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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 | Free verse | |

SISTER WARRIOR

Why me dear God in heaven's
Name why me?
Awaiting for a divine answers reply.
Kneeling at the lords sacred altar,
Lit candles flickering all about her
A bowed head in reverences honor.
In prayers hands tenderly cradling her,
Rosary.
She has been blessed by an angel's,
Healing touch.
Realizes not a mightier power stands,
Before her, shielding his lamb from,
 Harms way.
Faith guides this believers soul, 
Homeward unto grace.
She is truly not alone in this fight,
Rekindle a divine spark within,
Rage against the fading light,
And behold of a new dawning.
Humanities loving spirit everlasting,
Its our greatest weapon.
And many hands rest upon,
It's hilt.
Behold the sword of hope 
With it's sharpened edge.
And millions lend their strength
Of will behind it's wielding power. 
We are here my friend, my sister,
Always.
Let this evil shadow pass, give it
No binding power.
Shake off fears disbelief, know,
Sister warrior on this battle field,
Women must fight together. 
 United standing strong,
 Fixed on one single goal survival.
A pink ribbon may represent
The cause,
But within life's circle the
Human touch comforts a
Spiritual soul.
With faith's devotion as her
Guardian’s shield it will carry such
 A brave lady,
Through hells fire and beyond.
Remember your not alone
Against our common enemy
Named Cancer.
One day we will find a cure.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 

 


 


Details | Free verse | |

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

From behind the crimson curtain,
The skylark sings within her
Gilded cage of musical notes,
To please her dark lord and master.
Beauty's prisoner of the forsaken,
She raises her voice in clarity's
Magnificence,
Beneath crystal chandeliers opulence.
As if a bird taking flight within
Harmonies Symphony.
This youthful diva sheds
Her physical shackles, released
By a spiritual reclamation, of liberty's
Beyond her earthly form.
This mistress of song captures
Liberation’s heights, beyond freedoms
Escape, to soar high above the heavens.
She is set free, released within the music itself.
In the mind of the phantom, he plays
Along with the orchestra of the dammed.
A pianist of great renowned, with loves
Sweet melody, is inspired by jealousy’s
Conquest, she is his, always and forever.
The dead’s musicians, play on, with their
Instruments precisely in tune,
A delicate balancing, is each textures
Movement, it is harmony's perfection,
A Graceful sounding, carried across the
Stage of this twisted tragedy.
On destiny's piano the grand master sits,
With his candelabra lit, from loves eternal
Flame of desire.
It's light softly flickering, by gentle winds
Breeze, calling her name, Christine.
Oh angels of mercy, here the meadow lark
Singing, beneath the cobbled streets,
And sawyers chambered walls.
Love's prince does slay the beast,
As fire shatters the opera house, leaving
Nothing but ashes residue behind.
Yet in echoes voice, he screams by nights
Breath, her name once more, he calls unto her,
The phantom of the opera, Christen.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


Details | Lyric | |

A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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


Details | Alliteration | |

THE LAST DAYS

The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
 
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
 
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
 
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
 
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.


Details | Free verse | |

SPIRIT RIDER

Alone figure stands, 
On sunsets rock.
Summers hot breezes brush,
Against bare skins flesh.
Stalking the ageless path.
Behold histories Indian brave, 
Man, and horse intertwined.
Symbiotic beings joined,
They are one.
The spirit rider gallops, 
Across freedoms trail.
Cautiously, allying arrow unto bow,
Aiming swiftly his shot to kill.
Guardian’s raging bull charges,
Forward.
Protectors sacrifice, blood mingles,
Amongst dust clouds aftermath, 
His majesty lies slain.
Dark brown eyes close, 
Glimpsing blue sky for the,
Last time.
Heavens prairies, welcome destiny's,
Honorable foe,
The hunter kneels beside the giant's,
Stilled heart,
Giving thanks, singing chants rise,
Ascending heights greener, 
Pastures unto a higher plain.
It echoes in valleys deep,
Touching the lands of his,
 Fore fathers.
Tonight beneath flames tribal fires,
Rhythms beating drums, gives praise,
Many shall celebrate, feasting,
 In memories tribute,

  BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Merry Band Of Adventurers Part 1 of 2

There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me

The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest

& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers

There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys

There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells  … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted

There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove &  Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search:  For Soup & Treasure-Trove

Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A  Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !

There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay

There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That  Sir Lamoureu Pledge

Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But  She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords

We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman

Part 1  of  2


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


Details | Free verse | |

THE TITANIC

Collisions avalanche, beneath the icy
Waves, of the North Atlantic.
Birthed in the cradled of Belfast,
A maritime giant, became crimsoned,
By champions shattered tradition,
An ironic omen presence to come.
For she bares tragedy’s mark, the name
Given to this colossus,  the titanic.
An aquatic diamond gem, of ocean
Liners, refined and polished for the 
Privileged elite.
A jewel shinning, with a brilliance fire,
No vessel could rival, this grand ladies,
 Opulence.
The unsinkable legend survives even,
From under the brimey fathoms depths.
In the whispering wind echoes, carried
Just above the foam and sprays watery 
Crest, a haunting refrain is spoken,
Ice burg dead ahead.
A sheer ice blade, is driven into the
Hulls breast plate, puncturing the maid
On her maiden voyage.
Death's fiddler plays an eerie tune,
As the screaming chorus sings,
Dooms lullaby, of remorseful regrets,
Of the living dead.
Abandon ship, women and children
First, but life’s greed proceeds protocol,
And man take seats reserved while 
Others are simply left empty.
A once shinning star, is broken now
In two, rivaling in pain, she the
Grand lady, shutters, grasping for
Some hold, but fates evil hand
Pulls her beneath the frozen
Angry sea.
To rest at the bottom of titan's
Kingdom, in a crept mausoleum of
Seaweed, and coral debris.
Yet the Titanic still remains the
Diamond jewel of the seven seas,
Her mystery's beauty, a mystic
Inspiring mankind to solve
The questions that remain,
 Unanswered.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
HISTORICAL


Details | Free verse | |

A RAINY DAY

By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I  make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
 Monthly allotment,
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time. 
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me 
On the right side of 
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Details | Kyrielle | |

Dr Rams Words Are Better Than Gold

 
Exquisite the ravel of his comforting quilt
a pondering notion of wisdom is felt 
I take a sip of his lovely red wine,  
Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine
 
susurrus hymns of love at times
or perhaps lissome words in flowing lines 
silently I sit as his words come to life,
Dr. Rams words are better than gold...........simply divine

o' the words that linger, perhaps burn inside
his heritage, his love, his grand design
I fall in dream into his domain of time,
Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine

a song of one soul
a dance for all, profound 
a story unraveling with pages alive
Dr. Rams words are better than gold.......... simply divine


Details | ABC | |

Battle of the words

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


Love your self...



Details | Rhyme | |

The Shadow with Scizophrenia

I walked upon an empty step,
Where a shadowed body was kept.
The shadow was beat,
Turning as cold as winter sleet.

It had bright blue eyes,
That extended all through the skies.
The shadow was nine,
Living to be blind.

I walked to the figure,
As it would evilly linger.
People would laugh at it,
As it snarled and bit.

The shadow diagnosed with 
schizophrenia,
Beating itself, the others, as if a 
mania. 
No one could reach out,
No one gave it water, as it was in a 
drought.

I was determined to bring its colors,
Be the one to treat it like no other.
The shadow hated me,
Told me Hell is where I should be.

Not giving in,
Not creating one other sin.
I drew it pictures, wrote it letters,
Tried to blossom its feathers.

Then the day came,
When there had to be an end to the 
game.
Not wanting to leave,
Not wanting the devil to its thieve.

As I was bout to walk through the 
door,
The shadow came upon me, on the 
open floor.
Held out his arms,
As I smiled and lowered his alarms.

The shadow had a name,
Brought about with little shame.
The shadow was a boy,
Played with by the devil as if a toy.

I played with fire,
Burning loosely like a run away tire.
But he finally knew I was there,
Someone who was willing to care.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Song Of The Seamen And Their Ship Called Mary Rose

Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves 
She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night and day
With the ocean's heaving gusting squalls blowing off proud stern and mast
Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast
The calm, liquid waters of the sea flowed quietly purple for now-
Unaware of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow 

Her alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the oncoming storm
Impending doom was yelling its cries while the seamen went unwarned
Down below, inside their cabins the seamen peacefully slept
Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept
The oceans black, boiling waves beat savage against starboard and port
As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report

The old wooden beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creak
While the blackened roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet
Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against wailing squalls and gusts
While deep inside the bow in bunks, the sleeping seamen thrust 

Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice cry out 
When the seamen heard his voice -they heard fear without doubt
“Awake, all of ye’ ”,   Captain Noe forcefully roared
“Alive! Awake… all ye’ seaman come quickly up on board”!

