stay

So, remember before it´s over
they too needed a shoulder

by: LP


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Keltoi – Celtic Warrior

Charge! He yelled in Goideli as he led in tribal tribal kilt.

The Celtic warrior advanced
with determined fighting spirit.
Boldly challenging his fears, facing the valiant Saxon struggle,

he prepared for resistance. 



He compelled his coercive compulsion

to fight for honor and to become valid.
Mortally wounded in fierce fighting 

he accepted his fate, his eminent death.

From the depth of his pain and suffering

he summed his strength and courage.

With one final breath he screamed, 
in Gaelic, 
“God bless the Irish.”



dea dhuit, clanadad eireinnan!



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Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                                       
                         cosmic conjuction
                                       
                               What's it's Function !


                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !


                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !


                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                         
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All


                                                                                              
 
                                            

                             


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Fury of Fire

The S.E.A.T. planes look like Vultures as they circle over head,
Dropping tanks of slurry over glowing trees of red;

An orange blaze crests the mountain top, then swallows the valley below;
As the smoldering ash floats back to Earth, it almost looks like snow;

The roar of the fire is deafening as it engulfs the forests decay,
And the black smoke is so thick in the air, it takes our breath away;

The heat blisters paint on the dozers, trying to cut a break,
It burns with an unknown fury, til nothing is left in it's wake;

The fire has a mind of it's own, carrying a heart full of wrath,
Taking life after life, incinerating all in its path.


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Look at the facts not the Debate

Do you see anything to smile about?
Someone was on fire during the debate
He drank so much water he stuttered
That a sign the raft of hell is getting hotter
Now I am more confused than ever

Our life isn't a political flash game
Do you see anything to smile about?

Today for me; tomorrow for you,
It only takes a few, to see and review,
The outlook on life, sadly it’s fading.
Before we are too quick to judge;
Do you see anything to smile about?

Many work places are going under;
Many people are on the unemployment line,
Not knowing what to expect or digest
Do you see anything to smile about?

Occupy Wall Street protest continue stronger than ever
Trying to save what's left of our future.
Only time would tell according to the scriptures
Occupy our minds let’s think of our children's future
Look at the facts not the faces
Do you see anything to smile about?

One keep smiling the other kept drinking
Many head of the households worries about Health Care
 What is life for a soldier on the front line? 

Do you see anything to smile about?
Yes I know a man is still a man
Even if he wears an expensive jacket and ties
Only differents  we as citizens have place 
 Such men in a high position to spy
We have to back it up and vote or choke
Do you see anything to smile about?

Relationships are dying Men and women for themselves
Broken hearts all over the place,
 The love of our patriach seizes
Do you see anything to smile about?

Homeless shelters are closing
 With or without people demonstrating or voting,
Do you see anything to smile about?

This is not any fault of our citizens 
Its bad management, how much more can we take
 It’s hard to smile during the recession besides a rebate!
Looks at the facts, not the debate
Partake and foresee our future.
We need more smiling faces.
We need to breathe!
Hell’s getting hotter,
 Apocalypse in mainstream
Now do you see anything to smile about?






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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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THE VIKINGS

Harsh winds blow from a baron frozen land,
Of ice and snow.
Exhaling Nordic gods breath a chilling mist
An eerie foggy vapor creeping along the
 Waters aquatic edge.
Rages angry seas lap against the wooden
Hauls as battle harden men brace for impact
Waves crack tarring asunder splinters oaken shell.
Yet these Icelandic warriors laugh at death,
Savoring it's flavor, and relishing their own bloods
Taste upon salted lips.
The devils seed lives within them, these
 Barbaric conquerors known to history as the vikings
By Thor’s mighty hammer does strike thus,
Against the anvils rough hewed edge.
Sparks fly igniting thunder and lightening below
Splitting apart the very heaven's themselves,
Odin exposes a distant horizons far off shore.
Hear the oarsmen drumming, a pounding, 
 It's hastening beat the inner heart of this vessel
Foretelling hells army will soon arrive,
At early morning highest tide.
Whom shall stand after this storm hits land fall.
The sword unsheathed will take vengeance fill
With it's blade dipped an ink well of blood.
No treaty signed can stop history's mighty wrath
Feel hot Norse breath upon your neck oh roman.
Seek thy brothers kinsman’s council for
 Safety’s sake alone.
Fears children hide beneath a gray cloak of innocence.
Illusions shelter of falsehoods arrogance delusion,
 Believing the walls of roman shall never fall.
A dark shadow is cast over thy world of glittering
Gold a plunders treasure chest a shinning example 
For glistening ripening to fill ill gotten
 Gains empty hauls. 
What price to pay for lies deceit, it's brilliance
Calls forth a trumpeting, a sounding for
 Deaths comforting.  
Valhalla gates open wide, to welcome
Vanquished heroes unto the neither world.
While Romanian drink deeply from deaconesses
Bloody cup.
The Vikings sing a victory song and voyage on
And Odin smile down upon his people 
With pride's honor restored.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Choka | |

Gladiator Wins

Strong, gladiator,
Thine blade is sharp also swift.
Thou fight for honor, glory.
For thine, love of heart.
Back and forth thee thrusts are keen.
Ye stand so bravely with brass.
Await opponents.
Scarcely; they approach, knowing,
Their fate of death from thine sword,
Though they know, quickly,
Thy; shall place your victory.
Among the past forces, well,
Their souls shall raise high,
By next arenas battle,
Another blazes thine sword.

written for
Sponsor Amy Green 
Contest Name Choka for a Chokehold  


Details | Epic | |

Where I am from

I am from day old make up, from hand me down clothes and sharpie covered arms.

I am from a dirt filled well and barefoot on gravel

I am from black and brown caterpillars to the landlord’s koi pond with orange and silver creatures nibbling on my toes

I am from unwanted yearly get togethers and harsh words and tears, from Tia and Lisa to uncle Ricky  and the kids who are unfortunate enough to understand

I am from stuberness and bitterness with flashes of extreme bipolar

From “never letting down your walls” to “men are not to be trusted”

Well I have news, I didn't listen

I am from the trees, the water, the earth, the wind and the sun. I am from everything and will come back again and again, something new but always ignored

I am from Portland, land of addicts and freaks

Ramen noodles and sugar-less kool aid to grandma’s boiled over salted chicken with bisquick mushy dumplings

From the uncle who’s afraid to get close, the mom who is now finally trying to  connect but will never be able to fix the static of our relationship to the aunt who does nothing but drown her problems with a bottle of whatever is on sale

I am from nowhere for I have been everywhere. the everywhere is nowhere. Home has never been a word used much, theres only rest stops

Sheds. trailers, friends beds and couches to the ground.

Life goes up and down, so I am from the waves of living, from doubt and open arms, from hands to hands, hiding in cracks.
I am from here.


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


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LAIR OF THE LIAR

LAIR OF THE LIAR

An inferno conjured out of sentimental prejudice.
A platoon of false connotations.
A joke lately told to its listeners.
The scales of justice are void of computation.

A facade of a cup bearer cannot adequate this thirst.
Neither the other of another justify the rest.
A theory that preserves with time.
In the bar,in our houses,in our hearts,the lair resides.


The white Man Narrated thus.
Black pods,foreign ships must come forth.
Cultivation was a viable motivation.
Beneath the lie was another lie lacking Confrontation.

Keys to the kingdom might not give power to its 
inhabitants.
The Masquerade in the day might seem the only true face.
The thief pounds the hammer on his kind for being caught.
We shall rue the moment only when put to waste.


written and edited by
oyewole abidemi en-classique
copyright protection upheld


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Perfidy to the Fidelity

I see perfidy to the fidelity which is replete of your treachery 
Too bad we ain’t cool, because for you was a melody 
About the despicable ingredients that thrive back then
To create aspersions for my heart to grow fat in
You having a back of mine was thought to be perpetual 
From grabbing the horns, I saw it was all bull
So when I manifest this light, you shouldn’t be in my sight
I’m watching my own back when you enter a fight
No more under the timber, will my name be in December
Forgive and forget the final Thursday of November
Perfidy to the fidelity, I’ll always remember 


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THE FORBIDDEN CITY

Bow the great dragons, unto the mighty,
Ruler under heaven.
The divine master's iron heel, lies upon the
Serpents neck.
For brilliance illusion a golden throne shines,
Blinding those whom refuse to see the truth.
The trail leading unto the river of blood,
Streaming across a ruined country side.
Striking powers scepter against angers, 
Weakest point his own peoples innocent
Beliefs.
How did this tyrant usurper create such,
Beauty with arrogance strangle hold??
A rampaging tiger tightly grappling,
All ends of a concord nation.
Tarring it's inner seams until it bleeds, 
Internally leaving it unable to breathe.
Push wide the ancient gates, and behold,
The forbidden city of crimson red.
Sky pillars an archway, holding seemingly,
Up the very heaven's themselves.
In awed amazement beneath the great steps
Of China towards Beijing’s southern most edge.
Lies a glittering palace, of opulence greedy design.
Honor bound at royal bidding's commend,
Living china dolls, porcelain ladies of finest
Quality, his majesty’s playthings.
Green emerald eyes, flash enticing mortals,
To venture beyond safety's threshold.
Meet certain doom for those whom,
Trifled between temptations desire to satisfy,
Lusts insatiable thirsts.
Or honors sacred trust between master and servant.
The lion guards his holy temple ready to strike,
With sharp talons drawn.
Drinking the blood of his vanquished enemies.
But falls unto shame as blackness vail descends 
Casting his dark soul unto the four winds of 
Destiny.
Even in deaths wake, split by thunder, and
Lightning’s mighty quake.
Doesn't the poised hood cobra lie in wait 
To protect this his sacred garden,
In the land of the rising sun.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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OSHUN: AFRICAN BEAUTY

Oh gracious mother of waters
beautiful woman has come
queen of joy pleasing to thy king
Oh green eyed silent beauty
Voice as sweet as a kind heart
Eye brows as straight as an arrow
Oh great mediator of divine
Fingers coated with melted gold
Shaped with a swan like neck
Oh princess among many others
Resolute cheeks steady as gaze
Gleaming hair with black locks

Oh goddess as capable as a king
lips as bright as berry fondant
Eyes outlined with silver glimmer
Oh daughter dark and comely
Legs long like the harvestman
Waist as round as a circle
Oh queen of beauty and devotion
Won respect in history of goddess
As most beautiful in your time
Remembered for beauty and power


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eski gunler

Sararmis fotograflar gencligim
Merhabayla gune kavusan 
Selam i gune dogan bir acili kahvede
Bulusan dostlugu  kadir unutulmaz mahelle
Simdi kaldi siyah beyaz fotograflar
Simdi kaldi anilar yaslanmis olmus dostlar
Korktumda kactim girdabindan
Senle sensiz bir hic...
Poyrazin ve lodosun sessizce isiltisini mehtabin
Ruzgarlari vurur odama dinlerim  hikayelerini 
Sesi sesim unutulmus siyah beyaz fotograflar


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The Caesars' Mad Rule

                                                                   I

Truly how blessed are we not to bow to the barbaric chivalry
Of emperors and kings’  in raging insanity
Historical madness runs in the house of Caesars

Considered great, ruler of lands and seas
The house of Caesar wrought constant battles and
Incestuous orgies
Leprous Tiberius crucified thousands under his feet
From simple paranoid fantasies,
Separating himself, even from family
Ruling from afar just as he pleased,
To hell with the senate and their democracy-

Maddened in fear 
A sweet young Caligula went to live
With his uncle Tiberius in his 16th year,
Ill of health from his day born
Caligula gratified by habits of Tiberius adorned,
Any evil or sin Caligula added to his very name
Even delegating his horse to the senate, 
laughing with no shame-

Oh and how his people loved him during his rising rule
Adoring his gifts to them, laughing whilst
To the senate he was so cruel.
 


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The Man Behind the Mirror

Behind the mirror, the man is seen Where on our streets surrounded, Friends Thousands met cold, untimely death With screamed echoes of souls unrest Bullets flied, guns blasted ceaselessly Children dead in their mothers’ arms Father, for his lost son searched Found him only, with parts cut in shreds. Behind the mirror, was the man there? Our Young children, to soldiers turned Educated only in field of war Guns carried, bigger than they can bear Faught battles, of no cause but fear To read or write, they dared not do But to shoot or kill, well informed they were. The man behind the mirror, how did he rest? Our babies, dead while he sound slept In his glorious, paradise mirror he kept Still offered nothing, but violence more Promised, inflicted upon innocents, murder If anyone dared open their mouths to speak Or, if orders came of his seat to render. Behind that mirror, my freedom he took Our homes Burned; our stores looted Citizens, chased out of a land to love Forced into exile for years so many Adapted to a culture so not ours From scratch, we started to build Until bit by bit, we rose so high above Like an eagle, up up and away. The man behind the mirror, for him I always blame The color so dark, on our backs stained Bruises so deep, forever left to heal Visions of his bloody watch, repeatedly, us plagued Flashbacks of dear ones loved, Snatched, And palmed away by cruel, hateful death With tumbled bodies over bodies All soiled up into one tiny hole. Behind that mirror, the man will always be With blissful look in his red, budging eyes Wishing evil gleefully, with a dark smile His laughter,joy, through my anguish I see My heart beats fast, like a thunder sound And the more my hate for him increase Oh how I wish, that mirror came crashing down Then, a taste of his own medicine, he shall get


Details | Ghazal | |

Iksiri zehir kendim

Ne dusle senle  gecti  yillar
Ne hikayeler  senle  yasadik birlikte
Bir gun yakin asik
Bir gun yabanci
Omur goctu boyle
Sanki  sen dusman bana
Hep birlikte yasanan  yillara
Kusmusun sevdasin boylesine
Soframdan  tat  almayan  sen
Yeni bir damak tadi  bulan ben
Sanki bilmem mi   gecmisimi 
Hic bitmeyen yanardag  ofkeni  
Ve siddetini yasadikca seni
Unuttum desem   unutsam desem
Sevgimle ortsem desem
Ayni bitmeyen ofke
Ne yapsam bilemem
Bu nasil hastalik  bende
Iksiri  zehir  kendim


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The Nine Muses

Calliope, gives us epic poetry, but not to me
Erato, erotica I’d rather have a cup of tea,
Clio, gives us all that is past and gone
Euterpe, gave mythology the giver of legends, every one
Melpomene, the muse gave us tragedy and many tears
Terpsichore, gave us dance, down through the long years
Thalia, is my favourite she gave a good laugh
Urania, astronomy I love watching stars from my bath 
Polyhymnia, muse number nine gave us song-not rhyme.


Contest Entry for Tracie's Nine poem, nine lines, nine words in each line 
~GG~ 11/01/2013



Details | Ode | |

Ramesses II, Remembered Still

No raised pinnacle marked the place
No pure white limestone shining
Where Ramesses slept looked commonplace
to foil the robbers scrying.
Yet he had moved the earth and sky
this pharaoh disdained all rivals.
His bounty buried beneath the sand
portrayed a life beneath blue skies 
his star encrusted tomb ethereal        
his Ka rising from Death’s hand.

The hills of Thebes his place of rest   
and beneath him his father lay            
amongst the great he’d be the highest 
his battle standards on display.             
He ruled with iron hand on staff          
as a Godhead he was portrayed.           
Most mighty and acclaimed, no man
was he, who felled the Hittite chaff;    
beneath his chariots wheels flayed      
the denizens of Egypt’s land.

Worshiped was he in temples true
his semblance graces Abu Simbel       
with eyes wide o’er lake so blue
his gaze belays the infidels.  
Beside him she, Nefertari
laid claim to a sacred place
held above all others his wife
most renowned for her beauty
a love to last through time and space
may all true hearts pay such tariff.


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WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR

where are the voices of the churches in the midst of this economic uncertainty?
where are the spiritual leaders the moral compass of society?
it seems that since the Rev. Dr. M.L. King died so has the fight for social injustice
what I want to know is why the leaders of the church 
seem to be sitting on the fence?
they seemed more concerned about building a new church
while their members are in a financial lurch

it's time to restart the movement by speaking truth to those in high positions
to let the Rebuplicans and Tea Party know it's not just them who can make decisions
we need to talk to our youth and tell them of what we've survived and endured
from slavery to the Depression now to this Recession that is closing down doors

they say they want smaller government when in actuality
they want to reduce the numbers of minorities getting decent salaries
for the government be it Fed, City or State is the largest employer
of the Black, Hispanic and Minority middle class structure

now they're going after the Unions trying to get rid of their collective bargaining tool
also reducing or cutting federal dollars to state universities and historic Black schools
how will our children ever be able to afford higher education?
connect the dots and see that it's a process of marketability elimination
WAKE UP MY PEOPLE why can't you see
what the Republicans are trying to do to the middle class families

so what are we waiting for? why have the churches not spoken out?
what are we waiting for? are the churches in denial and doubt?
it's time for the churches to step up to the plate
to speak out against what the Republicans are attempting to propagate
we now have an African-american man as President of this great land
yet the African-american church has yet to publically take a stand
we have not adminsihed those who belittle him and keep trying to take him down
we have not publically supported him nor have we made a sound

what are we waiting for? can't you see the writing on the wall?
if we don't act nor fight back we will all take the fall
what are we waiting for? it's time for the movement to restart
for us to be like the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther king Jr. we need to do out part


Details | Epic | |

Medieval Ages work still in progress

I'll write to you of medieval ages,
Foreign lands,knights and of many sages.
Medieval verse,and versification
With ancient meter I shall imitate,
To flesh out this age's animation.
And stories fictional and real I'll tell.

The souls of sundry virtues and vices
I shall show to men of all kinds of eyes,
So that I their souls might excite to life. 
Who truly is alive without his senses,
yet many minds live with mental fences. 
The Gods were chased away from this  bright land,

And many countries were drowned in darkness.
Art was unpainted,clogged up fairy wells. 
Unlearning became the new science of man 
And music deemed to be of Satan birthed 
For its mirth, and carnal rhythmic pleasures.
Oh of truth this divine art of muses,

Music's mothers, the soul with beauty fuses,
Yet still were libraries burned to ashes, 
and with timeless secrets the fool clashes.
 Empires undone from within and out,
To be hewn down by hounds to war devout,
Who from savage forests came to devour 

The sheep and the pampered puppies of Rome.
The Gods did pity these once great races,
the light torchbearers which the dark faces
with it’s all consuming flames of sheer might
which scorches into ashes scrap and dross,
to fuel its holy energy and fire,

the giver to mankind of life so sought.


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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 | Free verse | |

PETER'S MOUNTAIN

White capped peaks, set a calming essence's surroundings,
A hushed place of peaceful contemplation and serenity,
Time stands still here upon Peter's mountain.
In this isolation's retreat from the outside world, 
A lone solitary soul, does lean onto his walking staff,
Pondering thoughts of life's past experiences, and
 Remembering days, oh not so long ago.
Here this wilderness man, has a freedom that most
Men will never know, in his personal paradise
Of the forest wild.
Living off the land, did he so hack, and chop for himself,
Taking a small portions piece to live upon, 
A rustic cabin built in a meadow's glen,
It's more than enough for him.
A trapper's trade, by God's promised blessing,
Does he make a small living's income,
But wealth's gold, lies in them there hills,
Liberation's breath, to be inhaled, day by
Day with no strings attached.
Outside stands one stone, carved by his
Own hand, here lies my wife beloved,
Spring violets lain in hearts respect, unto
Her memory are thus given, as he wipes a
Single tear away, soon dearest in softest tones,
Is spoken by this rugged soul. 
The last is he of a dying breed of pioneers,
Those searching for the next grand adventure,
Just over yonder's distant horizon.
Daniel Boone's back pack fever, runs through
The mountain man's reins, and only death's
Blacken trail, can sever their need to roam.
Leaning against the fire place hearth,
Puffing on his corn-comb pipe, this dreamer
Makes peace within himself.
I've lived a good life, had myself a good wife,
Soon I'll join her, God be willing.
Slowly, he sits within the rocking chair,
And closes his eyes one last time, 
Allowing his bones to relax once and for all.
White capped peaks, set a calming essence's surroundings,
A hushed place of peaceful contemplation and serenity,
Time stands still here upon Peter's mountain.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




    

    

    

    


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ELVIS my impression

                           This is my impression of Elvis Presley 
I was vey lucky to be 16 in 1956 when Rock and roll came into existence the greatest music of all time and for all time, this is what it all met to me.


Elvis was the big bang to creating music like the big bang was to creating the universe
Before Elvis their was no rock and roll, no music, no dancing 
His look was unique
His movements on stage were unique
His voice was the greatest like nothing ever heard before
His songs started the greatest music craze in the history of music rock and roll
He looked dangerous 
He looked like he was having the best time of his life on stage
Elvis didn’t give a damm who wrote his songs black or white
He was the first entertainer who did it all before anyone else did anything
Both men and women loved him
Elvis was a mans man
Elvis was a ladies man
Elvis was a gentleman
Elvis was a Christian 
Elvis was a momma’s boy
Elvis was respectful of his fans
Elvis was just one man who changed music forever in America in 1956 
When Elvis sings you have to smile, to tap your feet, clap your hands, move your body, and come alive
It’s 2013, 35 years since Elvis died 
He is still the major Icon of the music world
Elvis is still the most worshiped singer and entertainer in history
Thousands and thousands of fans visit his home each and every year
Elvis didn’t smoke or drink
Elvis became an actor but could have become an accomplished actor with the right people and advice around him
Coronel Parker was both good for Elvis and bad for Elvis
Liberace taught Elvis how to dress with flash
Elvis had his own way of moving on stage when he sang no one has ever duplicated his signature moves God know how many tried
Elvis served the country he loved when he was drafted into the army no complaining 
Elvis asked fro no special treatment while in the army 
Elvis loved the woman and the woman loved him back
Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
Elvis met his tragic and to soon end to his life he was only 42
Elvis was hooked on prescription pills and that’s what killed him
No one could tell Elvis what to do many tried all failed
The music died on the day Elvis died
It was so sad that Elvis felt so all alone so much of his life that is what fame does to you
Elvis was the King
No one else will ever occupy the Kings throne
Elvis loved to sing gospel songs no other entertainer of rock and roll ever did 
No entertainers star shines brighter or ever will
You can ask any great entertainer and there are hundreds and will all agree Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
No entertainer in the history of music ever had a first year success like Elvis had
I saw Elvis in Las Vegas in 1972  when the music started and you knew that Elvis was soon to be coming on stage the excitement and the anticipation in the room was over whelming and beyond compare everyone in the room was mesmerized


This is my remembrance of Elvis Presley

Dennis Davis
March 15, 2013


 



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Life

Life is living 
But then again it’s not
Because living goes on
Stop breathing
Life stop

Picture this if you may
To help you understand
How a person lives forever
After creating a man

Life is a path
That can go many ways
The roads are cloudy battle fields
With soldiers in a daze

Some are chosen
Some say {f_ck it} {bluff it}
While some give up
and cries tears by the bucket

Life is a tough road
But we can all get to the end 
And go on living;
Loved, Remembered, and as a great friend

So soldier march on
The further less dazed
The further the march
The greater the praise

So climb the mountain 
Swim the ocean,
Sometimes don’t look back
Because some soldiers
In the battlefield
Just don’t know how to act

But some should be saved
Because on this road you’ve bled
But only if he’s bleeding
Still crawling ahead

Then pass the sword
And forget your graze
Because the more soldiers to the end
Insure better days


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Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...



Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.


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THE BLOODY TOWER

THE BLOODY TOWER

I am so trapped a phantom princess, on an ethereal plain, spiritually
Forgotten in isolation's domain, in hell's chamber of brick and mortar,
In this imprisonment of the unjust, I'm the innocent accursed, in England's
Bloody tower of London.
Once beauties most desired, men and kings fell before my velvet slippers,
Begging for pleasures tokens, yet I denounce them, for youth's rose I'd not sell,
Except for devotion's everlasting love.
But men are beasts, with silver tongues of deceit, and the blind heart
Hears only the charming words of vow's promises, spoken beneath the
Moonlight's enchanting spell I fell, a victim of this viper's poisonous bite.
So did thus a royal seducer come unto me, and by a jeweled crown,
And golden bands, I believed in this the usurper, of betrayals broken
Hearted.
Blessed in wedding's sacred church, we bowed our heads low, yet 
Next to me did I not recognize, the wolf hidden beneath the royal robes.
In the bed chamber, he sheds his linens of refinement, and then so exposed,
To the innocent lamb, his sharpened talons, ravished by his carnal lust,
A child bride was so sacrificed, upon the altar of passion's desires.
At mornings first rays of light, the mighty cobra left his bedding's nest,
Leaving behind him a slain creature tarnished by his royal scepter, laughing
In harmony's revelry, with his newly weeping court jester, did this king
Of lies ascend unto his crimson throne, ready to seek another's affection.
Condemned and judged by a jury of mine own kinsmen, for falsehood's
Crimes, my destiny’s fate is to be cut short by a doubled edge blade.
Oh Lord let my hearts sparrow take flights heights, and soar unto thee,
On thy far distant shore, but no prayers answer could save me.
Led unto mine own gallows, I'm led a queen dethroned for the loss
Of her own innocence, the black hooded Grim Reaper smiles at me,
I so do stumble, than collapse.
Placing my shaved head onto the anvils cold steel, listening to the crowds
Screaming off with her head, than a sudden crack, and my life is ended.
A phantom princess am I, wandering from the castle battlements,
To the gardens of fragrant roses, but nay not one step further, for all
Eternity.
From my window's keep, the world outside does change, yet here all
Remains the same, repetitions loop of reflective remote viewing,
Reliving the past over and over again.
If this not be hell's vengeance upon me, the accused than what have
I, the innocent done, to deserve such torture.
In the bloody tower, the walls do so bleed crimson red, and ghostly
Images past nay by the window pains of glass, begging for freedoms
Release from shackles made of mists mystical chains,
Pray for them, the lost souls of histories forgotten.




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A HISTORY OF ONE DAY

A HISTORY OF ONE DAY

Seven and the hated buzz assaults my ears, 
And in a half-hour I am in metro-hell  crowded.
In a glass box, with a thousand pole-hangers loaded,
Each pretending not to see the others.

Then out up the steps of Mauthausen  and push
Into an open freezer  of  darkness  and  murk,
Dodging ice-patches where treachery might lurk,
Over the bridge cowering from traffic’s rush.

Expending energy all day in voice and limb,
The school is warm and noisy with youth lively
Eroding my scant patience until five,  when I tidy
Up their mess gratefully. I’ve had it to the brim.

Someone else, anyone else, sends them to doting parents 
To be recharged and re-armed for tomorrow’s erosive assault on me.
Change clothes, cigarette and a small coffee,
Then zombie-like I fall into the crowd across the bridge, spent. 

Looking sideways at the ducks in the dark river - bliss! -
Two or three eiders  and a mallard, playing carefree,
Scuttling freely about after crumbs under a fallen tree. 
The ducks are past now, and we plunge into the abyss  -

Down, down, as the chambers of Auschwitz, leading nowhere
With the unseeing pole-thousand in our glass box like rats, 
And roar our weary way west to the suburban flats
And flop into an armchair to watch the tv news  there

About nothing happening to no one in particular, this day  - again.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Entered   in   FRANK  H.’s   Contest   “A History Of One Day”


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' Lord Alfred Tennyson ...' (Classical-Tribute) 62nd Senryu

‘ Lord Alfred Tennyson … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  62nd  Senryu



       Tennyson Thundered
‘ The Charge Of The Light Brigade ’
      Salutes … Six-Hundred


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Candra and Idunn

There he stands across from her,
                With the invisible wall between them, 
                          Knowing that chance to be together would be the cost of deat,.
                                   So they stand apart from one another in two different dimensions,
     That neither can reach,
         Never will he touch her Beautiful  face,
             That shines like the moon in the swallowing darkness, 
                Never will there lips touch that he has kissed many lifetimes before,
 
Never will she feel the warmth of his love, 
      Which once sustained the lonely coldness of her empty heart,
          Never will their bodies touch with the fiery passion they longed for, 
              These desire have been has denied in this lifetime,
                        And powerless to change their own destiny,
                             They stand apart whispering the word of love.


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Gaetano

(Gaetano Donizetti)

Gaetano performs in the Opera Hall,
con bravura le mani, he moves in three acts,
he conducts il crescendo, deciso and tall,
espressione di drama and epos he tracks.

Such effusive emotion's derived by his hands
and emphatic the passage their movements enforce
from a distance his broadness devoted expands
Donizzeti imparts, in poetic discourse.

Born in Bergamo, poor, to the muses belongs
operatic creations, symphonic his deeds,
quartets made for strings, oratorios, songs
il Maestro transmits and sopranos he leads.

Gaetano directs, through his dancing hands' flare
marziali address, maestosi e gentil'
how the music expands 'come marcia' and prayer
and the instruments reach the Duomo in still.

© G. V., 12-18-2013, All Rights Reserved
( Anapestic Tetrameter )

( You may click on the "About this poem" button to find a translation 
of the technical terms used and some information on Gaetano Donizetti.)


Details | I do not know? | |

The city

 The city in my heart
 The city of my dreams
 The city which always seems
 The city which I have lost
 Amidst the shadows of time
 And the crowds of people
 The city which has been buried 
 Under the sea of knowledge and knowhow
 My city of hearts
 My city of dreams
 The city which I have lost now!


Details | Epic | |

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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worst day of my life everyday as your guineau pig

a builder of houses
a societies centre pieces
day by day


Details | Epic | |

He Had To Come

He looked upon the ones He loved;
So innocent and so free;
Their beauty was beyond compare;
Of all His creation they were the best;
Instilled in them was freewill;
Could they survive the test?

He had to come.

The serpent was so crafty;
The serpent was the enemy; 
It set out to deceive His love;
Things would never be the same;
The serpent would cause Him so much pain.

He had to come.

The fruit appeared so tempting;
The serpent's words rang true;
Was the man to trust in God;
Surely he would not die;
Yet die he did for a single bite.

He had to come.

There was now a new man;
This man was Abraham;
He set out for a new country;
It was a country yet to be;
The promise was to be fulfilled.

He had to come.

Abraham had no children;
Yet God's promise was to be fulfilled in him;
How could this come to be;
When he had no offspring;
Yet Abraham never doubted God.

He had to come.

Some generations later;
The characters have now changed;
The children of Abraham are slaves;
Their groaning reaches God's ear;
He will not leave them alone.

He had to come.

God plagued the nation of Egypt;
The Passover was put in place;
The children of Abraham escaped by His might;
A new nation was now born;
Moses was their leader.

He had to come.

At a place called Sinai;
The covenant was given;
It pointed out to man what sin was;
It could not redeem them to Heaven;
It was sealed in blood.

He had to come.

The covenant required obedience;
It required the sacrifice of a lamb;
Sin was atoned for by the sacrifice;
Yet no lamb could be found to fit the bill;
It had to be the perfect Lamb.

He had to come.

He was born in Bethlehem;
The gift of God to man;
He would preach for a mere three years;
During that time He would change the world;
He would be murdered for His effort.

He had to come.

The cross was cruel and agonizing;
He could have came down and walked away;
This was why He had come;
It would set things right;
It was His Father's will.

He had to come.

When He died the curtain was torn in two;
The dead came from their tombs;
The soldiers themselves knew then who He was;
He was the perfect Lamb;
He was the end of sacrifice.

He had to come.

Death could not hold Him;
He rose to walk again;
He finished what was started;
Now he was seen by many witnesses;
He ascended back to His throne.

He had to come.

He looked upon the one He loved;
Restored back to her first state;
It had been worth the price he paid;
His glory was now supreme;
She was His bride forevermore.

He had to come.


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Harmony 69 movement 5




Will you burn the earth`s  skin  to glass?. 

Yet, right there , in Harmony of `69
I bent  in adoration 
before the dusky pearl of your forehead
the soft slopes of your never-ending body
shifting under a sea of blankets
Oh! treasure of treasures !
sparkling 
to life 
love
in the inner-sanctum of the 
tent-temple of my emerald heart,
filling it with that attar fragrance , 
that compassionate smile,
that yearning voice,
quieting my storm 
urging me 
to swim your sultry sea.

How could the world ever be the same again ? 

Outside,
rooted like stark brood of  the Black stone ,
rocks parried thuddingly the capricious charge of waves
and subdued the swell and swirl of a dark ,disturbed sea.

The summer night was short
and I      
cleaved to you like a calf to its mother.
Your dark-eyed nipples breasted the blanket ,
occulting the coarseness of Harmony .
We rocked to cradle the peace in the galaxy, 
with  love milking the way
to the morning star .


Winking over the mount, 
Venus caught us intertwined ,
drooling like babes, 
sated
I, summer cloud paramour of 
you Landie ,
altar of my sensuous sacrifice
sweet naos forever  
Yolande
briefly
undraping your  
compassionate cosmic essence 
for a gallant stripling 
starving for affirmation.

  
Awed,
i nested in mouths 
harmonizing
now enchanting,
now strident symphonies, 
keen enough to split  
chaos  
into mutual opposites 
that grappled , grinded and finally clashed ,
giving birth to a higher union. 

I tattoo your name , Landie, on the stretched skin of the earth.
I pullulate the waves in your name 
sackbutting the syllables   
till tremolo breaks it breathlessly to foam   
on the glistening beach of your belly   
Wrinkles I didgeridoo into the dark blanket of our night,
stringing out your diadem of stars  
I spiral you stately across my deep. 


Breaking away
reluctantly
from the tug of your knees
i trolled our anchor through  love`s flow 
girding it close to my wound-up heart.

"Go now love….spare me a thought "
 Your voice and a gentle seabreeze wafted me out.

Diving at dawn with a whale of love
between waking dunes 
capped by sourfigs , bleary-eyed revellers,
the blue-blue sky warbled
“one and one and one is three
One thing you got know ,is you got to be free
Come together, right now , over me.”

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GOLD-ATHENA THE GOLDEN GODDESS

A storm collides, with a mystic flame, 
It's raw force strikes, the last ancient Phoenix,
She rival's in pains agony, falling to the earth below.
The fire bird descends, crashing unto Mount Olympus, 
From burnt ashes residue, a new deity arises,
Behold it is she, Athena the golden goddess.
The blaze of hail's fire, burns through her finger tips,
Thunder bolts strike, in aggressions anger,
 Wisdom's strategist, in the art of war.
 None compare to this battle hardened warrior,
Patron saint of the gods, a heavy metal protectress, 
She is the iron clad maiden, guardian of the 
Grecian world.
A shimmering silver shield of lightening,
Blinds in a flash oppositions foe, 
Weildiing the double edge blade of justice, 
Her righteous might vs. evil's dark force.
Doesn't the earth itself shake utterly,
At her mere appearance.
Blow the ivory tusken horn, oh mighty Nikey,
Beloved symbol for victory, to vanquish thy adversary.
Sitting on the left shoulder of Athena, as the clash
Begins in Olympia, leave no Titan alive or unmangled.
Through the haze's fog, a golden chariot appears,
Pulled by Hades twelve black Stallions, breathing  
Hell's fire, with crimson eyes piercing the nights
Dark abyss.
Thus she is the master of this devils herd, a
Golden Goddess Athena, striking fear in the
Hearts of the foreign invaders.
In the Greek pantheon, her valor is celebrated,
And she is victorious on the behest of the gods.
Pay homages respect to her, Athenian's, for she is,
The Grecian image to courage and strength.
Beware this golden goddesses glare, it is the rising
Of the storm to come.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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The Same Reservation Road

I walk through the reservation valley of alcoholic death/ 
I fear no darkness among my own for the light breathes life on its own through my every breath/ I can no longer fit in for I need to stand out above the rest/
 I can no longer follow, I got to be the host of my own because Im tired of being the guest/
 
I want to be the writer I dont want to be the reader/ 
I want to be the artist with the brush, I want to create I want to finally be my own leader/
 I want to be able to follow society's rules because I am tired of being a cheater/
 I want to be the supplier because Im tired of being the seeker/ 

I guess life is what I make it/ Forgive less as much as I still continue to forsake it/
 My life is just a jolt but at times I feel death shake it/ Grab my emotions by the reins and straight earthquake it/ I try and fix my problems until someone comes by and breaks it/
 but this is my time because Im still young so this young opportunity in life I must Take it.
 
I got to hold my head held high from being low/ 
I got to stay lost until I find my own being my purpose of another young lost soul/
 I cannot stop because Im too tired of staying stuck I must stay on go/ 
This my life now I know it my story waiting to be patiently told/ 
This my life now I got to let it un fold/ Let it slowly but surely grow/ 
Im just a hidden bomb waiting for my poetry to blow/ 
EVERYTHING I DID OR DO IN LIFE NOW IS SOMETHING I CHOSE? 
I GOTTA CHANGE BECAUSE I JUST CANT KEEP WALKING THE SAME RESERVATION ROAD.


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THEODORE ROOSELVET

In the historical archives, many trails have led to
The making of a legend, those born with the pioneer spirit
Of individuality, bred deeply within their soul.
Such was this man we called, Mr. President, Theodore Roosevelt.
A cowboy rough rider, whom wrangled his way with true
Grits fight, making his way to the oval office round-up in
Washington, DC,
Thus America's pride, was alive within Teddy's wild heart.
This wilderness environmentalist, who's grand vision,
Had the foresight to leave a wondrous gift behind him.
To a nation beloved by him, this honorable man, 
Bestowed his legacies inheritance for future generations,
To enjoy forever, the green valley's known as the 
National Parks and National forests.
A nation's founding father, his face indubitably
Engrained, into solid granites bed rock, on the exterior of
Mount Rushmore, so does it bare witness, to this presidents 
Greatness unto posterity. 
A rugged individualist, believing in the fair deal policy,
For all men, should all have the same rights and liberties.
Theodore did so carry a big stick, but spoke softly,
In the foreign policy arena, thus receiving the Noble Peace Prize.
Drive did he, the stake of progress across the raw landscape 
Of Cuba, creating a man made wonder, called the Panama Canal.
But if asked Theodore Roosevelt’s greatest achievement,
Was the raising of his children, and living life to it's 
Fullest depth's degree. 
A grievice day, to lose one such as he, but this man
Whom loved adventure, looked at the death as only
The beginning of another chapter's turning of a page,
Beyond lies another horizon's sunset to be explored.
Don't cry at the loss of one such as myself,
Shed no tears, yet raise a toast instead, on my behalf,
Celebrate how I lived, and for the little accomplishments
I've left behind.
For in this way Theodore Roosevelt wished to be
Remembered and the greatest tribute of all.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


















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spirits that will outlast

  I'm the sentient of individuality,
the warrior of my path,
free from anything claiming power,
that laughs at social wrath,
that walks with firm ability,,
  I'm the control at present,
that nothing steers for me,
the navigator twards sole horizons,
free destinations I independently see,
honor of my life's intent,,
  Sole creators of this choice,
that others look to see,
that leads with independent indifference,
knowing that it's not free,
leading with the strongest voice,,
  This independence the hardest road,
but worth it above all,
knowledge of this gained wisdom,
you'll rise above the call,
power of one so bold,,
  The ancestors of ancient past,
knew this all too well,
always striving twards independent light,
staring down faces of hell,
true spirits that will outlast.


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The MAN In The Chair

(The Lincoln Memorial)

Out into Space, does He seem
to stare
This once noble being fixated in
his chair
After Our fore-fathers of their fate,
he came to spare
Putting on the "Old South" a little
"wear and tear"
When He to challenge the law, had the
nerve to dare
Making for Him to abruptly, end up in the
Lord's care
Just for Changing History, now tell Me, is
that fair??


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TRIBAL GYPSIES

His voice is as a still whisper, a hushed sigh 
Rippling through the evergreen mountain pines,
A spiritual being calls in native tongue, come unto
Me, my chosen people of the sacred plains.
The drums beat in the setting sun, as the tribes
Join together in one bands march, the Dakota, Shoshoni
And Cherokee, these wondering nomads, of the open plains.
It is time for the great migrational transitioning,
Heeding the great spirits, seasonal warning,
These tribal gypsies, become a unified people, of the vast
United beneath the vast grasslands Prairie.
Instincts driving force urges them ever forward,
Across steeps terrain, and rolling hills, deep canyons
Depths divides, onto the open plains,
For soon the great buffalo will arrive.
To bowl and cup, do they carry all possession
Necessities, leaving behind only Mohicans prints,
In the dust.
Legacy's children play, and run beside the caravan's,
As warriors on horse back, boast of adventures
 Of seasons long ago.
Mile markers of trails woven into the earth itself,
The wilderness wild country lies ahead, in this big
North American Continent, yet undiscovered by 
The so called civilized white men.
At night falls rest, a small village emerges, where
Nothing stood sense last years grand journey.
Canvas tents, fill with families warmth and laughter
For freedoms people, live by the great spirits calling.
In ritual dance, do these indigenous tribe give thanks
And praise unto he whom provides substances life,
And liberation’s autonomy.
As the suns rises and dawn approaches, the earth rumbles,
Shaking, beneath the hardened hoof, thy brother the buffalo,
Has come once again, the promise kept, assuring
The tribes winter survival.
 Evergreen's pastures, lure these creatures of thunder,
Ancient beasts covering the great plains, as a black 
Cloud descending, as if massive locus’s onto
 The flowering fields below.
The hunters rejoice in the abundance set before
Them, the harvest of meat and blessings promise,
Taking only what is needed, wasting nothing,
Yet giving thanks praise for everything.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN






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ROME

In battles hymn, raise your shield,
 Sharpen metals sword.
All hail bow low unto Rome,
 Be blinded by opulence's glitter,
And greed’s excess
Salves feel her golden sandles,
Upon bare skins flesh.
Shackles hand cuffs, bind generations,
 Under whips task masters.
Architectural thieves, swallowing,
 Cultures as the serpent gorging itself.
On it's twisted belly the beast,
 Encircles it's prey.
At blades sharp edged point, the innocent
Lie slain,
In histories dust humanity bleeds.
Crimson skies light Cesar's horizon,
As thousands gather in the Colosseum.
The gladiator stands alone, facing madness's
Throne
Awaiting death's final release from bondage. 
A simple thumbs motion,
Down meaning liberation,
Up for another soul taken. 
Behold blood sports ultimate challenge,
To live or die by strength and valor.
Fates twisted sense of humor,
Laughs at him behind justice's,
 Blackened curtain.
Mocking the crowds lustful,
 Calls of encouragements.
Sacrifices altar burns brightly, 
Upon the false Gods alabaster statue.
Patiently waiting veracity’s venom,
Ambitions royal descriptors feasting,
At harvests festive table.
The warrior faces reflections honored soul,
And behind them destiny's predator stalks, 
Those soon to fall it's victim. 
To a coiled cobra poised to strike,
Decadence audience claimers at fevers pitch,
Adrenaline rush, excelling the 
Combatants deadliest game.
Immoralities remembrances,
 Or defeats cowardly shame.
Devastation final reckoning
To the victor goes spoils waste,
For the dead remains emptiness.
Champions hero kneels before,
The emperor's mighty power.
An evergreen crown of laurel leaves, 
His treasures only gift.
Freedoms mercy to live another day,
Beyond the arenas iron gates.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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' Kept Light On ... ' 46th Senryu

‘ Kept Light On … ’      46th  Senryu


      He Left The Light On …
So, We Could Find Our Way Home
     Look Up, Before Gone …


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THE RIVER OF DOUBT

Bold is the heart of the adventure, seekers of the undiscovered
Frontiers beyond the realm of mankind’s knowledge.  Hardy, bulling
Figures the unafraid, the uninitiated these spirited wilderness men.
Of epic proportions whom challenge fate, and defy death itself.
Railing against its white rapids of the unknown. 
Hailing their indifference by yelling at the top of their lungs,
We will not surrender until the ending of our final journey,
Has come and consumes us utterly, leaving nothing left
But footnotes at the bottom of historical records dusty pages
Behind as our only existing legacy.
The great serpent snake of the Amazon, crawls through the open
Belly wound of the Brazilian rainforest, splitting the devils dark
Jungle in half, a beckoning demon calling unto the heart
 Of the adventurer come explore me if you so dare.
Adversities freedom stalkers, heeded this challenge,
Grappling at the serpents tributaries rattling tail, biting
And spitting at them, with sufferage's malice, the reptile
Of aquatic distain, cost many lives of the innocent in its
Vengeance aftermath.
In this river of doubt called the Rio da Duvida, 
This vipers poison travels fast through the veins of mortal
Men, starvation, Malaria and the mistrust of others destroys
The flesh from within and from without.
 Leaving spiritual wounds that will never heal no matter the
Strength of one’s faith, or the endurance of the individual 
Whom survives the attack of this snake called
The mighty Amazon River.
Three adventures made it through this black jungle of death,
Theodore Roosevelt’s, his son Kermit, and the leader
Of this historical group Mr. Rodon.
After reading about their story of bravery, I the author
Of this tail have one thing to say in their memory, bully
Gentlemen, and on wards unto your next journey’s adventure,
And may its endings final current find you well at the end.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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Tuesday, January 12 2010

Be happy for you have not witnessed it
The time where Haiti shook and fell
On this paper I transmit
This event worthy to tell

It started like any other day
Everything was calm and nice
Maybe it was nature’s way to repay
Us for our vice

In a split second it begun
Everything was going up and down
No matter what, you couldn’t outrun
This destructive force shaking the town

After a while it ended
The place was filled with dead silence
I was with my siblings that I defended
Saving them from this death sentence

I saw a man running with blood
All over his face, and lost his arm
The rest of his body covered with mud
With an organ sticking out of his underarm

During this catastrophe
I lost a lot of friends, and family members
I would like to destroy that part of my history
But everywhere I go that feeling ember’s



I was unlucky to see the remains
Of what was left in this desert
I had to close my eyes for it pains
Me to see my people trapped under the dirt

Just the thought of writing about it
Makes a bed of tears in my eyes
On that day I was whit
My friend as he lays and dies

For what happened to Haiti
Pray it doesn’t happen to you
This pain will cause you to worry
When they say you’re safe is it true?


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The Final Thesis....

Freedom life and sacrifice

But tell me what's the ending price?

When most are bound beneath these chains....

And all one sees has gone insane

Shall I entangle, engage within my mind

Mortifieds mortgaged morticious eyes 

Whom wish to cast me under their spells 

Of melancholies projected tears....

While sounding crimsons rusted bells

Behind these bars they bent themselves

Amid conceptions misconceived

This tainted truth, that they should believe

Twisted....

Now nailed upon the judgmental cross

Wretched flesh, burning, its ultimate cost

When smitten fresh permeates the air

The stench that gathers, that they all may share

This feast of sorrow from among mangled times

Cannibals moment, at the expense of another human life

When the moon turns to blood, and the sun grows black

And right is wrong, and wrong is back

To gather its flocks amid the night of the day

As darkness rules, within the most subtle way....

Freedom life and sacrifice

But tell me what's the ending price?

When most are bound beneath these chains

And all one sees, has gone insane!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The final thesis....


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The London Dead End

Tis a hallowed place...
This cobbled maze of alleyways
Which bond these rat infested streets
Yet, gas lamps lit, stand betwixt the corners
And lone Bobbies patrol beneath their feet

London,
A littering city of homeless ashes
Falls shameful underneath the moon’s pathetic light
The darkness is the seductress... soon to be accomplice
As the hooligans, once again reanimate in mist of twilight

Scruff tooth kings of domains, self proclaimed
The dagger and a pocket flask, two most closely guarded friends
And in the dank corner pitch kingdom, we anticipate 
From a realm dubbed “The London Dead End”

Lush stumblers...
Streetwalkers or simply naïve
Entry here, our law says you must pay the toll 
Or pay the piper before you leave

I partake of liquid courage
And then I set my blade
To foot falls around corners this way come…
Among this lonely blackened place...

This maze…
Of streets and alleyways…
Paved over each eve with lost shadows
Never again... to witness a morning sun


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corruption

The $ is corrupt, that's why a lot of niggas are fucced up , tryna get a Dolla like the government. Found out they did work with Hitler, now I know Osama wasn't no different they know everything, even where the nigga shitted and slept how stupid you think we are? No sir and no ma'am all that you say just sounds like spam, I want to Jam but what I bump gets crushed because its the truth and they don't want the truth because they some phony muthafukcas talkin jive and lies put crakc in the hood because they know, that our people are broken and weak stripped of culture and lost so they took hold of that poison. Fucc AmeriKKKa land of the free ain't *****free, freedom of speech ain't useful get put in jail for raisin hell about how you livin is hell ..


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divine intervention of nothing to live for

what do you do for a living super soldier?
you are paid to go to another country and kill people you dont even know
what do you do for a living head doctor?
you are paid to lie about mental health, and continue to carry out your torture
what are you paid to do journalist?
write slanted reviews as you tear apart the lives of good people
what are you paid for mr officer?
hide the truth of who the real victoms are and lie on tv so the journalists dont have 
to

what have i been doing for a living?
nothing, ive been too busy
scrambling away from you
job to job
city to city to get away from being victomised again

whats it like to have no reason to live you ask?
i would die to prevent what you have been doing to me

whats it like to have your soldiers go to war for another country
to end terrorism, as you are being terrorised, reaching out daily.
its been like being stalked by a serial killer while your rich and famous
inspire him with plots and getaway plans in their television and movies
full of hatespeach they think is funny

whats it like to to watch your people die to help someone who just cried wolf
whats it like to play the victom constantly
you dont have a monopoly of hardship and world tragedy
you weild it like a weapon of lies and gameshows
to practice your manipulation techniques

what do you do for a living amnesty international?
link your information to the pentagon to assist your allies in war
by killing the people who torture or people like myself
before you get caught....or do you just book yourselves
front row seats to your sick little games

in a situation of nonstop constant no brainers
the lies of you 700 people is a war crime of conspiracy
no wonder you consider blowing your head off
after the realisation, a no brainer situation
and your still thinking

the world revolves around the simplest things
i would kill people like you for a penny
to buy the divine intervention of nothing to live for

apparantly im not going to accept the fact
that after your game of making me miserable
im just going to have to wait to be murdered
im not going to accept that
and i will kill people like you for free

when you have no right to your own person as a human being
when your pets have more rights than you do
when soo many people use stuck on stupid
as their subtle excuses
they are the enemy realised
it is your turn to die in the streets of society
since nothing changes anything
now go die


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THE SIBYL - CRONUS

Then Cronus, son of Heaven and Earth
    accepted steel    and cut the twain
Dead Earth descended low in sterile regions
    of the sundr'd Soul
And a cry went up from mortal'd man -
    "Great one    what hast thou done to us?"
A part of time is cut in twain
    repeating o'er and o'er the strain
And A begat him B    and B begat him C,
    and on    and on
The boredom of the turning ball    the reaching out
    the anguish'd call -
"Great Cronus    Son of Heav'n and Earth
    why hast thou done this thing to us?"l


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Writing Under Pressure

 Im sitting here writing under pressure/ my life is optomistic even though it getting lesser/ Im sitting here writing for tomorrow if this should be my death letter/
 I know I aint the best but I could be doing better/
 Im softer that a bunny but I can get froggy hard skinned like leather/ 
Im standing out in this cold written breeze with no sweater/
 Im swimming through oceans and flying through storms no matter the weather/ 
Im shooting up a dosage of true lies like Im the only drama setter/ 
I've been filled with wisdom of worth ever since I met her/ 
I cant be beat by knowledge only if I let her......ever since that day of fate I've been Writing Under Pressure....


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Bloody Omaha

Midnight June the 5th 1944 me and my buddies departed Weymouth and put out to 
sea

To smash through Hitlers eastern wall to liberate Europe and make her once again 
free

We knew some,most of us wouldnt be coming back

As we neared Omaha beach at 4am we started to take German flak

From high above us we could hear the bombers delevering there deadly cargo to 
the enemy on the ground

The french coast was pummeled as night turned to day followed by the cargos 
deathly sound

It looked like the 4th of July and i wondered if id ever see another one

Then our landing craft doors opened my buddies in front didnt stand a chance 
bullets tore them to shreds and they were gone

All around me carnage reigned we were in a killing zone the bluffs seemed so 
distant they shouldnt be that far away

I looked around me at my buddies dying or dead before me some motionless where 
they lay

Something had gone terribly wrong we wernt even on the right stretch of beach

I needed to get to cover quickly i saw a sand dune took my chance and managed 
just to reach

The day was breaking now i gazed around me as the dawn broke through the night

I felt sickened and appauled at what i saw ive never forgot that sight

And still the carnage continued as one by one the Rangers fell

Ive never been a religous man but that morning i saw hell

The Germans shouldnt be this strong here thats what we were told

But we had to get off this beach i didnt want to be one of the fallen lying 
motionless,cold

There were 36 men left in my unit we now numbered just 5

The other guys around me were dead or dying i was fighting to survive

But i was one of the lucky ones i managed to get through that day

Looking back to that time and such a terrible price my buddies had to pay

5 beaches were taken that day Gold Juno Sword Omaha and Utah

I was a young sargeant in the 2nd Rangers my beach was Bloody Omaha

And in my minds eye i still see the beach that day and the sea running red

I still see the tide washing up my buddies the dying and the dead

Historians looking back now see where the mistakes were made

Omaha bloody Omaha its referred to is where such a high price was paid

Nearly 5,000 young Americans and Canadians on that beach on that day

We must never forget them they and what they did and the price they had to pay

Omaha was the bloodiest but lest we not forget the other four

For they shall allways be in my prayers for today and for ever more


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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


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Standing Alone

Raiding hoards assemble to make the attack;
Aerodromes on high alert, we’ll fight them back.

Brave souls scramble to cockpits everyone;
Awaiting the final vector to where the deed is done.

Away boys! Away! 
And off they take to meet their fate,
The dwindling few do not hesitate.

Some to return and some to not;
Together forward they meet the onslaught.

Sirens blare the target is sure,
To your guns lads! We’ll give’em a cure.

Barrage balloons aloft, we’ll keep’em up high,
The gunners are ready, waiting the spotter’s eye.

Run from your flat to the safe tube below,
Gas mask at the ready, you just never know.

The old man leads us in songs of good cheer,
Knowing all the while that our end could be near.

Bombs drop and the guns blaze,
Another neighborhood disappears with a haze.

The docks are burning a bright orange hue,
Damn you bloody bastards, our boys will take care of you!

Swirling trails against blue skies,
Belie the deadly dance taking place before our eyes.

Flaming wreckage, another early grave,
More mothers grieve, have we all gone insane?

Finally all clear, we creep from our boroughs,
Shattered buildings surround, but the Jack’s still unfurled.

Mr. Churchill walks the rubble to buck up our faith,
On the beaches, in the fields and in the streets he says,
We’re standing alone, but to persevere is our fate.

This one is for my dear friend Gladys. She was 11 and living in London during 
the blitz.


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JACK THE RIPPER

The London fogs camouflage,
Conceals the gentlemen assassin,
Blending him in it's gray clock
Seamlessly, he walks along unnoticed
Unchecked.
Carefully choosing a mark, it dangles itself
Before him as raw meat in a butcher window.
Misfortune’s lost damsel presents 
A disgraceful example in her
Shabby clothes and broken English
Giving gentility manners no credit
To her own sex.
Hey love come here, I've got the cure,
For what ales ya.
The shadow man answers not?
In black gloves palm a silver
Coin lies, as pleasures payment.
Under dim lights dingy ambiance,
It falls unto the murky gutters street,
And is quickly snatched back.
Two figures move in sequences motion,
Into a darkened archway.
In the blackness of night let the dirty
Deed be done.
Metal's sharpened edge shimmers,
Crimson red it's a cheap price.
For a shy token for a misbegotten life.
As he relives his latest kill in his mind,
The devil's fiddle plays in eerie tune, 
A sweet lullaby of cautions awareness.
He lies waiting amongst you, desperation’s
Ladies of the evening.
Playful fellow is jack,  toying with
Human dolls. 
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, 
With silvers flash out comes
His knife so slick.
Rip, rip goes Jack the Ripper
Tick tock goes his pocket watch.
Beware to those whom dwell in
Histories bowels,
Searching for answers hidden
Deep within archival walls.
You may not like what you find their,
The beast known as
JACK THE RIPPER.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Dig Tree at Cooper Creek

It’s Cooper’s Creek we’re crossing here, Willis said to Burke
We need to have a base camp and this creek ought to work
I’ll put it in the journal, November 1861
It’s been four months since we started but our venture’s just begun
From Melbourne up to lands-end, they’ve asked us to explore
We’ll camp here till it’s cooler but not a whole lot more
But Willis, he got restless, so Burke said it’s OK
So they, with King and Gary, headed north one day
They reached the Little Bynoe after two months on the trail
But swamp lands blocked their passage and they were feeling frail
So back to Cooper’s Creek they turned though provisions were at nil
Three camels and a horse they shot, their bellies so to fill
They caught and ate a python but it gave them dysentery
And somewhere back to Cooper’s Creek, they stopped to bury Gary
Then once again at Cooper’s Creek, the three men planned to rest
Regroup with all the others then get on with their quest
But the campground was deserted, no one had stayed around
Left a message carved upon a tree and provisions under ground
So Burke and King and Willis rested for a while
Then headed north towards Mount Hopeless – a trip of 150 miles
They trudged north along the creek till their camels got bogged down
They had to shoot them, lose provisions and finally turn around
While the three were gone from camp, a rescue party came
Not finding anyone around, they thought it such a shame
They assumed no one had been there and the men were probably dead
They didn’t leave a thing behind just turned around instead
Back again at Cooper’s Creek, beneath the marked “dig tree”
Burke buried notes and journals in case he ceased to be
The Abos try to help them, native cooking 101
But Burke gets mad at someone and fires off his gun
The native help then vanish, the three are left alone
 With nothing to sustain them so very far from home
Malnourished and exhausted, they start hiking up the creek
Then by the Breerily Waterhole, Willis gets too weak
Burk and King continue north a couple days
Then Burke dies the next morning and there his body lays
King returned to Breerily and finds Willis has died too
But he camps with some Yandruwandha that somehow get him through

And therein lies the story of Willis, Burke and King
Set off to find Australia but lost most everything
If you’re ever down in Queensland get out to Cooper’s Creek
It’s a carved stump of the “dig tree” for provisions that you seek


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when our children ask why?

the stones will tell the story of their journey into the Promised Land
the children of Israel with the Ark of the Covenant at Gigal they came to stand
they had crossed over the Jordan River when the river bed by God was made dry
and the Lord told them to tell all the children if they should ever ask why?

God is at work in our lives, He has a master plan
He's prepared us for that which for us He has in His hands
our lives have been redeemed by His unlimited mercy and grace
as He's the God of the whole universe of all air, land, sea and space
we've been fashioned in His image and the likeness of His Son Our Holy Lord
and when we accept and acknowledge Him our lives become more in accord
as all things work together for the good of those who love Christ
no matter the trials nor the tribulations that you experience in this life

when our children ask why we worship and honor the Lord God
the words out of our mouths should be from the depths of our hearts
tell them that once they understand the purpose that for them God has ordained
they'll be more equipped to handle life's frustrations, upsets and pain
let them know no matter what in life they are going through
the joy of the Lord comes each morning and He will always be with you

trust in God to open doors and let His Holy Spirit guide you along
believe in His word, follow His commands and you will never go wrong
by exposing the core of your being, your soul and becoming a vessel that God can use
now as a true disciple and servant of Christ you can never lose

so reverence God, respect God and hold Him in the highest regards
and when our children ask why tell your testimony from the heart
that God is omnipotent, there is nothing He cannot do
He parted the Red Sea and the Jordan River so His people could pass through
so when our children ask why, why we glorify the Lord God?
we can tell them about all the wonderful things and the miracles He imparts








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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest


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David Livingstone

Long, long ago and longer
When I was but a child
I read of Doctor Livingstone
Who ventured in the wild.
Dr. David had no fear
He went where few had gone.
This missionary and explorer 
To Africa was drawn.
The unsophisticated natives
Didn’t know the wealth they had
Allowed Livingstone to name their falls
When he shouted out “Egad.
I’ve found what no white man has seen
I name it ‘Victoria Falls’”.
When back in England he was touted.
But lack of adventure palls.
He was sent back to Africa
To find source of the Nile.
He traveled around that continent
And became lost for a while.
Henry Morton Stanley when he found him, said
“Mr Livingstone  I presume?”
He died in the heart of Africa.
Westminster Abbey holds his tomb.





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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


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One Day

One day I'll change the World.
  One day I will be heard.
    One day, Someday,
The World will change,
    And I will be known.


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Dreams of Zydeco

I've been up a bit and down
a bit and hung around 
in river towns, when glory days 
and gamblin' boats were beauty to behold; 
long and sleek with shapely curves 
and ripe just like a lady 
in the bloomin' blush of prime. 

Standin' high n' mighty.......she
was glidin' through the water,
lookin' every bit a woman, 
feelin' fancy-free and proud. 
A sacred shroud a-movin' 
on the Mississippi highway, 
shinning like a diamond, 
in the moonlight headin' south. 

Been livin' on the river most 
my life. I've seen bout' everything
the river lets you see. 
Winona, Minnesota, south 
to Memphis, Tennessee. 
Down to Shrievport, Lousianna, where 
shrimpers float their bayou boats
and freighters sail the sea. 

Nawlin's cajun cookin 
be my comfort company, 
along with Creole women 
givin' spice of life to me. 
The dancin' bands play  Zydeco 
and sing about the legendary 
swamp-witch history. 

The river women love me 
and I tell you this I know
'cause up and down the river, river 
women tell me so.
Spent my gambin' days in Natchez, 
Mississippi, don't ya see, 
where fine up-standin' ladies 
mixed with riff-raff just like me. 
Had a time or two of trouble, but
young men with a temper 
can test trouble easily. 
I spent some time from livin' 
doin' labor for the man, 
but when my time was over 
and the man had cut me loose, 
I left my youth behind me 
and my river life began.

Born in Chauvin, Lousianna, 
back in nineteen forty-three, 
a bayou boy who found his joy,  
dreamin' dreams of river queens, 
and hopin' glory days were on their way 
so he could walk the river block 
and smell the rare and richer air 
of up-north Baton Rouge. 
Then gaze and praise her majesty; 
the lady, Mississippi, flowin' south into the sea. 

With cajun music ragin' 
in my bones of 16 years;
and fantasies of youthful truth 
now burnin' in my soul, 
I left my home in Chauvin, 
on my way to Baton Rouge, 
to search the Mississippi for my dreams of Zydeco. 







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SURVIVORS

Horrifying sounds of beating drums
Terrifying tunes of dirges
Fear-provoking songs of elegy
Wails of mothers; screams of children 
Cowardice of those men that held us back
Merely with that deafening sound

In fear of the shot along we tagged
Into the unknown…
In chains of sorrow, metals of grief
Bubbles of sweat gathered on our brows
Tumbling down our faces
Salt effect stung our sore lips

Our hands scrawny, our nails broken
Fiery breath; bloodshot eyes
Heavy tongues; dusty red logs of hair
Shreds of rugs, skins scaly and flaking 
Too many whips came with each fall
Too many hits came with each defiant look

We marched on in hope of independence
We trailed on in hope of freedom
The hope of reunion sparked our grimy cheeks
Our native soil was the deep away
In great culture we found our voices
In poetic ethnic mantra

Our god in sight perceiving our plight
Met by scorn, greeted by pity
And tormented by the lighter
We remained standing
The strength of one; conductor of strength to all
Arise Brother! Liberation lurks neigh

©Naa Takia, All rights Reserved 2012







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Sadness is a Visable Spoken Word

"Oh, hear me chiefs, for I am tired with a sick and sad heart, and from where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever!" - Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce

The day these words were spoken must've been a day that clearly had shown to each native American as a passing marked of great sadness, a sadness seen in their own unique perspective, maybe as the end-view of a Peoples reaching eyes, ...eyes found looking back at this ancestral homeland in a great beholding, ... as if the imminent future had left out on an open grassy plain, a thousand souls in wait - for the sharing of a final night of thoughts under a Northen Lights glow. Sadly, the last memory of its running beauty their time would ever know...


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Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.


He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan


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Harmony 69 1st movement

             HARMONY 69
The night of twelfth December `69  
knotted together an icy storm wind 
that whipped False bay`s waves 
to white -frilled blankets.
Thunderclaps against primal rocks
resonated through a ghettoe of glowing tents
on a dark, rough ,bushy patch .

Rising plaintively above the din 
of drums and flapping canvas,
creole strains solicited the capricious gods
for a clement Cape .
Love songs , sweet like wine 
would even tittilated mermaid`s melons,
stranding them breathless, with tails scaled.  

In my sixteenth tempestuous year, 
I was sickened and sullied, spoiling for a fight 
with that ever- prying, ever-lying police-state
denying us  
dividing us
deriding us
ripping  us  
whipping us 
in an all-pervasive racist propaganda storm

Harmony,was forced ethnic relocation right there
in a stamp-size sea-resort next to a stinking dump.
Our yearly anticipated salty baptism,
fouled for a full ten years,
dunked in fascist soil 
of a false bay with a real bite….
rubbing coarse salt in our opened wounds
Rubbing it in the flayed 
William, my sire, of the black turf belly
Rubbing it in the lashed
Maxie , my ma , of white-on-black graft
Rubbing it in the spurred 
Dot Adams, my oracle , of the pearled-truth tongue
imprisoned to a silent ninety-day solitary confinement. .

Yes, a full two hundred scar-studded waxes 
avidly saluting the wretched who rose in revolution
drowning exploiters in the oppressed`s precious blood
Algeria whilst raped,unveiling herself,
firing fear into bared French fascism 
exploding the myth of a benevolent colonialism.
“Lumumba will guide the Kongo to freedom”
grandpa agitated hopefully as revolutionary Patrice, 
our dark prince of peace 
died on the bloodied butts
of neo-colonial carbines.
My seven-year heart burst
in anger and pain. 
A companiable heart`s balance 
tilted with unease at justice , unhinged. 

the periodic uprisings of people in far-flung regions
against the arrogance of anglo-saxon imperialism 
salted my youth with the tears of broken children,
their blood ever spattering my angry brow.


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Heroes Entry

Heroes remain,
Standing tall and hear others chant your name,

Remember that all others dwell in what you came.
What you leave here becomes others domain.

Call forth the unworthy and he who becomes here after you,
Rise above the weak, worries becoming few.

Make worthy those who come after you and carry future nations on,
Educate to fulfill needs of times that have not yet come.
Come and make yourselves worthy and gather up your sum.
Hear your name called, hurry, run.

Prepare to enter Gods Kingdom on the words of thy name,
Gather around here one and the same.
Step forth when you hear them call your name,
Bring forth and leave your pain.

Prepare to be worthy and live life on a different plain.
Come forth here and never be the same.


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OUR FREEDOM WASN'T FREE

Have you ever wondered what happened to the men?
Who signed the Declaration that made this a free land.

Five were captured by the British.  Branded traitors, tortured, died.
Twelve men lost their homes and land. Ransacked, burned what was their lives.

Two their sons  imprisoned.  Two sons fought and died.
Nine killed in the Revolutionary.  Pledged their fortunes and their lives.

Twenty-four were Jurists and Lawyers brave and true.
Eleven of them merchants.  Nine farmers , all who knew.

If caught death would be eminent.  To sign with quill or pen.
Have you ever wondered what happened to these men?

Their livelihoods were ruined.   Their ships swept from the sea.
Stood against the British Navy.  OUR FREEDOM WASN'T FREE.

Have you ever wondered what happened to the men.
Those Patriots of long ago.  Could you be as brave as them?

                       MAFLongfellow


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Just Call I'll Come

I crossed the mighty water
When I heard you call my name

Found you waiting at a castle
Where the Red Dragon breathes it's flames

In the cold wind, rain and thunder
You came running to my arms
Screaming take me away forever
They can't buy me with their charms

As I held you tightly
I asked where that we should go
Take me home to Bridge Town
On our white charger Vivaro

So we crossed the mighty water
Far from dragons, wind and rain
To the love of all your own Kin
Where the children know your name


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Les Neuf Soeurs [The Nine Sisters]

Calliope has turned her back on fate,
She will be a muse no more,
She has halted all her metrical speech,
She no longer frolicks,
At the fountain of Hippocrene,
She no longer answers Apollo,
The Mousagetes,in Delphi,
Corycides,the cave on Mount Parnassos 
is cold and empty,
For the Muses have followed Calliope,
The eldest and supposed wisest of them all,


Yet,Melpomene knows of the tragedy,
Her sister shall sow by this choice,
For without Les Neuf Soeurs,
The world shall reap this seed,


There will never be another mousa,
Sung nor written,
About the stars,
heros,
Sadness or laughter,
About music ,dancing,
Or even love,


For if Urania follows,
There will be noone to appreciate the stars,
Without Clio,
No history will be told,
Without Thalia,
No comedy shall bring forth laughter,


Music will have no tune without Euterpe,
No dance to step to without Terpischore,
Nothing will ever be sacred,
Without the pensive Polyhynnia,
And without Erato,
Favored Erato,
There will be no passion,
No love,


And then ,
There is Calliope,
For whom ,
And without whom,
There will be no epic ending,


No.

All that will be left ,
Is the tragedy,
Of Melpomene.


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SHUT UP AND MARCH

when the Israelites had fled from Egypt after more  than 400 years
for God sent them to a place of freedom and lives with no more fears
but the Pharoah had been most reluctant to let the Israelites go
and he could not comprehend the power of God when He puts on a show
God had hardened Pharoah's heart and sent the Israelites to the banks of the Red Sea
but neither party understood the positioning God takes when He desires victory
Shut Up and March the Exodus was not the main plan
Shut Up and March it's time to do as God commands

now the Pharoah was too arrogant and could not even see
that it was not about him but about God having victory
God does miracles in order to change man's thinking process
God moves mountains and rivers so that it's by Him we are impresssed
Shut Up and March you just need to know your role
Shut Up and March as it's God who's in control

now a miracle is the easy part as it's harder to change men's minds
so that they know to trust in God and eventually come to find
that God is omnipotent, God is unchanging and God is always true
and no matter what's happening in your life with faith in Him you will get through
so Shut Up and March the Red Sea for His people He did part
Shut Up and March and don't dare question the actions of God

trust in Him, believe in Him shut up and just stand still
allow the hand of God to move you so that all truths will be revealed
Shut Up and March God said to Israel it's time to move along
Shut Up and March and I will get you where I know you belong
so stop whining to God as He will always deliver you onto dry land
so just Shut Up and March by doing exactly as God commands


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Two Hundred and Twenty Stories

Two hundred and twenty stories never written but etched in time

were removed on a day which started fine.  

The silver worms traveled down beneath the floors 

carrying those whose day (lest they know) would be a chore,
 
through the escalators and out the doors passing the facades lined with stores.

Aristocrats and bourgeois run through the halls

for no one would ever believe that these stories could fall.

I myself went to the nineteenth floor of Cortlandt and Church

starting my day seeing on which call I would make first. 

“My future is looking great”, flashed briefly through my mind, 

little did I know that fate was not mine. 

A large boom made the buildings shake and the windows had rippled 

as I ran to the pane and suddenly was crippled. 

I gazed up eighty some ought floors

to see an explosion rocking the world off its doors. 

I exclaimed, “My God, their bombing us” at the top of my lungs

and ran down 19 floors...like I was 19 years young. 

Standing in the corridor on Dey that day, my eyes witnessed things I’d rather not say. 

The second explosion than flashed before my eyes, 

and I ran near a bridge to try and survive. 

I stood there and wondered and waited what to do next 

until one of the stories decided where I should run to avoid the effects.  

Half the stories came down like an angry freight train 

releasing a smoke monster engulfing all with a white powdered grain.

Covering my mouth, coughing like crazy, crossing the bridge, all sites were hazy. 

Standing on the other side of the east I looked to the west

to see the other half of the stories end my friends, to this I attest. 

Hundreds and thousands and millions of lives 

were all torn apart over this year plus nine.  

So I sit here now telling you all first hand 

a day in the life of a fairly young man

whose story had began and ended that day

may your hearts stay free and strong 

and God Bless the USA.


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The MAN In The Chair

(The Lincoln Memorial)

Out into Space, does He seem
to stare
This once noble being fixated in
his chair
After Our fore-fathers of their fate,
he came to spare
Putting on the "Old South" a little
"wear and tear"
When He to challenge the law, had the
nerve to dare
Making for Him to abruptly, end up in the
Lord's care
Just for Changing History, now tell Me, is
that fair??


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All things Norse

Norse things of Scandinavia 
offer a perspective, not trivia
of things visible and invisible 
which complement each other.

intuition and imagination of things norse
are values of consequence, all endorse
not subjective, are open to interpretation real
visible and invisible seen as a whole, it’s clear.

the invisible sustains the visible of the world 
whether good or bad of the senses it twirled
in flesh world the elements merge with divinity 
seen with “eye of reverence” sacred is profanity.

prior to today’s world a “Great Abyss” existed
an animating spirit of silence and dark twisted
It was slain by the god brothers Vé, Vili and Odin 
who built the visible world from its flesh akin. 