The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear
While the brave captain fought - loyal seaman brought up the rear
They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death
As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath 

To save their mighty Mary Rose, they’d dip their very souls in blood 
Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood
With plank and bow standing fierce between them and their fate
The raging ocean’s fierce, blackened waves - the sea they could not hate

The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves
The winds had tamed their violent voice against captain and seaman brave
With unshakable courage and seaman’s wit not once were spirits broke
Each cheered his mate and captain strong as they fought with steady stroke
Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain
Their manly courage did not wane - their fight was not in vain
For all the courageous seamen and their brave Captain Noe
Joined together in hand and spirit to save...their proud Mary Rose 




Details | Free verse | |

THE REBEL

The Hollywood hills still echoes with his 
Rebellious yell, we are the forever young
Generation.
An iconic American symbol, to this the lost
Age of innocence.
Nay did this rebel die without a cause,
I think not, in my humble opinion, he
Died for his desire for speeds acceleration,
In death's ironic twist of fate, James Dean's
Name became immortalized as an epic tragedy,
Of youthful hearts seeking to be wild and free,
Without any consequences.
A teen idol who went out in a blaze of glory, 
Revving His engine hell bound for destiny's,
Rock-n-roll Hall of Fame.
A nation wept in despair mourning for the
Loss of one so young and full of life.
Sorrows children cried in disbelief laying roses,
At his final resting place.
The jukeboxes remained silent with respects,
Reverence, and bikers gave him a rebel send off.
A generation whom believed they were bullet proof,
Realized how human life could be extinguished, 
Within the flash point of on coming head lights.
James Dean's ashes were swept away swallowed,
Whole by time itself.
Now he's nothing but a tarnished star in histories,
Memorabilia case on display for all to see,
And remember, this the first easy rider. 
JFK dream vision illusion of Camelot has faded to gray,
And Elvis now sings in a more heavenly chorus,
In the great beyond.
But before these man took the center stage, another
Walked the thin line of immortality's rebel fighting,
For a cause.
One lone figure rides into the night across freedoms,
Highway, and his name was James Dean.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN







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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


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AVALON

Far beyond mans intrusions, 
A vast hidden world lives on.
An ancient fortress lost amidst,
Historical reference, a faded shade,
Amongst remembrances memory.
Imagination limitless vision, 
Separating conscious truth, 
And make believers legendary
Spree.
Conjuring mystical thoughts,
Simply, Drifting aloft, 
Revealing a forgotten golden age. 
Let castaways adventurers fly away 
Into magics paradise,
As sunshine's rays, flicker amidst 
Mid summers softening light. 
Illuminating forgotten stone gardens, 
Secret courtyards in splendors array.
Rose covered vines, weaving down 
Walled trellises evergreen.
Ruined towers jetting upward, 
Blanketed by thickened mosses
Torrents.
Crystal clear water streams, forth 
Through cupid fountains.
Nesting song birds, sing loves, 
Harmonious music.             
Wooing hearts at winged flight.
Glide without tethers strings, 
Rejoicing carefree, 
Within natures solitude.
Reclining, beside a shaded, 
Willow tree I'm resting,
Completely to mine ease.
Watching clouds placing,
Ideally, 
By as dusken stars.
Pass beneath nights, 
Blackening sky’s.
Knowing at last the beauty, 
That is Avalon.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


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Mystery Poet

Mystery poet has written words
That stand my world on end 
She's breathing life through every verse
And smiling through her pen

She makes me wonder what she does
How can such words be made? 
How can she so infatuate 
With just a single page 

Her gorgeous eyes have seen the world
From a refreshing point of view 
She opened up her soul 
And it was there I was subdued 

How did you get here mystery poet
And what will heaven do
When roll call has been taken 
And they see they're missing you 

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos 



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BROTHER'S OF THE WIND

Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land, 
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck, 
Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another.
The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow,  seeking
Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights
Gleeful pleasure, until his companion’s kindred, catch up with
Him and pick on him later.
Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates,
Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's
Outcasts, to conventional reality.
Mother nature's wild children of the untamed,
Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in
One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor
Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight.
Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond
Human reproach, except unto one another calling,
Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers
Extraordinaire.
Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim,
Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles,
Than free falling towards the earth beneath.
Gliding dare devils challenging the open air,
Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination’s
Boundaries without fail.  
At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto
Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time
To finally rest.
Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous
Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave
Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come,
On the marrow's sunrise.
Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled
Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with
Raw power's force,  using it's strength as if a game at play,
These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within
This realm of imagery.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





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Freedom within Me

I know some brothers who would never see the streets again.  But then
again......"they are still free.."  I seen a lion in a cage at the Zoo, and he
had a sad look upon his face.  Capture from his environment and then
his anger is much to the roar of his raged.  But if one is not careful, the enemy will
steal your joy and lock your mind as well as your Spirit into such a rage of
indignation that it will make you feel consume to a cage.  "They are still free.."
Animals unlike humans have an objective desire to feel free, so they can roam
and expose themselves in their habitant and be free, and survive off the land,
the land where God privileged is purity and where civilization is his creative app-
roached of Vanity.  
"Let Freedom Ring," and if one take within the fallable cauces of the value of love
and survived the punishment of time.  "Then only for a little while one will domin-
ance over the viles of their crimes and still be______Free.."  {for} GOD knows the
inside of your souls, He knows why the birds flies south to escape the frozen tun-
tra of the nothern shores.  "They have ascertain a course of nature and rest on a
branch of the tree..{!!}.."  "They are still free."
But do you or I...inmates as they call-out and shout your name in an attempt to
make you feel like you're never to return.  Some are litino's, some are mexicans,
Indians and blacks or whites, doing a mandatory ten, but still lockup, for life is
hard in the pen and if it excells you to self-esteem yourself, "count it to the good
as a lesson learned..(??).."  Because deep in the very pit of me, beats the inner
roar   "Freedom Within Me'like the cageup lion and I could never be free if i make my home and ly alone
with that which now controls thee.  Stand to your feets, and show that you are strong
and have Hope.


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The Universal Man

I shall live and die By my own accord Only my God may judge me To him I've proved my worth I am still here fighting It matters not what for On my ship of righteousness Headed for waters unexplored The clear night sky will darken And the clouds seem ominous I take heed to the sure signs From them I won't digress They are in the way of my dreams And hopes that fill my sails Like the wind from my heaven Keeps my skin tough as nails Evil comes to tempt me I am not immune Sometimes I play the hero Other times I'm just a fool Either way the choice is mine I make it with my free will For that's the gift he gave me And for what I fight for still The government is coming To bring a chaos they call order The line has been drawn Between two sides there is a border I feel myself being torn To choose a fate in stone Let this be a lesson Why I wander on my own Minds can be controlled I see it every day The weak wills fall like dominos That lie littering my way An obstacle before me I iron will it to the end And when the devil comes to dance with me I have already started to transcend into everything around I am the universal man my true form I shall disguise I am hiding it from this great Satan they say will come for my demise I know he will find me maybe he already has in a long gone nightmare that my soul he stole at last if I remember correctly I can't say I recall ever escaping his grip or did it ever touch me at all?


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THE FORBIDDEN GARDEN

In the land of the rising sun, lies a sacred garden,
It has but one care taker, a maiden of mystery,
Hidden beneath a mask of ivory white,  
And dressed In beautiful silken robes.
Tall pillars shine, beneath the dawn's first rays
Of light, kneeling in prayer, a beautiful ancient
Mistress gives thanks, for another days worth of life.
Appeased by her eternal devotion, heaven sends a
Gentle rain shower of crimson cherry blossoms
From above.
Blessing this child of tradition, a rare Japanese rose,
Grows here behind earthen temple walls, built thick,
 In these oriental gardens.
So delicate a flower is she,  in each qualities 
Perfection lies a  singular petal, tenderly.
Shinning in brilliance golden light.
Admiration's ancestors smile, with honors pride,
To behold thus creature of opulence’s graceful
Design, purities magnificent porcelain angel,
Known as the Geisha.
Enchantment's seductress, casting mysteries 
Spell of the forbidden orient, upon the 
Unsuspecting out landers. 
With each exotic motion's movement, 
She the seducer, weaves a magical spell of
Enchantment, until this stranger, completely 
Falls under passions web of intrigue.
In isolation's paradise many souls are 
As prisoners of loves captivity, within this garden,
Of greatest beauty and harmony.
At sunsets melting into the distant horizon,
A haunting melody is played, and sung,
It is the Geisha's lullaby,  a soft whispers,
Good night to the sun, and welcoming the
Lord of the night, to peacefully enter, her sacred
Gardens enchanted realm.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


  




  



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DANCING GYPSIES OF THE MISTS

Sisters of nature, gathered hand an hand, 
Finger tip to finger tip, as the goblets
Are filled high, and thus passed 
Amongst one another.
Nymphs of the evergreen wild, celebrating
The springs rebirth, listen to the drumming beat, 
Of seasonal change, it plays in perfect harmony,
With the earth's eternal motion.
Graceful steps of eloquence, lightly placed
To the rhythmic under tones, a seductive
Enchanted spell, weaved with gestures
Exotic mischief, by promises unspoken
Implied meaning.
Teasing virgins of sacred beauty's 
Renowned, unveiling each temptation
Hidden desire, yet it is nay unconquerable.
For these maiden's are the gypsies of
The mists, the untouchable, protected
By the Gods themselves.
Muses for inspiration, delicate spirits
Of pure joy, never knowing the heart
Aches of the mortal soul, regrets shadow
Lies beyond their realm, of this dance. 
Forbidden fruits of a lustful harvest,
 These the loveliest of pleasures maidens,
In a Grecian garden.
On the white topped peaks of the Gods, 
A blessings bouquet is lain to feast, in 
Honor such a magnificent vision to behold.
From above the deities toss golden bands,
To adorn these ladies wrists, and ankles,
A fitting tributes treasure to bestow, for
Such grace and elegance.
Hear the rustling winds blowing,
The echoing voices chanting,
Than feel do you not the silences
 Stillness.
They've gone again, into the thinness,
Of air from which they came, these ancient
Spiritual phantoms of the past.
Until the seasons call unto them once more,
Come it is time to dance, gypsies of the mists.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



 



 


 



 


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Crying Hosanna

Americans love the day of Easter for all its pageantry
the Sunday outfits, the fancy hats and the chocolate candy
but Christians love Easter for what it truly represents
it's the Resurrection day of Jesus the Christ our salvation present
it's a time to reap the benefits for the victory we won
when high on a cross at Mt. Calvary a sacrifice was done

yet many forget the significance of the Sunday of the Palms
when on an untamed colt Jesus the Christ rode in on
humbly riding on the back of a service domestic beast
He came to serve, support and sacrifice for the least
God had need of that donkey at that appointed hour
like He has need of each of us to be the manifestation of His power
God will use anything when it comes to achieving His goals
be it a person, place or thing it's He who is in control

to serve God's purpose that is our true mission in life
to do whatever He requires of us in the name of  Jesus the Christ
but more often than not we're tied up with earthly things
but God will find the means to cut away those binding strings
God will send something or someone to help you break free
just have the spirit of discernment that it's not coming from the Adversary

now those who witnessed Jesus' triumphant display
laid clothing and leaves of palm on the ground to pave His way
crying Hosanna to the highest blessed is He
the Son of Man who came to give us life abundantly
stripping off their mantles and cloaks of society
laying bare their faith for all the world to see
trusting and receiving
in the Messiah they're believing 
crying Hosanna, Hosanna blessed is He
the Prince of Peace who came to serve and save you and me




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MY EXTENDED VERSION OF '' MY CONDENSED PRAYER '' by britt

She prays; gods halo again brightly creeping from underneath the shadowed covers of comfort. Slowly awakening her blissful HEArT re*collabrated and re*juvinated to start the day quietly tip-toed inside  her peaceful home. A plantation thats shown to be told,firmly planted is all she'll ever know, thank you god my almighty straight to the LION'S den's mouth, as her heart is poured out in extreme greatness. She announced her DOGS EYE is not in pain anymore. So Thank You god for you are my only GOD!!!! You've engaged this HEArT strongly SHAPPED, I do love me; and the WOMAN I have become. In these last few weeks she has learned GENUINE SOULS do care like you, as parents we will keep her fruitful n' clothed. She'll learn that LOVE IS: more powerful then anything imaginable as you have, you image this world through a precious eye;(my DOG) across the sky in colorful RAE'S of skittles I can taste the RAINBOW... COLLABRATING IN THE CLOUDS... Watching SUN~SET DAWN DOWN fast asleep holding on to those DREAMS along side my dog. Teaching everyone to LOVE with/out SELFishness, just against GRACE For her HEART Is BIGGER Than the UNIVERSE.... As she chooses FREE~WILL!!!!!!
WILLINGLY!!! I Know now her Entire FAMILY HouseHold is in good HEALTH, SAFEly hidden from DANGER N' HARM,and has had A Peacful nights rest beside the warm fire I will lay;as she closes her eyes during nights break.