“See a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.” By Blake’s hand.

Form: Rhyme
Date: 10.7.2014


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THE LIGHT HOUSE

THE LIGHT HOUSE

The shimmering white beacon off the shores
Of Marble-head, let it's flickering light shine again,
In restorations amber glow of hope.
For are we not the custodians of our own history.
Allow us to relight the spark, igniting the flames
Kindling, a tinderbox of explosive force,
To expose our historical past for others to enjoy.
Than shall we not pass the torch forward.
It is up to us, to save legacy's heritage,
For the future generations to come.
Crumbling monument’s cry out to be
Remembered, times cruel weathering, does
Ascend tearing at the walls of mortar,
And chipping at the layers of paint.
Can we not lend a helping hand, to aid in
Such a worthy cause, to preserve our past.
Allow us as human beings, the keepers of
The lighthouse, to fuel the fire for preservation.
Let us leave a historical landmark, a piece of
The past worthy of saving, to be restored.
Hand-N-Hand, brick by brick, layers of
Humanities historical records need
Preservation reclamation.
It is a proclamations that should be heard,
For prosperity's sake alone.
Rise up Toledo-ans, see the torch light from
Afar distant island, let not this flame be
Stamped out, or fade away.
No not here in the grand state of Ohio,
In the light house, off Sandusky Bay,
Shall it's rays of brilliance shine again.
Against the Lake Erie waters, standing
Tall, as a beacons light of hope,
For future generations to come.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 20

Brutus Iulius Trois part 20

An unwilling wife was Imogen who wept for her homeland.
Her eyes turned to the shore while it was in sight. 
Imogen wept for her mother, her father, her fate.
Imogen wept for her spinning wheel and wept for her loom.
Imogen wept for her gardens, her gowns and her goats.
Imogen wept for all that was hers, which was left behind.
Brutus soothed and kissed Imogen holding her tightly 
until weary with weeping Imogen slept.

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i wrote this before i saw the contest but 
this section does seem to relate to the quote     yrs truly  dunesong

1) "By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you’ll become happy; if you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher."
Socrates


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A New Collection to the Eye Forest

Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds
Grass growing by its lively effect…
Growing a grimace to the environment    
As the predators hung her on the branches,
carving her left eye on the oak tree
and carving her right eye on the olive tree

They grow livelier…
sucking up the carrions from off the ground
Drowning the vines that try to 
suffocate and remove them for life
left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten 

Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest
Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks
Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape
Their pupils punctured by arrows of death 
They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… 
watching people suffer in indignity and disproof
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
 
Hunted by the worst predator out there
in the deepest of the forest

The eyes seem to stare into your own
Locked with your frightening vibes 
Feeling your dangling fears and pain 
Weeping them insane…
there is no one out there to be blamed,
even in the deepest of the forest

Oh you carrion heart, soul and body
you are accepted to the collection
and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection

You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity 
JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... 

Oh you carrion soul and body 
Surviving through the shadows of the forest, 
roaming along the compacted forest, 
moping about in displeasure 
because without a doubt 
you are a magnificent collection 
to the eye generation 
to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life,
Given away by the predator

They soon diminish the evidence…
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
You’re left for dead after all

Allow them to spread one of your eyes
on this tantalizing tree
Let them do their job as a hunter
Your awareness is diminished

Allow yourself to not be startled 
Lose yourself,
and later on, you’ll break free of pain and fear


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TRIMDON GRANGE EXPLOSION

TRIMDON GRANGE EXPLOSION   *  
( 16 FEB  1882,  DURHAM,  ENGLAND )

Noo March is heor and the wind she’s cowld  *
But the sixty nine sowls divvent feel it   -  strange
Theor noo  wheor they  feel nee  cowld and nivver get owld
Since they gave theor sowls at Trimdon Grange.

Last month on that bad  sixteenth day
Owld   Widow  Burnett went to church to pray
For the  three  fine  sons she once cherished
Noo,  aal  too soon,   they hev  aal  perished

In  thet dusty  pit the  rolleyways worn’t  proper  wattored  *
And in the Harvey Seam -  a thoosand foot doon
And three miles lang   -   that’s   aal  thet  mattored.
The goaves  *   wor filled wi’ gas and the dust wes  aal  around.

They  winnet  be  gannin yem  nee maor  *
Nor scrannin theor supper  o’  pan hagglety *
Nor hengin theor coats yon under the staor
Nor scoffin  theor  bait and sugary  tea

Wor  footbaal  tyem’s  gannin  tiv  miss the  lads
Joseph, Geordie, and James and the fower Broons
We’ll  nivver  forgit what gyems we had
And when we skelped  Hartlepool Toon *

At Durham Big Meetin  as the bands  made a start
And the teams showed  theor  best to the  crood
We were cowpin  wor creels in the clart  *
and  shootin   the odds  o’  Hartlepool  oot  lood.

Oh  weel, they left hame that morning to eorn theor daily bread;
Noo  theor  scrannin  in a place where danger is nee maor.
Sixty nine men and boys wor numbered wi  the dead.
Aye, death will pay us  aal  a visit : they hev  ownly  gone befaor.

…………………………………………………………………………

*       One of the worst coal mining disasters in England

*       The dialect is known as “Geordie” and is still widely known today  in the UK.  It
is the   dialect of my own childhood, sadly now heavily overlain with standard English.

*       Watering kept the explosive dust under control

*        A  goaf was a working gallery in the mine

*        Pan hagglety  -  a  fried mutton dish

*        The  Trimdon Grange soccer team beat Hartlepool’s team the previous year.

*        They won’t be going home any more

*        Doing somersaults on the muddy ground





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Of The Fleur De Lis

Gentle woman of masculinity,
Her passion for the above never matched,
A war time hero leading down the path,
Fighting for the righting of all mans’ ways,
A heroine she was that Joan of Arc.


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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 25

  Brutus Iulius Trois Part 25

The fleet of Brutus sailed past the foggy isle of Tenedos in the last hours of night.
gliding over Neptunes's golden palace, the Aegean glowing with Salacia's lights
raced they toward the ness, the headlands of the Helespont
Suddenly from the fog came,  Alarms, cries, clamor, the clash of iron
Sol's opening eyes revealed a Thracian pirate attacking a Phoencian
Tossing bodies overboard feeding the lesser cetus the sharks of the sea.
With his own battle cry Brutus took what was to hand and threw it. 
as Nauta the helmsman steered into the fight
Tossed like a weapon Hesoine's amphora burst upon the Thracians
spearing them with shards as her black ashes coated the sea
clogging the gills of the lesser cetus who dived deep
deep and away from all of the disturbance.


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Brutus Iulius Trois part 24

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 24

To abate the Greek curses caused by Locrian Ajax's vile deeds
The Pythia at Delphi declared a  thousand years of atonement  
with two Locrian priestesses sent as sacrifices to Troy
sent  to serve Diana's temple in Troy, bearing the Ajaxian curse.
As the oracle demanded Diomedes returned the Palladium to Aeneas
Then did all Greek suffering cease, Ulysees returned home.
Hesione's son Teucer founded a new Salamis in Cyprus.

When Antenor rebuilt Troy's walls, Poseidon shook them down
sending waves that washed away fields, salting the gardens again.
 Apollo  plagued Antenor with mice which ate the harvest to the seed.
Scamander's golden spring lambs, sickened and died 
Afraid of what Diana would do if they killed the Locrian Scapegoats
Antenor and his sons soon abandoned Troy to the Phyrgians
They sailed off seeking shelter far from this thrice cursed homeland 


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Welcome To The World Of This Certain King

"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her 
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King In His 
Last Battle Campaign..What Is a King Without An Updated Chronicle..
Send In My Little Prince For His Voice As He Reads Through His Texts Of 
Poetry..Lures The King His Father To a Closer Salient Walk With The gods..
Tell The War Generals To Give Me A detailed Brief of Our Next Campaign.."

At Morn..
"Send In The Finest Of Thy Young Warriors..So I can Test My Stealth In The Very 
Face Of Battle and Danger...
What Have Young Men Turned Themselves into..So Lazy,Wanton and Unmanly..
Off My Sight Before I Seek Thy Skulls This Very Instant..
(In Privacy With The Head Warrior)..Oh! Sarskaas Your Young Boys Are one of the 
Best in The Region My Training Sessions Are Truelly Refreshing..Tell this not to 
them Lest you build the Fruits of Pride and Treachery in their Young Minds..
Do Usher in My Seductive Belles to Show Off Their Waists in Acts of 
Poetry,Dance and Linguistic Body Embellishments..."

At Noon..
"You The Dreaded Most Notorious KING Of the Valley..A Demi god,Invincible and 
Indestructible..As I Speak Kiss The Sole Of My Feet and eat this dish of Camel 
Dung mixed with fine desert sand..
Ax-Man when he finishes his dessert Bring me his Head on My 'Royal Golden 
Skull-Dish'..
Usher in the Wise Men of the South..For I want to converse with them in this 
same spirit of Saliency..
Stuff the roast Calf portions with a lot of herbs and Spices..You well know its the 
Obsession of the Men from The south.."

At Sundown..
"Usher in the different contingents of Musicians to Entertain my Salient Guests...
Wrap My 'Lotus Fumes' Quickly so I can Smoke this Life's Troubles Aways..And 
See Through the One Eye of the gods in Solemnity and Blissful Thinkings,
Head Eunuch Do Send A Servant to The Harem..He Should Tell My Queens to 
get A-Ready For Their Lord is in Good Shape for Royal Rumbles and More..
Oh! My Faithful Knights your War plans were excellent..Go Now Enjoy and Excite 
your souls as much..Retain your honour and have the War at the Back Of your 
Minds..
Depart In Peace..Many A-Waists in The Harem are Restless.. 
I go in to Satisfy My Very Own.."
Welcome Again To The World Of That Certain King..


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Down And Out Haiku Slam

<                                          whispers of the wind .........
                                            speak to enchanted sea .........
                                            bp ........  going down


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THE HARLEY DAVIDSON MOTORCYCLE

Engraved in chromes steel, is benedictions creed
The road warrior's born to be free mentality,
A legacy's name embossed in history, behold
The American Harley Davidson Motorcycle. 
Fires hell bound creation, blazing down the
Interstates two lane highway, feasting upon
The concrete and asphalt jungle, it lives to be driven,
And is driven to live.
Emerging from brimstone's smoke, and hails
Lightning flash, a two wheeled vehicle of deliverance,
Cuts the wild heart in half, releasing mankind's
Inner beast setting it free, unto the open roads
Badlands, of ultimate abandonment to freedom's row.
The rebel unforgiven,thus follows the lost by ways
Seeking liberation’s untamed spiritual knowledge.
Held firmly beneath the wings of the American eagle, and
Draped within the standard most sacred
Under the red, white, and blue flag, of the U.S.A. 
A living entity, releasing society's inhibitions,
At the sound of it's mighty roar, a freed lone wolf,
Racing against the winds of the restless spirit.
The leather jacket's brotherhood, symbolizing
A grand belief in the declaration of independence,
That all men are created equal, and shall have the
God given right, to seek true freedom's liberty at will.
These are the modern cowboy desperado's,
 Riding upon dual engines of power,
Time bandits whom trust in God and country alone.
A stampers anvil strikes in thunders rage, 
Melting quick silver, speeds downwards
 Into a symbolic mold, leaving behind tradition's
Birthmark,  and the Harley Davidson symbol
 Is born.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


 











  


  



 

 








 


 











  


  


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NOT MY little JOY

    NOT MY LITTLE JOY

Everyone who knows knows it shouldn’t have gone this way
A friend I’ve had for eons knows this isn’t the way it should be
That such a threat be handed unto me
My ex-wife Peggy will say the same
That such a strengthened opponent would summon my name
Just three quicksilver years out of high school
Thought I was cruel because those guys seemed cool
Only to be confronted and finally tormented by  such a gory ghoul
Without  question my parents would tell you “not my boy
Not my boy who blessed this earth with his birth
And oh how cute at only ten days old he could get up on one knee
Things like this don’t happen to him, my husband or me”

And they would say those exact same words only maybe paraphrased a bit
I feel like yelling loud enough for people for miles around to hear me scream “Holy S**t
This isn’t fair and I can’t bear the thought of such a callous end
After my doing things an honest man could never defend 
Looking back at the people a hurt badly enough for blood to run
And every single act of selfishness I have ever done
So now, as my every dream, plan and prayer fades
Maybe it’s righteously right that I would contact aids
    © 2011.… Phreepoetree



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Departed

Mingle  shattered  in shocks
Velocity shaking in sleep known fault
Catastrophe  strip away  sirens
Underneath  rubbles   
Canan fires  and looters

Missing in survival dreams
Warp  dressing dreaperes
Eyes of sun blind in light  in nightfall 
Under chipped and cracked 
Departed from you again 




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King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


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Brutus Iulius Trois part 17

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 17

Assaracus grandson of Helenus crossed to the fore
Linus I led these enslaved sons before your birth
I gave Brutus the sword which cut our bonds 
for brave Linus I also feared to use it.
My mother was Trojan My father Greek
I loved both must I choose between them?
Brutus the Trojan, Linus the Greek must I choose?
We are as a new nation, a new people 
the old Phoenix dies as the new Phoenix soars 
above the flames of its fathers funeral pyre
Aeneas, Ulysses  now Brutus were exiles 
let our new people follow the new Pendragon home.


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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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"Malicious' Father"

Ànd I thought to myself how I do, stand within astonishing disbelief

When I behold once more the manifestation of his maligned and malignant face....

Like somehow viewing an apparition appearing, before the gates of grace

Disguisingly vague; behind these darkened window panes, of his masquerade!?

Boldly splithering his splather of finely prepared, to grasp and take

The dissolvings stirred within these tampered views; always splattered 

Amongst the disheveled discomforts propelled, upon the discordant humans race....

While slowly lifting his cartoonish covert mask, of reasons entangled

From upon his identities truth, of revealings cardinal carcass face?!

Stepping from the glass profound to present this jagged crown

Hidden, beneath these broken edges of his fallaciously glittering, malnutritioned smile 

And, malicious is his name....

As he enters through the secret side doors pathway

Now, seperated from its hinges which once held his presence bound?

Reaching forth to expose these sharpened pointed nails 

Extending, from his pentagrams petrified and gray ghost hands

To cast these crossbones upon the scarlets floor, of vaporings, soon to be chance....

No longer but a myth anymore; written beyond the pages of his mysticals lore!

Slowly, crossing these barriers of the realmistics gates unknown

Which were somberly and bitterly, not long ago, once foretold?

And while as these impious implosions of what shall soon commence

Intwine themselves within the webs of this worlds lost, and without defense

"Crimson and clovers, over and over;" omens, towards a time wastedly, spent!

Gazing beyond the reflections now; as I stand amid these wonderous tides....

Beyond the horrors which shall proceed and yet encompass; enclose; his fateful face 

Suddenly appearing vague no more; these curtains which do cover, his darkened windows 
day

Crossbones cast upon the scarlets floor; burning pages, once thought to be lore!?

That called him throughout the centuries, millenniums, and more

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Malicious' father"


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Battle For The High Seas

Lo and Behold

 A Subterranean grip

 Alas a woman's mass appears in this Word Trip

 she cries for Ahab to head ashore "Give the creature the slip"!

Avast a wide mast unfurls across the ship 

The Captain's cries for the harpoon are drowned out by the cracked whip 

The wondrous size of the White Whale appears from the drip 

The sheer weight of the beast causing the schooner to flip 

The showdown is on 

between Captain Ahab and Moby Dick


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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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Friendship 101

Friendship is the state of both people being the best of friends. Friendship also means      that one person is to protect the another person (man and/or woman) from all kinds of danger, even being taken advantage of. There's always a difference between two people being just friends and both best friends (a boy and a girl) falling in love with each other, especially when they've known each other since they were babies or elementary school. Building friendships mean that he and/or she has built the bridges that will never break  or burn unless they'd betrayed each other by having affairs with their boyfriends/girlfriends, selling them out to the the wrong crowd (including the devil), and that kind of stuff. It seems that without each other, they're nothing. Both people, including those from either elementary school, middle school, high school, or college really need each other, especially when they will have found out that their spouses or lovers have been cheating on them with somebody else. The greatest thing everybody should learn about friendships is that all friends are there for each other every single day. And the other greatest thing about friendships is that they've got each others' backs, especially when they're falling on hard times like facing reality, dealing with being decades old, that kind of stuff. Let's hope that all friendships don't end in pain, sadness, and suffering. And if these people continue to stay the best of friends for years and years, even through out all of the school reunions, things will always be the same. I hope all friendships stay stronger than ever forever.


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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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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 03

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 3 

On Sylvanus's ninth day his name day
two bright stars fell, flaming 
Ascanius sent for the soothsayer Merlinius
A seventh son of veiled Despoina
Ascanius asked Merlinius to prognosticate and predict 
the meaning of fates portents 
solely to Ascanius spoke Merlinius
spoke he first of fell and faraway times
When Hercules stepped on Troy sacking it
Troy was destroyed but not the Trojans
When Paris chose Venus, his prize was Troy's curse
So again broken and burned was beloved Troy
The survivors scattered, Aeneas settled here
Troy was destroyed but not the Trojans


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Brutus Iulius Trois part 01

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 1

Only the oldest among us all
can truthfully tell the tale
of the way the world was
after noble Troy fell
Priam's kingdom  scattered to dust and ashes
escaped had Aeneas  cousin to Priam 
westward fled guided by Venus
weary of wandering finding sweet rest
in the lands of Latinus, ruler of Alba Longa
Princess Lavinia warmly welcomed the widower
gifting Aeneas her dowry, the ancient Dardanian Shore
If he but challenge Turnus her suitor
Duke Turnus who desired land more than a wife.

**.. more to come  this is a pages long epic after all.


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The Beast

This is an epic tale I shall unwind
Of a beast born to keep us blind
He lives in a time not to far away
This is a present yarn I spin today
All the worlds countries united as one
Lost in the plight of one mothers son
The Anti-Christ risen to the mark of the beast
As the entire world blindly sits down for the feast
Crime is defeated there is peace in the land
Just take the bar code to the back of your hand
Long before this day the story was told
Who is the King he who holds all the Gold
I often contemplate if he knows what he does
For all that is written shall be as it was
Solve all the worlds problems well know this as true
If you seek an answer your computer gives it to you
The entire world is at the tip of your fingers
No need to go out just stay here and linger
Banking from here flashes up on the screen
You'll have more time to ponder and dream
So you wish to shop let me offer some sites
Pay with a number it'll be shipped overnight
Stop to consider the old word Foundation
Join with the rich to feed every nation
No need to worry there is nothing to chance
Just sit at your computer lost in my trance
The old ways diminished the world is new
If you're seeking love the computer finds it for you
If your not seeking love it offers you lust
For pleasing everyone is truly a must
It's entered our factories as well as our stores
Hell it's even taken over our wars
Crime will be defeated by the watchful eye
As another satellite takes to the sky
Without the Honor of war there is no need to fight
War machines controlled by the beast of the night
I treasure the stories, the stories of old
Where brave men fought with hearts of gold
When the keeper of dreams was our Lord
And to kill a man you made the sword
When marriage was Till death do us part
Parents nourished and protected their children's hearts
When family's were like the limbs of a tree
Spreading no further than they needed to be
With those days gone and all but forgot
The Souls of man has started to rot
Before long as men sit down to feast
They will offer thanks unto the beast
Science is driven know this is true
To reason all the faith out of you
They teach our children we evolved from a cell
Can you see how far our country has fell
As the Beast sits back with his evil grin
Having faith in the Lord has become a sin
As God is removed from the allegiance we say
Well exactly who do our leaders follow today
Oh thats right we are all seeking gold
As the story of the beast starts to unfold




© 2007 Michael Jordan


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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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Brutus Iulius Trois part 05

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 5

Ascanius did not weep or cry in anger
Ascanius did not try to stop what was to come
doing such things had never helped his father Aeneas
Ascanius placed his faith in older prophecies made
and his trust in the protection of grandmother Venus
with peaceful prayers sent he pleas to the Parcae
Nona spin your finest threads for my son.
Decima give him a full cup of life leave him not wanting
Morta keep your knife idle until after my time. 
Ascanius paid the Augur in silver coin
one eyed Merlinius bowed and left 
To his soldiers Ascanius said slay me this soothsayer
but the mage Merlinius staged his own suicide 
drinking a draught of false death 
disappearing some said  into the west


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The End Day

At the day of tribulations'
Reckless deeds' and end 
Of time
Your consternation
Beguiles' me
And is relative to me
Fore
The Lord is He
Yet,
The maker of mammon
Hath made his bound
Of inequity
Amidst
The trove and treasure
Of the unholy
Which the un-holy of thee
Shall never resist

GF


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MYSTIC PARABLE

Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!


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Kalki The Great Destroyer

Exit the chaos from which you are derived the Prince of Providence makes his existence felt with head held miles high for he has survived against all the uneven odds acknowledging the victory he gives a slight accepting nod while at loss for words for he has exceeded more than ever deserved sitting upon his throne, unowned at the highest peak existence has known Hear me Great Destroyer, conqueror of lesser men from heaven or hell, or the wishing well from what shadow did you ascend? a shadow who dominates the light the prince leaves prints of a powerful foresight a kiss goodnight, for the waning age not one sole survive, to witness his rage a chaos reign, for all the accepted learn to control it, or join the neglected I live within the golden gates survivor of the olden days staring frozen by his gaze stuck for eternity in my own mind maze Where have you been? What have you witnessed? How did you become master to the submissive? How did you beat the horror you faced? The Prince of Destruction is of calamity made


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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 04

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 4

Where Trojans are there will be Troy
Here the sons of Silvanus Dardanus shall inherit
and Lavinia's bloodline shall dwindle down  
caught by a curse  not even Anna Perenna can protect them
as the very last drops are given to wolves
Jealous Juno will cry justice for wife stealers
As for the house of Ascanius and the true Trojans
Where Trojans are there will be Troy
Sylvanus and Julia betrothed will be.
Two bright stars that flame and fall 
a matricide, a patricide an orphan child
shall escape his curse and rescue Creusa
who cries all alone in Troy's ruins 
his legacy that of great nations


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WELL I DECLARE


If people had nothing to complain about,
They'd have nothing to say a all, 
From the weather, it's to hot in the summer,
It's two cold in the winter, well I declare.
It's Autumn and mid-stream the perfect temp,
Yet still good lord these complainer find 
Something guarented.
If someone found an orange, someone else
Would call it an apple, well I declare, it
As a fruit, and let them deal with that.
The prices of gas is to high,
Food costs are through the roof,
Well I declare, you Mr. or Mistress,
Ride a bike, and go on a diet,
Because some of us, of tired of
Hearing your gripping.
Well I declare war on these
Complainers, these folks whom
Believe that there is something 
Wrong with everything.
Those negative Nancy's or Stanley's,
Why not try the positive side of life instead,
Go out and give a heart felt compliment
To a stranger, watch them smile, it'll
Make you feel good inside my friend
Just try it.
Well I declare if it doesn't your two far gone,
To change at all, but I'm not going to change to
The darker side of the force, as luke sky walker
Would say, I'm walking the friendierly side of 
The street, where the sun shines always.
Well I declare, that I do believe within all
Mankind there is a positive point, and  one
Just has to look beyond all these prickly pears,
To find that heart of gold within.
I've seen it happen this special miracle, 
So just do something nice for your fellow
Man and you will share with me in this
Wonderment.
Positive to the negative it is true,
I so declare it.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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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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Can You Help Me I'm Lost

lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard


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The Death of Saddam Hussein

It's been a long time since Saddam Hussein was executed by the Arab authorities and the U.S. Armed Forces (the U.S. Army, the U.S. Navy, the U.S. Coast Guard, and the U.S. Air Force). This guy had been terrorizing the entire Arabian nation since the Cold War and Operation: Desert Storm. Saddam had been torturing people for no reason and chopping up his victims limb by limb. The Arabians and the Americans are glad that Saddam Hussein's dead, especially for what he did to these people, even his wife.  It seems that he had pure hatred toward other people, including us Americans. Saddam was responsible for the deaths of all innocent Iraqi's citizens. the loser was also responsible for starting the war games in Iraq and stuff. Mr. Hussein was the President of Iraq until he was captured by the U.S. Armed Forces and the then-President of the United States of America George W. Bush. Saddam Hussein was just like Osama Bin Laden, even when that guy killed all of the U.S. citizens in New York City on Tuesday, September 11, 2001. And because of Hussein and Bin Laden, the United States of America had lost its innocence, even since 9/11. Not only was Saddam Hussein a gutless coward, but on top of all that, he was also a womanizing cheater and a heartless assassin, too, as well. But now that this human-killing, soulless, heartless Neanderthal has been executed for starting war games, terrorizing unexpected citizens of Iraq, and killing the men because they couldn't get jobs, go to school, or whatever (good riddance), the Iraqis back in 2004 had moved on with their lives. and not only is Saddam Hussein dead, but Osama Bin Laden is also dead. And as far as the Iraqis, the U.S. Armed Forces, and the U.S. citizens are concerned, the giant Pit of Inferno is exactly where they belong. We all wish Saddam Hussein, Osama Bin Laden, and other terrorists had never been born.


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sacrifice

from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains
'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking
the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting
to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening

if she floats - she's a witch and frankly must die
if she sinks, well, obviously she's sufficiently pious
when down on the bottom, we can't hear her cries
of sacrifice, still, very little can get by us

filed and defiled is all the better all the while
as the former digits click off of our palms
fingers and toes, complete legs fall away, as do 
whole heads mounting kill count without qualms

virgin girls, citizen children, soldiers of play
their sacrifice is for civilization after all
us, uh, i mean the gods, won't have it any other way
they must have their place on our wailing wall

the altar so sacred, so blood red royal
C-4 strapped around plain white-robed torso
from handlers who assure they have the will of God
sending heavenward, pink clouded supplication - more so

for the sacrifice of the body than of the soul
robed theocratic surgeons who cut off our noses
in a perceived attempt to maintain their control
of those around them that might be opposed to

notions that they need not explain themselves,
or that God demands carnage for reasons unknown,
that their actions should beget peace in our time
that they shan't pick up, to cast, the first stone

that we all could be better humans I suppose
if we sacrificed our pride, instead of our fear
if we worked hard not to be taken for a ride by
admitting things aren't what they might first appear

dunno, but if there is a god for us to pray to
then maybe we could pray to not be preyed upon
and sacrificed for that bloody old world view
time to cook up some whorled peas - and move on

© Goode Guy 2012-08-02


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Brutus Iulius Trois part 02

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 2 

After Aeneas the trojan took Turnus in battle
he settled his  sons in his ancestors home. 
Cruesa's surviving son, sad eyed Ascanius 
Known as Iulius Trois,   The hairy serpent of  Troy
And Lavinia's sole spawn  Silvanus  Dardanus 
 Heir of the ancient Arsian woodlands 
So great was the bond between  brothers 
Ascanius named a son Silvanus Trois 
and Silvanus a daughter Julia Dardanus
both bastard born by lords rights with bondwomen
acknowledged still for so few were family 
for the sake of the lineage none could be left
exposed to the elements, abandoned orphans of fate. 


Details | I do not know? | |

THESE STATES UNITED - PART II

How someone like you 
 
and me
 
could ever be
 
this forever free

Never say never

Ever
 
Oh say, can you see
 
this valiant righteous fight
 
of the tiny 13
 
against the giant gorgeous gallant might
 
of the Royal Crown
 

into that last gleaming
 
fluorescent
 
effortlessly seeming
 
twilight 
 
as American soldiers fell
 
and died
 
and their women 

and Lady Liberty

rang the bell
 
and cried
 
screaming
 
and the little ones 
 
so sound asleep
 
nestled in their bed
 
so peacefully dreaming
 
whilst their King 

while their King lay dead
 

Hear his deep voice echo over and over in your head
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
as you lay there
 
missing and yearning
 
teaching and learning
 
freezing and burning
 
and tossing and turning
 
battledrums slow and become tribal
 
Yes, you too, remembers what he said:
 
"It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible"


 
So trumpeters blew and told 

their story
 
the drumboys rolled
 
out Old Glory
 
My God behold
 
Watch Old Glory
 
so dignified
 
unfold
 
Stars and Stripes 
 
thus signified

an Independence newfound
 

on Sacred, Sacred, Splendid, Sacred, Holy ground
 
Kneeling at ground Zero
 
Never forget
 
My, your, Our forgotten Hero

Ole' Father George pause and take a good look around
 
Ole' Father George steal the stars 
 
just this once

just in between
 
the glare of royal red rockets
 
and hand them to
 
the mighty 13
 
and the red stripes so soaked with blood
 
from our beloved Mother
 
across the pond

Sons no more, oh no, Mother 
 
There isn't any other
 

It’s me now - your new younger brother

Just passing through

the bright white rays of sunlight
 
into the big bold box of navy blue
 
into starry starry nights
 
Ole' Father George, our hopes ignited
 
Your legs so weary
 
Our dreams excited
 
Thank you, Ole' Father George
 
Thank you, God
 
God Bless These States United




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Veterans Honored Everywhere

My daddy served till I was six.
A Navy man.  He loved his ship.

Rejecting Hero he would proclaim.
"Those who died should have that name."

Sailed many times across the waves.
Rescuing prisoners from cells as graves.

A Coxman warning of things to come.
That sound still echos to setting sun.

Blow the whistle as bugals blare!
Today Veterans shall be honored everywhere.

             MAFLongfellow


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Immortal View of Time

Immortal I stand at the dawn of time watching as history unfolds what will become of 
mankind. War and evil is said to be man made, but it was created by the Ancient of Days; 
long before the snake will entice the mortals to slay.

The land is green with promise of that which is unseen, seize the day while it is young is the 
battle cry of the old, carpe diem is dead and cold. Potential is something that is most not fully 
realized, and never surpassed. History is the story of man never learning from the mistakes 
they have made before; there is no new problem under the sun.

Little spiders in my brain running at the speed of light, each carries a little thought some of: 
joy, hope, fear, and delight. Another fly dies food for thought is consumed fueling my mind 
through out the night.

The war within is the one not without belief, that these ants, spiders, and flies live and die for 
something larger than what they are in this life. “Veni Vedi Veci” Caesar cried but what was it 
for that this ant died? Shakespeare wrote, he spun and weaved but with his web of beautiful 
words is he really anything more than a spider to me?

The Brink of the dawn until this point in time: you’re born, you live and die. Is there a point to 
try? The pages of history are all the same, but do your best to live it different in each day. We 
will put it on your grave that you dared to live for the new day, which never came for you 
anyways.

Immortal I stand at the setting of the sun it seems like yesterday time has just begun; but 
now it’s done and these mortals had a good run. They have managed to find grace in the 
eyes of the Ancient of Days.


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Torture Within

There is a dividing line between the chasm fault

Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet
They are only fooling themselves through a dance
One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Lines have been drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand?
The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle
Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle?

Clearer heads have prevailed yet

There is still known torture from within my friend
One will take the time out to listen
A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place
Circumstances all for second glances?

Yet the heart from within will surface again 

Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while
A pen on a paper a stereo to caper
Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish
Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss

In agony we will begin to see
A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key
Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights
Shattered fragments on the pavement floor 

Some are eager & caught in vice
perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?


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Omlet - or - The Taming of the Screwball

         "OMLET"
            or
      "The Taming Of A Screwball"
      cast of characters:
      Julius Caesar
      A Roman Teenaged Kid
      A Roman Guard
      Brutus
      A bunch of Caesars Girlfriends
      A bunch of Roman Senators
   
   Julius picked up the violin and looked at the
kid. ""Et playdimus youdimus?"" he asked.
   "Nonimus!" replied the kid. "Cousinimus Nero
playsimus."
   "Ahhhh," sighed Julius. "Prodigimus bratimus."
   Suddenly a guard ran in, waving his sword and
shouting, "Mightymus Ceasermus! Brutumus et comingus!"
   Just then Brutus comes in, followed by a bunch
of drunk senators. All of Caesars girl friends
run offstage screaming in terror.
   "Ahhhh--Friendimus Brutumus..."" Julius said,
putting his arm around Brutus' shoulder.
   Brutus took out a dagger and promptly
thrusted it up Caesars bellybutton.
   "Ahhhhhhh--Brutumus!"" Caesar repeated.
"Youdimus screwdimus meedimus."
                     curtain
                      (applause)
© Ron Wilson


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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 19

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 19

light hearted Brutus danced long at his wedding
Ere he left Chanoia to sail home, home to Troy
happy Brutus was with his bride  fair Helens image
youthful Imogen, old pandrasus's proud daughter
with his fleet he went sailing , keeping to the coastlines
through the archipelagos, around the Greek peninsula
at every anchorage being joined by freedmen and escaped bonds men
at every anchorage being  provisioned by small kings and unhappy chieftains
who hastily sent away this army of  would be Trojans back to Troy


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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 14

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 14

Loud laughed Pandrasus  Hear the mice roar 
yet  stubborn Pandrasus swiftly gave chase
over the high mountain, through the deep forest
so easily he fell to the trap Brutus had laid
on Achelous'es banks Brutus did ambush the king
Brutus standing tall looked down at Pandrasus
Pandrasus said Brutus Irony is fates game
Greek oppression rebuilt my nation  
in truth you Pandrasus built my wooden horse 


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The charge of the heavy mob

Half price sale, half price sale’
Half price sale today.
Into the town centre on a bus 
Rode those to be plundered.
Forward the crowd as it swayed
“Charge on your card! The cry
Into the town centre to shop
Rode those to be plundered

Shoppers to the right of them
Shoppers to the left of them
Shoppers all in front of them
Brolly and handbag drawn, at bargains 
They wondered.
Storming the shelves they yelled
On to the tills they fell
Into the jaws of debt
Into the hardest sell
Charged those that were plundered

Where are the deals they made?
Oh how they did some trade
All the town wondered 
Would bill’s ever be paid
In the homes of those
That were plundered.

Charlie Milne 2008



Thank you and sorry, Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), 

A great poet from a time of the greatest poets.






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America

Maybe your the land of the free
land of liberty and slavery
do what we want you to and dont throw a fit
suck it boy get over it

Land of liberty but can be arranged
still the land we call a cage
if you can make it away from the norm
just dont forget of the form

we want you!! x6

no one can heal our scars
better pray to the stripes and stars
put the rest in the past
say hello to the new low class

our soil is not complete
this land is guillotine
let out filth build up for all this time
fill yourself with american pride

we want you!! x6


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DR JACKAL AND MR HYDE

Science verses madness, welcome Dr. Jackal meet Mr. Hyde,
Within all of mankind a darker side resides, it is a beast,
Teetering on the brink of being released at any time.
Hatred’s malcontent, our inner basic instinct prowls, in
Our darkest part of the soul of humanity.
A madman’s obsession to gain control of his darker side,
Experiments in places where thou’est should not dare to go,
Making judgments, that should be left unto a higher powers calling.
In a hidden laboratory, beneath the darkened streets of London,
A scientist crosses a fine thin line between the conscious. and
Unconscious mind, splitting his spiritual soul in two, releasing the
Beast from within himself, Mr. Hyde I, presume, heckles into the
Night, I’m free at last.
In shadows hollows he lurks, waiting to prey on the innocent,
Unaware of his malevolent presence, a black bag tucked under
This creature of the inhumane picks his victim with sheer disdain.
Luring them with silver flashing coins of promise, he kills without
Hesitations malice, relishing in their screams of tortures monumental
Torment.
But the manufactured poison, wares thin, and the Dr. Jackal, personality,
Chimes in again, realizes what his ulter ego has done, but it is two late,
To save the innocent from death’s final demise, so he flees the scene,
Escaping into the night’s shroud.
Never again Dr. Jackal vows will I release this demon within myself, yet
Hyde will not be denied I will take power again.
Dark and light battle within them both, until the eclipse of one nights full
Moon descends, and Dr. Jackal faces Mr. Hyde at last, ending his own life
At last, when he realizes it is the only way, to silence the feast within him.
But in hell’s final crescendo, whom truly has lost the battle for existence,
Man or monster.
Heaven only knows the truth on such matters; I’m just a lone mourner,
At a madman’s funeral, and shall I place two roses upon his grave, one
Of ebony black, and one white.
Farewell my friends, Dr. Jackal, and Mr. Hyde, may you both find some
Peace on the other side.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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The Battle of Hastings

The cold wind north, fate took its course
As fate is fain to do
For kings fall down, that bloody crown!
And still the eagle flew.

The time had come, to cross the chasm
To stop the king untrue.
From France to Wales, through storms and gales,
And still the eagle flew.