I LOVE YOU GOD FOR ALL YOu DO N' SHOW!!!

Written by: Carma SWEETHEART; and
Ravonne Jus MAD (BRITTANY CALDWELL)

06-21-12.          Thank you BRITTANY for letting me do this I am truly honored*ENJOY!!! ;D


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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


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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


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Tishmandu

Tishmandu
 
My eyes can see
That the sand is like sea
And it stretches to the end of my mind
On a ship set to sail
with four legs and a tail
Tishmandu I set out to find
 
Now the wind is of sand
and can lend a hand
in tearing the flesh from your bone
So your head you keep wrapped
your snaps keep snapped
and you never travel alone
 
The heat at midday
is to kill and waylay
if the body and soul are not one
So you pray to the east
and prepare for slim feast
begging passage under full sun
 
Caravan of the seed
born on camels that breed
in an endless march between wells
Over lost count of dunes
under God and full moons
blessing passage with incense and bells
 
At the end of the day
when gold turns to grey
and the stars brighten the skies
A device is brought forth 
to determine true north
and the path where Tishmandu lies
 
On the fortieth morn
pressing lips to the horn
a signal beckons us wake
Leaving water behind
on a course now refined
the final leagues we must take
 
Tishmandu is a place
where a white mans face
has never been seen or allowed
But the people have need
and my service agreed
in a land under sky without cloud
 
Like feathers of blue
in the distance I view
the flags on top of the walls
Though my limbs are worn
my very fabric is torn
I move towards Tishmandu halls
 
At last in the shade
a walled shelter is bade
I meet with the maker of rules
A service I bring
but to rules I must cling
or a tortures price must be paid
 
Twenty days and seven
in the passes of heaven
I treated the sick and the lame
With rules on my mind
the medicines I grind
The devil of Tish for to tame

As I washed the sick
and avoided blunt stick
the God of the desert did smile
For the people made well
in this fortified hell
where spirit is subject to trial
 
In the end I am paid
for the journey I made
and the healing and medicine new
On my camel back
salted meats in my pack
I Bid farewell to Tishmandu
 
RAMA, Ink


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raised from the dead

three women with points on their licenses to the tomb of Jesus they ventured
as they had a love for our Savior that was totally uncensored
they were told that the Roman soldiers over His tomb were standing guard
but they had a need to consecrate His body that compelled them to do their part
it was risky and unreasonable in the minds of most
but man's reasoning has no value when it comes to our Heavenly Host
to do the impossible that is what they desired
and with the power of the Holy Spirit they were then inspired
to walk by faith and not by sight guided by God's spiritual light

and when those women got to the tomb they then discovered 
that the sepulcher of Jesus was now uncovered
no Roman soldiers were in sight 
just an Angel of God wearing raiment snow white
"fear not" the Angel said, for the prophecy has been fulfilled
the Messiah  Jesus has risen from the dead for it is God's will
the mighty stone had been rolled away
it was a bold godly display

do you know that God will roll away any stone that impedes your life?
as He rolled away the stone at the tomb of His beloved Son Jesus the Christ
to be raised from the death of corruption and sin
restored, renewed, revived and born again
raised up from societal barriers of destruction
now a new creation in Christ's gospel production
the Lord desires that we live abundantly
and to walk with the power of His authority
so never forget the sacrifice and the blood that was shed
when Jesus the Christ by the hand of God was raised from the dead


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For What's Worth Breathing


Look at me
I am the life in a wasteland

Look at me
I am the slavery through the ages

Look at me
I am the mirror of the world

Look at me
I am the illusion I’ve fought for

Look at me
I’m still loving you

and I keep being here

for you, for me,
and for what’s worth breathing


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HONOURABLE NATTY DREAD

FROM OUT OF THIS EARTH, IN EVERY GENERATION
MUST ARISE A MIGHTY PROPHET...
SO DON'T YOU HAVE NO FEAR, YOU HAVE DONE YOUR SHARE, YOU ARE THE HONOURABLE
NATTY DREAD.

YOU BROUGHT US OUT FROM IGNORANCE,
AND FOR THIS WE WILL THANK YOU HONESTLY.
ALTHOUGH WE KNOW THAT IT WAS WRITTEN IN THE BIBLE THAT MANY WOULD BE
CALLED,BUT ONLY FEW OF THEM WOULD BE CHOOSEN. 

ROBERT NESTA MARLEY, HE LIVED HIS LIFE FOR WE.
AND NOW WE HAVE GROWN, WE ARE THE SEEDS HE HAS SHOW, TILLED BY HIS IMPERIAL
MAGESTY. 
OH BROTHER BOB YOU WERE ONE.
YOU WORKED FROM DAWN TILL DAWN.
NOW IN THE PHYSICAL YOU HAVWE GONE, BUT IN THE SPIRIT YOU WILL CARRY ON,
THE WORKS OF MARCUS GARVEY.(CHORUS)

NOW BOB ARISE,
OPEN THY EYES.
BECAUSE WE WANT YOU TO KNOW, I 'n' I HAVE DISCOVERED YOUR FOE,
TRAMPLED BENEATH THY FEET.

SO IF YOUR TRODDING IN A STREET, 
OR IN A HIGH MOUNTAIN.
DON'T YOU HAVE NO SHAME, 
REGGAE MUSIC HAS BROUGHT YOU FAME, 
YOU ARE THE HONOURABLE NATTY DREAD.

(C)1982, 1996, 2006 ALBERT WILLIAMS


Details | Ode | |

' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee


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The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








Details | Ballad | |

CIRCLES OF EAGLES

On sunlit wings 
I travelled 
High above the earth, 
in the realm of spiritual beings 

Mighty mountains 
and cool streams 
Azure oceans 
I live my dreams 
I live my emotions 

I am but a feather, 
beginning to fly 
My body 
My heart, 
carried high 

Clouds of purest snow 
Golden sun 
I passed below 

Another day, 
in the blue 
You could have it too 
Come up if you may 

Circles of eagles, 
in the blue 
You are all with me too 
High above, 
clouds of purest snow 
Together we flew 

Such love, 
in such golden light 
Circles of eagles, 
above clouds of purest white 

The higher I flew 
I met people I lost too 
My father, 
wings aglow 
Beside me, 
golden bright 
Circles of eagles 
High in the light 

A spiritual place, 
high above 
Touching space 
Such love, 
in golden light 
Circles of eagles, 
in flight 


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Podium Monarch

The brilliant propagator spoke in rhyme carrying my mind back in time in awe this 
master-orator captivates me ecstatic and frenzied hypnotic and mesmerizing 
absolutely astonishing. His authentic rhetoric could persuade the masses a 
genius and intellectual spectacle, impeccable words that rattle my nerves 
charismatic qualities preferred ambitious he conquered my sense clever and 
constant prophetic and uncanny. Deliverer of outstanding effects undoubtedly a 
shrill diction none the less, a repetitious tongue he used to arise emotion and 
manipulate devotion his dramatic performance would manifest power to the 
point of spiritual rhythm.The psyche of such a speaker a ruler not a pleader with 
such anguish he reached out to his awed audience and wiped away any 
negative faculties still burning inside them. This mere man is intoxicating the 
reciprocal respect between he and his listeners leaves them numb and 
overwhelmed an honor greatly upheld. Superlative speeches with tremendous 
will a concept unreal but to his followers a thrill, fanatical man of words on 
educated grounds his legacy is bound decorations of noble peace is with in his 
reach. Paramount of virtue in the mind of this modest man a gift to our time.


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War

From the beginning of this life,
Man somehow knows that he is at war.
From childhood games, to stories of the imagination.
We are aware of a conflict, a glorious conflict.
Long ago, a dragon was cast down from light.
And his fall upset the fabric of the universe.
What once lived eternal now stood imprisoned in cycles of death and decay and 
all of creation mourned.
But from the darkness, God’s champion.
The Holy One of light, Made man in his image.
Chosen from the beginning of time, to fight for our Creator and return peace to 
the cosmos.
We were grafted as warriors and it was our destiny to ride victorious.
In the bosom of God, we were created by the expert hands of the Maestro and 
were given all things.
But the snake deceived us, and we fell.
Yet the Snake himself was fooled, for in our weakness God would find strength.
In the fall of man, so too would he find his destiny.
To ride with God victorious and set creation back in light.
We God’s glorious symphony, Ordained in Eternity to reign with him forever.
For many years we wandered in darkness, longing to regain our birthright.
The snake had made us his slaves, and perverted our hearts to death.
We, God’s warriors of light, were turned to darkness.
And for millennia we warred against each other for scraps of pleasure,
Like dogs we served the Dragon, all the time blind to our Destiny.
But our Champion, the Lion of Judah, Saw us and had pity.
He came to suffer at his own hand, and take on his own wrath so that we once 
again might rise.
And now the truth is ours, for he has already claimed the victory.
We, God’s anointed, chosen in light yet deceived into warring against one 
another.
The Lamb has saved us, and it is time for us to take our rightful place in 
Celebration of his crowning.
Jews, Muslims, Siks, Suphis, Hindus, Buddhists, Christians, Atheists, and 
Agnostics too.
It is our time for the Lamb prepared a place for us in his army of victory ever 
lasting.
The time is now.
The time is ours.
So grab your sword and ride to victory!