They manned the sails ere sun grew pale
For twas a hardy crew
With thousand score of men aboard 
And still the eagle flew.

Men grew weary, sea was dreary
Til land was within view 
They were ready, swords a - steady
And still the eagle flew.

In days of yore, upon the shore,
Both silent and subdued
For who says aught afore they fought
And still the eagle flew.

The marched o’er peaks til days were weeks 
The Normans, they all knew 
It would be soon, before next moon
And still the eagle flew.

In foreign land they must withstand,
With death to pay their due.
From the forest, the battle crest!
And still the eagle flew.

To conquer all, Harold will fall!
The Normans marched on through, 
Ready to kill on Senlac Hill
And still the eagle flew.

While juggling swords, he sang the words
Of Roland brave and true.
Twas Taillefer, the jester fair
And still the eagle flew.

Dead soldier there by Taillefer
Then Harold’s soldiers slew
The jester’s head, first Norman dead
And still the eagle flew.

Then time seemed froze, no swords nor blows
But blood would fall anew,
As fights broke out, with gore throughout
And still the eagle flew.

Then time resumed, all men were doomed
For such is war I knew.
Swords were flashing, knights were clashing
And still the eagle flew.

The Normans won, the battle done,
The mighty King they slew,
That great Harold, that king so bold.
And still the eagle flew.

The conqueror, the saviour
Twas William, king anew,
Upon the throne, Britain his own
For now his eagle flew.
 
The eagle flew with doves unto
That field of gore wasting
For thus ended that “noble” deed,
The Battle of Hastings.


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THE VOICES OF SALEM

Through the whispering pines,
Down the rolling hills,
Beneath the moons illumination,
Hear them calling, the voices of Salem.
From the cold ground, vengeance’s spirits,
Seek justices revenge.
Innocent blood, beseeching the truths,
Knowledge to be told.
Whom are their judges, honest man,
Nay corruptions greedy thieves.
Land mongers, mongrels seeking
To feast upon the down trontan, and poor.
Witches are they, marked by the devils
Own imprint of evil.
Yet in reality simple farming  folk, toiling for
A better life, caught in a webbing of deceits lies.
Be accursed generations whom with hold,
What was done unto them.
For God's wrath shall be swift and without
Mercy.
In the winters solstice, as the season of death
Takes center stage.
Unmarked tomb stones lie disturbed, by
Ghostly images, cryin out for their atonement's
Liberation.
Ancestral names held on bondage’s list,
Without resolutions resolve.
The innocent retain the stains
Of legacy’s branding mark.
The shackles of history, hold these
 Spirits hostage,
Release these souls, dearest lord, most high,
Let the honest know freedoms cleansing air.
Write the wrongs done unto them, 
Let the voices of Salem be silent at last.
To rest in peace forever, along side their
Beloved kindred.
In the sacred earth of their mother church,
With blessings words spoken ever so softly,
Over them.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



 

 


 


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Leonidas, King

From Heracles immortal line sprang Kings of Agiad
The blood of Gods and heroes in mortal flesh thus clad
And such was Leonidas, half brother to the King
Cleomenes of Sparta, of whom the poets sing

When came the call to Athens aid when none would take the stand
Leonidas Spartan stood, three hundred by his hand
‘We will take and hold the field against the Persian hordes
At Thermopylae prepared to die, we greet them with the sword.’

Thespian and Theban heard and rallied to the call
Their phalanx in the narrow pass an impenetrable wall.
Xerxes watched the waves of men diffuse against the might,
as Grecian stalwart heroes held, until the loss of light.

For two full days the Pass they held, whilst facing fearful odds,
until undone by Ephialtes, betrayer of the Gods.
Across the hills by mountain path were the valiant undone
And Leonidas understood the rearguard shield was gone

He called the valiant to his side and marked his standing stone
Let thespians and Thebans turn, here Sparta stands alone
Three hundred stood in scarlet lines their valiant death to wait
and leave the field upon their shields as every Spartans fate

Thus fell Leonidas King, who stood when none else dared
Defending Athens and all Greece lest dishonour ensnared
Remembered in the halls of Zeus with victors laurels bound
Three hundred stood three hundred fell and sanctified the ground

And thus the Delphic Oracle’s foretelling came to pass
That all of Sparta be destroyed or else King Leonidas
One year upon Plataea’s fields, with the final battle won
Remembered every Grecian heart this noble Spartan son


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Brutus Iulius Trois part 26

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 26

as the ships came together the Trojans boarded the Thracian tireme
swords slashing stabbing slicing as they bloodily slayed the pirates 
Imogen left behind looked away looked down upon the water 
only she saw Hesoine's ashes transform into a sea dog
a great grey seal that swam to the beach of Cynossema
finding shelter beneath the shadow of Hecuba's empty tomb.  


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Thuglife ain't no joke its real.......

Thuglife is a real thing, 
you got children out on the streets playing with guns, 
selling drugs and even going so far as to sell themselves for a little bit of money, 
thinking that it's cute to be down with the bloods, gd, crips, latin kings, and all the rest. 
Thuggin up is the way of life they say, 
but here I am as a witness that its not. 
I used to run with the gangs, 
thought that was hot, it was the stuff. 
Friends got shot and I didn't care at the time. 
Was a runaway from foster care, and 
got busted one day trying to be down with the gang life. 
Picked up for shoplifting because the old head told me to, 
Placed in a group home, pregnant, 
Was an evil young lady and just used to cuss everyone out. 
Placement showed me the way and showed me who God is. 
Used to get beat by the old head and thought that I deserved it, 
I was his property and that's how it went. 
Reality kicked in when I got sent to the group home, 
Old head left me even though he knew I was pregnant,
Said don't come back till you ready to handle the knifes again, 
I didn't play with the guns and glocks, I had knifes instead, 
I was glad when I got out and lucky that no one shot me when I did. 
It ain't usually that easy to get out of the thuglife, 
you either get jumped out or shot up and 9 times out of 10 
either way it goes you going to die, because 
you know they every move and they scared you going to 
snitch. Thuglife aint no joke its a real thing.


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America after 1962

On June 25, 1962 prayer was taken out of school
It was like losing a ring's precious jewel 
If you look into America's history 
You will find that it is no mystery
From that date on we haven’t been as strong
I believe we have done something terribly wrong
What they teach in history books simply overlooks
Important information that has raised up a blind generation
Youth, family, education, and national life is far from the same
We have lost morals and values that our forefathers firmly proclaimed
A Blessed Nation under God we have always been
But in the last 50 years it has become destroyed by an abundance of sin
Divorce rate is at an all-time high
While so many children grow up fatherless and wonder why
Gang violence increases each day
Teenage pregnancy has become a common way
Young people search for love in all the wrong places
Leaders in government wear faulty faces
Role models have become extinct
Technology while good has caused many jobs to sink
A nation rife with perjury
Broken marriage covenants In need of surgery
Unforgiveness extortion bribery slander and profanity
We need God to restore us too sanity
Hypocrisy, and lawsuits initiated solely for revenge and personal gain 
Doing things are own way has caused us much pain
The rich are getting richer and the poor sit back and cry
People have lost their integrity yet shake their fists at the sky
If you want to learn open a bible and begin to read
If we listened to its wisdom we wouldn’t have so much need
We have become too liberal as a whole
Besides having so much debt, we are all losing our souls
If anyone talks about God in school they risk losing their profession
Yet more and more young people suffer from anxiety and depression
Many are on medication making doctors filthy rich
So many people are dying in their own emotional ditch
Statistically we are on a downward spiral
Many people turn their heads or just live in denial
History is important to learn
For it shows us how quickly society can turn 
We all have to answer to God someday
And if I were you I would start to learn his way
For if we are going to continue to be America the best
We have to take a moment to address
All the ways we have allowed this country to slip
Take personal responsibility and restore our spiritual grips
Weneed to take back the people's power
We are living in a crucial hour
If we don’t open our eyes ears and mouths we will fall instead of just bend
who knows this time if this damage we can mend.

 by: Sabina nicole


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You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


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THE ORIGIN OF ORIGIN

How do we go back through Time, Space, Matter and Reasoning to the Origin of 
Origin and commune with the Original Originator?


Is it through our death?
Is it through re-birth?
Is it through the Earth?
Or is it when we berth?

As we drift in-to a quiescent dock
Bourne by waves of Mercury, we rock
Silent and peaceful... no sound... no talk...

Perhaps, this time at the dock
We may find a bit of luck
At communing on the floor
With the Original Originator

How do we go back through Reasoning, Space, Matter and Time to the Origin of 
Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Is it through the Sun?
Is it when we mourn?
Is it when its dawn?
Or at the peak of form?

As we flex muscles of wood
All sinewy, all musculi, all crude
Hunched like Mr Olympia’s brood

Perhaps this time at the Water
We will commune with Awe, with Laughter
As we (hopefully) end at the door
Tha’ll be opened by the Original Originator

How do we go back through Matter, Reasoning, Space and Time to the Origin of 
Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Perhaps, this question I think can be answered on through infinity ad infinitum.....


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Ariadne

Daidalos played with poison
and the gormandizing mind of a king
corrupting DNA with his brilliance.
Poseidon’s patronage,
issues from unknown depths of depravity.

Pasiphae bore this monstrosity
and carried the shame
as women do.

AyeeeI The minds of men bent inwards
without love, cannot find creation...
so seek destruction as compromise.
Convoluted cage of sacrifice,
diabolical maze of mutilation,
how many maidens and young men wander these halls of Hades
lost beyond Persephone’s care
or Hecate’s lamplit pathway home?

Asterion they called him,
to fool the masses,
as rulers and scientists are wont to do.
He was an abomination,
left over from Atlantean arrogance,
whipped into a frenzy with a poisonous brew of fungi and root
administered by his keepers,
this Taurean,
this bull man,
this Minotaur,
devouring the hope of all within sailing distance.

His sister,
sweet Ariadne,
raised on the pain and terror,
weaned on the screams of the victims,
and the unfathomable misery of her brother,
devised a plan to end his life of hell.

The Gods of creation sent Theseus,
the golden, the brave one, from the Eastern shores
and she charmed him into trusting her.
With his life in her hands,
she held a ball of the finest spun wool,
from Demeter’s flocks,
and showed him the way through hell.
Past the bones and rotting flesh
of the sons and daughters of despair,
past the gnashing and scarring of imprisoned demons,
and through the hopelessness of the devious design of entrapment,
he journeyed, trusting,
she held his way safely in her hands.

He found her brother,
captive in his lair,
already foaming and insane
having drunk the brew Daidalos concocted for him
to twist his feeble mind.
Imprisoning his senses in addiction
blood-lust and depravity was sharpened as the finest sword.
The frenzy the great men craved and created for their pleasure
revealed here as the monster it was.
So with great pity,
compassion giving him a clear head
and steady hand,
Theseus slew Ariadne’s brother
and so released the lands from the slavery of terror.

That fine wool,
soft in the hand as spiders silk,
and as strong as faith,
led him out to a hero’s welcome
and a legacy hung in the night sky
for all to remember.
Basking in God status, he sailed home to celebrate his glory.

Ariadne, mourning the life of her brother,
the corruption of her father,
the vacant eyes of her Mother,
and the abandonment of her lover
flung herself into the sea
as a final sacrifice
to Poseidon’s hunger.


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Dichotomy

Weary of the Singular crush
The Universe expands to feed the hungry void
Scattered into fragments unfamiliar with separation
Astonished by isolation.

Nostalgic for the singularity, remnants come together
Forsaking vast expanses to cold emptiness
As debris is swept up
Forming planets, stars and galaxies.

Celestial bodies whirl around the deserted vacuum
Briefly touching each desolate point in the abyss
Remembering the void left in their wake
Never to visit again.

Nostalgic for the singularity, miraculous fragments come together
To create life!
Simple creatures born of the drive to integrate
Branching out and climbing the evolutionary tree.

The seas are teeming with life, brimming over
Until the familiar crush becomes unbearable
And the primal drive for expansion propels life outward
To occupy every vacant niche.

Nostalgic for the singularity, people come together
As family and friends, as clubs and societies,
And as lovers bridging the rift to become one again
Creating life in a moment of unity.

The sacred singularity of mother and child is cherished
Until overwhelmed by the ancient expansionary drive
And the child is expelled from the womb 
To claim one more vacancy for humanity.

All beginnings and endings are driven by the dichotomous conflict
Between competing Universal instincts
To separate and expand into the insatiable emptiness
Or to coalesce and return to ONE.


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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 09

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 9

Aurora arose and answered Aquarius's cries
Look upon Tithonus Trojan and be glad of your youth 
Venus  how are you wronged?
A generation ago Troy was taken by treachery.
The survivors separated, scattered yet still seem undefeated.
My Memnon, a king assisted Troy and died a young hero.
Your Aeneas, a hero abandoned Troy and died an old king. 
I do not hear you weep for old Aeneas.
Memnon's heirs still wander the wild lands, 
homeless, hearth-less waiting for Junos forgiveness.


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Words For The Seekers Of Light

What is left to be said whats done is far behind I'll always be filled with wonder until all reasoning subsides Sometimes I feel it's pointless for me to even try a futile attempt to break through your weakness disguised as pride As I write this all for me I won't apologize I've been sorry for long enough maybe its a failure to realize the strides I made were paid in full yet I still give you credit your not lost, just misinformed it's not your fault so don't regret it I only know what love is because it opposes my hate by the time it reaches inside my soul it will intentionally be too late I'll leave room for no one to care it always just seems they do if one would could define you it might be too much confused So now you fold into the generic mold the world is full of that only you can really change it at the rate it's going, I doubt that


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power

Outside in the distance
Thunders roll
Not storming
The light is an unexplainable show
When there is death
Some how the clouds
Darken the sky
The sound is so loud
It deafens the ear
A mushroom of smoke
Seems to appear
Blinding was the light
One can only wonder
Reasons for this titanic fight
Making the conscience ponder
Is this right?
Such brightness
In the dimness of night
Undefined by any word
Is this sight
The soul is mournful
And chest feeling so tight
One must ask
Is this a reason to fight?
Thoughts run
Questioning what is right
And what is wrong
All life present
Wiped away, forever gone
Power is a curse
Bringing no good
Not even by those rulers
Praised, or the misunderstood


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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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Blue (Summer 2010)

Blue

You can't tell a trillion dollar business what to do
if one pipe wont suck it up why not two
we're not fisherman
we don't care about you
no you can't tell a trillion dollar business what to do
we own the government and the oceans
once blue


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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 06

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 6

Silent stayed Ascanius, keeping secret his sons fate
when Silvanus inherited the Trojan crown  he wedded Julia his close cousin 
tying  the Trojan grafts tighter to their newly Latin roots. 
Julia Dardanus died in birthing a beautiful son 
she breathed her last even as he breathed his first.
In sorrow Silvanus lifted his son aloft to show the courtiers
as he hefted the babe, he  named his heavy burden Brutus.
In true Trojan fashion Ascanius had raised Silvanus his son
In such fashion Silvanus in turn raised Brutus Iulius Trois
Grey eyed Brutus was  truly a Trojan son 
as he attended his father upon a great hunt
Jealous Juno hated this Brutus this Trois 
her anger caused his arrow to slay 
neither the black boar nor the collared hind
t'was father Silvanus the fatal arrow struck.


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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


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We Are Your Future

Hay Mom and Dad
It’s been 40 years
Since you’ve been born
Now its time we change gears
	
You were to set the stage
And prepared the cast
You were to direct 
For the torch to be passed

And now in this age
As we begin a new
You were to train us
So we could surpass you

Of course there have been mistakes
Cuz you all were blind
You destroyed the world
That you were to leave behind

Pushed on by greed alone
You didn’t know
That that was your job 
So you didn’t show
The devotion
That was meant to raze
The heirs of this earth
That you set ablaze

But it’s all good 
We know our task 
And unlike you
Our head is not in our ass

And we the newgeneration
Will fix what is done
Then teach the way
For the children to come


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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…


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Fathom

 

The depths descend 
Past the boundaries
Of human conception
Of realistic features
Of one’s ideals.

So deep; distant 
So many cranks yet,
So much order.

...Tick...Tick...

Spin,
Wind,
Apply the pressure
Or... it will.

Trepidation.
Do not act so scared my child
It starts for you,
Ends for me.

Sit on my lap if you will,
I have a story to tell you
One that shall
Tell the tale.

Take this,
My soul,
My life
This piece so close to my heart.

Hold it,
Remember;
Remember the stories
All the twists and turns
Cranks and spins
Needed to get here.

S-521592
1, 2, 3
4, 5, 6
7, 8, 9
Ten... eleven...
Twelve.

Time...
An asset.
A force in its own.
So controlling.
So exhilarating.
So...
Annihilating.

It takes things away,
Brings them to life,
Tells us what the difference is between day and night.
Gives us things to look forward to
And to look back on...

This.
Is key,
Is life,
Is death,
Is money,
Time is ticking; Fathom it.


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In The Shadows Of Wounded Knee

Coming upon…
	Morose shabby hovelled homes
	Heat scorched children playing
		Sun bleached innocence

	Resolve slowly evaporating
	In the arid wasteland heat of
		The badlands of Wounded Knee

Brilliant pallid…
	Laundry whites on outside lines
	A broken spirit of surrender
		Sun blanched innocence

	The tribal elders sullen smiles
	Kilned into perfections ersatz in
		The fires of Wounded Knee

Night elapses…
	Reprieve called for in the Anepe
	Under the stifling desert heat
		Sun burned innocence

	Dry fields lay across this wasteland
	Only the proud Sioux spirit endures in
		The shadows of Wounded Knee


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GARGOYLES

What heights divide, the creatures of the sky,
From those bound unto the earth below.
Towering perches, extensions of mankind’s
 Finger tips,
Pointing upwards, towards the heavens.
A man made roosting ground, 
 For the devil's own kindred,
Creatures moving, along this kingdom
  Of height's elevation,  
In silhouette's darkened shadow realm.
Living statuary, each motions movement,
Carefully orchestrated, as so to be undetected,
By the human population below.
A haven's sanctuary, for those wishing, to
Remain, unknown and unseen.
Bat-anenoides, winged demons, watching 
From safety’s belfry.
Climbers hanging, in a free fall stance,
Tethers claws, cutting, digging into brick
 External walls.
Flapping leather wings outstretched, engulfing
The wind's mighty raw power beneath.
Echolocation’s evolutionary innovation,
Sonic beings patrolling, the nights darkness.
Blood seeking carnivores, gliding on the
Currents of air, between the city skyscrapers.
Desperation’s forgotten people, the unmissable,
Are preys targets to feast upon,
 Nothing remains, no evidences 
 Trace aloud.
Bones litter, their sited nesting place,
A jumbled weaving of human flesh,
Binned by dyed blood's adhesive
 Element.
Satan’s fallen angels of death, 
Gargoyles, a frightening descendent
Of humanity, crisis-crossed by evil's
Darker magic.
Red eyes glow, peering through
A vial of black, it observes the back
Alleys and lower places, as a hawk
Stalking, a mouse from above.
Instinctual beasts, surviving by tooth
And claw, beware whom is superior,
But dead man tell no tales.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
















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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 4)

You regret your foolish disclosure, as you confessed to be a cold hearted lover for she was 
lost of hope n’ sacrificed herself from this crest for her love for you consumed her totally, 
though her broken heart, in the care of the angels choir, now sings reforged in the fires of  
immortality…
You lived your life in the garments of a scar around your heart, covered in bark, thrombosed 
to the love of another, it now cries in virtue n’ chastity from the sentient tree that consumed 
your ashes n’ dust in the grave at the top of the crest by the sea…

I give to you Poet my blessing, so you can relinquish your guilt n’ pain of love’s abandoning 
from the bed of blame you made of your grave, for your quill is at peace till your 
homecoming into this world, my sweet poet come back to me…
For time was your crest from this day you have leapt, you are forgiven my love so rise, let 
go your purgatory n’ perhaps one day we will meet once again as your soul escapes the 
gravity of captivity, now owlish n’ wise let it fly to our destiny…

Though not a word is spoken in these moments of conjuration from a lover long gone in an 
age of castles n’ quests by the sea, it stormed all night n’ I remained by your grave side till 
sunrise n’ the flame in your eyes became the Immortal’s fire to reforge a tarnished heart, 
for your tortured soul now understands n’ through the flames your mind will follow…
Now I see the picture you have painted in the illusion of the rainbow n’ I sense the birth of 
humility n’ grace as the sun breaks through the storm clouds, for your poem of remorse 
finally rests n’ you my love are reborn with angel wings to ride mother earth’s breath…


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The evils of war

Was not every one a child?
Joy to their mother and father
And growing up as a kid
With wonder and laughter

Then they go to school 
Playing games having fun
And become a voice for others
When they don’t have one

Then some give hope to the people
Giving speeches from their tower
Then commits inhumane atrocities
When they get the taste of power

Today the worlds are full of hate
An evil that has no end
While many starves to death
For war money are spend

Men like Adolph Hitler, Robert Mugabe
George bush Jr, tony Blair, ayatollah Khomeini
Kim jong ll, idi amin, Benjamin Netanyahu
Just to name a few criminals of humanity

Pol pot murders millions in Cambodia
And the world close their eyes
The unspeakable crimes in Rwanda
Where over 500.000 people dies

I guess if the country had oil
They would have been alive today
But if you are poor nation
The United Nations looks the other way

Some kill in the name of religion
Some kills to steal your land
Some are kill by drones for just
Attending a wedding function

Hundreds of innocent are killed
By drones that they can’t see
But they are just collateral damage
But not those at Benghazi

North Korea says we have
weapons of destruction's right here
But they went to search in Iraq
Kill millions but find it nowhere

The evils of war will continue
Many more bad days still to past
More war criminals to be born
And be children playing on the grass

Many choose to cover their eyes
If it doesn't affect them, they don’t care
So while sit here writing this poem 
I can’t help it but shed a tear


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This Dream To You! MLK Honored







I could have run, And tried to hide.
When God said, "Go against the tide."
Preach Unity, And never fight.
All races on earth, Have equal rights.
In Peace and Love, "I Have A Dream."
No prejudice, or hatred, Life Serene!
I could have tried, To run and hide.
But either way, I would have died.
So I chose, To carry on.
To show in peace, We can be strong.
"I Have A Dream." It must come true!
And now God gives, This Dream To You..

------- Author's Notes -------

In Honor of Martin Luther King Jr . On his birthday January 21st


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Brutus Iulius Trois part 13

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 13

To sleeping Brutus,  Venus softly came.
Greece is no place for a true Trojan,
though your cousins shall soon rule here.
These last trojans must begin wandering anew.
When Brutus awoke he sent to the trojans,
Sent them to hiding, in the deep forest.
Sent them to houses of shelter,  to caves in the hills.
Then sent he a message to Pandrasus the king.
We'd rather die savage beasts than live as tamed pets.
We are sons of Troy though Troy is no more.
Therefore Pandrasus we now take our leave


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 1)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when
I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this 
solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an 
owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could 
not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…

Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal”  n’ your 
poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the 
memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a 
scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ 
a touch of a feather upon my face…

I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your 
pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind 
heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell 
has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were  your 
destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at 
play this day…

Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I 
no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s 
providence…
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on 
top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling 
your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…


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Brutus Iulius Trois part 21

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 21

At Sounion, Brutus climbed the cliff to Neptune's temple,
offering a spotted bull with passionate prayers for a safe voyage
As the sun set on the Aegean, a citizen came from Athens.
Philaeus, son of Eurysaces, the last king of Salamis.
An oracle of Apollo had demanded he renounce his rights to rule
and have Neptune's lost sacrifice returned to its altar 
So he gave away his kingship, and came here carrying Hesione's ashes
Hesione, the stolen sister of Priam. The late payment of Laomedon's debt.
As Laomedon's heir, Brutus accepted the task
taking the veil covered amphora, he gave it great honor
placing it upon his own ship, fastened securely behind the prow


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Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

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And the toil of the gods was great part 2

And the toil of the gods was great paert 2                                                                           
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free

				AND GOD SAID LET {US} MAKE THEM IN {OUR} 
IMAGE IN {OUR
] LIKELINESS.
HEBREW BIBLE /
  


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Torn

A bridge in maze through shift it gaze

Torn

From pillars being built in monuments to the sun;
A mouth to live yet viable led scorn,
In truth will learn as chivalry turn to worst;
Born under a bad sign in rudimentary fragmented parts...

Sheer brilliance led to essential eloquence,
Supernatural...
Torn,
I see a gate negate to climb

In distant fervor swept from behind
One in twain yet marked on its blotted page fully intact;
The deception lies in you amidst a shade of thorns,
Branded by ivy delusional thought provoking pitch,

A mind blinded lying headlong in a ditch...

In sunlight we gasp for air through pillars in illustrative thought
Torn between the world I know
Then to escape into the one I wish to go
A soul harvest to its plain;

The ghastly pitch lest I refrain again,

The light on the charitable offering still shines;
A tongue in cheek sublime rhyme,
Fought back its silence to numb its pain escape
A slide to cope in a favorable episode explode;
With no shelter to cry the outset of the fall
In silence its refusal of the slight of hand
To once again greet the average no it all
Fought back its silence to numb its pain once again
To shine in episodes of discipline within
Higher elements of discomfort & scorn
Torn

A bridge of light once again  to push away its pain within
A slope to cope a guard to wear;
Briars and silence amidst harlots with pain
The toll of lost lovers let lose in my brain
Torn
In episodes of anger
In the creative reply to things;
In destination of negate vile authority
Blinded by things that don't even please
Torn

~
Socialized wandering wizards in a heavy garb of compromise

Devastation in mass anhiliation the saga of paradise lost
Torn
With heads of state in vile treatment of hate
No sense to delegate or leave it up to fate!
~
Torn


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VALHALLA-THE VIKINGS-PART 1

In the bay of icy mists, the viking ghost ships arrive, sails set full ahead,
Crashing anchors rattle loose, plunging beneath the cold murky surf,
As the hailing horns of the dead, announce to their lord, Odin, that
Valor's courageous have arrived, and wish to enter, the great halls of
Valhalla.
Here the cold winds of the north dwell, it's chilling
Breezes flow freely, through the phantom warriors spirits.
But these rough men fear not death, nor it's harsh breath, for they
Are vikings of the northern kingdoms, and they have come for
Their last rewards treasure, to enter beyond the gates of Valhalla,
And are armed ready to fight, beside their God Odin,
In victorious battle.
In these waters of the ethereal unknown passage,
The cracking and heaving, of these heavily
Laden vessels made of vapors thin mists,
Send an eerie chill down the backs, of mortal men.
As mountain icebergs float upon the wind
Chilled oceans surface, the Valkyries approach,
Smiling beneath their shimmering chain-mail of
Brilliance honor.
On the evergreen shores, a timbered lined hall stands,
It's gates of golden pitch blaze, with fires white
Hot flames of those concurred, their souls scream
For penance mercy.
Two long swords, Chris-crossed are the gates steel dead bolts lock,
Above it's embers glow, a fierce eagle with red crimson eyes,
Grapples, it's sharpen claws, cutting deeply into the oaken shields,
On the thatched roof of the golden hall.
A lone wolf beneath therein, passes sniffing at the
Garments of the fallen men, if fears scent, the wolf so smells,
Cast out is this soul, and dammed it is forevermore.
Within the many souls do enter, a hardy welcoming at the feasting
Table mead and honey wine, is set before these hero's of honor.
But outside the ships remain tethered, awaiting for their masters safe
Return, unaware of Thor's approach, his mighty hammer set at the
Ready.
Striking with thunders raw force, the hammer of power, 
Brakes against the sheer ice, as quick as the lightning's flash,
Freezing tidal waves clash upwards, swallowing whole all evidence,
That these ghost ships ever existed.
Oh Valhalla, I pledge thee my life, my fighting spirit, my blood and 
Body given in the name of Odin, for thy honor sake, shall I live and die,
Behold the vow's pledge of these Nordic men, known as the Vikings.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



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Brutus Iulius Trois part 08

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 8

Up in the heavens upon the high mount
Aquarius the eternal, Joves sweet faced cup bearer 
eldest child of all the Trois, was weeping
unable to don manhood's mantle to save his patrimony
he bemoaned  the travails of the surviving Trojans
Venus strode forth to stand before Jove
ill have you kept the promise that was given 
that all Troys children shall have safe harbor
free from Junos deadly wrath 
Yet in Greece in Juno's own land
Trojans live in bondage to her beloved Greeks
with them now is Brutus who Juno hates most
for truly is he a most Trojan son 
descended from your own blood.


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Brutus Iulius Trois part 23

 Brutus Iulius Trois Part 23

With the dawn the Trojan fleet finally sailed out.
Guardian dolphins leaping alongside in sunrise
Sped on by Aeolus, the windy son of Neptune
For Neptune had been placated by Brutus
by his offerings and by his vows

When the Trojan siege had ended by trickery
When the city was sacked and the Palladium taken
The Greeks left a land salted with blood and bone
The Greeks left a desolated city  with defiled temples 
The Greeks left cursed with their own profane deeds.
The Greeks left the Trojan traitor Antenor king with nothing to rule


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Home and hearth (for the wise children of Earth)

Tell me the secrets to your life, bushman
Show me how to befriend the garish land
Guide me through nature’s surviving devotion
Teach me with dry eye that knows no ocean
Lead me to hope in battlefields dead
Limit the sweat drops that stroke my forehead
Grace the cracked crevice of yesterday
Turn them 'to valleys of knowledge at play
Whisper to me the ancestral dream
Wet each subtle contoured stream
that smooth the plains of a timeous kingdom 
Nestle me against the bosom of freedom
Forgive ignorance raised from infancy
Respectfully remind me of bliss and harmony
Make everything new, as it once was
Shelter my prayers in shallow graves past
Mark them with nourished droughts of fortune
Symbolised by strength and wisdom in unison
Synchronise peace through roots of your heart
Celebrate remembrance through sticklers of art
Let blood warmth that course through your veins
Recycle this savage ‘til the end of days
Navigate me to heaven hidden in the stars
Simmetrically ripen my thought battlescars
Understand and bleed into me as if earth
Entwine and bear with me, oh ethnic since birth


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The Eye of The Storm

Intrepid winds once....

Whispering serenities promises

Into the chambers of ones soul?

Watching these invisible wings, now

Carrying their dreams but far away

While reaching out to touch the hand

Of echoing breezes illusive embrace

To grasp the intangible things

Through bars of molten steel

Embedded and fused, into glass sharded concrete

Brushing past their amissful fingertips

Muddled visions of what could have been

But, what shall never be....

Piercing their eyes, these hurricanes of time

Tornadoes spawning, the devestation of a life

Cast into the medieval dungeon, of darkness' hell

As the waves crash violently upon the shore

Waiting for The Flying Dutchman to arrive

Driven by the gales, of tomorrows foreboding

Shackled in chains, fettered, by the skeletal crew....

The rogue, that shall lead them away forever

These the deaf, that could not hear serenities promise

Once whispered unto them, amid the intrepid winds

Transient storms, now carrying their souls afar

Beyond the rainbows, that melted in the sky

Beneath these scorching gusts, that blinded their sight

While they wasted their time within opticals

Reaching through verticals, thorn laced bars

Grasping at nothing, but the intangible tide

Breezes of ideos, that could have never saved their lives

Now, entering the shadows of eternities solemn door

Through....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Eye of The Storm!


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Wealth flagship

Lift up from the rotar weeds
 Summer bleeds the last still born
 As autumn greed fights decay
 To save the date from phallic fortunes
 Gather brand new gallop horse distortions
 
Where poles putrify at stockholm
 Is this the way the world ends?
 On battery pulse with no remorse
 Sucking hospital cupid with no hope groan syndrome
 
To make alive the image
 Of fly's circling round chopper wheels
 My primal ordeal is to shake it thin
 As carcass evaporates mermaids into wave maids
 
Concrete headaches will remember the bloodline spilled
 Out the skin fold mouths of gyrating myth
 From belly up suckers that just gotta bust the date
 Wealth of the flagship sailing straight into paper fates


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9:11 PM on 9-11

9:11 PM on 9/11

(1st line: 9 syllables
2nd line: 11 syll.'s

1st line: 9 syllables
2nd line: 11 syll.'s
etc.)

I give honor to those heroic 
Individuals who have sacrificed their lives 

Thanks, everyone, who viewed this day with
Reverence, consideration and meekness 

For all who passed away on this day – 
I’m sorry to hear of the destruction you

Saw with terror and grief…soon, there will 
Be peace on Earth…Rest in Peace and rise in Mirth 

Ev’ry year, when this day comes, sorrow
Sweeps over me…at nine eleven PM

Chaos will keep on brewing…grab the
Rope of hope…We need the Divine Savior soon…

For all who are grieving on this day,
I’d like to hand you a handkerchief…don’t weep!

Take heart, you cold-blooded Terrorists
Who p-planned on taking down the Twin Towers

Rest in peace…when you all awaken, 
Be in High Spirits, you splendid sunrises

Written by me ~  
This poem is dedicated wholeheartedly to the 9/11 event ~


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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 18

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 18

the defeated Pandrasus spoke out
his weary words weighted with wisdom 
Linus is as Greek as I am Greek and as a Greek
let him inherit the crown , I'll name no other heir.
take for yourself  as bride my Imogen, my  daughter
many fine ships shall be her portion 
and peace shall be proud Imogen's price
Set sail Brutus, leave all that is Greek behind
take those who would be Trojans home to Troy 

Grey bearded Membyr rapped his cane for silence.
Fools with hands still bloody from the fighting!
What peace can live with the families of the slain?
Linus will wait for a crown he won't live to wear.
Brutus accept the kings tribute and let us depart.


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Brutus Iulius Trois part 11

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 11

To the sinister of Jove sat Juno 
under her  aegis her tunic shimmering 
with all the bright colors of a peacocks throat.
Her raucous voice louder than its morning song.
Many promises were made said Juno. 
Promises to Venus, promises to me.
Some were kept, some were broken.
Of those remaining which will Jove keep?
Vows to Jove's wife or words to Jove's daughter>
Should we ask after another judgement from Paris?


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The birth of a star

This wall stands stronger
Stronger than any man
Yet so difficult
It was to defend

Completely out matched
Thunder came in the dark
But those on the wall
Put up one hell of a fight

The wall never ended
Nor was it straight
Yet inside those men
Had doom as fate
Those who are left
With nothing to lose
Immortally fight

As if death they choose
After days and nights
Sleep came to none
Fate had came
At the rise of the sun

Heroes are made
In this very spot
This place where our ancestors
So valiantly fought
And fight they did
Taking far more than given

Unstoppable sit the man
Who is cause driven
Surrender they could
Lives may have been spared
Where would we be today?
If our men had been scared
Heroes and legends
Were made at this spot

This spot where our ancestors
Oh, so valiantly fought




A tribute to those at the Alamo 


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SEPTEMBER 1922

September 1922

A woman is standing in front of a ship.
Into her bloody hands she holds her daughter and her son.
Their faces have lost the youth, terror has formed creases round their eyes.
Eyes lost.Behind them flames are spreading like dragons' tangues
leaving ashes on the wind on the waves of the sea,
on the hands of those who died.Soldiers running barefooted
passing the crossline a path they did not choose.
Heroes who carried dust and fired blood
and fired pain.The two little children are looking at their house.
What is left now is flaming wood fading lights dying away.
On the garden there is still the girl's doll with her cloth hands
her eyes filled with gloom as if she still waits for an answer.
The woman's hands are trembling.This is the last ship.
Screams, cries, pushes people in the water,
people on the ground trying to find a small bend to fit their carved souls.
Guns are firing a soldier gets killed in front of the boys legs.
Waves get rough, cover the port cover all eyes with salt
uncover the truth of not forgetting.A hand is pulling the woman
and the children on the ship.A last move , a passing to unknown 
with a coin on her mouth to pay the price of her transfer.
Smyrna is burning like a star is falling on the ground.
Million lights in the sky light up a drama of lost souls.
Broken terrors of a life never to be restored passing to the other side 
with hands empty eyes closed.

To those who lost their country in September 1922.


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Deja-Vu

I hear the ticking of the clock I don’t know how much longer I can face this walk I hear the sirens flaring in my ears I look way back a couple of years I see childhood faces of kids growing up I see the first time ever I got my very own pup I hear all the words kids used to tell me I’m completely chained down without being free I hear the evil laughs echoing in my ears I see the frustration, pain, and fright from all these years I slowly seep in this everlasting lie I pray to roll over and just die The footsteps they creep up and down the hall While my disfigured body crumbles against the wall The black and blue slowly climb over my face Beaten alive by my very own race Blacken tears crawl desperately down my cheeks I feel like I haven’t slept for weeks My soul’s been stolen and there’s nowhere to run I can’t believe how I could have been so dumb He’s in my face screaming as loud as his lungs allow Wearing nothing around my body but a bloody bath towel I listen to his degrading words echoing in my mind I’ve gotten myself in this eternal bind When he raised his hand the first time, I should have been gone But he told me he’d change--I guess he was wrong Almost four years now and I realize If I stayed longer, I could have been dead or paralyzed So I sit here and think about what happened then I sit here and realize I finally did win I got away alive and well From my forsaken, stalking, hell I’ve moved on now and I’m stronger I’m glad this test wasn’t any longer Surrounding myself with opened eyes No more asking myself all the why’s Understanding now that there were no intentions of change So blind then--body derailed and deranged Self-esteem still extremely low But now I’ve experienced it and now I know So almost four years later and sit and rethink About the times when my pirate ship did sink But I’m still not the only one So many battered women under our sun Every now and then the Deja-vu slips in But I simply remember the one time I did win


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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


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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.


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This Movie is an Oldie, but a Goodie

Please, I just ask you to keep your position. In just a few more minutes, we will have intermission. After Scarlett pulls the carrot from the ground, “I’ll never be hungry again” will be her voiced sound. After the pull-away shot, there will be a five minute break. Please don’t leave me now, for goodness sake. This is a movie all film critics consider fine. It won ten Academy Awards back in 1939. Based on a book written by a lady from Atlanta, it filled movie houses all across America. I know four hours to sit is a long time. However, it will be worth it for this movie so sublime.


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Osama Docudrama

Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe

Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of terror to blight all that western values defend
Sharia law to govern Middle East; Allah's dividend

Great Satan's engine to throttle
Region's fealty to bottle
Suicide pilots struck the monuments we coddle
Gratuitious shards and blood stains did the landscape mottle

President Bush promised swift revenge
Ordered Taliban to stop Osama's bloody binge
Mullah Omar reneged; Bushes' saber rattling had a malodorous tinge
U.S forces did the Taliban's quarters singe

Alquaida's overseas operations are diminished
But Alquaida's mission not finished
Alquaida cells in Iraq, Afghanistan bravely battle, mettle distinguished
Nevertheless, the infidel forces not extinguished
 
Gitmo detainees probed for information
Trite torture brought about stunning reformation
Stressed warrior's fealty to leader declined in isolated station
Under duration, divulged details about Bin Laden's method of operation

Osama's couriers cover blown
Seeds for fruitful harvest are sown
Courier's redoubt canvassed with satellite, drone
Intelligence on compound, residents CIA did hone

Calculated risk; Navy Seals in choppers did alight
Flying quietly with fiery portents into the calm night
Hoping the briny tentacles of terror to blight
Cresting over the shadowy compound; objective in sight

Down the dangling ladders vigilant Seals did repel
Into the throes of darkness descending into the mouth of hell
Perimeter defense, early warning signals were of no avail
Osama's stunned tenants could only stand fast or bail

Each obstacle, human shield the Seals did meticulously fell
Carefully following the trail to the Holy Grail
Entering Osama's room, rending the sacral veil
The caged warrior with precision did shell

Osama's dead body packed in a unmarked crate
Transported vicariously to lab, identity to equate
Identity confirmed; vigilant menace had met his fate
Un-consecrated remains tossed into sea; watery tomb his final estate   
  
 
 

 

   
   
 
  



  






 



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Brutus Iulius Trois part 07

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 7

Banished by kindred unfortunate Brutus
abandoned Alba Longa for Chaonia in Greece
In Chaonia Helenus wise son of Priam  
while a grecian slave had gained all of Pyrrhus's property
Adromache, Hector's widow and poor Neoptolemus's crown 
Alas long dead was Helenus his people left in bondage to Pandrasus the king
once within the walls that were built from Trojan memories
Brutus was welcomed by all men alike 
for his skill with sword, his youth, his sorrow 
brought him friends from all walks of life. 
here seemingly content the trojan grew older
an acknowledged leader of men.


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Storm

The calm waters edge
Splashes the shore,
The tranquil place,
The perfect place,
Anyone would want to be here.

The thoughts of family, friends
Anyone you wish to share this moment with,
Share this overwhelming feeling of joy swirling in your mind
This most amazing scene.

This picture displayed before your eyes
Makes you want to cry
The feeling of pride;
Pride, love for what is in front of your eyes.

This epic moment.

Sun shining on the sea
Creating an amazing contrast to the sky.
Below the sea lays,
Lay such unfathomable things.

As the sun slowly falls from the sky
You take time and realize
The feeling of being free.

When the sun’s light finally hides
You sit on the soft white sand
Pondering:
How can such a beautiful thing exist in this world of death?

The trees stir as the wind blows,
There is no more warmth of day,
Just the bright moons light
And the crisp air of night.

Close your eyes and relax.
Dream of the peaceful things,
You have seen.

Awake.
The same scene surrounds you
Yet without the same feeling of joy.

The suns clouded,
Its darkness making the ocean look grey,
What was once a nice day
Has been shown the side of decay.

The wind flows around
But with a different tone,
The gentle, reassuring breeze
Dead.

Something is wrong.

The soft, quiet ocean starts to turn tide
There is no sound.

Lightening crackles shattering the silence
Violent rain pounds the ground
And the ocean turns black,
The fury is coming.

Spin, turn, look for an escape
But no one is around;
Shut your eyes, drown out the noise
And think of that time.

That time...
The one with the nice breeze
And the clear sky
The one that made you cry;
Cry those tears of happiness and content.
The beautiful scene 
That beautiful time.
The one with not a care in sight
The one where stars where always shined bright
And the water was a beautiful sight,
Yes, yes, once upon a time...


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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 22

  Brutus Iulius Trois Part 22

Brutus called his captains into conference
we are done with creeping along the shorelines 
prepare now to sail out across the Aegean
the winds are with us and Troy awaits! 
Imogen seeing Hesione, ceased weeping
Hesione, were you happy with your lot?
was Telamon a better fate than Neptune's dragon.
So you are returned home having reclaimed your veil
So Priam is  again Podarces and the serpentine Cetus awaits.


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Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


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MY MUSIC

Need we wake up naked the sacred hour of dawn,

to dance to the songs of our fore fathers

In the sacred garden of old .

Need we from the setting rise ,and kiss in the moment the deepest desire of men

An existence beyond and void of time .

A small taste of eternity till the awakening of the phoenix, the golden dawn .

Need we wake up the sacred golden moment in dawn, stunned to silence

As he with practiced easy, gleaming with talent pull string for string ,David the bard with no equal

pulling his strings on the harp merging and pleasing to creation ,a secret set of chords he had

and with the chords his harp reflecting the goodness in his soul ,shunning the ghouls that haunted his king

singing:

Should we wake up naked the sacred hour of dawn to dance to the songs of our forefathers in the sacred garden of eden .

should we wake up at the rise, and from the setting to the dawn dwell in a land eons & eons long enstranged,

to be glad, rejoice and dance to the beats and chants of the drums as the psalm of the ancients is renewed ,

to move with the beat of the universe in its harmonious daze .

to remember the dances of old, performed around a bonfire in a thousand forgotten barbaric gestures .

Our tongue's as of fire we chant the song of languages .

bleeding it out of our deepest

holding none but letting go.


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Titanium

A Silver Fluidity, stronger than time Crystal shatters against me, in my prime I’m bulletproof, and echoes rebound Piercing ricochet’s, transmitting the sound I fell from Heaven, fast and strong Into a world, endangered by wrong I wasn’t a hero, just a moment of love A second chance for humanity, sent from above I’m a legend, a titan of Greek mythology The body of an Adonis, the dream of muscology I defend the greater good, and eliminate the hate My methods far from clean cut, they’re an ethical debate I was born Titanium, with a sword in hand I can manipulate thunder, with a wave of my hand I am Titanium, and the overlord is my enemy The creator of greed, money and the impecunious amenity


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Sandra's Poem

Some people will count the days by minutes and hours
I spend it thinking of you in a field full of flowers
I can see the look on your face and the wind in your hair
And I think upon ways to go from this place and to there
The sun begins to set as you wait in that place
My view becomes dim and my heart starts to race
Just one last glimpse and I think I will say
That now I can smile, and wait through the day.


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RAGNAROK-THE VIKINGS-PART 2

Hear the rumbling sounds of thunder mountain,
Feel the ashen god of death awakening,
Behold the ground quaking, beneath thy feet
Flee humanity save yourselves from damnation's revelation.
The volcanic war lord lives again, and is angered. 
For this lava demon, senses it's time for Ragnarok.
In Valhalla's sacred hallowed halls,
Norsemen, stand side by side with their deity, Odin,
Phantom warriors of the dead, dressed in chain-mail,
Beat their swords against wooden shields of honor,
Preparing for battles climatic engagement.
As the last ax of doom falls, chopping against the gates
Of hell's door, releasing the final Titan, the destroyer
Of worlds.
For Ragnarok is coming, beware, no safety’s harbor can
Protect thee, bow low to the earth, and pray to whatever
Gods you owe allegiance to, pay them offerings homage.
Sacrifice unto idle images, to the false profits altars of the
Promised savior.
But no salvation's miracle, can save you from the dark
Shadows of doom, for they have been unleashed onto the
World of mankind.
The thresholds of the forbidden, have been crossed by destiny's
Darkest enemies, to the light therein, and stalk the innocent by night.
Thor stands tall on the side of the righteous might,
His blazing hammer held high, in the storm's rage of vengeance.
Thor divides the sky in half, by the sounding of his anvils
Harsh cracking, against the earth below, for it is Ragnarok.
The viking trumpets echo in the Northern Lands,
The weeping women pull their young unto them,
Covering their eyes to shield the innocent.
As the living speak with silent voices, their eyes
Of clarity saying their last farewells to their family,
And loved ones.
For time is spent for the world of men, and Ragnarok
Has come, and none will survive its flash points strike.
On a small blue planet, third outwards to the red sun,
In a universe not far but not so near, all life cried out
For a split second then went completely silent.
For a fireball from inner space an asteroid, betrayed
Its orbits gravity, and shattered a global sphere,
And its name was called Ragnarok.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


















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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


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Brutus Iulius Trois part 12

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 12

Minerva glared at the other Goddesses
and angrily gave advice to father Jove
Banish these unruly Trojan children 
remove them from all the shores they have known
perhaps then peace can be made between us
and the Trojan wars truly ended
Jove stood  and there was silence
The Trojans are our children but the Trojans are not children
Venus would you have warriors wear woman's tunics
and hide in their homes as barbaric  anarchy reigns
Juno I keep what oaths I may but even I must bow to fates decrees
if life's tapestry were to be unraveled even we would be swallowed by chaos
The unsettled ones will be gathered and scattered to new homes in the wilderness 
in the west well protected by wave 
lies the isle of giant Albion, Neptunes son
he that was slain by Hercules 
to this Isle shall Brutus bring his Trojans



**more to come  this is a pages long epic after all.


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Mye Guardian

Mye Guardian

Starry knighted nightingale
Across Orion's eyes

I see the falling star a yonder bright 
lit bright moon, before me' aye

Afar on earth with Cricky bound
mi Pooka guard before me'

I take a light of image snap
It dances hap, before me' 

Ere it stood, eidolon par  
Eerie don, ego, do atem me’ 

owe me a rose, amore rue,
es here etu, defend me'


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In one piece all respect

Not so easy shading the skin
We all rose in dirt in silence 
All against the wall as we’d rose
As thought in living condescended
In earth to roll its spine in shine
As many dreams as blown by ruler
As many voices  rose  washed  shores
As sounds echo to wall raise our voices
Rains in mussons stops melting ice 
In balance seek in love as drop the ruler
Gathered all in one piece in respect to live


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In the shadow of Avalon

In the shadow of Avalon
where the sweet tangle imparts its loamy scent
as the dew chills on the blades
and trembling grows the aspen and oak
on the shore where solemn waters lie
is a vision of splendor
The beauty of Avalon, reflected in glass
cast across its mirrored surface
Below these still, bottle green depths
in the realm of whispers, 
dwells the lady of the lake
weaving threads of fate into patterns of  destiny
in the tapestry of life 
invoking mystery
rising, she is formed of mist and truth
Fairest lady,
sing to the morning light
sing of the wisdom found in beauty and in pain
reveal the truth concealed in your smile
Beautiful lady
gauzy veil drawn in gray mist
alluring, pale
stir the waters of thought and memory
into streams and rivulets of knowledge
forming pools of consciousness
the eternal lake, spirit of the Goddess
as just beneath the surface she waits
forever in the shadow of Avalon


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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 10

*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 10

Venus hastened to answer Aurora.
You still weep for Memnon but where is Memnon's grave?
The squalling Memnonides yearly honor an empty tomb.
Imortal Memnon dwells in the hall of slain heros.
Disporting himself among the Hesperides.
The new guardian of the golden apples. 


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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.


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Free

Opening up was the best thing I could have ever did
All those things that made me & embarrassed me as a kid
You never looked at me different because my past was shameful
Talked to you about some of the things in my life that we’re still painful
I am human, filled with emotions and lots of anger
Hate filled my heart to the point I wanted to lock it in a chamber
How I feel is as real and emotional as it gets
Stress consumed me for years, felt like I needed a cigarette
Needless to say the battle has been done
I’m still standing and breathing so I must have won
The ultimate prize of keeping my sanity and myself free
Love the fact my past is so messed up… It really made me
You I give the ultimate credit for finding my inner voice
Felt like with you I have to write, it really leaves me no choice
I am a woman, blemished, flawed and tortured by life
Invisible wounds on my heart from being cut by life’s knife
But still I stand and hold my head up High
I only have one life and I refuse to give up and Die
I am woman, lover, and loyal friend till this life takes me away
I only wish I could have told you all the things I wanted to say
I understand that people are placed in life for all types of reasons
With you I guess it was only meant for a season
Learned a lot about myself with the help of you
You embraced me with ease and had no clue
Life had killed me, left me emotionally dead
Then I met you, felt like the best thing I never had
The make up of me is so complex, guarded & sad
I’m learning to let go of it all, no more hanging on to the past
All those people that did wrong by me can officially get a rash
Living for me now so I gives no care how you feel
This is me, uncut, uncensored… I feel the need to be real
No longer taking my past and feeling sorry for how it was
Living life to the fullest… Just like everyone else does
Don’t feel sorry for me I am no longer a victim, I’m Free
Just letting the world know I am no longer ashamed of being me
The mirror I used to run from I now embrace
The hate that was once in my heart has now been replaced
That frown that I always wore because if hurt to smile
I keep this smile permanently embedded and it’s going to be here for a while
I am no longer sad…. I’m so focused on my life and moving forward
Carrying all that hate and anger around was such a burden
Free..Free.. Free from life’s tortures and Pain
Standing on my own two feet with a smile is how I will remain


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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.


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Hail King Aurthur

  Now King Aurthur hail, hail
 All  the knights armors mail
 Defending castles keep
 Patronages we reap
 
  In his kingdom enemies beat
 From his armies fleet
 By sword, bow and flail
 Even thunder grows very deep
 
  Fighting along this iron rail
 Under siege fighting bale
 Vikings on a ship setting sail
 Viking ships now beat
 Remember all hail
 Good King Aurthur's seat

          Saga


Details | Alliteration | |

The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q) or Prolix Drama Queen Part One

When You Really Discern… 
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
 Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive… 
Who Demands and Why?...  Proceed… 
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
  and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to Dry-Pyre
 and Humble-Pie, Donated-Data –
 in Your Plea-Bargain-Brain- Por-Nada
Disperse the Diaspora
Prefer Real-Deal and Retain Prerogative-Honor

 To, The Divine and Peerless… 
 Person of God – of Pure-Spirits
…  Whose Personage Positively… 
Remains Due-Homage and Dignity
…The Pinnacle… 
Of  The Direct-Pact - Empirical 
Drawn and Done, 
with His Precious DayStar-Son,
 Who Deigned to Come
by The Father’s Decree… 
 Was Dispatched with Poise-Prudently
as Probe and Provision… 
for Our Poverty and Pleurisy-Drain-Derision

He is The Pivot-Portrayal of Royal… 
and Portal-To-Pace-Immortal
This Diadem-Prince-Progeny… 
of Dazzling Famed-Piety and Propriety!
The Possessor and Presenter 
and The Permission-for-us-to Speak and Palace-Enter
The Premium-Derivative-Son,
 This Potentate Happy One...
 Proof-Explained and Patent-Won
Delving Mysteries; Described Memories; 
Drawing Forth Miracle-Draperies
and In Deference… 
As A Pro-Dative – Proconsul-Presence… 
He Maintains Preference
and Displays:  That, The Dynamic-Will… 
and Determined-Purpose Still,
Definitely,  is Top-Priority…
 One… and The Preeminent-Same… Pardon-Plea
He Is The Presiding – Deciding-Door-Key…
Precisely! -  Praise-Accordingly!

For We Are Wind-Swept, Droves of Dust… 
Dirt and Air-Gusts,  
Now, Plundered-Seeds… Still-Planted… 
Packed to Earth, Properly-Contained and Patted
 if We Continue to Divide… 
Disfigure, Pilfer and Hide 
From SonShine, then in Dirty-Prairie…
 We’ll be Permanent-Lain- and Perjury
If  ‘We Choose’ to Develop… 
Too Low-Down, to Peel-Hope
  or Plow-Perverted… 
The Preview, We’ll Not Regain…(We Deserted!)
Its Our Duty and Delight… 
to Reach Dawn-Heights
and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse


Details | I do not know? | |

Evolving

That Lil green monster thAt seeps in my skin 
Making me trip on whats to begin 
Thoughts race and create words I'd never speak 
A new vocabulary evolves from the simplest of minds 
It's only cuz I'm exploring cuz still we tend to speak lies 
 it's the Lil canon that explodes the truth 
Just look around cuz society is living proof
You need too look this way 
Talk that way, and make sure everyone is pleased... 
That green monster is the revolution of change rolled into an outfit of his own n reeks of creative uniqueness. 
This is a piece of your generation living in mine.... 
That little green monster for me is the key to open the other 90% of my mind... 
I am at a stand still looking, observing, and dividing the journeys into groups
The intellectuals, the artists, the explorers,the lost souls, the ill prepared...
 But It is an unknown definition which society branded illegal because the greatest moments came from the 
monster himself. 
Viva la revolution... Creativity can not be silenced it is lit and passed to all.. 
 


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Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great

O Babylon the Great , have you yet seen your fate
that you will not enter beyond Ghenna's gate
with many voices you have scattered
all the truth that really mattered
knowledge is disguised , hidden by your lies
The web you weave to decieve
destroys all those who would believe
Century's old and centuries past
in your grip you have held fast
all the minds of those who live
who their hearts to Love would give
You have turned the truth to ritual
and idols carved with which to fool
all the Masses of the land, with your deathly grasp in hand
All your pomp and your pretense
will be revealed and shortly hence
All will look upon your corpse
naked and stripped , they'll you divorce
and when all look away, what upon their minds will stay
You have left their hearts berift
with so little thinking left
Will a thirst for truth be born
or will their short lived lives be torn
When the winds of change do blow
and they do with trembling show
that all their lives in ignorance , left without their sentience
the wicked guide has left them blind
without Love in heart and mind
the fire of Ghenna reserved for you
and things you taught clearly not true
mankind will look upon your grave
where will they look their souls to save
Babylon the Great has spread her web
The Queen of Harlots will soon be dead
God will pour out the wine of his wrath
for all the innocents you've slain on your path
Thousands of years of torture you've sown
and only through that has your membership grown
Jah will strip you of your gown
will burn with fire your filthy town
The nations will look upon you in wonder
the abundance of your riches they will plunder
Flee from her skirts you lovers of Truth
Jah will empty her coffers and to ashes reduce
 
sources Apocalypse 17 & 18
 
for soon now the World Empire of False
Religion will receive her destruction
flee from her all you lovers of the Truth

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Last Stand

Night turns to day
Day turns to night
Past the past
But that’s all right
It has come once at last
Our final calling
Our final stand
We’ve came so far
With the stroke of a hand
With the thought of the mind
Finally shown
 Is the unappreciated sign
Of which one can leave
All the past behind
All that is true
All that is pure
Is now gone
Experts are now sure
The last hour is upon
Now what is to be done?
 Where shall we go?
Time surely will show
Yet what time is available?
What peace is left?
What is next?
Life is a never-ending test
Of our gift of will power
And choice making
Yet the wrong some
Are always taking
Decisions of war
Decisions of peace
Mean nothing
Till the killings cease
Only then shall our race
Find true peace


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' Legendary ... ' ( Part 1 (of) 4 )

        ‘ Legendary … ’    ( Part  1  (of)  4 ) 


Step with me into History
Step with me, to ‘Days of Yore’ Pageantry
Let Time and Mind, March Back Momentarily
Let Mist and Musings … Merge in Front of Thee …

… On Mare, or Mighty-Destrier … Ride Along with Me
In Rich-Carriage, or Hay Wagon … Come Along with Me
Thru The Forests … See The Hunters, Plying Falconry
Thru The Elms, See Caravan … of A Girl-Gypsy

Over Sunny Knoll, and Shady Dale … Onward We Journey
By, Merchant-Trade, Lo’!... We Made – A Medieval City !
… Now, Hear Drummers, Beat Cadence … Dramatically
Hark, The Trumpets, Blare Forth, Thunderously

… Hear A Herald Invite: “  Hear Ye’ - All Heraldry “
Come to The Ball; Lyre and Mandolin Pluck Persuasively
 a Lone Flute, Floats a Tune … so Melodiously
Perchance … Join The Dance and Step Accordingly

 Twirl and Whirl, Do A Bassa’ … then Bow and Curtsy
Forsooth, from the word ‘Court’, comes such ‘Courtesy’
And Tis’ Adamant, for Manners, Donned in Such Finery
Swirling in Silk Gowns, Vests and Veils with Embroidery

… Gemmed-Cloaks, Headdress and Hose, Bedecked in Luxury
bearing Crested-Medallions and Daggers: There is no Subtlety
amid Scented Candles, Flowered Columns and Alcove Settees
and Banquets, where Sweetmeats and Puddings were made Ready

… also Victuals of Venison, Fruits, Cheese, Wine and Meade Aplenty
for The Wayfarer and Time-Traveler, who Ventures Back With Me …
And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely
Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry …


                                    Chorus:

           Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
      Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
            Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
             Sweetheart, Be Thou Bold … In Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token … and Language Be Spoken …
               … Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary 


                          ( Part  1 (of) 4  )


Details | Fibonacci | |

TALL STORY

Were
the
poems
of Oisin
a translation or
Jamie Mac's imagination ?

Note:James Macpherson author in 1762 of Fingal(Finn mac cool) epic on the 'White Stranger'
of Irish mythology and Giants Causeway legend.


Details | I do not know? | |

Titantic Life

we're all just dancing on the deck of our own Titantic
 
some about to swim in the Pacific
 
others about to drown in the Atlantic
 
some staring up into the sky
 
thinking how tiny the world is
 
others thinking it's gigantic
 
some of us are running for our lives
 
some are saving our children and wives
 
some are rearranging the chairs
 
some are walking elegantly down the stairs
 
some are playing a beautiful tune
 
some are staring up at the beautiful moon
 
some are looking down below
 
some are climbing into lifeboats and beginning to row
 
some are worrying about what will be
 
some are grateful for what once was
 
some are praying
 
while others are playing
 
many are crying
 
as others are cheating and lying
 
a few are treasuring the beautiful view
 
staring at the beauty inside of me and you
 
ready for a new life and ready to start anew


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Brutus Iulius Trois Part 16

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 16

No shouted Linus one of the half blooded 
I speak now for many men present
full blood, half blood we all bled for you
Our families were Trojans but Troy is no more.
Brutus! We have avenged the Trojan shame.
Brutus!  Our wives, our children are Greek.
We are not Argonauts to sail after adventure.
We are not Trojans who fled from defeat. 
We are like the great warrior Ulysses ,
reluctant to leave home even for war,
but stout fighters all and we are the victors.
Brutus! We are Trojans only in name.


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WHEN MEN VANQUISH MEN

Men and men are torn apart like withered roses cut from its gut,
Twain against each other to destroy and defend for yesterday's memory and 
tommorrow's dream,
Sanguine fluids on sodden hands suits the vehemence of their miasmatic souls,
Evil never ceasing to rend asunder until rare peace prevails perpetually,
Only then is the white flag raised high...

The ungarroted hearts of their unslayed passion write to fill blank pages,
The illusion of unspoken reflections tied with a yearning voice of freedom,
Unfolds a dream the tides of good will bring for the world beyond the laws of man,
While women bequest everlasting oaths and ode to the indestructible love of their
children,
Only then we are at peace just as grass fields flow with the wind...

The question of existence becomes certain on the facade of subterfuge and 
revenues of the hopeless,
Contumacious kings must configure and confide the paths of their people to 
protect and preserve,
Upon our eyes all exempt from the darkness of night, the day decides laud shall 
lead us on,
The night comes to give us rest and time to appreciate of what is now and what 
has been,
Only then to wake, rise, and see the morning sigh is the dream which has come
true...


Details | Epic | |

The Fallen Soldier

There he lies with wounds so deep
hurt from a blast from his jeep.
A man who fought for his country
so we the people today could be free.

The sound of gun shots near by
taking cover he hopes to try.
Waiting for his band of brothers
he hopes to survive like many others.

Whats a soldier suppose to do
when he fights for someone like me and you.
He stands his ground and does not walk away
checks his weapon and waits for his prey.

He crawls thru the field on his knees
he comes upon a few enemies.
They lay their weapons down one by one
they beg for mercy as he yells to run.

He drops his weapon to his side
he whispers "Enough men have already died."
He begins walking and searching for his platoon
knowing his survival is limited very soon.

He hears a sound that's just over the hill
he moves slowly in for the kill.
He looks into his scope surprised to see
his platoon and a few enemies.

He walks to them with blood in his face
turns around as he yells,"Let's get out of this place."


Details | Free verse | |

This is not a holy place, part two

Part 2.

Into the wasteland he flies
To bury the souls of lies,
Beneath the leaves of time,
Dirty deeds must dirty die.

This then the watchman must do:

Step on the fingers that try,
With downward pulls to pry,
Into doom flower faces,
These flowers must not die.
--


The conquistador arrived.
He gazed at the unscathed bounty standing
Respect-less before him and squinted.
Surveying the laughing land,
He made up his mind with astute rat-like grace
And thrust with self-satisfied lust his mighty sword into the sand.
God’s word thus bespoken he listened, breathlessly.
 
The jungle though could not understand 
Tectetan, tectetan, tectetan
Nor chose to hear or fear 
This little man,
Oh thou little man, thou little man 
What is your plan,
Little man?
The jungle laughed, unbothered
Unmoved it ignored
Untouched it continued
Unfettered it roared
With sparkling green verdant song to sing,
It sang. 

The conquistador fumed
Scarlet red 
Vino roja bottled fumes
Of smoky rage
Stomping he retorted
Thou art doomed
Veni Vidi Vici he screamed
Satisfied, mesmerized
With scroll in hand he did announce
All that is yours is mine
It says so in this paper
The King has made it divine
Mine Mine and only Mine
Did he but announce 
Without a golden ounce
Of irony’s feathered face
Whose trace, 
With obsidian plans to erase
Surely soon he would get to know.

Breathlessly he stood once again, the conquistador did
Assuming 
The noise, ploys and feathery joys
Of the jungle toys he heard
Marked abdications hour
At work already
At hand
To make this land
His.

Impatient 
Making up his mind
Marching straightforwardly
Towards the eye of the jungle
Sacking with gaze the mighty maze
Of spider green vines hiding before him
The craze of ores whose mint would course the earth
Soon to raise his rank to that of Jerusalem’s teutonic bearded men

He was surprised when he saw 
Three sets of steely indian eyes
Peering through the jungle wall
And the flying hatchet hit him hard and true
And for all we knew he never came back again

“Ecab cotoch”


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Ages

Planted deep within the soil 
Nourished by time 
Rooted by promises made
I begin to grow
I have became what you made me to be
Thy words and deeds are not forgotten
I have become a mirror of thy own past


Details | Epic | |

Brutus Iulius Trois part 15

Brutus Iulius Trois Part 15

Metrophanes , a grandchild of great Priam
by Imbrius's widow, the captive Medesicaste,
crowned Brutus with a Laurel wreath.
Shouting in Greek, Hail Brutus! The new Pandrasus! 
repeating in the trojan tongue, Hail The new Pendragon!
Long may he rule over all of Chaonia!
Brutus pulled off the wreath, not even by conquest is this land mine. 
Greek soil is too bitter for any Trojan plantings to thrive
I would wash even my sandals in the sea and return to Troy

**more to come  this is a pages long epic after all


Details | I do not know? | |

THESE STATES UNITED - PART I

A watchful white Dove 
 
patiently hovers high

slowly, high up above
 
as One 
 
of the forgotten few
 
Look down from the Great Golden 
 
Bird's Eye view

 
sigh sigh sigh
 
try not to cry
 
why why why
 
is there a  teardrop in your Golden eye
 
try try try

 
try not to choke
 
on the clouds
 
or on the smoke
 

Fly on your heartbroken
 
Paternal Wing
 
so tried and true
 
not so fast
 
past the Golden King
 
that we once loved 

that we once knew
 
there falls the red, the white, 

and the beautiful blue
 
teardrop - so long 
 
so long overdue


 
What a worthwhile journey 
 
A poor Pilgrim's passage through
 
Blood-soaked stripes 
 
taint pale me
 
and Americans of all types
 

of all shapes, sizes, and colors
 
and they also paint a colorful you
 
oh yes, you
 
yes, you too!
 
They Are Coming!
 
to paint you a somber more forgiving hue


 
Hear the Golden bagpipes 

Play for us now
 
Songs of a Nation
 
that we cannot replace
 
The Star Spangled Banner
 
God Bless America
 
and Amazing Grace
 
Pray for us now
 


God, George, save our Golden Face
 
Save our Sacred place

On Earth
 
As it is in Heaven

Where dreams renew

Where our Golden Eagle
 
Once so gracefully flew


 
Soar into Heavens of unthinkable
 
unsinkable

unreachable heights

 
Through the fears
 
the tears
 
and for over 200 years 
 
of a bloodstained
 
star struck
 

history
 
which is reflected in our 

and our older brother’s bloodshot eyes 
 
yet still remains
 
a mystery


Details | Haiku | |

darkness

Darkness dawns upon me 
With such dark I cannot see
It constricts  my lungs as I breathe
As I sit in the corner and chatter my teeth

Sending prayers of happiness to the one above
Hopefully he will answer with love
To save me from my fear
Oh ,please help me dear

Thoughts of nothing within 
As the night creeps to an end
All I can think about 
Wants me to scream out loud

With terror among us all
We will surely fall
Unless the one from above
Spreads us with his love

He made sacrifice for us to live
And murder, suffering and pain is all we give?
Come on people try to find your heart
You and I both know your smart

You may not be as sharp as a dart 
But you have the might of a lion’s heart
You cannot give in 
To the feelings within

Telling you to do this and that
Its just love we lack
Just reach to the stars above
And fly like a dove

Fly to the sky
Oh so very high
Find what you have been missing
Even if it’s the loved one your kissing

Darkness is powerful
And make us bleed and drool
But light can overpower 
When it’s the lord’s hour


Details | Epic | |

She blew

Like an angry can of whatever she blew...
tearing up everything in her way she knew...
da' say misery loves company
jus' ask Katrina maybe das what her problem be..
i jus' only wish I knew...
how to help her not be so miserable..
oh i guess it's too late for that..
les jus' hope she don't send her brother back....


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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' Lengendary ... ' ( Part 2 (of) 4 )

‘ Legendary … ' ( Part  2 (of) 4 ) 


And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely
Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry …

… of Starry Skies, Blazing Fires and Dark Mysteries …
Inside Halls of Castle Walls Built Solidly
Where Banners and Pennants Unfurled Breezily
Come to this Threshold of ‘Once Upon A Time’ and See …

… Here Be:  Glittering Crowns and a Throne of Royalty
Look Upon King and Queen, Sitting In Majesty
… but tis’ not Their Tale, to be Spoken of Verily …
Tis’ of a Maid and Her Knight of Renown-Chivalry …

… of A Silver-Armored Knight, and Cobbler’s Daughter, so Comely

… Twas’ a Masque-Ball, where none knew … Any Other’s Identity
Whence the Knight, took the Cobbler’s Daughter… Adorned as Nobility
Yea … none knew the wiser, behind the Costumes and the Frivolity
… None, except an Earl … who loathed the Knight, Vehemently 

The Earl, wast’ the Knight’s Avowed Foe, in Unmitigated Rivalry
In Jousts, the Earl, could nay Win; for the Knight was best in Weaponry
To the Earl, this wast’ an Affront, to His High-Born Dignity
For the Knight, of Prowess and Fame, was still, Low-Born in Family

… So Upon This Knight, laid the Plight, of Improving His Kin’s Prosperity
To Another, He Had Been Pledged to Wed… for a Wealth-Match Fortuitously
Tho’ the Lady wast’ Fair, The Knight had nay care, saw it as Honor-Bound-Duty
Alas, whence He met, the Cobbler’s Daughter, Beth, Both Hearts bonded Instantly

Now, Both Knew for a Surety, of the Futility, yet still they Loved Hopelessly
Even tried to Forget, whence they met, but twas’ much too much, Melancholy
Many a Fortnight, they did fight … Pangs of Conscience and Substance-Compulsory
But, as it were, each Heartbeat of Theirs, Threatened to Break Terribly

For The Cobbler, had received an Offer for Beth, from One, More Grandly 
So, Neither Family wast’ Abjuring nor Conferring Blessing on Their Unity
But A Love So True and Undying Too … wast’ Worth Any Adversity
… and On Night of The Masque, among Genteel-Guest, They were in Pact, To Marry …

                            Chorus:

       Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
        Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
        Sweetheart, Be Thou Bold … In Bravery …
 … and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token … and Language Be Spoken …
        … Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary 


                            Part  2  (of)  4


Details | Free verse | |

It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


Details | Rhyme | |

The Mighty Excalibur

From darkness it comes
A blade mightier than all
Its owner shall reign
It shines proud and tall

The sword to seal his fate
As King he did serve
Guarded by the Lady of the Lake
One brave man it chose to serve

A kingdom he must rule
His heart is proud
Camelot is his home
His cries were heard far and loud


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lessons taught

Long ago on rolling hills
And endless plains
Stood men who fought
For a cause beyond common understanding
Bound together by integrity
They persevered 
When odds gave no chance
Led by a man
Whose name was always half whispered
They made a vow
From that day forth
To stand as one
For in so doing
They found the strength
Lost on thousands
And won the day
Freedom they earned
From the blood they sacrificed
In defending a land
Not all their own
Thus were legends made
Respect of generations earned
Handed down from father to son
Mother to daughter
For all to hear 
How strength is found
When standing as one
Throughout history
From the example made
Nations have been born
To see freedom reign
Overcoming such odds
That would defeat weaker men
All brought forth long ago
On rolling hills and endless plains
In the lessons taught
By men who stood as one and persevered
For a cause far beyond
Common understanding of mortal men


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Res-republica



Oh worm
Earth was freedom
Hear the voice, turn away no more.

Hymn to beauty for the mob: the rights of man
I´ll sing you a song: 
Men are born equal and free!

Which nobody can deny their rights in a Republic
A pretty cargo that nobody can deny,
Our constitutions.

Sweet the noble savage meet has sour souce.

The vanity and presumtion of governing
Beyond the grave the eternal laws of god
was the most ridiculous
And insolent of all tyrannies.

To bind 
Or control
In any shape whatever
Without having no longer any participation.
No authority in directing its government
Or how to administrated the nation source of sovereignity.
 
An american indian made slave 
Is the example of the Inhumanity of human trade
In the concerns of this world as under the labor laws kids all over the world
Are employed as slaves in Colombia, India, Africa, Azia.


Of liberty and rights I sing: freedom.

Little lamb
The right to pay no taxes
The right to raise a mob or riot
The liberty to overturn the state 
The right to break through all the nations laws
Let all be equal.
For The oppressed, the injustice of the law is an example
Every man my brother was made
 to why have one property and not another?

Then hail to libery 
Reform and riot
Against the crystal cabinet
The laws that oppress the poor are unjust.


The poor people of the world unit
On the rejection of the bill for abolishing injustice.
Sears the young heart to images of woe
Injured women, rise , assert the right!
The miseries of man return 
Too long degraded, scorned, oppressed
The multitude
Go gird
Of bright artillery
Conquest or rule
Outline the situation
What nature hast left common
The inhabitant of those cities the mental traveler.
And never forget our history.