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Our Lords Plight

This poem covers the greatest story ever told
Greater than all the kings and all their gold
This story will bring about deep reflection
Starting with the Immaculate Conception
Of all the stories this is the greatest of all
A complex child born in a simple stall
Quickly the news covered the land
A virgin would be Gods right hand
Inside of her womb a God to a son
Imagine this story has just begun
Everyone knew this child was born to design
Just open your heart and look for the sign
 Harrod was driven by fear of not being so great
The first-born son was Harrods fate
Jesus escaped the King and awaited the call
To become the greatest glory of all
This is my master this is our Lord
He is the wielder and we are the sword
He chose his disciples of simple men
Hear tell one was straight out of the pen
The Pharisees called on Pilot the king
At the end he said, “I wash my hands of this thing”
I wonder if when Pilot stepped up to the gate
Jesus washed his hands to seal Pilots fate
Or if he opened his arms to welcome him in
Forgiving Pilot of all of his sins
We took our Lord then nailed him to the cross
As far as humanity that was our greatest loss
But through all the loss just look at the gain
Bought by our Lord through sacrifice and pain
Over 2000 years after this child was born
He came to the prison to make my heart warm
Gave me a gift then our Lord set me free
I reckon the rest would be up to me
As you dress up the tree and hang up the lights
Think of the story of our Lords plight








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A Simply Fallen Angel

A simply fallen angel. 
Who ventured to far from home. 
She's been captured, bound, and stolen now.
Encased in precious stones.

She wept, slept and kept herself.
Away from worldly wrongs.
In a place of simple loneliness. 
A place of simple song. 

And Our simply fallen angel. 
Who just won't believe. 
I'm a lost ghostwell gathering. 
Or treasure tossed out to sea.
Fallen to a pirate band. 
Then recorded to CD. 
As a simple song of simple hopes. 
Of shining stars thought telescopes.
As hidden light behind the notes.
The music hides from man. 

But as light flies from gem to gem.
You'll hear her holy singing voice. 
And see her holy sin. 

But she has found beauty in this life yet.
As she heard a song and could not forget.
That man she met on Sixth Avenue. 
Who forgot the world and sung the truth.

And on the spawning dawn of judgment day.
You'll hear them in the wind. 
With their simple song of loneliness. 
And their simple song of sin.


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WORLD OF WHITE AND BLUE

Sea of blue, 
crags of white, 
bitter wind, 
majestic sight 

For this is world of white 
and blue 
white mountains of ice, 
blue sea salty and true 

midnight sun on icy wastes, 
cool reflected light, 
pristine wilderness, 
not to everyone's taste 

Stark white cold, 
wind eroded columns of ice 
roar of wind 
roar of sky 

Icebergs scattered in the blue 
raw wind strips me bare, 
the environment does not care.... 
about you. 

Sea,sky and ice, 
nature's freezing cocktail, 
untameable wilderness, 
man cannot sacrifice. 

Pure elements, 
to touch the senses 

Inhospitable sea,sky and ice, 
its very extremes, 
to prevent men of this world 
carrying out their dreams 

Pure cold energy roaring, 
with bitter intent, 
gulls soaring, 
men......spent 

Nature's cold refuge, 
from man and his dreams. 
White armour protects,temperature deflects, 
man's subterfuge 

white mountain, 
white water, 
white wind 

Blue sea, 
blue sky, 
blue wind 
world of white and blue 


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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.


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Twirl The World

 Back in the mind of times
 See it for what I find
 Twirl the world 
 While it spins I can twirl the world
 I'm bringing back the old days
 Seeing these brutal type ways
 Twirl the world
 While it spins I can twirl the world

 I can see my future 
 Standing alive
 Walking amongst deadly ways
 And yet I still thrive
 My message is very clear
 From beginning to end
 Enemies and foes amongst me
 Yet who is my friend
 God told me not to worry
 In time I will tell
 All that you need to know
 To do things well
 The key is very simple
 Nothing in life comes for free
 Determination is what I find
 In this mystery
 I have got my head in the clouds
 So time will not pass me by
 Wondering what I need
 But if I would only try
 Where I am going from here
 Nobody really knows
 I guess I will try to keep it simple
 In my next tomorrow

  Back in the mind of times
 See it for what I find
 Twirl the world 
 While it spins I can twirl the world
 I am bringing back the old days
 Seeing these brutal type ways
 Twirl the world
 While it spins I can twirl the world
 
 I am standing in the midst of a sea clear, bright, and blue
 I am looking for somebody
 But I do not know who
 I need answers to solve daily problems
 So I go to the man
 Who keeps the world revolving
 If I am in Him
 And He is in me
 A crucial door just opened
 So now I can see
 I am on the outside and still looking in
 Praying for answers daily in this battle I win
 The war will be over soon
 But I will still enjoy time of peace
 Knowing it starts within me
 To keep my mind at ease
 So go on and put the globe down
 On my finger let it spin
 And that is the very message 
 That I have to send
 So that everyone will know
 Who is in control
 As the story unfolds
 In the hand God holds

  Back in the mind of times
 See it for what I find
 Twirl the world
 While it spins I can twirl the world
 I am bringing back the old days
 Seeing these brutal type ways
 Twirl the world 
 While it spins I can twirl the world
 I can twirl the world
 While it spins I can twirl the world


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DESTINED FOR GREATNESS

for such a time as this of political upheaval and economic uncertainty
how does anyone go about determining what is their God-given destiny?
what is our purpose in the grand scheme of God's desires?
what is it from us that the Lord Our God requires?

God gave each of us life for a reason
and will call upon each of us in due season
there will be some sacrificing and moving out of comfort zones
just remember that whatever God asks of you, you won't have to do it alone
for the battle is not just yours it also belongs to the Lord
and God won't let you write a check that you cannot afford

God will move you to a place and then give you an obstacle to overcome
but through Jesus you have the victory so consider the battle won
just trust in God to give you all that you will need
so that His set purpose for your life will come to seed

like Queen Esther, Harriet Tubman, Margaret Sanger and Rosa Parks
women destined for greatness who were beacons in society's dark
they did what was necessary for the greater good
to put the needs of others before their own as we all should
they stood up and confronted the so-called powers that be
in righteous indignation in order to save humanity

so let God position you where you'll prosper and be strong
and then use you as a vessel to make right a wrong
it might not make much sense to you and you might even disagree
but God knows what's best when it comes to determining your destiny

so just say yes to any and all that of you God does ask
and believe unconditionally that He'll equip you for the task
and as long as you remain resilient in your resolve
between you and God the situation will get solved

destined for greatness as mothers, mentors, lawyers or teachers
destined for greatness as activists, doctors, scientists or preachers
it matters not the capacity nor the career for you that God did choose
we're women destined for greatness and as children of God we cannot lose


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I Blame Cupid

Cupids arrows
Must be dipped in poison,
Because I thought hearts were meant to beat,
Not to be broken

In the beginning i was in love
And thought it was all meant to be, 
Just me and him, in harmony.

I was going to walk away, 
But I decided to give him one last try
Then he hit me, with his solomn goodbye.

Cupid, you aren't always right.
The choices you make
Can backfire and turn love into hate.

Its not anything new to me, 
My life has always been filled
With suffering and pain.
But this time its not my fault, 
Cupid's the one to blame.


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If the Lord Be Willing

If The Lord be willing,
Well so then I am too!
I’ll be sending out His healing,
Some for Him and some for you!

If the Lord be willing,
Well then I’m thrilling!
I’ll be sending out a clue.
One is yellow and one is blue.

If the Lord be willing,
Then I’ll be chilling!
Well bent on kneeling,
Atop of His own ceiling!

And that will just have to make my perfect due!
Because He came through me just to get to you!
 
 


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He Loved You

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

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

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


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


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And Then

And Then…

My work finished
     I glanced back at the clock
Ah… The Witching Hour
     Hung heavy on the next tock
My thoughts raced back
     To childhood days
          To scary stories
               Round campfires haze
                    To daunting dares
                         In dark woods maze
               And then… It caught my eye

A phantom shape
     That just moments before
Had been shadows tossed
     Twixt the walls and floor
And I admit
     Twas’ dimly lit
          Random shapes
               In chances knit
                    Poorly viewed
                         From where I sit
               And then… I saw it move

Just then I thought
     Tis’ time to trust and pray
And steady my hearts resolve
     Should this be the reckoning day
And then I swear
     The room grew cold
          Events purpose
               Moved to unfold
                    My chest I clutched
                         My soul to hold
               And then… I heard it speak

“Time is at hand”
     And those words comforted it seemed
And my God in a timeless moment
     I became one with all I’d dreamed
Tis’ certain this
     Event of page
          Will visit all
               Upon life’s stage
                    Fully quenching
                         Life’s burning rage
               And then…


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We Lost More Than a Dad

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

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

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

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

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


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Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


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The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


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Cookies

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


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My Candle- Light Shines On You

                           An
                       Internal~
                    Flame Flicks
                    During Every
                     Break You,
                       Breathe.
               For Your Words Are
             Not Callous, But Chary
             And STUNNING To Me..
            With~Out This LIGHT Of
            Fire That Burns Through,
         Your Eyes: LIFE Would Have
         "NO MEANING" Above Mine...
           So I Ask Keep This Flame 
             Alive For It Will "NEVER" 
         Skip A Beat, As I Shall COM~
         Ply To Your Every COMMAND 
         Of TRUTH; Where My Candle~ 
 Light Burns BRIGHT, Just For YOU Among 
 Poetry N' Our  Love..Ever~Lasting TRIBUTE
                  That    " IMPRINTS "
                     US ALWAyS!!!!



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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 30


Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 30
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.


Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 30



The sin does not die O’ Lord,
By killing the sinners of society,
Sinfulness will continue to live,
In multifarious ways and colors.

Why not, hate sin O Lord,
Instead of hating the sinner,
Wisdom has taught us all,
This simple lesson, O dear Lord.

The body of my most dear husband,
Will soon be consumed by flames,
And my widowhood would then appear,
How then your boon would prove true. 