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Called to be a Vessel

the gospel of Luke is the most detailed accounting of Jesus Christ
It reveals His conception, His early childhood and His missionary life
In the gospel of Luke he tells about God's 2 part master plan
to deliver a Messiah into Israel's hands 

the first part of the plan was to send an anointed blessing
to Zachariah and Elizabeth for all their years of childless stressing
a son was finally born to them whose mission would be one of preparation
John the Baptist who would pave the way for the One coming to deliver salvation

the second part of the plan was the supernatural conception of God's chosen one
a virgin girl with a true faith to be the vessel for His earthly son
Mary was her name and in her the Lord God had found favor
the 2nd cousin to John the Baptist and now to become the mother of our Savior

Mary went to her cousin Elizabeth and told her of the Angel's words
at first she was anxious and troubled and then she thought it was absurd
then Elizabeth said, look at me, I carry a miracle in my aged womb
and if the Angel of God said that to you in your mind now make the room
we are connected by blood and it makes perfect sense and sound reasoning
that God would give us both a miracle 
in order to do what for Him is most pleasing
and at that meeting the child in Elizabeth's womb 
received the Holy Spirit and jumped for joy
the confirmation that Mary was the vessel chosen 
to bring forth God's little boy
called to be a vessel Mary was the chosen one
called to be a vessel to give life to God's only Son

as God has a purpose and a mission for each of us
and all He asks is that in His word we learn to trust
for when God gives you a word the situation is already in place
and when God gives you a word just accept His infinite wisdom and grace
it might not make much sense to you but that's all right
just do whatever God desires of you and be acceptable in His sight

called to a vessel for in you God has found favor
called to be a vessel because of your obedient behavior
called to be a vessel by accepting God's purposeful hands
when you're called to be a vessel to carry out the Lord's master plans
 




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The day America woke up

Lives were lost,
Tears were shed.

Wives and husbands
Now lay alone in their beds.

Parents lost children,
And children lost parents.

It was a day that we all will remember.

They tried to fight
They tried to save,
Tried to outrun the burning buildings
That were fallen that day.

THe airplanes flew,
But no one knew
Except the ones in the plane.

Smashing into the buildings...
Where the people watched.

And America finally woke up.

All the fighting,
All the suffering...
Searching for those in the dust.

From watching the buildings fall
To people running for their lives.

Never will we forget the day
We were under attack-
Never will we forget those who lost their lives.
To the ones who didn't have a care in the world.

September 11th 2001,
In our hearts it has become.


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It Is Written Chapter One Verses One To Five

In the darkness of the night,
a camp fire glows, yellow, orange, bright,
around it sit people who we now describe,
as together, having formed a tribe,
and as they roast their latest kill,
enough this time to eat their fill,
the father figure of them all,
begins to reminisce, yes, to recall,
stories of great deeds that he,
has stored within the recesses of his memory.

And through passing millennia it was thus done,
tribal histories passed from father to son,
until the populations of tribes had grown,
and many different stories had come to be known.
Then there came the great idea to draw,
depictions of what each day they saw,
when hunting the animals they needed to stay alive,
they recorded each species which then, did thrive,
painted on cave roof and wall,
wondrous visions which still enthral!

Change came slowly from this time, and,
populations moved to find new land,
so they could ensure their survival,
looking for space without any rival
tribes competing for scarce resources,
life was hard with Mother Nature's forces,
stacked against this new species, who,
compared to Earth's history, was brand new.

Successful tribes began to grow,
and with life experience they came to know,
that the hunter gatherer way of living,
was particularly hard, and unforgiving,
and that for their populations to expand,
they had to find new ways to exploit the land.

So from this point, change came faster,
sometimes punctuated by a natural disaster,
but change it did, and before too long,
they built settlements that were big, and strong,
on land from which they now knew,
the kind of crops from the soil best grew.


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salute to the fourth

A cigar in my mouth
An ice chest by my side
Every American this day
Should hold tremendous pride

A day such as this
Calls for celebration
For it is the birthday
Of our exemplary nation

Kids round the country
Light works of fire
And all of these children
Never seem to tire

Today calls for drinks
Lined up all around
Tequila shooters
Time to paint the town

Some may say
I party too much
They are probably right
But I don’t listen to talk of this such

If they degrade me for my actions
That is their own decision
I don’t care
For my life is led with precision

All of my life
Everything I do
Is based on freedoms
Our ancestors chose to pursue

The building block of this country
What holds all things together
Was written 52 in pen
Made from a feather

July the fourth
Seventeen seventy six
Our nation was formed




Today was the day
We earned the right to be free
Our founding fathers deserve
Our respect to the highest degree

Many have forgotten
What this day means
Today years ago we broke off the ties
To all kings and queens

Life, liberty
And the pursuit of happiness
Is what our founders fought for
230 years ago today
Round the world came a roar

For this great nation
Was finally made
Our road to freedom
Was finally paved

Two centuries have past
And some choose to ignore
How our eagle
Began to soar

This day isn’t about fire works
It is a tribute
Finally there was an end
To this bold dispute

We stood up and faced
The current world power
Victorious was the outcome
This was our greatest hour

To the warriors
To the men
To all I solute
For this day is when
We stood up and said
no longer shall tyranny
we will have to endure
Freedom
Was now finally secure

We did prevail
A day to be remembered
For its epic scale


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Mirror

My body faced towards a mirror
pondering how could my race be inferior
scars, once behind bars my realisation approaching nearer
iris zooming towards the mirror, my supremacy is clearer
Mother natures chosen, she cries and we hear her
walking closer to the mirror, and I see poison media
backstabbing and witchcraft whats your choice of beer
many tried and died,.. some molested by fear
dusty minds of the ancient soldiers in Libya
sinister actions of hatred towards the superior
They should make their mercy be our admirer 
Procure peace through a heart which is pure
every word that exits my jaw, 
mirror mirror looking at me like I have the world to live for
mirror nailing my bludders to the wall
mirror showing me an image, a purpose and matter scrimmage
Mirror shows me I, Not my life.


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WAR OF LILIES AND OF ROSES (On the rape of Lucrece)

WAR OF LILIES AND OF ROSES

Lilies white, blushing with red roses sweet
A lily-rose fair, unstained, Rome's virtuous Lucrece
Of beauty so strong, even in desire, men doth retreat. 

Sextus Tarquinius vile with the lust that men enclose
Defiant, would defile, such a flawless rose
Unable to repose his swelling desire
Enraged by her beauty, to merely admire
Nympholeptic he, to acquire    
Lucrece of the rose rubbed cheeks and lily white face
In lust Sextus Tarquinius wist wilt and debase 
And force open lily white thighs 
	deified
  		   he	
		     defiled
				   she
To wrench such peddles enclosed
Ravaging such a sacred lily, rose
	eros
	     sore
		     bled
Till white stained red, both thigh and bed
Leaving such a sweet flower torn, alive
So, polluted, no longer chaste, she with dagger neat
Did drive sharp between her bosom's blossom, sweet
Which did anoint red the sheet
Roses spilled; lilies retreat.

Death be sweet and release 
Rome's sweet Lucrece

Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mausoleum of Seculars Dreams

Crooked teeth upon rotting smiles....

Bearing their canines for the throne to behold

The petrified flesh of these fruits they share

Decomposing souls, which might have once been

Had they ever learned? Had they ever known?

Caught within these crowds of invisible things

Chasing leviathans Loch Ness dreams....

While the martyred they cry for the countless ones

And the Angels prepare, their chariots but still

These ferocious tongues that fill the forest with fires

Of wanton visions, within the mausoleums of their own

Identities, reflecting from a reflectless mirror, carry on....

But their hourglass of opportunity is soon to run dry

The thorns among the flowers of Heavens child 

While the swords are sheathed, and the horses are bridled

Clutching, onto their last bit of dust, and unaware

Had they only heard? Had they only understood?

These crooked teeth upon their rotting smiles

An end, to the victorious vile...."Within"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The mausoleum, of seculars dreams!

             {Repost}


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Paitent, Wait the Harvest

As your wish of Persephone’s homecoming

We prepare minimal harvests from upheaval
Lost cause is the aid from ill-advised panic, 

This casts doubt on her uncertain retrieval. 

Demeter! Eyes of own appreciate our harvest,

These distant fields furrow with guided fracture 

Stippled under greenery from a veil’s blockade

Virtues the gauge in which patience decides,

Miniscule the remnants with featureless serenity. 

(Demeter)

When serenity further ventures availing hope?

Reminiscing confines a good past as undone!   

Full quota the hearsay rumours have it false, 

Alas, it is not! Had I reined her close, it might. 

What patience has to honour, bereavement has none 

Add Persephone’s quandary to the spectroscope,

Your purpose replies with a synopsis of course

Where underworlds design a stark reality to some. 

(Views the harvest)

A penchant of well being in spite of mixed moods  

Decides the mood, which in turn designs the season

Therefore, devise draining soils to your advantage-

Bale the thrusts of bittersweet as my tears became

Blocked in by sentinels’ the adornment of brilliance

Contrast with vivid twilight a beguiled revelation, 

As wheat-sheafs’ bide an arc from golden chariots 

Through displays, the haze of genial zephyrs brisk-

Mysteries surmise a whereabouts to quantum leaps

Exhibit confinement of spring to an autumn equinox,

And as therapeutics go, bereavement takes the risk.

~ ~

AD

(Mortals) Who are building nations.
 
Treasure the divinity of Demeter to all nations-

Answering to each nobility, her problem solving 

Storing strength, our harvest elations;

Peace in our time, whilst mood swings evolving

Bond the religious bridge for neighbourly suffice

So we ourselves can understand those lands,

Whose barren terra firma distinguish the entice

Those future developments where trust expands,

More as an understanding, than self-sacrifice.


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Camelot

Only history can know
Can the legend of Camelot be true?
Merlin himself helped make it a mystery
A wondrous place with skies of blue 

Excalibur's strong splendor 
Only makes other weapons pale
Lancelot, Guinevere and Arthur the King
On galloping steeds they rode, over hill and over dale

Only they know the secrets it held
To have been there would have been grand
If even on the wing of a bird
The legend will always stand


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The Descent (Senryu)

descend from the clouds
while blasting enemy lines
Ahhh!—paratroopers


© Joseph, 1/20/08
© All Rights Reserved


Comments: I wanted to be an air force fighter pilot when I inquired into joining 
ROTC in college.  I didn't have 20/20 vision at the time so I could not.  So guess 
what?  I became a hard-charging paratrooper!  Since they would not let me fly, I 
made the decision to jump from a perfectly good airplane while in flight.  
LOL!!! “Airborne—All The Way.”   “Then Some!” Ahhh!!!


Details | Couplet | |

Changes of Our Time

If you learn about the left,
You learn about the right.
If you learn about the sun,
You will learn about the moon at night.
As above, so below, 
are the wise words once told.
Until modern civilization,
Fell victim to a new control.


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Making in one piece

It was a time in midst
Made believe in evil permits
Killing children as shield

In opening worlds as sincere
Aside from its given ruler
In making one piece as dreamer

Join me in all  in making  one piece
Join me  in dreams becoming one piece


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The billion dollar man's paycheque

A feat of unequal measure
do you hear what i hear?
the world at my feet
do you see what i see?

the homeless mastermining a demonstartion of peace
for the billion dollar man to get real paid
everything after eventual to the realisation
he would never let them down

a repeating act of a hidden blessing
providing a safety net to protect
the victoms of war
who were claimed by the game of making one's life unfair

The art of replacing negatives with positives
robbing your two cents to show you there may be money in your healing process
the reality check that sets you off on your adventure
of discovering the plan life had for you
would be payment enough for this billion dollar man


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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


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Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



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' In Knighthood Realm ... ' (Medieval # 8)

I saw a Band of Royal Knights
upon their mighty Steeds
Coat of Arms,  A-gleaming
Herald Heroic Deeds...

One is Valor, One is Truth
Chivalry and Might
Another, Honor, Loyalty
Justice and Light

Charity and Chastity
and Faith, Their Golden Spurs
Those Bold, Polished Lords
Oh! Such Handsome Sirs!

Their Pennants were the Ladies
Once Damsels in Distress
Banners were the Orphans,
Now Kith and Kin to Crest

Their Swords and Shields on Battlefields
Unsheathed for Innocence
in Fealty to a Crown
Obey or be brought Down...

I saw a Band of Royal Knights
They rode upon their Quest,
that the Noble Creed of Men Henceforth...
be their Shining Armor Best


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the Adolescent Christ

in the book of Luke there's a reference that's mentioned
a disclosure of the boy named Jesus and His future intentions
He had been chosen to wear the Jewish crown upon His head
and attend to  His Father business, a destiny spirit-led
the teenage boy Jesus, the Adolescent Christ
understood at an early age He had a true mission in life
born to the carpenter Joseph and the Virgin Mary
born in the city of Nazareth in abject poverty
an immaculate conception, born out of wed-lock
many could not perceive of the gift His parents had got

one day Jesus and His parents travelled out of town
but on the road back home, Jesus could not be found
His parents became frantic, they could not understand
that He would be in the temple fulfilling God's master plan
the Adolescent Christ was just trying to comprehend
His true purpose for being on earth among mere men
He was seeking the knowledge that which He needed to know
from whence He had came and where He was destined to go
He was appointed with a chosen destiny
and had a desire to know why He was given this activity

don't go about allowing society to put labels on you
don't allow anyone to tell you what you can not do
seek out your lineage and about your ancestors learn
then apply that knowledge to everything in life you need to discern
for you have been chosen just like the Adolescent Jesus Christ
remember God had a purpose for giving you life

as youths yourselves, you are in a precarious situation
not quite adults but needing your own sense of validation
walking a fine line between the young and the old
trying to be respectful with a desire to be bold
the Adolescent Christ, Jesus the boy king
determined to discover what His appointment did mean
and just like the teenagers of society today
searching, hoping and seeking to find their own way
with a craving to look beyond their own expectations
wanting to exceed their ancestors accumulations

just let the Lord God strengthen you and let Him be your guide
and like His son Jesus Christ, let the Holy Spirit in you reside
trust in Him, believe in Him and may your conduct be above board
discover your heritage and your destiny while doing the work of the  Lord




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Heart

Struggles come amidst a sea of vibrant brutality

Amidst a flame lest I refrain a simple pedigree
The struggle within brings apart desertion
In quaint appease brought social proclamation
A true heart that's rich in the soul filled up with love

The sounds of heaven shortened fragmentation from above

In taunt to fear lining close through a variation in a dream
A pulled back swing through a love once enjoyed
How we passed the time in bridal tyes
Those weary eyes in fragrant appease

Heart controlled by emotional fervor
Heart combated by a deliberate answer
Heart amancipated with a delicate smile
Heart as a treasure that's nursed all the great while
Heart full asunder in delicate abode
Heart all adoring in its incredible load

One can negate the possibility of a life built on nothing less
The key to life is a heart saturated with truth thus in order to withstand the truest test
The less that you give your a taker;
Through life's tests in loom we will forever seal our vested tomb
In fragrant scent of appeal
The one to steal your joy & succeed
In mutual compromise throughout it's sore vex array of fragmentation
In delicate atmosphere through silence & warm pleasure
Heart to relinquish all the fiery darts of the wicked one

Heart soaring ever further into the sunset of my love
Heart in loose caged fervor yet tempered to its abode
Heart in saturated moments of timeless cue
Heart in anticipation cause it really doesn't know what to do ?


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Story tree

Posted - 04/15/2007 :  20:58:19           
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Reveal the light
Touchless deem
Fearless dear
Forbs in my trap
How gentlemen
Solicited to just
Lover as friend.

Wake to shine
Till give up
Same question
Will be there 
To flame in breath
Shine to unify.

As of reply in magnitude
Dream expands in its soul 
Forgotten to walk in fire
love passions to climp story tree.
 


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VII: Conquered

A single, unnoticed ray of light
shooting across the sky at night
straight down to my head
in our conversations 
it is, as it has always been
between the King and I.

He tells me what he sees, 
and he feels for the unworthy
he cares for the damned
though he see the lies
that are fed from the lies
of the leaders

Return soon, brother in arms
return from the sea, comrade
walk upon the shore
or walk on water
once more for the doubters
the King knows all about us
alas, he has not returned yet
I will know that day
once, twice, more like seven times
to the exact the moment he's raised

Conquered by all of the hope 
of your allies
the few that still dare to 
believe in you
very same as the ones
who keep feeding you
in the outskirts of our realizations
the dreadful dreary dreamy illusions

The King best exists in the pretense 
of pretendness
at the moment just before, your mind intervened
and cast in just a shadow of doubt
that spread rapidly far, and between
this now makes him limited,
now I have my chance
to pull the wool off the greatest wolf
the world shall break its trance
I am now your lord
I feel all the world
I am always yours,
your Magus.


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The Reign of Pain

We studied history and what we found
millennias in which war oppression tyranny abound
wars of religions politics and conquering men
violence destruction to Lord over their kin
 
Murder was rampant by all priests and kings
formidable weapons firearms tormenting things
those who designed torture for bodies called church
the lair of demons where the ravenous perch
 
Greed and abuse and fornication prevail
the assault on the senses this mindless assail
so few in the books found worthy of praise
even Socrates wisdom found shortened days
 
The depravity of Sodom again sees it's raise
for modern times man hasn't escaped these ways
you may not view a child in burnt offerings fire
but your neighbor will destroy just to reach higher
 
Technology and convenience can never change man
no law or potentate ever proved can
historians of the past were dictated by ruler
deleted the info that proved they were crueler
 
The distraction of materialism and it's convention
cannot change hearts or criminal prevention
men cloak their thoughts with lies and disguise
the women of today have become equally unwise
 
To the writing of books there is no end
that knowledge alone cannot hearts mend
to change our way God his Son did send
for Life in us seeks he to defend
 
Conspiracy theory cannot be denied
Lucifer to the first woman he lied
the mind needs food and absorbed that thought
and ever since then lies have been taught
 
God has set a theocracy for kingdom to rule
144,000 kings and priests will be his tool
to Serve mankind and those of resurrection
until they reach the state of original perfection
 
For God will gather all things in his Son
who died so that our freedom be won
Love by Way of Truth an Life prevail
and nothing will this kingdom assail
 
 
sources Matt 20_25-28 21:12-16
Matt chptr 23 Apocalypse 4:18-22
chptr 7 Ephesians 1:1-23
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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-No King Like Josiah-

Now when King Josiah came to the throne
he was no more than eight years old.
But little Josiah had much to do
as hearts in his kingdom waxed cold.

For the peoples' hearts had turned from God
with idols in the land you see.
Yet Josiah knew this was not right
but clearly wrong as wrong could be.

So as he came to his sixteenth year,
Josiah did that which was right.
He tore down the idols throughout the land
and found favor within God's sight.

Now God's great house had become run down
but Josiah had it in mind to restore,
to turn the people's hearts back to God
and worship Him as did their fathers before.

Hidden within the temple was God's word,
for so long had it's knowledge been thought lost.
As Josiah heard the words which were read,
he realized what God's people had lost.

So Josiah read the words of the Law
to people gathered from across the land.
They set their hearts to do that which was right
and be humbled under Gods' mighty hand.

Now, there was nowhere a king like Josiah
nor has there ever been to this day.
Let your heart be toward God like Josiahs'
and He will keep you in all your ways.

Reference:
2 Kings 23:25
And like unto him was there no king before him,
that turned to the Lord with all his heart and
with all his soul, and with all his might, 
according to all the Law of Moses; 
neither after him arose there any like him.


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The New Day

There will always be a new day
So if you screw up 
Oh well

There will always be a new day
To tell what you
Have done wrong

Don't forget 
To right
That wrong

If you don't 
It could be 
the last wrong of your life


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Facsimiles burst in the jungle

Facsimiles burst in the jungle
Gestures pulling paint off the wall
I've seen it all
Crouched, hideaway consumer companion choice
Urgency gather fervently
Upsetting the sewage balance

Garden shears hanging sturdy frames
Blue collar bastion glowing brain
A belt buckle preacher enlivened struggle
Suicide ransom beneath the huddle

I'm making waves
And riding them too
Street animal casting feather balloons
Whispering a marching tune


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Celtic Mysteries

Windblown moors,
lonely threshold 
to nameless northern shore
where dark figures pondered in silence
while wandering uneven paths;
where once the wild men,
blue-eyed travelers,
approached and settled,
marrying to the culture of
redheads and brunettes
becoming part of the Celtic race.

Concealed Stonehenge,
yesterday's enigmas,
creations of mystery are 
carved into history,
once part of civilization that
became cluttered in decadence 
now crumbling in wearied infirmity.
Their many gods have become
one God, creator and eternal ruler,
adorned in pomp by those who would lead.


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' ... Looking For Some Skin ' Part 1 (of) 2

… Well,  a man told me a Story
That was hard to Believe
I thought he was Lying…
‘til I looked thru some Trees…
There went a thin Alligator
With a Boot on his Head !...
Walking to the River –
Like he’s so Unafraid…

Now, I turned back to the Guy
And asked, “What should I do?...
… but he was limping away
Without any Shoes…
He had a smile on his Face
That turned into Laughter…
He joked, and said…
“The old-boy came and got what he was after!....
… Amen !...

He was just looking for his Skin
He needed somethin’ to walk Around-in
Hold his head upright, and keep on Walking…
… He was just looking for his Skin…

… Now, if we could know the Creature-Language
They would shock us to the Core !
‘Cause they got their Own Legends
And wild-animal ‘Lore’…
They think that we are Lethal
And they just can’t Trust…
“Those Strange Two-Legged Walkers…
Come here looking for Us !...

“ There’s a Silk-Worm Somewhere
Working in a Sweat-Shop
So that little-bitty Woman
Gets a pretty, pink Top 
Be it Leather or Pelts
Or Fur or Fleece
Say, Ram, I hate to tell you… but …
… ain’t that your Niece…
… in that Pen?”

“… ‘Cause they’re looking for Our Skin
They need somethin’ to walk Around-in
Better Round-Up all of Your Kin…
‘Cause they’re looking for Our Skin !”…

Well, if you don’t think this is True
Go Back to The Beginning
Where the First Man and Woman
Was caught Red-Handed (Stealing)

They got Leaves from the Trees
But wind Blew, Right-Thru
Man Turned to Woman:  said,
“… don’t know what to do !...

So Half-naked and Crying
They had to Leave a Home
Yet, God… Ever Gracious…
Gave ‘em Skins… ‘fore they was Gone !...
… Amen !...

That Snake was looking for Your Skin…
Now, You Need Something to Walk Around-in
He was looking for Your Skin…
That’s what you get for listening…

                               (Part 1 of 2)

Sara... this one's for you Kiddo and all the 
Enjoyment I've gotten from Your Writings... 
(and... You were one of the first to Greet Me here
on the Soup... and let me know... it's Ok
You've Landed Upon Kindness... Share... Thank You)

MoonBee


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DAVID AND GOLIATH

DAVID AND GOLIATH


David, the shepherd, a tender of sheep, 
Would pray to his God before he would sleep.
One day he awoke to the roar of beasts;
A bear and a lion in search of a feast.

David slew both with his knife and his hand,
Though still just a boy and not yet a man.
The Lord's love for David was proven once again,
When he challenged the champion of the Philistine men.

Goliath’s beastly fingers and hideous toes,
Made David more selective with the stones that he chose.
One for the giant, he knew he would slay,
Four more for his brothers who were laughing that day.

The giant told David, "I'll tear you apart;
The birds and the animals shall feast on your heart."
David yelled back, "I’ll soon see you dead,
And when I’m through I’ll cut off your head!"

The worst of all men, drew high with his arm,
Came forth to David to do him great harm.
The youth jumped ahead just as quick as a lynx; 
 A stone from his sling popped the giant where he thinks.

Blood and bone spewed forth as that devil fell down; 
A thousand pound soldier lie dead on the ground.
With Goliath’s own sword, David chopped off his head, 
Then took it to Jerusalem, to prove that he was dead.

By Tom Zart
 


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' Monsters, Among Us ... '

‘ Monsters, Among Us … ’

 Scatter The Creeping Vapor-Stench, Away
  Expose The Wake of  Eerie, Fog and Shadows
And Nightshade and Fiends, and Vile-Beasts That Bay
 Begone, to Taboo, Grounds, Unhallowed …

… for there Are Monsters, Among Us …
Yea, Also An Ancient Curse
We Don’t have To Make This Up …
… to Make It Any Worse …

Yea, There Are Blood Suckers, Self-Styled, Vampires            ( Vlad, The Impaler )
Who’ll Drink Your Blood by Starless, Night
Creatures, Who’ll Make You Suffer Their Desires
and Ghouls, Who’ll Dine On Your Flesh, in Daylight                 ( Jeffrey Dahmer )

Yea, There Are Creatures of The Dark
Who’ll Catch You, If You Do Not Know …                                ( Rapists )
They Want To Get Inside Of Your Heart
And Make You Do Acts, Foul, Fraught with Woes

Yea, There Are Monsters, Among Us …
Merciless, Malevolent, Maniacal Monstrosities …                       ( Hitler )
They Do, Indeed, Want To Own Your Soul, Because                 ( Jim Jones )
They Want To Make You Commit, Their Atrocities ! …               ( Charles Manson )

And If You Walk Around Unwary
Doesn’t Matter, If Its Not, Stroke Of Midnight
… Anytime, Is Their Time, To Do Scary
Spine-Chilling Screams of Your Unending, Pitch-Black Fright …

Rituals To Silver and Golden Idols                                          ( Slaving For Riches)
Making A Virgin Sacrifice -                                                     ( Child Molestation )
Hexes and Voodoo Dolls
and All Such Abominations To The Christ …

… Now, by a Long Shot, I’m Not Pious
(‘Cause I Too, Like A Good Thrill !)
Just, Don’t Make The Mistake-Serious
By Thinking Wickedness, Isn’t Real !

And Humans, Please Be Aware
Evil Incarnate, Isn’t Just A Movie Theme …
It’s More Than Just A Joking Scare
… There ‘ Is’ A Wicked Scheme

(and there ‘Is’ A Wicked Being)

So, If You Find, You’re Chased or Caught
By Some Monster In A Living-Nightmare
Remember, No Potion, Amulet, Nor Incantation Taught 
Brings Almighty Help, Better Than Holy Prayer

Yea, There Are Monsters, Among Us …
Yea … Also, An Ancient Curse
(and We Couldn’t Even Invent The Stuff
to Make It Any Worse ! ) …


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ON THIS DAY: 01.20.09

In 1963 Dr. King gave a speech in Washington D.C.
it was a most stirring address that became a prophecy
he made mention of a dream of an America he had invisioned
one with justice, equality for all and no more racial division

In 1964 the Civil Rights Bill was signed and enacted
that federal law designed to have racism in America impacted
yet the struggle continued and the battle raged on
but God had something coming up on the horizon

In 2004 a man of mixed race decided to take up the cause
a Columbia grad with a Harvard degree who did not stop to pause
based in Illinois he ran for the United States Senate seat
and despite the odds against him the opposition he did beat

In 2007 God move Senator Obama to the next phase
the Spirit compelled him to step up and enter the Presidential race
many thought he was an upstart and by many he was rejected
as he wasn't a part of the early movement and wasn't what they expected
But God will use any kind of man to accomplish His goals
all He requires is an obedient servant who allows Him to be in control

In 2008 the Democratic Primary was a most unpleasant fight
it was not only about gender it became about Black and White
but the youth of today stepped up, joined in and took a stance
and the young Senator from Illinois now had a fighting chance
and after the dust had settled it became a very clear choice
the American people voted and the world heard their voice

that young upstart Senator Barack Obama won the Presidential race
and now the most powerful job in this world belongs to a man with a Black face
but more importantly he's a man who doesn't distinquish himself by his color
he's the President of every American citizen Jews, Gentiles, Sisters and Brothers

It was not a coincidence that on the day he won his party's nomination
it was 45 years to the day that Dr. King addressed the entire nation
it was not a coincidence it was all God's design
that this young intelligent black man would have his season at this time

a people delivered from slavery into the ultimate seat of power
on this day in U.S. history African American's shining hour
to be vindicated and now elevated
to be validated and now celebrated

Oh yes we can for hope has been renewed and restored
Oh yes we can pray that peace will reign again once more
On This Day the Rev. Dr. King's dream become divine
On This Day January 20th in the year 2009
ON THIS DAY


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You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


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' 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


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Jesus Gave His Life

That night when Jesus
went alone to pray.
He knew his death was just 
a heartbeat away.

As he was taken by the 
soldiers that night.
He surrendered without even a fight.

He was soon to be whipped,
ridiculed and scorned.
While so many people watched
sadly and mourned.

“Crucify him” was the cry of
the large crowd.
This cry could be heard ever so loud.

The crown of thorns placed
on his head,
the drops of blood
fell as he bled.

He carried the cross, even though
his body was ripped apart.
This was from a true compassion
and love from his heart.

On the cross, where his body
was nailed and bruised.
Read; “THIS IS JESUS-
THE KING OF THE JEWS!”

As his mother watched, 
she cried and sobbed.
As Jesus committed his spirit
to his father-God.

As they carried Jesus
to the tomb that day,
the crowds were silent—
with nothing to say.

Many had forgotten what
the prophets had said,
3 days later—he would rise 
from the dead.

He taught people his message
of eternal life and love.
Soon to return to his
kingdom above.

It was for you and me 
that our savior came.
He waits for you to
call on his name.

Receive his gift of hope,
love and eternal salvation.
Please do it now—with no hesitation.

His gift of love is for
you to receive.
All you have to do
is simply believe!

By Jim Pemberton
07/25/07


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{"Bright Light"}

Bowing humbly, before "The Father of Light!"
That I could gather in, the four corners of the earths wind
To spread them out as a garment, before their vision
As the stars within the firmament, across the night skies
Transcending, this place and time....
These billowing clouds, that have showered these eyes!
While I stand upon eternities edge
Looking across this chasm, and down, into the valley below
The piteous pangs of reverberating echoes, wistfully crying
Pleading with Heavens, heart and soul
To release their spirits, from this anguish inside
This house of torment, that has marked their lives....
My outstretched hands, beckoning to the four winds
To gather them in, before the end of days, forever arrives?
My moment, my existence, my breath and my life
Standing, with "Jesus Christ!"
Speaking of tales, into my soul which has crossed
Long ago, this barrier of flesh and bone....
Nothing has changed-it has always been the same
From the days of Cain, unto this moments final edge
Where upon We now stand, facing this wall of tumultuous tides
Blackened curtains, of darkness' forever veiled desires
Permeating, with showers of lightning, amid their approaching plight....
While the 'Children of Promise,' longingly await
These forever breakings, of histories fetters and chains
That have shackled their souls, unto the thorns of fate?
'Heavens Mighty Angels,' forever closing, 'This Book'
That has dissolved within my hands
As the 'Sprinkling of Blood,' trickled, upon my opened palms....
Above this valley, these outstretched arms, 'Nailed to "The Cross"'
Standing with "Christ," and the 'Prophets of "Light!"'
The 'Children of Tomorrow,' now, gathering in these four winds
From the corners of this place-to cast them into their eyes
The eye of the storm, that lies ahead....
Forever extinguishing its fire, within its smoldering ashes, of smoke
Which shall never henceforth, ever, rise again!?
As "The Precious Blood," trickles upon the valley
Of times endless sea of "Souls"
Echoing no more, with sounds of sorrow-'Paradise Restored'
In "The Land of The Living"....
To cast 'This Spear,' into the heart of the shadows, darkened demise!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                                     {"Bright Light"}


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' The Four Horsemen ... '

On A Pure-White Horse, Sits ‘The Champion’
He will Ride on to Victory, ‘til the War is Won
On A Fire-Red Horse, Sits The Warrior
He Rides Forth into Battle, Blood, Rage & Armor

On A Bold-Black Horse, Sits A Dark Guest
His Name is Famine, Poverty, Gloom & Unrest
Scales Balance His Weapon & Weigh Out Threat
…. And On A Pale-Horse… Sits Death…

And The Horsemen Must Ride…
The Horsemen Must Ride…
On an Ever-Rushing Tide
… The Horsemen Must Ride…

On Gathered Clouds Above, I can See Them ‘Cause
This is What The Poets & Our Prayers Speak Of
They’re Racing On The Wind To Glory and To Send…
They Must Keep On Riding, ‘til The Very End

There… See Them On The Horizon…
Blocking Sight Of The Moon and Sun
Holy-Vision, Shows… Here They Come…
… Death, Dark-Guest, The Warrior & The Champion

And The Horsemen Must Ride…
Yes, The Horsemen Must Ride
Following-Each, Side by Side
Ever-Rushing Tide… The Horsemen Must Ride…

The Prince of Peace…
Is The Royal – Heaven Sent Champion
The Rage-Warrior…
Stands for All Wars, ‘til There Are None

The Dark-Guest,
Equals, Eye-for-Eye, ‘til Due is Done…
And Death…
… is Always Coming for Someone

That’s Why The Horsemen Must Ride
The Horsemen Must Ride…
Following – Side by Side, Ever-Rushing Tide
Ranging Far and Wide

The Horsemen Must Ride…


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waryers

On this side of Neverbeen
holding fast to truth so keen
ever circling hawk or shark
in instinct driven tunnel vision
world of red surrounding white
berserker rage surrendered flight
Thus the other side of Never
thunders blood in pounding ears
A sight to see to startle shiver
cause of swift unfounded fears
racial memory of steel
swinging to the  piping screel
violent keening silent screaming
hairs all tall in taut attention
back aquiver with delight
so we dance into the night


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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 


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Monkey man (The Native)

What walks here
Looking funny i tell ya
Something like a monkey without tail
I say monkey man
He smiles i tell ya
This monkey man
Wears a cloth
And owns a pride
This monkey man has a land
And a farm and a wife
Could do anything you do
This monkey man
His skin dirt shine
Broad nose and i know a broad brain
He smiles and laugh like you do
His building a house now
This monkey ain't no monkey
Just a true man like you


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life of a poet

some people say that poets always write about the sad 
and everyone thinks its bad
just to let you know 
the words always seem to glow

through peots eyes
these are things that they can deny
the true feeling a poet has
is discovered by looking through the past

the lives of the poet
bleeds through as those from a bullet
writing a poem is how they live
people just cant seem to forgive

whats in a poets head
may never be determined by what lies will come ahead
until the day when people understand 
you have no right to lend them a hand


Details | I do not know? | |

Splashes of Hue, Vincent, and me

they're not listening still
 
explore with me if you will
vibrant colors
 
that could kill
 
explode with me
into Vincent Van Goht's
 
insanity
 
where we shall see
the beautiful side
 
of Huemanity
 
paint my picture
grey, red, yellow, and blue
 
color me
like lovers sometimes do
 
and draw pictures
like Vincent once drew
 
surrendering shadows of me
suffocated by shades of you
 
splashes of Vincent
suddenly come into view
 
watch grey doves take flight
into this starry starry night
flying high with all of their might

 
among a cascade of red shooting stars
leaving behind purple scars
diving into the vivid blue rain
 
they pass through a lover's pain
stroll along a memory's lane
and crash into an artist's stain
 
where only hopes and dreams
and memories of Hue and Vincent
and me
 
remain




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' 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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Making a day

Failure of its survival replaces itself to hate 
Obsession blunts notorious of speech stones others
Nightmares of childhood turns joy to reclaim deafness

Making a day is paying debt without escape
Gathering family is a pray or a nightmare
History of affair be the judge becoming a pirate
Before turning glory to a peeple stone
Recall its self remininesence live in each day


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DESTINY

Long before a sheath is woven, before the cocoon is made, 
Before a caterpillar seals it’s womb, before the eggs are laid,
Before air becomes the breath of life of everything that breathes,
Before a hawk takes to flight, before fish swim in the sea,

Before the cattle graze the range, and the beast roam through the fields,
And the creeping thing also crawls the earth, before the mountains and the hills,
Before the valley becomes a  dale, before a tree is grown,
Before a pod becomes a plant, before the garden is sown,  

Before the earth takes shape and form, before stars light up the sky,
Before the likeness of God was made, there was no you nor I,
Before the ashes and the dirt, and the mold of man was clay,
Before the dark and morning, there was no night or day,

Before the Heavens were set aside from Eden to the east,
Before God cursed his creation, into the belly of the beast,
Before the tree of knowledge was touched, before the tree of life,
Before Adam was tempted by his mate, before Eve was given to wife,

Before the earth was flooded, before Noah and his Ark,
Before Moses rose his staff on high and the Red Sea, God, did part,
Before the coat of colors was placed on Jacob’s son,
Before the king of Egypt, Joseph was the one,

Before the ten commandments were written in the stone,
Before the voice of God was heard, before Christ stood all alone,
Before the Son of God was born, before Mary became God’s wife,
On the cross, Christ surrendered to man, The Ultimate Sacrifice.


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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


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Mona Mona

I'm a rare variety child.
I go for miles and miles.
My head is full.
My heart beats.
Until, until, until.
It's your turn.
Someday you'll be ash.
Why not start to burn.

It's nonsense.
All these trivial things.
If you ask me, please don't ask,
walked into that, so go ahead.
Convinced to believe,
your self-righteous speech.
Who cares what people think?!
I got Mona Lisa smiling on me.


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....{Elements}....



The day's of the id....

Waking, unto another prophecy, fulfilled

While wearing these doxies blinds

That have been placed

Upon many of their eye's....

As if walking within one's sleep

Within a perpetual, yet waning dream

Unto these apparitions; ghastly

That have become, their soon to be

Realities....

These aquanaut's, of destiny's waters

Submerged beneath the churning currents

Of the everlasting's, blackest sea!

These, blinkers of forebodings

Aqua fortis dream's....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

{The Elements}


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A Dedication to Nancy Lynn, Nat'l Stunt Pilot

From the traces of Amelia Earhart
Her roots We could be tying
Considering how she had
Mastered "the Art of Flying"
So naturally doing her Snap rolls
The way a Computer geek
On the Internet, does his scrolls
Soaring through thin air
About the Earth's equator
Using her woman's intuition
To be her navigator
Knowing by heart, all the dangers
Of taking such a risk
Believing, solely, within herself
That "People are only killed by Cockiness"
Despite, how Our courageous Amelia
Had cold disappeared
Was Nancy still fascinated
Feeling worse things to have feared
Like being made to stay from
The one thing she did desire
Recalling how Confidants
Tried to convince her to retire
Although, She would Never give up
The freedom of flying her XL 300 Plane
Pressing on, with A sunny disposition
Ignoring the possiblities of there being rain
Because she had a "rep to protect"
Being a Stunt Pilot, Nationally known
Becoming right before Our very eyes
A legend to her death tragically flown
Upon "staying the course"
Like the crew of Colmbia Seven
Looking to defeat all odds
Getting lost between earth and heaven
Putting a damper on her plans
For futhering her flight thru the friendly skies
Except in the Spirit, appearing as a Cloud of Smoke
From which We choke in between the Cries


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JONAH

JONAH


God’s words to Jonah were to preach at Nineveh
A great city from which armies against Israel often came.
Instead he went to Joppa a city by the sea
Where he paid his passage and sailed without shame.

The ship had not gone far before a tremendous storm arose
And the crew became frightened and began to pray.
They threw the cargo overboard to help stay afloat
As they pondered who among them should be cast away?

They chose to draw lots to expose God’s offender.
And the lot fell upon Jonah who ran from his call
The sailors tried their best to bring the ship to shore,
When they failed they pitched Jonah to suffer God’s law.

Jonah’s body hardly touched the waters of the deep
When up came a huge fish, and swallowed him whole.
From within it’s belly he had time to think of his sins
Make peace with God, and purify his soul.

After three days, the fish swam close to shore
Casting up Jonah on dry land unharmed.
Again Jonah heard God’s voice from his heart
Saying save Nineveh from Lucifer’s charm.

Soon after he preached, that Nineveh along with its people
God would destroy unless they turned from their wicked ways.
To his surprise, they listened and repented their sins
And were told by their king to pray for God’s praise.


By Tom Zart




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THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN Verse 6

THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN Part VI.
How old are you--young man--why do you stare?
  The world awaits for you to raise your soul--
though fettered to the wind--and ev'rywhere,
  in time a dream will make you free and whole--

to walk again--the Valley of the Kings
  and ride upon the waters of the Nile--
where spirits bathe, and Nephritite sings,
  the secrets of the past--for yet a while,

the world is obdurate of any scheme,
  that brings new life--once death has made its' call
though greater men than you--have known this dream,
  not one still hides behind his secret wall--

  and no remains--stay hidden to the past--
  if golden chains are known to hold them fast.
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa


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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.


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A Dedication to Army PVC, Lori Piestewa

From the time, You became an indian squaw
Were you A rebel like Quick McGraw
Unhesistant of answering that Call
Knowing true Warriors Never stall
That We before walking first gotta Crawl
Like Our Loved Ones, back Home, that are Small
Yet, let's "just fix it", Y'all
When in Our court, is the ball
For the Reward of feeling Ten feet tall
If not Another name on the Wall
Even if We, upon trying, Stumble and fall
Cause No matter what, We're heroes, One and all


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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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One piece

gatherings in nuances
aching pain in numbnes
sense of gravity falls
mountains of ice melts 
raised to wash lands 

in between winds and tides 
Lets gather in high note
inmortal wave once a hero
as making one piece


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Middle Ages

M anors towering
Over the horizon
Western skies ablazon
With majesty possessing.

E arth trodden soil
Bearing feet of noble birth
Tramping blades of aged turf,
Hearts destined to inner turmoil.

D anger lurking in
Shadows of the silent souls:
Smoldering, burning coals
Leaving scares of ashes within.

I nsightful minds too
Rare to locate in this time,
Appearing so sublime
Their radiant light shining through.

E vening abbey bells
Sound the coming jubilee,
To mass we grandly flee
The Sabbath day the priest foretells.

V iking raiders come
Arriving by the ocean,
Longboats sail in motion,
Stealthy in their horrible glum.

A rmies marching near
Pillaging every city
Sorrow filled with pity,
Echoing cries of solemn fear.

L aughing now has ceased 
Only silence here to reign
With nothing left to gain
So many loved ones now deceased.

T ime is ticking to
A close, another plunder
Resounds like dark thunder
Beckoning to “The Red” anew.

I nto the misty,
Frosty air of the midnight
Eric leads the new fight
Away from the ruins gritty.
	
M an after man of 
Norsemen racing to the west
Shouting cries of the beast
Charging towards the mountains above.

E arly morning now 
Is here, but the Viking king
Is nowhere to be seen
He has fled after half a bow.

S ilent knights stand tall
For they have fended the 
Scoundrel attack; they see
New rays of hope starting to call
“Long live Christ Jesus,
 Savior of us all!”


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ONE BOLD BLACK SOUL

often in the grand scheme of God's desires
He will use mankind to do what He requires
His providential purposes God's master plans
will utilize any and all types of man

the Pharoah declared a most horrendous decree
of infanticide on Jewish male babies
to put them to death to keep their numbers down
fearful of having too many Jewish males around
but history has a way of repeating itself again and again
as the young Black male populations today hangs by a fringe
with incarcerations, police brutality and killing each other
we're on the verge of eradicating our young Black brothers
a supposed threat to society that same old racist mentality

yet all it takes is for God to send someone to be bold
one person unafraid to break away from the mold
over 400 years of praying and keeping hope alive
a people once in slavery but today they now thrive
from Moses to Jeremiah to the Rev. Dr. King
to President Barak Obama God can change anything
One Bold Black Soul to say what needs to be said
One Bold Black Soul whose life is spirit-led

don't let the world compromise your moral integrity
let prayer be the tool you use to claim the victory
you need some solitude to simply reflect
on that which God desires of you and what of you He expects
God will be what you want no matter what you need
and He will do whatever is needed to help you succeed
so walk in the spirit and just wait for your time
and be ready to act when God gives you a sign
to be called into place with God's saving grace

Jeremiah told the people of the prophecy
about their demise if they confront their enemy
he was then thrown into a pit full of mud and slime
his death to be a certainty in a very short time
but One Bold Black Soul stepped up to the plate
and told the King to save Jeremiah before it was too late
One Bold Black Soul an Ethiopian man
told of the soldiers diabolical plans

to be bold, to be risky, to be resilient in your resolve
to step out of your comfort zone until the problem is solved
from Rosa Parks to Medgar Evers to Malcolm X
to do what is prevalent and not what society expects
creative in courage, inspired with innovation
by any means necessary to change the situation
One Bold Black Soul willing to step out on a limb
to stop history from repeating itself once again


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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 …


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UNTITLED parts 1 & 2 (please comment)

you are all a lost generation -- Gertrude Stein ?

I

Once hallowed encephalon 
cavernous cerebral chasms
	now less serene 
		ruptured n' spleen
Subjected to ravenous days?
Days n' illumination?
n' summers hibernation?
Awaiting eschatology and Madonna's divination

In summers somnolent slumbers I was told
In dreams of all truths and history's scrolled
and what a fair delication to unfold
truth rings from the shell aft each reeling beak's descent
Forsake of the shell's salty fleshes derivment

A fleshy flower buds on the briar
To pluck and dissect or leave to admire

Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream  

Subjected to my piety in blinding ruth	
did I in dreaming sin for sooth?

Had Queen Mab or Archimago	
	twist my thrice twisted dreams
		with lies, abashing
and which in violence dance and beam
As waves with phosphorus' glow
they in guise clever crashing: gleam 
false sooth, in golden pools of indigo 
ever changing yet constant
As waves upon the shore
	singing
Sometimes soft and melancholy
Sometimes malice, as to destroy

Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream 
II

Oh my visage
how it pales in the light beside... 
	her 
		my madonna 
my oracle my day
Darkness in its defined fray
and I Amidst a Yeats' Byzantine nightmare 
to linger, to consist, to decay, an ill-stared heir
	a doxology,
		       pregnant with heterodoxy. 

Paling in comparison, in cavernous fright
days n' days and infinite blight
Static tremors. Intangible vibrations
	Winter
		Summer
			Solstice
Hibernation

To seek what lay beneath
the countenance of the Madonna
the purity
The past I prospectively reap
	n' seep
		n' sow
The city's concrete catacombs glow  
The future in night
day's abrasive
in its own right
reside in the day
confide in night
Rage, rage and endless blight 
in dreaming escape day n' days of 
a lifetimes endless death, in love 

Death in creation
dreaming awakes, awakenings dream
In our waking weakness lies perfection
But, oh how sweet to dream  





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Aquarian Dream II- Leaving Kali Yuga

A glimpse in your gilded eyes Tells me all inside your lieing mind How can you Stand without a spine How can you speak without a will Failed to announce the pain Will they realize the illusion Is it all to late? The lies that are so common Have put up a delusion Infront Of the people's mind So deep away from the dark Will we come when father is coming For us, is it all to late? Soft little messenger I dare you to spread the word About our dying world All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king I see the light of a dawning Age Let a new era begin An Aquarian dream a day where we are all free Inside our minds; our hidden refuge But there's no need to hide perfection Concordia shall be our queen Justice, independence, liberty are our only virtues free to be whoever our heart let's us be Go to the tower, strike the bell Soft little messenger And tell of Victory All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainetd with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king


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OUR LAND OF FREEDOM

To this land of freedom
we send the greetings it deserves,
we sing a song and praise for ever!
For free is the air we breathe,
and free the choices we make,
our dreams and all our thoughts.

Greetings free land from all your children,
young and old, any race, any culture,
we pray for thee, we sing for thee
and we call you mother.
For as the sun is close to us in summer,
so close is our freedom in the ages,
today and tomorrow, and in the years to come.

For centuries, this is a true fact,
a land of freedom not like any others,
for free is the air we breathe, the earth
we march, the gazing in the sky, the deer
in the green forest, the waves of the sea !
 Free is this land for all its children,
their dreams and their thoughts.


And this wonder of the ages, we call the free spirit,
the spirit that brings us all together.
Greetings free land from all your children,
we pray for thee, and we call you mother.
For free is the air we breathe,
and free is the choices we make,
our dreams and all achievements.


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' By All That Is Holy ... ' (Medieval # 1)

By All That Is Holy… The Knight Rode Away
Yonder o’er the Borders and Hills
Away to a Kingdom… to be His One Day…
Bound by Pledge and Royal Seal…

… for Valor and Honor and a Deed Well-Done
He wast’ given the Titles Thereof…
Glory and Power of A Champion
Of The High-King, He Loyally Loves…

By All That Is Holy… We Speak of His Fame
By All That Is Holy… Comes Thru His Name
That Strong, Gentle Knight of Light and Love
By All That Is Holy… Be Blessed Above

By All ‘Tis Holy  -  Pure, Virtuous
He Vanquished all His King’s Foes
In Obedience and Boldness… So Beauteous
That Forevermore… Everyone Knows!...

By All That is Holy… He is Now, Lord of Lords
GOD’s Will, ‘tis His Shield… Justice ‘tis His Sword
Prince of Peace, Paid a Ransom… we could nay Afford
… an Eternal Crown… ‘Tis His Priceless Reward

By All That Is Holy… The Hero Rose Away
By All That Is Holy… He Will Return One Day
We wilt’ Herald and Cheer, as Sir Mercy passes through
By All That Is Holy… He can Save You Too!


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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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Paradiami

I once stood alongside two Eagles pure graded in breast plated armor.
The one to my left I set free to love my innocent little white doves.
And the one to my right I dared to never leave my sight with little ole Pallor.
I left to spread the Eagle’s wings of merit soaring from far away and up above.

My Four horsemen flew on chariot wings with my four Golden Cups of Charis.
I stood up on the clouds and organized my Swordsey’s divine little palace.
The rainbows were blossoming around thrones of my precious manipulating Chaos.
I took two wings from the Eagle’s nest and kept them from falling completely off.
Then there was my balancing Scaler, behind his little trot there’s this forget me not.

I went further down and made myself quite the Amazing little conductor.
To the left of that shall be the Shadows of Webber’s with his dynamic dual detector.
To the right of this shall be the Beamers to Visor’s ultimate fine tuned selector.
Then I shall weld my shields for Justice with Timers s incredible invincible reflectors.
In the center of all of this my Blotcher’s shall send Dejavu’s to my blinding receptors. 

When my signals blare I’ll see Sweeper with Creeper and Snickers all on one perfect flight.
That’s when I will look up to the one to my left and the one to my right.
Then the Stars will gleam and flicker as I shatter both you Eagle’s with my true light.
Then you Eagles will know Paradiami is soul mated to love’s faithful glorious might!
 


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A Severe and Constant Struggle

From the time of Washington to today,
We have been in a "severe and constant struggle"
For America to be America again.
We have been hindered, but not stopped, 
Chained but not bound,
Beaten but not killed, dying, but we live;
And in afflictions and many distresses,
In prison and in much necessity,
The Souls of Black Folk refuse to die;
While there is life, there is hope.

From the time of Washington to today,
We have had a "severe and constant struggle"
For a generation of possibilities.
We have been sorrowful, but always rejoicing,
Dishonored, but always honorable,
Weakened, but always strong,
Poor, but possessing all things,
And with tears and many fastings,
With infirmities and watchings,
The Crisis caused faith to draw nigh.
The noose vanished from the rope.

From the time of Washington to today,
We have been in a "severe and constant struggle"
For rights and privileges without his compromise.
We have been ignored, but now recognized,
Defamed, but now praised,
Disapproved, but now commended,
Cast down, but we're lifted up,
And in patience and in the quiet,
In the power and in riots,
Let the Trumpet Sound with a loud cry, 
While the Talented Tenth break the yoke.

From the time of Washington to today,
We have fought the good fight;
We have waded and walked on water,
And we have overcome!
Because we give a "severe and constant struggle"
For America to be America again.


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The Kingdom Key

It was the dispenser and me you see, 
We went around His universal globe.
To you we dispensed our kingdom key.
We took it all around for each to probe.
We were showing it off for so many who believe.
We became life’s essential elements of great size.
Heart pounding and mind blowing are our wise. 
Inadvertently I impenetrably rest myself at ease. 

We demonstrated a flattering tale to a wondrous twist of fate. 
And there it was I found those having too much lack thereof!
We even isolated their last examining scholar updated by faith.
I had not one care even if they swayed to, fro below or up above.
We even set forth a disputed everlasting undeniable act of love. 
We deciphered truth and eliminated lies that could just never be for real.
We posted signs declaring our liberty and justice for every single appeal.
I need not even begin telling you the story of my bending down to kneel. 

I mean like wow we were obvious not the least bit inconspicuous in our style.
Yet, we were condemned and rejected by every single human put to this trial; 
Enough was enough until they all stood in correction tipping scales in defile. 
So I just stood there polishing up on my nails and making myself worthwhile.
I tell you we never have seen anything quite like this before, 
At least not on this magnitude of distance we have traveled.
Genetically speaking elements come alive inside of my core.
Then seeds of life do nothing except to continuously unravel.
Only the great shall succeed and wisdom shall take its place.
Simply put and stating my case,
You are in the center of my naval. 
  
Pre-examined or pre-exposed they all just seem to fade away a bit far, 
So far where once I placed in the hands of an angel my rainbow Star,
But I and my dispenser with our kingdom keys remain clear and free. 
I am born just for you time again we reach for the wholeness of today.
Blessed and be Holy to the seeds that be free holding onto my decree. 
It is like this, with me and mine we are in you in each and every way! 
  
  
   


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The Ashes of Our Innocence

A song can be heard tonight
Swirling about me beating down my strength
Enfolding the whole of me with thick, terrifying captivation
That chokes a city with the roaring thunder of despair
Of the innocent obliterated in the unforgettable heartbeat
When we died with our friends and families
Slain from the once impossible that shattered our world
Tossed aside the veil of our innocence forever

I can stand no more and I fall
My weary gaze heavenward for I have no answers
With my heart weeping, my soul burning
My mind alive with a desperately hungry vengeance
I scream out all of my searing pain
I scream out with every fibre, every pore of my being!
I scream blinded by this maelstrom of emotion
I scream!
I SCREAM AND I SCREAM . . !

Until my voice runs ragged
Until my anger simmers
And here amid a shattered ruin
I find inside the depths of my soul . . .
That which is fierce in us all

I stand and glare beyond the horizon
Where I know the object of my hatred hides
Feeling safe in his pit of woe
“No,” I seethe
“No,” I burn
“No!” I say through clenched teeth 
“I will not falter!
I will not give up!
I will not give into the swallowing lament of night!
I WILL NOT LET YOU BREAK ME!

I will see you held accountable
I will and I do defy you!!
I DEFY YOU!
And everything you represent!”

I . . .
I like my people, believe in a merciful God
Our Lord forgives and loves us all
And this is the God I believe in . . .
But I am a man, just a man . . .
And I cannot forgive you for this, I will not
God may forgive you
But I do not

I . . .
I hate you!
For the lives you have destroyed!
For the fear in my heart!
I hate you for existing . . .
I hate you because now I cannot help but to hate something

It’s lonely where these towers have fallen
And in this solitude I pick up a stone
I move another stone and then another
For I know not what else to do
I find that this stone is not a part of the rubble
I understand that I am not really clearing debris

I am rebuilding

And this dust covered stone now within my hands
Is the first
In a new foundation of our lives
I see my friends
Doing as I do, lifting one stone after another
We are rebuilding our world
Our ideals

And I whisper to the horizon
“Know this
Today we mourned as people grieving for our loved one
Tonight we mourn as a race having just lost our innocence
Tomorrow we will mourn as people defiled by atrocity one last time
But soon . . .
We will weep and mourn no more
And on that day

We will end terror.”


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A Lone Beggar

In mere desolation marked on its blotted page intact

With morsels sprinkled among the rocks with salt
Although its scenic view came into play
The slightest hint of ambiguity & your through
Through emmense inner pain in the climax of its game

We played second fiddle on the one last string in pain

With words spoken in lavender best,
With music in the eighties in a crazy rage
Although its scenic view came in focus
Just suppose we end it all,

A suicidal maniac with quivers in his head

Shattered dreams in plotted schemes in lazy diamonds studded scenes
Shadows in the shining storm
If there is a rose its as good as born
A challenge to be free is a question in time

In anger we get grafted in by his great design

A lone beggar then wanders aimlessly in the street
In sudden madness he then longs to assist
The love we once knew would be long to resist
Shattered dreams through the torment in my mind

For I once could see yet now I'm blind
Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child
Chose the day in faltering heat
With bloodshed often in our street

Send the troops home,
There can be no good reason for them to roam
Boldness through its ivy briars torn in fetters
Shattered by the twilight in the storms of life

A broad aim toward the curry & ives
A lost child in torment yet hunts
The pilgrims sod beneath its felt
A quick glimpse of want to present some more


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' The African Answers: '

‘ The  African Answers: ’

His Skin is Dark
His Eyes are Bright
His Hair, Kinky-Black
His Teeth, Pearl-White

His Song of  ‘Firelight’
He Sings thru Night
See This Sight
Has No Fear, No Fright

Mouth, Full of  Honey
Lips, Full Like Wine
Nose, Like Horizon
… Same, Rare, Wide, Flat-Line

Purple, was His Flower
Plucked, into Plights
… but Carrying Seeds
and Ancient- Rites

Flesh, Warm and Shiny
His Heart … is His Height
Africa is His Home
… Thru His Blood … Beats Her Might …


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LAND OF THE FREE

It started at the harbor, The Harbor of Pearl,
When the Japanese shook up the White Man’s' world,
The bombing of the harbor brought tears to our eyes,
To see that the Japs took us by surprise,
This was our entry into the Big War,
The first time terrorism has touched our shore,
Since the British were seen the exit door,
In retribution to such a dastardly deed,
These slant-eyed people and all their seed,
Were gathered into camps, their property labeled Void!
The Island of Iwo Jima utterly destroyed,
We won the war at such an intemperate expense,
With Japanese Americans routed and fenced,
Stripped of their pride and dignity'
In the Home Of The Brave and The Land Of The Free...
Spoken in true Hypocrisy!
Our founding fathers built this land,
On the backs of the Slave and the eradication of the Redman,
ALL MEN ARE GREATED EQUAL, so it is written,
But when it was written, the Black and the Red, 
Were no more than a horse, cow, dog or kitten,
When finally realized and legalized as men,
The Civil War had come to an end,
When the North and the South reunited as one,
Separate but Unequal was the anthem now sung,
In the Home of the Brave and the Land Of The Free,
Sung in perfect Hypocrisy,
One vote, one White man is now the law of the land,
Enforced by virtues of the Klu Klux Klan,
Terror was the weapon used to destroy,
The spirit of the Injun and the nigger boy,
When the oppressed and the depressed rose above this Ill,
Freedom was the cry from doorstep to window sill,
I HAVE A DREAM, was the anthem to shout,
Equality For All is what America's about,
Freedom from illegal seizure and search,
Is now the law of the land,
Unless it affects the National worth,
And you're not a Caucasian man,
Profiling is the word they use today,
To route the Arabs in the same way, 
As the Cowboy herded his runaway stray,
In the land of the free and home of the brave...
HOME OF THE BRAVE, LAND OF THE FREE,
THIS IS THE WHITEMANS' HYPOCRISY! 



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American Rain

Thunderous sounds of British guns
     pounding on the shore,
Precipitating rain with blood and gore,
     ignites the Revolutionary War,
Lifeless souls both young and old,
     strewed across the land,
Indigent, tattered groups of men,
     dying to make a stand,
Freedom from the Motherland is all we wish
     to be,
Free from the tyrant King and Queen,
     Release your bureaucracy!
The right to govern implodes our minds,
      To explode the rebel cry,
Remove your anchors from our ports,
      Or surely ye shall die!
These thirteen colonies shall unite,
       And form a new regime,
The People shall assume command,
        No longer will the King,
These United States shall we be called,
         A land of liberty,
Let freedom ring across the land,
         The Reign shall cease to be!


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Awaiting

((Prequel to 'Battle'))

The men sat in wait beyond the hill,
The outline of the enemy fortress
Just able to be seen.
Their candles flickered in the distance
Amongst the downpour of God’s tears
For the sorrow that was to come.
The night drew on,
The dark clouds passed over the castle.
Pale moonlight was finally allowed to fall.
With the rain gone, the men were left
Cold of body, and of heart.
Final pieces of armour were strapped in place,
Helmets lowered onto heads.
And as the shields were taken up,
Bearing the emblems of the families they fought for,
The trials they had endured for their king,
Silent prayers were sent out.
A banner was raised high
And the soldiers marched on beneath it,
The imposing rhythm of their steps
Reaching the castle long before them.
Men behind fortress walls grew alert.
Horns sounded on both sides,
Implements of war were put into place.
And when the banner crested o’er the hill,
The first arrow was released.


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Victory

((Sequel to 'Battle'))

Silence.
Men marched, out of step
Away from the rising sun that cast the sodden ground
In shades of blood.
Heavy, blistered feet
Clad in boots of worn and faded leather,
Carried them back to a desolate camp.
There were no words.
Dried streams of tears
Cut through the grime of sweat and blood
That covered every warrior’s face.
Sore and dirty hands beneath marred gauntlets
Still gripped the hilts of bloodied blades.
Dented metal armor sat atop
Hunched and weary shoulders.
Dull, bloodshot eyes were unfocused
Down on the trodden earth beneath.
Wounds were left forgotten on bruised skins,
Gaining only the seldom grimace and endured.
Scars would forever remind them
Of what had transpired,
The pain running deeper than flesh.
It had been a long, cold night
But these victors moved towards an even darker day.


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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




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Broken

Shards
Fracturing light
No rainbow
Visible to the magnitude of eyes
No depth
As a bowl to catch the sun
No scooping 
Of pictures from this emptiness
Nothing but splinters
Scintillating brilliantly
On a flat surface
Of soil.

When we were young
And I had not left as yet
The mornings
Where you wait for me
I do not recall
I ever saw a grain of sand alone
Beach or sand bed
Piled before becoming
The mortar for the stone
Each grain 
Was so individual and so belonging
Where they were swept up
By wind, human shovel
Or just lying this place of origin
Invisible
The umbilical of our kinship ties.

I saw it then
The butterfly swirling in the sun
As if idle to my eyes
What does a child understand
Of life's deep meaning
The sugarcane taste 
Of life's deep mysteries?
Women by standpipe or river
Together, always together
Washing, telling
Days old discretions
Men in their collective
Bond under trees
Or in the sour bars of rum
Boys in bushes
Coming out like stars
On golden beaches
Clustering like bees
Around the ball
Around the picture of a girl
Provoking the meaning to speak
Together, always together
The village rose
And fall as one
Something more than waves and soul
Something defiant
And beautiful in the sun.

Shall I sweep it away now
My life here
Not shown in a looking glass again
Nothing whole is whole
The splinters in the flesh
Are parts of pain
How it could have fallen from my hands
The lost of it
Rend me in parts deeper than carelessness
Only in a mirror
Can we tell the whole 
Present truth of memory.
























































 










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reign makes the world go round

water cradles embryonic fetus in utero until birth
   a necessary ingredient that fosters new born and also original life
heavens relinquish liquid pearl shaped dewdrops to quench the earth
   fertilization of ova and sperm when specific conditions rife
else womb and uterus will not expand to a sizable girth
   yet despite ideal biological criteria met emotional strife
could undermine this miracle to bring cries and mirth
   as witnessed by this husband from debut of offspring by wife

whose first pregnancy necessitated induced labor so doctor could head to the club
   golf field plush with deep green swards from freshly fallen gentle recent rain
flushing out the ordinarily hidden now vulnerable grub
   from predators on land or those soaring high like an aero plane
susceptible critters helpless to escape from meteorological crafted tub
   condemned to become fodder for prey within the biological food chain
critical for balance of nature as an airport hub
   serves departure point for global travelers who rely on this networked brain
similar but not exactly like those in search of ale scout out the local pub

lick kingdom to forswear vow to abstain from drink which tonic doth wring
   appeasement like precipitation from the sky nourish flora/fauna with mead
either elixir a balm to parched thirst satiated from man-made or natural spring
   yet the latter serves the gamut of species to feed
without inebriation nor pennilessness from addiction accompanied by ka-ching
   of last red cent acquired from tireless labor or mental task  type deed
and rather than being a curse with bodily harm, the rain a blessing does bring
   watering parched land versus how former engenders violent behavioral breed!


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Kings and Queens

Sun dappled shadows
Reflecting spirit’s form
Moss covered standing stones
From afternoon still warm
The kings and queens of yesterday
Yet hold the evensong
Prayers for peace prosperity
A right for every wrong
With every war that has been fought
Upon these sacred grounds
Run fast the blood of future lives
And yet the drum deep sounds
Calling soul to hold a place
Upon the earth still fair
Stay the sword for truce by might
Lends your grace to bear
A heart that bleeds for all life held
Within the hands of fate
Behold the truth where patterns meld
And time she runs too late
The past and future meet as one
Where power thickens still
And stately folk are seen at night
Still gathered on high hill.


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Forsaken Eurydice

[Satyr]
A quick game is all it will be
I can tell you can hear my shouts and screams from forest 
Your home it beckons thee
Why won't you come and play with me?
 
Why cant you cure her?
The venom isn't too deep
If you could awaken her once
Cant you do it again
 Did sorrow blind you?
 
 [Orpheus] 
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be 
For I have forsaken my Eurydice 
 
 [Persophone] 
He will never listen 
No is all you will hear
Death is always the killer of love
Death will always win
 
 [Hades] 
Go back to your kingdom
My words have been proclaimed
Your music will not be able to charm
 
 [Persophone] 
Why don't you please
Give him his love
He went this far in vainI
f he cannot see her blank face
Wont why you please
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice
 
 [Hades]
If it will please
You can see her
Only without your eyes
Throughout the dark realm
Looking back will forsaken your Eurydice
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice


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Immeasurably triumphant

Like an epic battle of warriors in the ancient times,
rhythms of defeat and success punctuate the line;
either one wins or loses the game doesn’t matter,
it’s sportsmanship, fairness and attitude of respect.

Super Bowl kick-off highlights Sunday’s program,
championship in historic match cheers everyone;
along with mammoth crowds like on Staten Island,
jubilant fans who emerge and show their smiles.

Giants fans elsewhere blare their cars’ horns
a triumphant meaning, a victorious experience;
truly, it’s a huge and festive moment to share
with others who admire those players like Manning.

New England’s Patriots acknowledge their defeat,
their strengths and weaknesses make them authentic;
how they react and show about their abysmal loss
echoes a challenge, an experience worth reflecting.

New Yorkers herald jubilations and their triumphs,
faithful followers of their respective teams combined;
begin to celebrat and make a toast of beer in bars,
getting the whole clan, along with peers and friends.

Such a boisterous scene that makes the difference,
with ordinary games shown on TV or big screen;
however, the Giants in their popular name here,
has got their favor and trust from people elsewhere.


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Continents

On the Continents of Earth
Awesome sights are for view
Fashioned for years
Astound me and you

Himalayan pillars dominate the skyline
The Andes of Chile, fall into line
The Rockies so apt, craggy and peaked
Mont Blanc so majestic, virgin snow steeped
Ayers Rock so purple and tribal
They are testament to Earths survival

What she shows high, she also keeps deep
Mariana Trench where Continents meet
The Grand Canyon, Colorado's walls
The delightful cascade of Angel Falls
The plains of Africa, so vast and green
Where marvellous herds are there to be seen

These most grandiose of lands, as if they float on oceans of blue
Solid and rigid, with emotions like me and you
Weather cycles, show anger and calm
And our Ozone layer, their to embalm
Every morning, we open our eyes to observe
Just a thought, it's not just Humans we serve.


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The Flying Casket

amidst my indelible impressions
comes an era of remembrence
that shall go down in history

I recall the flight of an airship
traveling abroad from Europe
to the United States 

with ninety seven aboard
passangers crews and news media
were all awaiting for its safe arrival

as newsreel coverage was filming
the attempt docking of this flight it
turned into a blazing yellow and red fireball

within one minute
thirthy five lives had
parished



In Memory Of 
Those Lost On The
Hindenburg 

{Deutsche Luftschiff Zeppelin #129}


Also Entry For
Brian Strands 
Indelible Impressions Contest


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UNTITLED (parts 3, 4 & 5) Please comment (READ UNTITLED 1 & 2 FIRST)

Please read "Untitled" (part 1 & 2 first)

III

Never are the odious so aware
Of their shortcomings as when facing Madonna
      	so fine and fair
My Madonna...
I sat reflecting while inspecting my Madonna
As she twirled a lilly in her hair
while playfully directing
a meandering blind holy men
in the avenues of America
seeking, Athens 
as if expecting
	Virility
		Fertility
summer twice a year 
standing with basket
desperate to catch, a muse's tear
insolent, in eclipsed brilliance

In the elongated, exaggerated
shadow of dead poets' illumination
here I stand as a shadow against truth
Subjected to my piety in blinding ruth
Do stars they gazed on still remain 
glistening through the cosmic, extragalactic plains
or does just the light now travel
fleeing some still darker stain
a requiem and universes' past
or 'haps an epithelium... 
as we children are told
"that mystic things in time remain" 
reflecting on waters still lustrous
Reflecting over all the tributaries of the Mississippi

A generation lost
and I -- lost in hindsight
Rage, rage and endless blight
in dreaming escape day n' days of 
a lifetimes endless death, in love 

IV

To their reflected desires
of my own as well
	Obsessed
		Obsessed
to Consume the night
and empty nest

To Madonna's purity and ideological reflection
But how can I convince divinity’s rejection?
Should I wish the atomic explosive asunder –
Universal extraction; Infinite blunder
Once and finally to come across
The cosmic oceanic ebb
Its odious and conduit web
If only to immerse my head 
Beneath the transfigured river bed
Deep in Heavens ethereal spring
Where chained like the sea
I in sleeping shall sing
...or dream of singing sweet, to thee

V

Singing here like the burning Arnaut
And Romanticism last fleeting thought 


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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!


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Mayin tarlasi

Yurudum cananin askina
Dustu bedenim mayin tuzagina
Agitlarda yakilan bitmeyen  sevdam
Naasim sercefil  isigini gordugum ruya.

Yurudukce buyudum erin  namina sessiz ve  gurultusuz
Umudim aksaminda acan yildiz acim yorgunlugum
Gun gorsem sehrin kalabaliginda cananim er meydaninda
Ucarim bedenimden otak olsa mayin  yelken salarim goklere 

Hoyratin atesinde  horan ve agit  kaybolmus gune cananin sevgisine
Izi olum kahpe mayin  tarlasinda  parcalanan umid agiti yakar umidine
Nameler adima kara toprak ve kul olmus kizil cam zeybegim olume
Bir nepze hayat bir fidan bir cemre topraginda askina hasredim fidana


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The Lusitania (Part One)

More than twelve hundred souls
Meet their watery grave.
German U-boat patrols
Spark a fatal shockwave.

This echo of the past
Resounds throughout history.
Rousing war unsurpassed,
Deadly shroud of mystery.

The empire aids Cunard,
Loaning millions in pounds.
Lord Inverclyde toils hard
On deceptions unsound.

They hide admiralty
Within their merchant fleet,
And in reality
War barons plot deceit.

Famed cruiser so agile
Brings home the Blue Riband.
Propellers prove fragile,
New designs would respond.

While retooling the craft,
Gun mountings are installed.
Hidden away most daft
Down where the ropes are hauled.

However they decide
To switch their new design.
Large cargo holds shall hide
Munitions in her spine.

War with Germany starts
With land mines and blockades.
America builds parts
While Britain launches raids.

The Isles become war zones
With no sure passage back.
Submarines would throw stones
To sink the Union Jack.
 
So Daniel Dow protests
This British smuggling ring.
The prior chief suggests
Attacks these loads will bring.

A German message warns:
"Huge risk at British sea!
If allied flags adorn,
They'll be hacked to debris!"

Captain Turner is picked
To lead the merchant ship.
"Speed shall avoid conflict
On this momentous trip."

Voyage two hundred-one
Departs Pier 54
Under a watchful sun,
Fresh ammo in her store.

Steaming toward Fastnet Rock,
Bowler Bill seeks advice.
Three ships are sunk in shock,
Warnings are confirmed twice.

Posting double look-outs,
They ready the lifeboats.
Bill secures a black out
While taking careful notes.

Thirty miles from Cape Clear,
The vessel enters fog.
Weather thwarts so severe
The captain slows their slog.

The periscope spots them
As orders are passed down.
One button shall condemn,
Destruction all around.

The Old Head of Kinsale
Watches the missile glide.
The bomb shreds to assail
Those weapons stowed inside.