Ravindra
Kanpur India 2nd June  2012
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Lambs, Sheep and Shepherds

Lambs, Listen, Learn
Earthly, Existence, Error
Desires, Drive’s, Death
Slaughtered, Senseless, Sacrifice 

Savior, Sheep, Sent
Heaven’s, Helper, Healing
Always, Asking, Ascension
Rightful, Repented, Reborn

Solider, Saint, Shepherd
Warring, Willing, Watching
Openly, Offer, Obedience
Truthfully, Trust, Teacher    


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EPIC and IRONY

Life is epiphanic.


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A Written Soldiers Fight

A supreme soldier walks truly alone in the depths of night
he is soft spoken from a life of being so hard that he was stoned until his eyes filled red bloodshot in his sight
he notices what he once thought to be? Was wrong and very far from right
So he asks God for forgiveness from his very own darkness that it may to like his Redemption be shone upon his lost light
He knows its no longer about the bullets in this battle for it is the words in his very own Mind that will matter most in this life among death upon a written soldier's fight.....


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Becoming Something More

Into dream, unto life 
To love and then, back again
What shall be discover

It’s the yearning 
For beyond 
The unknowing amid next to other

And when I do partake
I reach further 
Over bridges into another

Thus, for me, I am never ending
Always wading in
To shores upon beginning

Sensing each of nuisance 
And its unrelenting offer

So I am…
Able to love, to live 
And to dream abound

Past the last of moments 
That time has stored

Being me 
And…
Becoming something more


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 28


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 28
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 28


How the destruction would ever be,
Compensated by construction,
And how the loss of entire creation,
Would be restored to its origin.

Sensuously generated consciousness,
Is keeping everyone, active,
Keeping it it's mighty womb,
The unique power of Almighty.

Under the umbrella of attachment,
Love and delusion flourish, O Lord,
They acts in the life of man,
As the God's protector of manliness.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 21st May 2012

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Brown Eyes

Brown eyes that matched her hair
Sad and unhappy as she stood there
Waiting for her love to return, maybe yes
maybe never, only time will tell
Such sad brown eyes that matched her hair
Tied from behind in the most romantic way
Head slightly tilted gazing down in despair
Looking, but not looking staring into space
Memories, dancing inside her head
As she spoke silently “He promised to return” 
Talking to herself said… “I had to believe
What am I to do this is just my grief”
Time is just a lie man invented it to be wise
When two lovers are together
It doesn’t need Einstein.
He gave such a wonderful love
Love only known to a lonely heart
For what is life if not with him, I prefer to die.
Fool I am to think he will return
He’s been gone so long maybe minutes
maybe days.


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CREATION

CREATION


Once upon a time, the Lord of spiritual consciousness
Was sitting peacefully on His blissful throne 
Ceaselessly contemplating upon His equilibrium
T’ was the era of no moon, no sun, no stars, no earth, 
No oceans, no rivers
Just a motionless, timeless and deathless entity it was
Happy with His existence  

Suddenly the thought of sacred motion was felt
Deep down in his essence
Seeking the chaos to be stirred 
From its core outwardly
Consequently separating the light from the darkness and
All the other elements that constitute the Cosmos
Thus giving birth immediately to old mighty time

When Time: This wizard of celestial art found himself alive
His expert hands stretched in advance, wanting to create
For that the plastic energy he took, that was everywhere around
And skillfully and patiently the Cosmos carved according to the Logos
Creating thus, the nebulae, the galaxies, the stars and all the other planets.

Then God looked at times creation and marveled with its beauty
But as there was no life to be seen in all of this creation
The thought of desire was born in God to inhabit every place
For that out of himself he cut myriads of blazing souls
Which like shooting stars he sent downwards to animate nature,

That was the way the souls beamed to manifestation’s cosmic sphere
Radiating their luminosity to reality’s lower planes  
Bringing with them the sacred principles to denser forms of life
As they were passing from the spiritual, the mental and the astral
And finally materializing, themselves on the physical solid plane
Where life began on earth, with God’s will and grace!

©Demetrios Trifiatis
    14 January 2013


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My Cousin Alf

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





My cousin  Alf.

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

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

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

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

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

Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.


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The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 11


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 11
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’


Influenced by love, where man,
Resides with human attraction,
Keeping always happy and merry,
For the common good of man.

The Earth have become a family,
Of all living beings on it,
Enjoying life, as their wish,
On every part of the Earth.

The Struggle between Gods and God’s Power

By prayer to Goddess of power,
He begged delusion of Nature,
And demanded an enchanting season,
From the vernal Goddess of spring.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 02nd May 2012
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A Bitter Brew

Outside, there is a small trail
and  six steps 
separating me from those that pass on by,

Impossible, to hide, behind my ruby house coat
and synthetic flavoured...  
bitterly savoured, morning coffee

An old man walks by,
paced, in slow - rhythmic strides
in order to balance three bags
his aluminum collection

Toes, emerging from the tips of his tattered shoes,

As he spies me
we engage in observations

He is courteous, as he desists,
lowers, his head in his travels,
continues to descend down the hill
around the corner of my house,
heat scorching
 
This morning, 
all I can hope for

Is that he does not rip my garbage apart.


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Peppermint Pigs

Peppermint Pigs

They come and go uncalled and bold
beseech in souls folklore redemption
demand and hide in pig deception, 
conglomerate a sinful mold.

Like flying pigs odd worlds in clouds, 
deceived dream songs called for and posed, 
called for and posed in heavens closed, 
with other lives assessed in shrouds.

Abstemious were our lives in caves, 
stars' overreach, offered pigs' lifts, 
peppermint's scent in festal drinks, 
with purgatory beat death's raves.

Verse cadence words will fit to share, 
will fit to share the pulse we send, 
our heart beats abstractly defend, 
peppermint pigs that were ensnared.

© 12-13-2012, G.V., All Rights Reserved

(Credit for the title "Peppermint Pigs" offered to Cockteau Twins and Elizabeth Fraser.)


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Incineration of Love God Madan ( Cupid ) 29
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 29



Will You feel contented O’ Lord,
By destroying thine own power,
Created by your own delusion,
Hiding in it, the sweet consciousness.

You have just blessed life, O' Lord,
To my lovely dear husband,
How it will ever prove true,
Ponder over this, O' Almighty God.

The fire of anger is burning,
The form of my poor husband,
How my widowhood can be stopped,
If Your mercy does not protect him Lord.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 1st June 2012
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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 25


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 25
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 25


He robbed the auspicious honor,
Of so many innocent women,
His deeds are destroying
His very existence now.

Rati* said he performed his duty,
Given by his creator, Maya,
In performing of which, he,
Is being burnt by you, O dear Lord.

He was only fulfilling the wishes of Maya,
And is being punished for that,
He only performed his given task,
Like a loyal servant, O dear Lord.

Ravindra 
Kanpur India 16th May 2012

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Rati*- wife of Kamdeo or Madan ( Cupid) as per Indian mythology.


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 17


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 17
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.


Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’17

Remaining unintelligent beings,
Are governed by instincts,
They cannot be destroyed,
By the mad passion of Cupid.

But man achieved intelligent,
With super life of creature,
Has also acquired powers,
Which made him super being.

Influenced by delusion,
The creator of sins,
Would become mad with passion,
To get perished totally.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 8th May 2012.

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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 22


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 22
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 22


Heat expanded thus released,
On the entire lovely Earth,
Terrifying all creatures,
Fearing creation’s dissolution.

Showing how powerful, the man is,
Next to almighty on Earth,
Able to build or destroy,
Influenced by senses or wisdom.

The Sun stopped its motion,
Amazed by the happening,
It appeared as if, the Earth was,
Going to descend in pieces.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 12th May 2012

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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





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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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Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 26

Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 26

Madan* is becoming a naught,
Losing his very existence,
Penance is also vanishing,
Because of your anger, Lord.

Think over the results, O Lord,
Which the anger would produce,
By destroying his very existence,
In the great fire of curse.

How the race of all creatures,
Will survive after Cupid's destruction,
Entire creation will disappear,
If Cupid is burnt alive, O dear Lord.

Ravindra
Kanpur 17th May 2012
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Madan*- The name of Cupid as per Indian mythology.
 


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 27


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 27
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 27


How,   without grace or passion,
All the creatures of this Earth,
Would complete their life, O Lord,
Without love and indulgence, like idiots.

With the destruction of passion,
Pleasure of living would disappear,
And attractions of life would vanish,
From the life of all living beings, O Lord.

How power would ever generate energy,
Without the fuel of passion,
How the wheel would ever rotate,
Of rise and fall, birth and death.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 18th May 2012
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DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare


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Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 16
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’

Born out of delusion,
And brought up by illusion,
Tutored  by evil treachery,
This devil is indecorous. 

He would surely destroy,
All pretty creations of God,
If he is saved from the stroke,
Of penance at this moment.

He was living in human form,
As intoxicated sinner of Earth,
Ego had degraded him,
And death brought him nearer.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 7th May 2012.
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Clarifications:


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Self-Portrait of Life


As I draw my eyes I think about what I have seen, what I have witnessed, what I have turned my eyes away from with but a blind stare, and all those special moments I missed that done passed and gone, but above all I think about what I have yet to see when I die.
 As I draw my face and hair I think about I think about how the "Great One Above" has made me what color skin that I am and how he has shaped my attitude into what my life has become and what society and environment I was placed and grew up in around which culture or cultures I have become or unknowingly integrated.
 As I draw my ears I think about what I have heard, what I am still hearing and what I choose not to hear among the many noises surrounded within ones hearing, but above all I think about what death has sounded like not in just one but many different loud but yet still very silent noises around one.
 As I draw my body I think about what my body has endured, what it has failed to do so many times but also what it has finally conquered and still yet to conquer in a world of complete competition with sports so violent and unforgiving for winning does not forgive losers in a world striving to be winners.
 As I draw my hands I think about how they have created so much but also trying not to think about how much they too have destroyed. I think about how I can easily create bad more than the good like an addiction that cannot be stopped among an addicted world full of fiends waiting to get their fix….but above all as I draw these words of life I think about how the heck I am still here today writing about it…..how I am still here enduring it and how I am still here even to share it…Thank You “Great One Above”…..


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The Stork I


The ship arrived surrounded by fog's dew,
his years she carried on her seaward tracks,
the wide upfront, horizon's line was dark,
- a stork he was, comradely to her crew.