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Battle

((Sequel to 'Awaiting' and prequel to 'Victory'))

The castle walls were crumbling.
Agonizing cries of terror pierced the night
But trebuchets continued to bombard
The aged and failing stone.
Arrows rained down from atop the battlements,
Hands moving from quiver to bow
As fast as fear would allow.
Yet the men on the muddied ground continued
To advance upon the stronghold.
Gleaming swords held high, battle cries unfurled,
The metal of their armor clanging together
With every metered step.
The castle keep would fall.
But the men inside would not surrender to the masses
That raged on towards them.
The large, wooden door was lowered
Fathers, sons, brothers charged out,
Warriors all.
They would fight and die for their home.
The sharp ring of metal filled the air
As enemy swords collided.
Shield beat against shield.
Bodies fell and were trodden upon.
And as the battle raged on,
The ground became soaked with blood.


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I Don't Know About you America But I feel Like A Whore

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
when the Bush Administration wants to give me a $300 score
how many of our young men and women in Iraq will have to die
before they will admit that this war is one big fat lie?
how many more will be in foreclosure and become homeless
before the government realizes this a problem they need to address?
I'm beginning to suspect that 9/11 was a secret government conspiracy
so that Bush could justify an invasion in the interest of national security
where are the weapons of mass destruction they were so desperate to destroy?
It seems like taking the Iraqi oil fields was the only reason troops were deployed

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
while the Bush Administration runs out the White House doors
and like a good trick when he's done he leaves money on the table
then has the nerve to tell me to spend so the economy may become more stable
the corporations have sold us out and with the Chinese we're now in bed
more Chinese goods in America even some with paint containing lead
we used to be a country that thrived on production
now all we do is go to war and cause global destruction
the dollar is in the toilet and not worth the paper on which it is made
could it be because we're at a deficiency in international trade?
the Bush Administration has us again in debt to the tune of trillions
yet how is it that Republicans are still raking in the millions?

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
when the biggest John leaves us broken, bitter and sore
the Secretary of State believes the propaganda that's she spinning
the Joint Chief of Staff insists this war we are winning
but all we've done is cause chaos and confusion
It seems like America is the problem and not the solution
how many more soldiers will return disabled and lame
before the Bush Administration assumes any of the blame?
they talk in a manner that's most condescending
yet fail to remember that it's OUR tax dollars they're freely spending
let's not mention those "Hanging Chads"
we all knew brother Jeb had the election in the bag

we use one country against another to further our objectives
and when push comes to shove we drop them when there's nothing left to give
after Afghanistan and they way they dealt with bin Laden
why are they surprised that towards us his heart is now harden?
I don't know about you America but I feel like I've been betrayed
at least in the Clinton Administration only Monica got played

this poem took me 10 angry minutes to write


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' Legendary ... ' ( Part 4 (of) 4)

‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  4 (of) 4 ) 



Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, ‘He’ Located, Her Craftily
Beth, was in A Flurry, Too Much in a Hurry to Hear Turning of A Key 
Alas’ … The Happenstance of Harm, at the Bower, twas’ Done Most Foully !
Alas’ … The Happenstance of Alarm, Maid twas’ Undone for Shameful Villainy!

 * * *  The Maid so Afraid, for The Earl Waylaid – Her, to His Infamy
He Ravaged and Damaged The Maid … and Took Her Innocency …

And She, in Her Distress and Mental-Regress and Misery
Sat Horrified-Aloof, Sitting in Soiled Proof, of Her Plundered Chastity
There Could Nay be Gathered, Her Tattered-Wits twere’ Shattered, even for Modesty
As The Earl snidely Chuckled, and Boastingly Buckled His Belt, Smirking Heinously

Yea, The Earl had Sated His Dissipated Lust and Gloated – Gleefully
Went Back to The Masque-Ball and Unmasked and Called and Mocked Maliciously
Impugned Beth, to One and All, of Her Downfall from Grace to Impropriety
The Earl Made Sure … The Stunned Knight Would Overhear, The Indecency …

But Much to The Earl’s Chagrin and also Akin to Cowardice and Incredulity
… The Knight Spoke Nay a Word, Only The Hissing of His Sword, Struck Accordingly
The Last Look, The Earl Saw Was … Rage and The Fraught-Gaze of  Insanity !
Yea, The Knight, Smote The Gloat off The Face of the Vile Earl, Most Deservedly …

* * *

Thence, The Knight, in Their Sight, Became Legend That Night as He Fought Mightily
He Escaped Royal Guards, His Heart was Beating Hard, as He made it to The Bowery
And by the Window, He could see by Melted Tallow, a piece of cloth hung Raggedly
caught Wherefore Beth … had jumped to Her Death … and Lay Below Crookedly …

* * *

Now, Tis’ Sad To Recite … They Hung The Poor Knight,  tis’ Further Travesty
For The Earl, tho’ Highborn, wast’ a Cur to Be Scorned … a Monstrosity !
Alas’ …  and Aghast, the hope of Lovers Together at Last, Turned into Tragedy
Fie’ and Fain, lest’ we Forget, this be A Story and yet… couldst’ be Reality …

Yea, Fie’ and Fain, lest’ We Forget, …  Why The Earl, His End Met … 

                        … This Too Was Vanity …   Eccl. 1: 14

‘ … Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token
And Language Be Spoken …
Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary ! ‘

                               The End


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The blood of Osiris

If you want the 
blood of Osiris.  You will
have to praise my folly,
share in my laughter,
and feel the life
of Re.  If you want
the blood of Osiris, 
the life of God, you 
must feel yourself
and know your heart's 
content.  Let the blood
of Osiris fill your 
cheeks flush and 
within the eyes of Set.



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' Legendary ... ' ( Part 3 (of) 4 )

‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  3 (of) 4 ) 



… Now, The Earl, had Spies, to keep Intruding Eyes On The Tryst of Secrecy
Beth’s Tresses, like Raven Wings and Eyes Emerald-Green, Became His Fantasies
Yea, He erstwhile Plotted, for He wast’ Besotted with the Cobbler’s Daughter’s Beauty
All to no Avail … for Beth Knew Well,  Twere’ None, More Wretched, than He !

So, She didst’ Spurn his Declaration and Protestations of Undying Fidelity
She didst’ Return, His Portrait and String of Pearls and His Poems, Peremptorily
Forasmuch, and twas’ this and such, She Rebuffed all His Pleasantries
In Favor of Her Knight, she Reserved This Right, which Enraged, Their Enemy
 - - - - - - -
Now, Twas’ but an Instant, of Insistent Cajoling, that Beth Pleaded Prettily
To Part with Her Swain, til’ Their Hearts Came, to be Joined For Perpetuity
To Compose Herself, for Their Nuptial-Heft, She twould  Prepare Hastily
And Rendezvous for His View, stating … ‘ I  twould’ Look, My Best for Thee!’

And as She left His side, She was Singing Most Merrily …

‘ …  Carry Me in Thine Arms, to Our Beloved Balcony
To a Bed of Blushing-Rose-Petals and Wild-Tossed-Peonies
A Bed Lover’s Designed … Draped in Damask and Brocade -Satiny
And let Moon-Glow, from Yon’ Window, Bathe Us Both Bodily … ‘

… and The Handsomely Styled, Smitten Knight Smiled, as He Heard Her Warm Gaiety …

… Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token
And Language Be Spoken …
Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary !

                                  ( Part 3 (of) 4 )


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The Storm That History Has Warned

An oath that humanity has sworn is the total cooperation of the storm that history 
has warned, on the eve of chaos indeed one must be at ease the revolution is 
gods solution to evils evolution.


Be forewarned to those who sit on the devils throne your life is not your own the 
storm that history has warned bares no pity for your soul will see eternity cold 
and empty. As he said "Look up to me for i am that gracious entity into my arms
and i shall set you free".

Over come your fears soldiers will never drown in unforsaken tears set aside
those years and walk were imagination appears, the storm that history has 
warned is about to blow its final wind the end only to me it depends.

Watcher of new and old this story must always be told on angels ears never
to get old, the storm that history has warned a rage that faith yet unshakable 
always fades and with it the death of my new age.

Speak as if my will engraved in ancient stone guides you all undoubtable
back were you belong, beside me in heavens kingdom  waters are now to be
calm the storm that history has warned is no more untouched always i adore.


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Letter to Ellen Johnson - Sirleaf

I rather watch a kestrel to see
Her swoop and swirl
The skies invisible maze
To feed the inhabitants of her nest
Her milk of gratitude

Morning begins with a bright darkness
And the beckoning beaks for food
There is a wind ruffled mood
Yawing the feathers of the breast
Dawn is a ransom for the truth
Her flight negotiates
The billowing whirlwind
Of dust
Settled in the bowl of expectation
It is the African way.

Courage cannot wear shackles
When the protest comes
This transition
Have shaken superstructures
Not roots, but leaves
Any grafted branch can bear
We did not invent this way
This democracy
Churning chaos out of selfishness
This way of bridging men's hope
This inclusion that is exclusive
This decomposition of old bargaining
Of parables under ancient trees

Strange shifts happen
When we disrobe our cloth
Baring ourselves of familiar primitives
Was not the old ways good enough
Why did we not transform it
While the time was transforming us
Into spectacles 
Since we did not want to be invisible still
Will we transform what we
Have borrowed
Into a resemblance of our sense
Of equality, belonging and value?

The base fumbles into sectors
Carved by streets intersecting villages
Divided by self interests
More than any division of our origin
We who came from Jamaica
Barbadoes, Trinidad 
And Guyana
Leaving Elmina, Shama, and Sekondi behind
Cattled in the coral that was not pearl
Permitted by a sympathy of the Unites states
Came here forming a new state
Out of forgotten memories
Of lost addresses and broken grief
Of kinship disillusionment
Called this Liberia
Clothing the construction of autonomy
With the identity of freedom.

Is it surprising then this tension
This fractious existence
In a dark forest of genocide
That each sit not well with self as stranger
For this group have no social memory
Beyond the coming of the ships
Until a common bond is forged
From the sorrow of years of fire
To form a new collective identity
Nothing speaks to the deep insecurity
Where there is a need for belonging
Like the suckle of the milking breast
Soft on the flesh of the tongue
With kindness
Telling us our faults
Teaching us to be brothers again
Telling us how to feel the humanity
In our forgotten hearts
Straining to build out of the pain.




















 































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The Emperor (from My Secret Sin)

His blade is rusted, but bloody
His boots are muddy
But his thoughts are toxic
A soldier’s raft is ready, so he docks it
The battle field has went silent
The fragrance of armpits and crumbled faces gone violent
One steel blade
To any throat is easy to persuade 
Down to the marsh lands he prepares to invade
Rule the empire until it’s his time to retire
Puts his hands together to raise the spirits higher
From his brain, he images one mans pain
Pressure points, one finger to his head
Takes time and gives respect to the dead
Holds his chin high
He knows, for one day, he to must die
Through the pupils of his eyes
He sees the world to conquer
Breathes heavily 
For one lung is already punctured
One mind corrupt
One mountain ready to erupt
Electricity seeps from his palms
Looks at the sky
Wondering when the storm will calm
Thoughts of one death alone
No other face to be shown
One shining shield 
A handful of arrows that say yield
One man on one bending knee
One soul for one high fee
One beggar one plea 
Sticks and rocks
Cold chills, rats, and rusted locks





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WAKE UP CALL

on September 11th of 2001 the Twin Towers did fall
do you think that It was God's wake up call?
In society today where the moral of men have gone completely slack
I pray to my God daily to have the good old days back
the youth of today are being raised with total disrespect
but you have children raising children, so what can you expect?

chaos and confusion, murder and mayhem
drug abuse and fatal diseases where will It all end?
the ozone layer, the rain forest diminishing plus urban sprawl
we are destroying our planet, we need to stop this all
natural disasters, man-made wars and national crime waves
I pray to Jesus, my savior that the soul of man may be saved

the blackout of 2003 they said was the results of a tree's fall
but what caused that to happen, do you think that It was God's wake up call?
now is the time for everyone to get right with God
start leading a Christian life and begin praying very hard
let go of the carnal nature and give to God your all
because when Judgement Day comes, there won't be time for wake up calls


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I Hold No Fear

Tomorrow comes and oh God how it goes!
Do I care, why should I lend all of my spares? 
I’ll never know what tomorrow holds!
“Oh my”, how could I, what is it that I need to do?
Blessed by God, sure he loves me but what about you?
Why today and why tonight I really don’t care! 
I know that I love me no matter what my eyes can see!
Take it all but hold the very last thought that we share! 
My God, My God how I hope you all know what it is that you truly believe!
“Oh my”, capture and redeem my mind!
Complete my being that lives alive inside of me!
God you love me, these eyes have no doubt with that which they can see!
“God”, you know you have done all of this to me! 
Oh how you have loved these things that I can see!
Sheltered, protected, yet, condemned by that which I know you believe!
If I could, I think that I would, but oh God how I do stand here!
Come and get me with all of that, which I know you believe! 
Please God, just come take my all of me! 
I am still here my Lord and I hold no fear!
Tomorrow, hmm just another day for me to believe!
Oh well! Guess I’ll just have to see it through!
Ask me anything and I will tell you! 
I think we all know what it is that we should do!
Escaping the reality of what really should be, 
Oh God, I am so very here do you know what tomorrow will be? 
I’m still here my Lord and I am holding absolutely no fear!
Each morning the Sun rises to approach a brand new day. 
No doubt that I do love me!
Embraced with the thought that you have come just for me, 
I’m engulfed with this moment that I have finally achieved.
Oh my, I know that I could because I am coming to you. 
Where are you my Lord I just need to be so very near!
God you do love me! Oh how I knew that you always would! 
I’ve walked so many miles with you each and every single day, 
And I am still right here my Lord and I hold no fear!

© COPYRIGHT: 1997  ANN RICH


Details | I do not know? | |

The Ripper's Grudge

Creeping through the dark of night, with a quiet plot
Searching for an innocent one, to death they shall rot
Reflections only worthy to the filth in the earth’s mud
Moonlight gleaming off my blade stained with blood

Craving to lie to rest the wenches of these dirty streets
Watching intently, dancing to my victim’s heart beats
Tainting the lives of those they prey on, without a care
How I long for this, to gaze into their cold dead stare

I’ll take from them the parts I desire, trophies I’ll hold
The darkness I use as my cloak, stirring ways so bold
Leaving them, dead and frozen in a beautiful slumber
You’re no longer safe; every one of you has a number

A phantom I have become, with not a trace I will leave
Gliding like a ghost, steps of silence on this dyer’s eve
One by one, pitiful victims fall to my unforgiving hands
As a plague I will move, sweeping through these lands

Now that I’ve got my fill of your deaths, I’ll disappear
Leaving behind a tainted path riddled with dreadful fear
A ripper they call me, such a fitting name for this judge
Now this world will sweeten my acts in eternal grudge


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THUNDER BOOMS

As the Soldier stands ready to fight,
The thunderstorm rolls in with its might.
Turning the day into night.

As the wind sweeps the sand like a broom,
Off in the distance the artillery booms.
Mixed with the sound of the thunder booms.

The Soldier is silent throughout the scene,
With a look that’s calm but lean and mean.
He has no fear because he is with his team.

The thunder gets weak and fades away,
But the Soldier was still standing that day.
Thanks for protecting and showing me the way.

The price for freedom was paid today


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Mankind

Master me in all surfaces
point to history written
rules of selection in whim
await doors still re-open 
kinship prison of mankind


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The Lusitania (Part Two)

Explosions rock the boat;
Ocean gushes inside.
The battered stern won't float,
All controls lock their slide.

Listing fifteen degrees,
The lifeboats fail to launch.
Swift decent lugs a squeeze
Impossible to staunch.

After mounting seconds
The vessel starts to slow,
While the stark deep beckons
To swallow them below.

Schweiger spies the turmoil
From aboard U-20.
Acts of rage shall embroil.
Outcomes destroy plenty.

Along the starboard side,
Crewmen sadly lose grip.
Force and terror collide--
Rag dolls plummet and flip.

The Merseyside Bowler,
Captain Bill Turner stays
As the helm controller
Until the sea betrays.

He scoops the chart and log
Before tossed by the wave
To splash down in the fog
As deck chairs bob to save.

Eighteen minutes stalk down
As the queen disappears,
This vessel of the crown
Sheds life essence like tears.

Of the forty-eight rafts,
Only six salvage lives.
Few are plucked from the craft,
Rescued before the dive.

Bodies scramble for life
As the rouge flotsam floats.
Survivors torn by strife
Wait for swift rescue boats.

The massive toll of grief
Demands a quick response.
Liars sell disbelief,
More soldiers to ensconce.

Freedom dies from deceit
Since justice needs to thrive.
Heroes wail in defeat
When covert acts contrive.

So Schweiger falls denounced
For his sinister role.
Yet U-boats do fall trounced
By the British patrol.

Bounties Cunard offers 
To captains ramming foes
Offer tempting coffers
For quelling danger woes.

Poor Lusitania!
Dashed by corruptive lies.
Megalomania,
Shielding truth in disguise.

The sleeping giant stirs
Due to brutal accounts,
Sparking violent slurs
With omissive recounts.

Woodrow Wilson blusters
At the German attack
While the bankers muster
To break our nation’s back.

Indignant elites rule
Behind grim deception.
Lessons untaught in school
Show wicked inception.


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Trading Places

He fought for peace without using violence
We kill for more land and more money 
His broken down body suffered in silence
The tips of long fingers grow bloody
He yearned for freedom, longed for change
We, loaded with change in our jars
He sacrificed much, and much endured pains
Whether in front or behind the bars
Though poverty stricken, starving by choice
A hero fulfilling his heart and his soul
One ideal, one idol, one whisper, one voice
A nourished reward when he reached his goal


(A tribute to Gandhi)


Details | I do not know? | |

Frozen in Stone

Frozen in stone for a hundred years,
standing alone as time has passd by,
emortal as he stands frozen in the past,
children and childrens children have gone by,
every one looks but know one know's who is this guy,
Eternaly frozen in stone standing here in this garden
for a hundred years all alone, 
seen many things new and old life has past by a dozen times or so,
left here as some mortar to a time passd by,
forever now I will wonder why?


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Courage

Yes indeed, the time draws near
when we must volunteer
to risk our lives, face our fears
And use and create
what was given us through the years
That rebellious spirit
our enemies fear
The intestinal fortitude
to stay on the horse when it rears
The bravery to land on the sands
of far away lands
And receive the orders
to go forward with gun in hands
At this time
something inside you
whispers, i am a man
speaks, I am a man.
shouts, I AM A MAN!
I am a man


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Snake Man

It was out on Dead Dog Prairie
Where the days were hot and dry,
That a cowboy known as Snake Man
Made the cy'ote start to cry.

He was mean and tough as leather
When he loaded up his gun,
And he rode his horse from dawn till dusk
While gath'ring up the sun.

His job was one most folks don't want...
He hunted rattlesnakes.
He took the skins and made some boots,
His livelihood to make.

So now you know the reason for
The name they called him by,
And why the cy'ote...robbed of meals,
Would often start to cry.
 


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In Steps of Hilo

Waves washed in wind
Sulfer swirled till cold with rain.

Flowers bloomed in ashes
where lava dance to cool.

My love grew in tides
Love of my king and queen.

Banyan holds sulfer in tides
Branches blends kayak in dreams .

Left alone as promise child
Dead call names stalk of sugar cane.


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Empire Of Julius.

Confessions scratched hastily  
On brittle yellowed parchment scrolls…

Glory bled dry of life on the edge
Of Marcus Brutus’ smitten gladius…

Caesars gold alabaster empire 
Lays in the decimating firestorm of envy…

Wielded by coveting men
Legions of voracities avarice march on Rome…

Retribution’s sweeping winds 
Deliver his great realm into Libitina's hand…

A vision divine unfulfilled
Only silver in the pockets of assassins…

Civilizations legacy realized
That all greatness is finite within bitter hearts…

Reveling in our distant past
Filling the worlds ears with a cacophony of drivel…

Every empire fallen
This blueprint follows it’s way to the future…


				


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YIELD

obstinence, disobedience 
and uncompromising minds
a few of the traits that the nation of Israel 
responded to God's Kind
they were very self-absorbed 
and completely unyielding
ungrateful for the blessings 
that God Himself was revealing
even after all that He had done 
to remove them from Egypt's slavery hold
they were too impatient to wait 
on the promises God had foretold

Our God is a God of second chances, 
of mercy and of grace
a God of forgivingness 
not concerned about culture or race
come to Him in humility 
with a heart contrite and true
come to Him in gratuity 
let thanksgiving be in you
It's not just about you
It's about yielding to God's master plan
you're not even in control
your fate is in the Lord God's hands


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War Archaic

On scribbled parchment, sanguine letters writ in blood
Of hidden tales, broken pages smeared with mud
An unknown soldier, his blood he lie
With glint of sword, his death is nigh
A scar on the body, an ache in the heart
Blades in the dark, cut his chest apart
In his sorrow, with his dying breath
He called to his dearest Elizabeth
For never again would he see her face
‘Twould be here he died, this abysmal place
The war had begun, some fifty years hence
This soldier unknown fought for a sixpence
His gentle soul ripped by the horrible conflict
That artists of the gilded age could never quite depict
On the field of valor, were armies a’massing
‘Twas nought but bodies as sign of their passing
The head of the line led a cavalry charge
As arrows shot past, betwixt shield and targe
With iron-forged pikes upwardly thrust
To satisfy the wicked Gods’ bloodlust
Cries in anguish rang out cold as steel
Sheering flesh from bone, with fanatic zeal
With each death, came a tear fell from Heaven
The forgotten soldier, unidentified number eleven
Which side won the battle could not be told
Such death and carnage, history alone could be so cold
Through passage of time and the set of the sun
Came the dawn of a new age, the era of the gun
A weapon of such power that no armor can shield
That strikes such fear that the courageous yield
Could the forgotten soldier have known this to pass
How could he foresee land mines and poison gas
This is what we make of the cause he died for
To repeat the same mistakes, to continue his war
With a whimper or a scream, how does Humanity end
An unjust war on the horizon, on you it will depend...


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the Nomad

Before Sunrise
I shall be off to my doom
One nation’s ruins
My empire consumes 
I will march, I will step
Left foot, right foot 
In continuous reps 
I shall slaughter or be slaughtered
These morbid thoughts 
Allow me not to falter
The evening before my departure 
Flashbacks of the famine I once brought you 
I look upon the face of the infant one 
The gods have blessed this father with
I come to hold 
The wife I no longer bother to kiss
March I shall
For the empire that has nourished me 
From infant to child, child to man
From man, to battlefield god
Your favoritism is what I demand
This morning has come, 
This morning has past
In the gods I trust 
In this steel, my treasure at hand
To kill, to lust, 
No separation of us
No signs of your favor
No shift in my behavior
Grave I may be
The opposition of life often waves at me
As your loyal subject 
I write to you
My lord
Your newly speared nomad 





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Cleopatra with Caesar in Alexandria

Cleopatra ,  Queen of Egypt  , feasting on Quails
and honeycakes,dressed in glorious splendour.
She minted new coins with her   picture on them
"Mark them Cleopatra Philopater, after the King!"
Garlands of flowers , decorated in gold ,luxurious
purple silk, rooms perfumed in roses, celebrates
her victory with the Roman leader , Julius Caesar.
Bald  as an egg and old enough  to  be her father.
Few women could resist his  sexiness + charms.
Her brother ,Ptolemy thought not and surrounded
Alexandria with a sqad of twenty thousand troops.
Months went by ,Caesars Roman army re-gained
control........Ptolemy Xlll , weighed down by his suit 
of golden armour drowned in the waters of the Nile.
In Alexandria she put his golden armour on display.


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making It great in 2008 (part19): Just Do It

to make It great in 2008 just do it
just make sure that you're in sync with the Holy Spirit
as you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you
for as long as you're in Christ there's nothing you cannot do

when I think about the presidential election of 2008
I realize that a historical event is now taking place
an African-American man has won a major party nomination
for the very first time in the history of this democratic nation
but in order for him to take that seat
there is one task as voters we must complete
just do it, just do it and stop all the talk
stop the criticizing and player hating and just walk the walk
walk up to that voting booth and make a conscious choice
for the voting booth is the only place where the government hears your voice

when I think about those words written by the apostle Paul
in jail and at the end of his life's long haul
in a dank dark cell he inked those encouraging words
about what it takes as a Christian for one to be heard
just do it, just do it find your joy in Christ
just do it, just do it just make sure you do it right

for there is no substitute for the authority of experience
you must actually live through it to serve the sentence
you can read about it, you can goggle it, you can even say that you understand
but it's like having a baby it must be experienced by one's own hands
to know that in you there has been a major change
to know first hand that your spirit has been rearranged
to know that the Lord has bestowed upon you His grace
to know from your past that a change in you has taken place
for mole hills can become mountains, big can become small
minors can become majors and short can become tall
to experience for yourself being a part of the body of Christ
to understand that a spiritual change has come into your life
to know and believe there's nothing that you can't do
for the Holy Spirit of the Lord Christ now abides in you

I say this to the Democartic Nominee, Senator Barak Obama
you will be the next president in spite of all the Republicans drama
you're destined to do great things through Christ who strengthens you
so don't worry about John and Sarah for there's nothing that they can do
it's not just a coincidence that on the very day that you were appointed
it was 45 years since Dr. King gave a speech that was so anointed
so make It great in 2008 just do it but do it correct
bring about a change to America thus earning the people's respect


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What If?

what if one man died to stop world starvation?
what if one died to end racial segregation?
what if one man died for social justification?
what if one man died so we could have eternal salvation?
what would you do? what would you say? 
would you get on your knees and for them pray?

what if one woman stood up for gender equality?
what if one woman refused to stand and give up her seat?
what if one woman served all her life trying to save lost souls?
what if one woman took a stance to help empower woman's roles?
what would you say? what would you do?
would you stand and applaud them and give them their proper due?

throughout the history of mankind 
many have stood up and many have died for a cause
men and women who were fearless in their quest
willing to died without pause
Ghandi, Dr. Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers
Rosa Parks, Susan B. and Mother Theresa
they all took a stand in this world to make a sacrifice for us
but the one who died to set our souls free was Christ Jesus


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shout your walls down

God does not go about giving his people the spirit of fear
He gives them love, power and a sound mind with which to bear
and when God spoke to Joshua, He said,"fear not"
trust in Me to deliver you with all the power that I've got
I command you to go forth and to participate
not cower in a corner nor pause nor hesitate
come out of your comfort zone and worship from the heart
jump for joy, shout and stomp and give honor to God
for I don't know what you came to do, but I came to praise the Lord
to edify, glorify and exalt Him and I suggest you get on board
don't just sit in that pew looking like you just don't care
give God all the praise, remember He's the reason why you are here

Christianity is a lifestyle and it's based solely on who you know
get acquainted with the Living God and let the walls around you go
believe in Him, receive from Him and open up to Him your heart
gaze up to the eyes of the Creator who gave you your life's start
change your belief system and trust in God's Kingdom of Light
disregard what the world has to say, be acceptable in His sight
you're no longer lost but now to be found
with the power within to shout your walls down
understand that nothing is impossible 
if you believe in the Living Gospel 

the written word of God was sent to us with love
and when the Spirit speaks it's a direct command from above
the anointed word of God is a revelation that's  always true
so when the Spirit speaks you know what you must do
for every word that comes from God is a manifest
every promise will be fulfilled so your testimony will progress
and whenever God says "It's finished", consider it done
acquiesce to the authority of Christ, the Anointed One

we tend to put walls up in many aspects of society
to keep us in and others out, to cut off humanity
be they wood, concrete, cement or steel
physical barriers that are very real
we also put up invisible walls inside of our minds
psychological barriers that keep us in a mental bind
disappointments, failure, illness and pain
emotional barriers that cause us some strain
don't put your faith in the hands of mere men
for mankind will let you down again and again

and when God gave Joshua a most direct and specific command
how to shout down the walls around Jericho and on His word to stand
shout, shout shout, shout the Lord God did say
shout down the walls in your life and trust in God to lead the way


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Legacy

She never forgave him for not giving her his last name or
letting their only child be sold on the auction block.
When she was raped he didn’t hear her screams.
When their second child was taken away he just watched. Then he went away.
She never forgave him once…

He never forgave her once for having the bastard child,
Blonde hair, blue eyes too good for the sun.
How his ears went numb from the wails of her ecstasy.
She was always in their kitchen cookin’ up sumthin’ and
he never forgave her once…

They jumped the broom but never made it over.
Five-hundred years later, things haven’t gotten any better.
She still hasn’t forgetten that he didn’t give her his last name and 
He didn’t forget when she shared a bed with the massa.


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Eruption

The silence eruption
game of survival
rules of nature
explode reminiscences
re-join pieces by trial
should never happen again

Given pace turned green to pale
debt nested in eagle hill
made to offer its golden eggs

Changed its mind in second
when rumor announced
after all its soul goal
keep its golden eggs

Planned the way beyond and above
should have more than own
sake of its unknown future

Raised crops in far away land
new glitter as old overthrown
fought between both 
undeclared who’s unfortunate
became less glitter in nest

Nevertheless its eagerness
disposed its believers
when they aged in its thought
let them face in erruption
cause of undisclosed set of skills

Shattered in minds of its believers
till made themselves belive
find their pieces sacrifice
in evoparating oil


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CRUSADE

I rest my hand, 
upon golden sand 

My glittering sword 
In faith, it has been forged 
for the cross of St George 

Jewelled  rapier and soft silk, 
the men I fight, 
is of that ilk 
They do not see the light 

This battle of idealogical will 
I have had my fill 
For, the paths ,so wide, 
a bitter divide 

For one side must fall, 
to end it all 
But the enemy never does rest, 
spreading it's poison, 
far in to the West 

For this crusade 
for St George 
We cannot fade, 
weapons to forge 
For we must rise, 
defend the faith and the wise 
Go to meet, 
sit at our gods feet 

Now this winged sword I fly 
deep in to the night 
Puts the enemy to flight 
They never give up the fight, 
for they try and try 

I sometimes wonder why 
when I rest my hand 
on soft golden sand 
I hear my heart cry 
That I have seen this all before 
in another time 
another war 

Our lessons never learned 
Our enemy never turned 
Our houses burned 
Our entreaties never returned 

For, if we must, 
send our ideological enemies, 
back to sand and dust 
This is not the only way 
but our enemies are eager for the fray 

My chain mail 
has become chain gun 
This battle,far from won 
We must not fail, 
for our time is not yet done 

I sometimes wonder why 
as I rest my hand , 
upon golden sand 
at this idealogical blunder 


For there are no winners, 
only the dead 
at the battle for the sinners 
Only war, 
No peace,no law 
The enemy will never be enticed 
in to the world of Christ 

I sometimes wonder why 
as I lay my hand 
on this golden sand 
Stifle a cry, 
Is this why we cannot rest 
in the battle between East and West 


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Young Arthur

The castle, there, upon the hill
The realm for all to see
The home of the king, the proud and strong,
One day it shall be me
Here, in the stone, destiny
Awaiting my youthful hand
The people here, they need a king
Am I to rule the land?
Ah, but in a dream, the wizard came
No man I have seen before
He told me of my future there
And all that was in store
He pointed to a table round
To beauty for which I lust
A friendship with a mighty knight
That would end in pure disgust
He showed me things I never had
And the power yet to yield
He told me of Excalibur
And of my mighty shield.
So, on this day, though to beware
My fingers held on tight
And as I stand upon this rock
I will pull with all my might.
For if destiny is to be real
Then I must do as foretold
And I will live in history
With all the kings of old.


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Mind and Rosetta Stone

Whimsical sense
Settle in sand
Reclaim it self

Never thought 
Revolving stone
Mind ourselves


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leaf

looking at the water
i look at this leaf
as it gets hotter
wonder what's underneth

like the leaf falls from the trees
i fall now on my own
as i go now to my knees
the time of life is shown

people say the today of life
is nothing but a strain
i am way too stifled
right now to complain

so as i walk 
i see the leaf
and as i talk
about what's beneth

i sit and i wonder
about what is worth
as i feel the thunder
that was delt with my birth

sorry it burns
the way that it does
no wonder the urns
called my name cuse

it all hurts so badly
and i dont want to leave
but just like the leaf sadly
ive got somthing to achieve


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Mental victoms part I

Arthur was 16 when he entered the system
i could never ask him why
he was too old when i met him
he was on soo many pills
and not very pleasant to talk to
he heard voices
he would sometimes get up and punch someone
but who knows if they deserved it 
or not
after being in a mental institute
from the age of 16 until the day you die
wouldn't you go crazy

the first real guinea pig
i met him
i never cried for him and his pain
but he always wanted to check my shave,
perhaps a victim from some sick war crime
I'll never know

Graham is not from our country
and I've written amnesty international concerning his welfare
they say its not any of their concern
as he wears shackles and chains on a daily basis
and goes to the bathroom in a diaper and eats cold food like sandwiches
because he hits people
mainly his doctor who lies to him
in my opinion
just like the doctor lied to my dad about me trying to bite him,
but i have no proof
just lucky I'm not in chains 
going to the bathroom in a diaper
I know he committed a crime but two years locked in one room
alone with a window curtain opening and closing to spy on you
is enough psychological insanity to inspire mania if you ask me

Andrew was a crack head
and held up some convenience stores for some money
so he could get drugs
now hes been in the funny farm for like twelve years
still trying to get a hold of his next hit
watching his youth disappear
watching his life fade away
jumping through the hoops of a system that holds your freedom above you
that may or may not ever grant it
Andrew ran away
gave it all he got
saw people chained to the wall
people dieing there from the age of 16 for ridiculous crud
and knew they were toying with him
so he ran away
now he on a unit where god only knows 
what mind hell they're putting him through
what rainbows hes swallowing down

Shelley was the meanest woman i had ever met
but it was always worth seeing her smile
don't know haven't figured out if the drugs really helped her
but she was in that place since she was seventeen
and died in a group home from some sickness 
they claim wasn't related to her meds
I'm no fool, the stuff they pump us full of is deadly and toxic
i never made it to Shelly's funeral to see her murderers 
there crying fake tears
for someone they would never really miss


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IN THE WHITE HOUSE

John
William
Henry famed
steel driving man,
no
more
a myth-
leased out from
Virginia's
pen' -
died
on the
railroad line-
buried 'neath the
san'.



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My kayak

kayak cradles in ocean
mercy to explore

winds wash mountains 
drop of waters fed valley
black sand washed in moon
fly in wings of sea turtle
catch flooding lava fits rim

kayak swept as waters roar
nests abating hopes

flaps of dolphins flares
pitch of whales refrain
echo amidst clouds through streams
silence of flowing lava spawn
ashes grew to river under crust
born to a new land till joins all

kayak dreams promise land
all aboard found in stems

wiped sugar cane costly labor
lava is more respectful
swing in terrain flow its dance
heir in blossoms flowers terrain

kayak follows given drift
tender fusion realm alley

current expand lava beneath
sun and moon swirls novou
singing in high tides become one
branches of queen banyan

kayak runs against all odds 
become part of lava runs ocean 

(dedicated to the people of Hawaii)


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IT WAS 1969

In a starlit sky, 
a beautiful moon rose 
I watched it pass by 

I looked upon the earth 
and saw green and blue 

Frosted clouds of white 
Forests  stretched far, 
behind the night 

In the minds' eye 
such vividness 
belongs to you and I 

Where was i? 
Far way 
High in the sky 

It was 1969 
We came back from the moon, 
everything I could see... 
Was all mine 


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MIRACLE BABY

An epic saga in words,deeds and song
Of a man who killed lions,& wore his hair  long;
Samson,a Nazarite when this tale began
The Spirit of the Lord,fell upon him at Dan;
With just a jawbone,a spectacular killing he made
Freeing Judah and ruling for two decades;
But desire, was this Judge's downfall
A lover's  wiles causing him to fall;
He revealed his secret,without due care
Delilah so quickly razored off his hair;
The Philstines bound him with bronzen rope
To God,Samson called out in hope,
And making his final heartfelt plea,
The temple fell down ,for all to see.


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Chivalry

I want to tell of manly men 
and speak of brave bold deeds, 
when stout men battled clime and foe
while mounted on fine steeds, 
fair maidens kept their home and hearth
when they set out to war,
to expand the boundaries of their realm 
win booty and spoils galore,
with manners fine and panoplied 
in their finest suits of arms, 
their baggage trains by squires led, 
lade with trophies jewels and charms,
the martial strains they underwent,
the things they had to bear, 
acted on their noble souls 
and brought them to despair, 
as time progressed and men did too 
the things that they esteemed,
had some how under gone a change 
and weren't what they seemed, 
that pain and death, brutality 
could never be the measure, 
of the greatness of that chivalry 
that great men learned to treasure,
traditions have come down to us 
once used to make men noble, 
when practiced proud and faithfully
make chivalry's realm global, 
those inclined to follow them 
and emulate their ways 
will find a way of living 
the remainder of their days. 

New York City