(Thus, curious, he stood upon the moors,
projecting epitome of their rejoice,
and stern, the sea-waves' hum, repressed their voice,
enduring memory the dusk allures.)

A trenchant stork, with harbors in cahoot,
side-gazing for the sunken to discern,
Perceived the sea-men deftness and concern,
applied the color of night's darkened soot.

The dusk abraded then, the ship's details,
still numbness; maybe was the ship that stared,
as his persistent - curious eyes paired
with mind's perseverance, head-rope and brails.

Around the ship quizzical boats tripped,
like wooden cradles-coffins, they were stray,
companions lost beyond skylines' array,
sea's signalizing roar, on moorings whipped.

( Their sacrosanct ascent designed the stairs,
for spotless angels to walk amidst light blue,
like then the stork recited what was true,
- a dark night ship, for his bird's story cares.

And then they fled to skies - two comets' glows
that cut through distances, in ardent Spring
a song for wanderers, harmonic link,
- the emerald of Aegean shallows. )

What foolishness of storks, invites the ship,
stray souls to marry in night's ebon phase,
two finger-funnels tall, on skies to praise,
wraiths' upstage flight, on everlasting trip?

© G.V. 09/25/2012 All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)


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Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 18
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 18

Compassion degraded by passion,
Would make him weak,
And weakness would make him intransitive,
Making him brute and selfish.

That robs the sense of duty,
Creates only sensual desires,
Which bring total destruction,
Making him self-destructive.

Thus under his influence,
Man would acquire beast form,
And would destroy human glory,
Through exploitation of the weak.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 9th May 2012

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Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 13
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’



Peacocks began to show their colors,
In their lascivious dance of passion,
And Cuckoo’s song began to resound,
Creating disturbance in Shiva’s penance. 

Rati his wife of unique beauty,  too,
Began her wonderful dance and song,
In tune,  with the spring in full bloom,
Disturbing Shanker* in deep meditation.

Under the grab of such flowing charms,
Cupid began to hypnotize the Yogi*,
The cover was of the  bewitching charms,
To Break his penance in command.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 4th May 2012



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Clarifications:
Rati* - Madan or Cupid’s wife as per Indian mythology.
Shanker*- Lord Shiva is also known as Shanker. There are many
Other names of Shiva
Yogi*- used for Shiva or Shanker.


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Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 21
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 21


The infection does not reach
Due to that strong protection,
It would be able to burn,
This great infector of temptations.

Effect of anger made him blunt,
He got his third eye open
The burning rays of penance
Passed through eyes and fell.

Cupid's body began to burn,
Created by the cosmic fire of Shankar*,
Destroying the charms all around,
The delusion also disappeared.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 12th May 2012
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Shanker* - The other name of Lord Shiva.


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Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 23


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 23
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 23

Rati* saw her husband burning,
In the fire of God,
In great panic, she ran to Him,
Terrified and trembling.   

She prayed the three eyed,
She is becoming orphan,
The expanding fire would destroy all,
Including her beloved husband.

Prostrate at Shankar’s* feet’s,
With deflated pride and ego,
She murmured in weak voice,
To arouse His kindness.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 14th May 2012
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Shankar*- The other name of Lord Shiva the 
supreme God of Hindus.
Rati*- Wife of Madan (Cupid) for more details
Of Rati please see Episode 10



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Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 12
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.


Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’

Sweet fragrance began to flow,
Taking smell from the flowers in bloom,
And flowered creepers began to  hang,
On the arms of their beloved trees.

All flower plants were smiling in bloom,
Spreading  their charms all around,
Deer were revealing their passion,
By engrossing in the ecstasy of pleasure.

The golden rays of  Sun,
Were spreading their magical brightness,
Making Nature smiling, in a bath of pleasure,
As it bloomed suddenly from childhood to youth.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 3rd May 2012

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POMPEII

In the Grecian bay, of Paradise lost, a slumbering Giant
Does sleep, at eases restless peace.
Beneath thunder mountain's base, across the blue divide,
Exists a bustling sea port, full of culture and tradition.
Beware Pompeii, for natures wrath hovers above thee.
Within safety’s sheltering harbor, the population lies
Completely at fates mercy, as if innocence children, left
Alone to play in the wilderness, without protection. 
Look into the stilled waters, it is a thin pain of glass,
A mirror's image of a grand utopian society,
That's shattered in a tenth of a second by reality.
Here their echoing foot steps, down ancient
Roman roads, voices screams silenced by
Death's gloved hands, striking without warning.
A phantom people frozen in stone, hidden 
Beneath an ashen graveyard. 
Forgotten by posterity, until unearthed exposed
To destiny’s future.
Hell's fire storm unleashed on earth, 
It begins with a quaking rumbling, an eruptions
Mumbling, forecasting a foreboding doom lying
Stirring does the mountain dragon, awaking 
Inhaling, exhaling, releasing calamity’s white
 Hot blaze against Pompeii, with the raw force
Of ten Hiroshima bombs.
A volcanic shock wave felt around the world,
Smokes pyroclastic cloud blinding the sun,
And biting at the global sphere itself.
Catechism's ultimate destructive tidal wave,
Rocks mankind to it's inner most core, 
Leaving at flash points center, nothing alive.
Apocalypses Thunder Dome, a seething fire pit,
From which evacuation’s few survivors,
Become castaways orphans, left to the four
Winds mercy, a nation without a country,
A people of the seven seas.
Behind them are their kindred, memories
Forsaken of flesh and bone, now ashen
 Residue buried alive for all time,
Legacy's tribute to the volcano 
Known as Mt. Vesuvius, and a paradise lost,
Called Pompeii.



BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
 






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Sea And Space

I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.

I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.

Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Man's history,
Written in the stars as destiny.

I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.

I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.

Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.


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Trilogy


She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.
..............

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.
..............

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved


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Our Invincible Defeat

The inner and the outer,
Are dissolving fast in space.
The ominous clouds of thunder,
Are covering your face.

The meek the mild and innocent,
Are trampled under feet,
As we go one marching blindly,
To our invincible defeat.

No more calling softly,
No more calling you,
We've lost our hope and loving,
What once we thought was true.

And now the choice is coming,
Riding on a wave,
To be a free man dying,
Or be a mad man's slave.

And now the drums are drumming,
Drumming down the line,
Will you be marching forwards?
Will you be deaf and blind?

Will the light of sacred meaning?
Shine from bottom of your heart?
As the soldiers go on marching,
Tearing our humanity apart.

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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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GRAND MOMMY'S HOUSE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 


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No Sin Thus Remains

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


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Nyx - Ode


Strophe:

The shadows know the scent of cloves,
as Nyx devolves from sleep's crossroad,
the night-owls croak to domes above,
her ode the stars turns to abode.

Her firmness strings the scene's stillness,
her laughter waves in hung ether,
small hours' submit her thoughts' steepness,
advancing 'mid green heather.

The night birds watch - with eyes of amber
night wraiths descend from stardome flare,
upon a sky-drome meander
that ghostly travelers time-share.
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Antistrophe:

Brilliant's the moon in ventured glory,
above shapes lays and daunting wraiths,
her eminence surpassed souls' faith,
to hark the travelers' lone story.

And kind advanced to lands of blooms,
as night conveyed upon each breath,
she confers grand the kiss of death,
with fates to weave on lethal looms.
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Epode:

On darkened growth she shines dismal,
In Stygian reign she rules - abysmal,
enchanted souls shall dwell in void,
with Acheron's old paths destroyed.
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Nyx = Night


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 7


Incineration of Indian Love God Madan (Cupid) 7 
 
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Prelude to this epic.
According to Indian mythology Madan the Love God or Cupid was asked to divert the attention of Lord Shiva*, the supreme God of Hindus, who was lost in deep meditation,  so that Lord Shiva may be requested to help the Gods from the attacks of the demon supreme immortal Tarakasur. However, when Madan disturbed Him in meditation Shiva became too furious and opened His third eye. Madan the Cupid God got burnt by the fire of the anger of his third eye. This epic reveals many interesting incidents about this story later in this series…..

Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’  07


Buds were all smiling to bloom and
To welcome the Lord of the day,
By opening their pretty mouths 
To absorb the dew bubbles kissing their faces.

The living and even the lifeless too,
Were all fascinated by the charms of Nature,
Madan* entered in such an intoxicating arena,
And became mad with the flowing passion.

But finding Shiva* in deep meditation,
He thought about his domination,
And its influence on the entire living being,
Which exists on this pretty Earth.

Ravindra 
Kanpur India 27th April 2012
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Clarifications:
Madan*- Hindi name of the Love God Cupid
Shiva*- The Lord of destruction and creation as per Indian mythology.






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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 14


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 14
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’


A struggle had started on the Himalayan peaks,
Between delusion and penance,
To watch this great fight,
The Sun stopped its motion for a while.

Even consciousness was watching,
Bewildered and astonished.
Who wins the unique struggle,
The delusion of Goddess or the God.

Meditation of Lord Shanker,*
Got disturbed by illusion,
Seeing such courage of Cupid,
He thought over the consequences.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 5th May 2012.
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Clarifications:
Shanker*- Lord Shiva is also known as Shanker. There are many
Other names of Lord Shiva

IMPORTANT NOTE:
Due to passing of time some of the 
Hindi Text stanzas of this great epic
got lost or right now it is not available.
Even I have also lost some parts 
of the Ist English translation done by 
me, long back, when my father was alive.
They are either got misplaced or lost.  
I am rewriting such missing lines to 
the best of my capabilities to
preserve this valuable writing by bringing
this unique story before the world. ...Ravindra
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Even Though There Be Haters

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


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 6


Incineration of  Love God Madan Cupid
6  of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
English version with some editing by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’


On the peak of Kailas mountain,
Covered with snow white,
Coolness was spreading its charms,
With every gush of wind.

Rivers were flowing with chill,
Through forests and the hills,
Giving nectar to the creation,
Nursing every plant, animal and tree.

The trees and plants were joyous,
Away from the curse of cold,
And were pouring with every gush of wind,
The intoxicating smell to charm anyone.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 26th April 2012
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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 19


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 19
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 19

The Turning Point

Fascinated by the sinner,
Man would be more demoralized,
To such an extent, that he,
Would destroy his own race one day.

Why not I should burn him,
Hypnotically to save the mankind,
From the curse of passion,
That shall annihilate it sooner or later.

The sight of nature's beauty,
Created by delusion of Cupid,
Had robbed, his eyes power of destruction,
By the charms of intoxication.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 10th May 2012
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Last Kiss

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


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 10


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 10
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’


Why not I should destroy his meditation,
Brute and cruel as it is,
Why not affection of delusion,
Make him demoralized by its charms.

Why not my wife Rati* help,
Creating desire for enjoyment,
Making Shiva* mad with passion,
And defeated for ever.

Then the rudeness of meditation,
Would not be able to destroy,
The beauty of Earth and living,
Nourished by the nectar of love.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 1st May 2012.

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Clarifications:
*Rati- Rati is the Hindu goddess of love, carnal desire, lust, passion and sexual pleasure. Rati is the female counterpart, the chief consort and the assistant of Kama (Kamadeva), the god of love. A constant companion of Kama, she is often depicted with him in legend and temple sculpture. She also enjoys worship along with Kama. Rati is often associated with the arousal and delight of sexual activity, and many sex techniques and positions derive their Sanskrit names from hers.Courtesy Courtesy -http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rati




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Standing Up For Immigration Rights

In the United States of America, all immigration laws must be in effect at all times. It's
been like that since the Civil War started and the signing of the Declaration of
Independence. But everybody must accept the fact that the people from different countries,
including India, are becoming citizens of the United States. It seems that some people
don't want them in our country because all foreigners will not just take their jobs or
whatever, but commit crimes everywhere they go, including solicitation or whatever. Well,
the last time everybody had checked, the united States of America was called "the land of
opportunity." Now I, for one, am for immigration rights. Just like these people from
Mexico, Haiti, China, or wherever these people are from, they have rights, just like all
of Americans do. Some people like me should make them feel welcome in our country, but
some them are always judging these foreigners by their religions, faiths, and/or beliefs,
background, or whatever. The ones who have always been hateful towards the people who
aren't U.S. citizens since 2006. And some people are ignorant, selfish, and on top of all
that they're a bunch of hypocrites, just like the Ku Klux Klan who've always wanted all of
us African-Americans to go back to our country called Africa. How stupid is that? Okay,
sure, these people from foreign countries may need to pass background checks in order to
become citizens of the United States of America, but the fact of the matter is that day in
and day out these people, from around the world are God's children, and these people
really need to stop being ignorant and arrogant--for once. If I'm going to stand up for
immigration rights, everybody should stand up for the people from around the world,
including Egypt and Afghanistan. And no matter whether he or she is Muslim, Buddhist, or
Catholic, or whatever, we're all an equal and we are all God's children. God bless
America, and the whole wide world.


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 15


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 15
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’  15

Proud entered in Cupid's mind


Cupid would remain unsatisfied,
With world’s sensuous pleasures,
Passion had brought him here,
On the evil path of destruction.

Deprived Cupid* could not bear,
This lonely meditation,
Far from the common reach,
Amid the high snow peaks.

Thoughts emerging in Shanker's mind       

How his weak human beings,
Would be able to save the society,
And respect and honor in life,
From the degraded sin provokers.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 6th May 2012.

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Clarifications:
Cupid* Madan- The Indian name of Cupid.
Shanker*- Other name of Lord Shiva.


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Im Gone

Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks 
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white 
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts 
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack 
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks 
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack 
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past 
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back 
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast 
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast 
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask 
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
 Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas 
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it 
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it 
but I know only this one man controls it 
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it 
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it 
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet


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Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 20


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 20
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 20

Awakening of Shaker’s sleeping powers

Sensual pleasure so developed,
Destroyed the burning power,
Created by his long penance,
And compelled him to ponder and realize.

How charms can destroy his eyes powers,
Like ordinary human beings,
When he is blessed by the creator,
With the power of resistance of God.

Eyes get delusion infected,
That kills their powers temporarily,
But inwardly they remain,
Protected by wisdom and consciousness.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 11th May 2012

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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 24


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 24
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’ 24


O' Protector of the weak,
You are the treasure of mercy,
Your are the protector of Universe,
Save my husband O’ very kind.

Surrendering before you, O Lord,
This helpless woman begs your mercy,
Laying on your feet O, Lord,
Please extend your kindness to me.

COMPASSION

Shankar* seeing a weeping woman,
Declared protection to her husband,
And enquired, why she wept,
When body of Cupid was burning.

Ravindra 
Kanpur India 15th May 2012

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Shankar*- The other name of Lord Shiva


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The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails


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My Inner Breath Part:1

Because this is my feeling and what i yell inside
I yell it with anger and i yell it with pride
You might not know what ones been through
But this is part of whats been true
What is there to do
I am a soldier at war with the core
Fighting for my insecurity, in my life's debility
In search for reality through my music ability

Yeah my life is somehow fake
Not even with so much at stake
For goodness sake I want to break
Because with great power comes great responsibility
In an apocalypse of ability, charisma and sensibility
Moments in life are what create a person what he is
In description falling in abyss
My life changed me completely
The point of views that i see in me
Generosity that unfolds through me
Now just pointers to these feelings
Differences that might seem like misunderstandings
Comes and goes that end up as great landings
Now lets just go back to my sentir
Forgive me not the one here to plead
Its my people that call out my story
Who call out the way I face my glory
Like the time i was crossing the border
I still get punished for my misconduct disorder
Now locked in a 5 by 11 cell
I now many don't know this
And many cant tell
But this is just a bit of whats impelling upon
To make it straight I am no criminal I am no con
Just made bad decisions in my life
Now believing in the right in the right of a second chance
I blew opportunities but lets enhance
Certain people just judge me by my stance
Don't judge me by what you glance
There is a lot more to me
Then there is the eye can see
I know no one is superior
No one is inferior

Meant to soar through the stars 
not meant to be behind bars
I just know we deserve the same respect
Coming from his image so we simply just connect
I may not have achievements 
But i have many goals


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 9


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 9

Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’


The beauty would then lose its charm,
Becoming fearful and most ugly,
And its attraction would then disappear,
From this beautiful Earth of super-creatures forever.

Cruelty would then destroy affection,
From human mind in fear,
Accomplishment would then leave me alone,
And would accept slavery of penance. 

Loveliness would disappear then,
Destroying its charm and attraction,
Earth would then become formidable,
And would become dry and fearful forever.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 30th April 2012
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Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and crocodiles are at the core 
of many memories and visions of old 
Lake Kariba, in land sea 
full of tiger fish and bream

The endless blue that roles into the distance
where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista
The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea
forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze

It wasn’t always peaceful, tranquil, and still
nature has no chance to relax and withdraw
Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men’s mind

Up Up Up goes the building and climbs
Man made dam, Damn big problem
How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy
to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi

POURING OUT THE CONCERT 
RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL
DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS 

HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD
THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL
NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH
LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER 
THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED 

LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE 
THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW
UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

Animals and people lost in the rising tide
from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea
Great and panoramic became the horizon wide

Like a whisper on the edge of wind 
was a grand concert of ages gone by 
Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky

A harmonic existence of sublime serenity
Life here brings closure to one’s perspective
the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective 

The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still
where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill
across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue
Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.


 


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Wonderful Women


Mary was a virgin girl:
With big dreams and aspirations!
An angel came to visit her:
With honor and salutations!
Troubled by his sayings:
She did not know what to think!
The angel said to Mary:
My dear, no need to shrink!

Mary you are favored,
Blessed among all women!
Ye shall bring forth a child:
A Son whom God is given!
You shall call his name JESUS!
To his kingdom there’s no end!
He will reign forever:
And from heaven he will descend!

Mary said to the angel,
How shall this come to be?
I have not known a man,
And with that he did agree!
With God’s nothing impossible,
So Mary did reply:
Behold I am God’s servant,
And his will I won’t deny!

To be so compliant;
Is just amazing in itself!
The disgrace of an unwed mother:
Could knock Mary off the shelf!
Her fiancé’ may leave her;
And her family may disown!
But Mary did not worry:
About who may cast a stone!

Seeing that she was chosen:
One might think her life was smooth.
But oh’ the lovely Mary:
Needed God to gently soothe!
From the birth of our Lord Jesus:
To the time he was crucified:
Her journey was very bumpy:
And many tears she softly cried!

Starting with a quest:
From Nazareth to Bethlehem!
A summons to pay taxes,
They set out, both of them! (Joseph and Mary)
Now Mary was great with child,
And her time would soon arrive.
With no place to deliver,
They would both have to contrive!

In a barn full of animals,
Hay, dung and fears!
Mary will now give birth,
In blood, sweat and tears!
Meanwhile, in a pasture,
Where some shepherds work a field!
Angel’s came a calling,
And our Savior is revealed!

Glory to God in the highest:
Angel’s sang, when baby breathed:
On earth, is peace, goodwill towards men!
The shepherds now perceived!
The angel’s ascend to heaven,
Yonder the shepherds go:
In her heart Mary pondered:
Of the things which God did show!

Just try to imagine:
Laying your baby in a trough?
And then fearing for his life,
While the king prowls and scoffs!
Well that is just what Mary did:
In that time and place:
When they had to run:
For baby Jesus, King Herod chased!

A king to rule over him:
He would not accept!
He killed every baby child:
As their mother’s wept!
I just cannot fathom:
What Mary must have felt.
Joy for her baby:
Yet, with grief she must have dealt!

Traveling home from Jerusalem:
After feast and celebration!
Mary lost her precious boy:
She could not find his location!
When he was discovered,
Frantic she did ask:
Son why did you leave us?
In sorrow we did bask

Every mother has known:
The fear of losing a child!
Mary was no different:
For three days her fear compiled!
I am sure there was weeping:
Praying with despair!
While Joseph tried to calm her:
With love and tender care!

She couldn’t apprehend:
What his life would turn out to be.
But, Mary as his mother:
Felt free to go and see!
She followed with his brothers:
And listen to him speak!
He spoke about family:
His family, he did critique!

Sisters and brothers:
And mothers we also see!
Are not bound together:
By a family tree!
From our Father in heaven;
Families are made!
Now, did Mary understand?
The price she had paid!

Mary’s little boy,
Was no longer her own!
He belongs to the people:
And as kin he is known!
Gripping at her heart strings:
Affliction had to arise:
As a mother of a son,
That might feel like my demise!

News of his capture:
Must have brought a scare!
How did Mary deal?
Did she run straight there?
When Jesus was beaten:
Did she watch all alone?
How did she refrain?
As he was whipped to the bone!

A crown of thorns:
They pressed upon his head!
He was dripping in blood:
His flesh was bright red!
Nails were deeply driven:
Through his hands and feet!
Crying out he said:
My God, why so discrete?

She stood by the cross:
And watch her baby die!
She pondered in her heart:
For the reason why!
Is it worth it?
Did Mary dare to ask?
For the love of God:
She must complete her task!

Yet, it pleased the Father:
For him to suffer!
To give his life:
For another!
To shed his blood:
Would only prove our WONDER!
JESUS gave it all:
Our sins to cover!

As my heart is wrenching:
I can’t help but wonder!
Did Mary even hear?
Those sounds of thunder!
The earth was shaking:
The rocks did rent!
The veil was torn:
And Mercy was sent!

With a broken heart:
Tear filled eyes!
Could Mary see?
Where his love lies!
Her baby boy:
Who brought some travail!
In the end:
Did definitely prevail!

Mary was chosen:
And highly favored!
And for our God,
 She willingly labored!
She had troubles:
Plus sorrow and grief:
Yet, she pondered God’s word:
This fought off the thief!

The wonder of this woman:
Is most definitely overt!
And your wonder is also:
So please let me assert!
Jesus arose:
Three short days later!
Redemption came:
And so did your favor!

God loves his creation:
A plan he has made!
He is not partial:
Nor, will he invade!
He leaves it to us:
To trust in his name:
So just like Mary:
Let his will take aim!

Now, ponder his word:
For it is real clear!
In Jesus we’re blessed:
Favored and dear!
We also have purpose:
Just like the Virgin Mary!
It is to share Jesus:
WONDERFUL WOMEN; don’t tarry!

No one can go to the Father:
Except through the Son!
And God uses his children:
To get the job done:
So if you refuse,
To share his love!
The world won’t know:
This Rock from above!

He is personal:
Yet, he is for all!
Proclaim his love:
It’s your curtain call!
Go into all the world:
And share his good news!
Mary’s child has risen:
It’s your turn to choose!

Stacey Brown
12-10-13


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 8


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 8
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’

Being unable to put influence,
On the stupid dry meditation of Shiva*,
Cupid thought that even the goddess of delusion, 
Too would be defeated without any influence.

I shall be called the destroyer,
Of my mother’s honor and power,
And shall always remain defeated,
By this inhuman meditation. 

Power would leave me alone then,
Destroying my domination over all,
My existence would disappear forever,
From my own dominated Earth.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th April 2012
To continue…..

Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.

Clarifications:
Shiva*-  The supreme god of destruction and creation as per Indian mythology.
Madan*- Cupid Love God of Hindus as per Indian mythology.



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Haikus About God: V

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


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Chase Of The Champion -

I am a champion,
the thought and feel of it is real,the fact being indisputable and the reality pure,
with others,and in singular isolation victory over the misery of disrections is now,and future,
I am a champion because I have led myself and others to victories,
victories over the malvolent and lurid labors,
living,toiling,dreaming,and breathing within the parameters of a system foriegn
to my instincts, alien to this suture,

I am a champion along with others because I weep incredulity 
at the untaught magnitude of a work ethic producing abject glories,
brought to my knees,my heart beats rife with pain,fear, & the mud of doubt,
brought to lunacy by the dispassion that consequence savors,
rising, and rising as emotions explode at the chance and moment for domination,
justification, to obliterate the obstacles,making room for stories,
awaking with dry pain in the eyes,nausea,dizziness,despair,
seeking simple reasons for motivation to go forth,
wishing quixotically for more sleep,

finishing the day feeling dumb,dull and brazen like a fenced horse 
hungry for edification,rectification,seeing the great steppe with a risk too deep,
going on week after week with new sprains & strains on mind body & spirit,
always some mistake, cuts, bruises, burns & hyperextensions,
compulsively micromanaging,hyperanalysing, a manic finisher,
nothing will dissuade me from the thankless pursuits of daily perfections,
the anatagonists,the ones who sneer & discourage casually at the noble attempts
of the able champions trying to maximize efficiency,to excel,win,

raising that standard which the mediocre claim can't be improved,
I and others jeapordize our health,safety,sanity so to accomplish the impossible,
I receive no grand trophies,new contracts or publicity,
nobody takes my picture or delivers a prize,
there are no special tokens or passwords on the table,
we strive ferociously for the sake of victory,for the knowledge of limits,
this way setting greater goals & tests,
being testaments for others who climb,
do I want acclaim from Deity for my successes,distinction for my sacrafices, no,
I work hard for me and others to be sublime -

J.A.B.


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Young Fool -To my Father

YOUNG FOOL.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love you Dad.




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Coming From Where I'm From

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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



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Legend of the Red October Run

Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners 

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Over fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there’s no more glorious “Sooner Magic” 
Than the Red October Run.

The new millennium's first football season,
Excited Sooners fans’ hopes did soar.
They had tasted victory in Bob Stoops’ first year;
Now, they wanted - no, expected - even more.

There was a glint of promise in Bob’s eyes,
Strength and confidence in his every word.
“Our Team has shown improvement”, is what he said;
“We’ll win!” is what fans heard.

By September’s end, the Sooners were 4 and O,
A “cupcake schedule” some anxious fans would say;
Twenty-two days in October would rule their destiny.
Texas, K-State, Nebraska, the teams they’d have to play.

“OU’s October is a gauntlet”, said ESPN;
“Play #10 and #2 and #1…and win”?
So, on a rainy Saturday morning in Dallas,
The Red October Run would begin.

The Texas State Fair at the Cotton Bowl,
Fans were welcomed by Big Tex.
They screamed, “Go OU!” and “Hook’em Horns!”;
But none could imagine what happened next.

Heupel was a dominating General;
The Sooners Offense, his relentless troops.
Calmus and the Defense assured a total rout,
The Coach of the Day was Bob Stoops.

Sooners fans were wild, delirious with glee;
But Bob seemed focused and sedate.
“We’ll enjoy this victory Sunday;
Then Monday, we’ll prepare for Kansas State”.

No time to revel in the Glory, #2 was tough.
Better than the Huskers?  The possibility was real.
The road to #1 went through Manhattan,
And the Sooners would have to win it on the field.

The sportscasters had a field day.
Last year’s “coaching coup” was news again.
Beasley versus Heupel was “The Match-up”.
Could Heupel evade K-State’s awesome defense 
   and find a way to win? 

Again, Heupel and his troops met the challenge;
And as the Sooners “D” assured a hard fought win,
Every Sooners fan’s heart was stirred.
Could our Sooners be “Big Red” again?

Mighty Nebraska, #1, was coming to Owen Field.
“Biggest OU - Nebraska game in years!” Corso said.
It would be 1 versus 2, a heralded gridiron epic
For the coveted title of…”Big Red”.

It was OU’s biggest home game ever.
The campus was alive with vendors and would-be 
   ticket buyers.
Every Sooners Fan’s heart was pounding.
Could the smell of #1 stoke the Sooners' fires?

The Huskers struck so quickly.
At 14 to nothing, Sooners fans were stunned.
It was shaping up to be a long, long day;
And it wasn’t going to be fun.

Quickly tho’, Heupel rallied his Sooners troops.
They scored and scored and scored again.
The Sooners “D” built a Wall at the 50,
And would not let the Huskers in.

Winners, the Sooners ran and jumped with glee.
Fans flooded Owen Field, milling all around,
Praising and hugging their Sooners Heroes.
They even tore the goal post down.

Now #1, the Sooners had won it on the field.
Their preparation had been well taught.
Bob Stoops, all his great coaches and assistants,
Took pride in how the Sooners fought.

Someone once said, “Everyone loves a winner.”
Everywhere you looked confirmed it’s true.
OU flags fluttered.  Decals, hats, and clothes abound.
Come November, the Sooners and their Fans
    had been renewed,

There’s no slighting the importance of Red October.
The Sooners came together as a Team.
No doubt too, without “The Red October Run”
Their National Championship would still be just a dream.

For the next five games, it was simply unacceptable
For the Sooners to even think that they could fail;
And, tho’ Heupel played injured, they won the Big 12 Championship;
Great Sooners Defense had prevailed.

But no one gave these Big 12 Champs the slightest chance to win
Against the mighty Seminoles of Florida State.
The Heisman Trophy Winner was their quarterback
And their defense was touted to be great.

At the coin toss, Team Captain Torrance Marshall
Said to their quarterback in words most serious and sure,
“You took our boy’s trophy”.  Then he smiled,
“Now we’re gonna take yours”.

The Sooners “D” was everywhere and completely shut them down;
And, when Quentin Griffin’s touchdown closed the door,
Their quarterback knew that Marshall’s words rang true;
The not-so-mighty ‘Noles had not been allowed to score.

Yes, Bob Stoops and his Sooners knew the challenge:
To win Each game ‘til Every game’s been won;
Win for Sooners and their Fans the unchallenged right
To revel in the Glory of being #1.

Yes, my Sooners Team goes on and on,
Different faces, different names;
But these Sooners Champions will be well remembered
For the Season they won Every game.

Undefeated National Champions!
Before October, who would have ever dreamed?
Why, just last year, we didn’t even know the players' names;
And now, they’re College Football’s Greatest Team.

To overcome all adversity and rise to every challenge,
The reward for such a feat is being #1;
Their path to Glory born of a Sooners Legend
Called The Red October Run.

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THE ELEPHANT

A rumbling sound does strike the ground, beneath the heavens,
The thundering finger tips of God, creeps across the earth itself.
Creation's lightening, announces their arrival, behold the mighty
Elephant bursting forth, grappling existence within it's ivory tusks.
Bend do the mountains themselves, for sheer raw power's reverence.
Divinity's creatures honored, by man and beast alike, nature's gray
Phantoms of the wilderness wild.
Roaring above even the king of beasts, whom offers royalty's 
Crown unto he, the true majesty of strength and dominance. 
Evolution's survivor, the living giant, 
Over coming all environmental changes, the earth has set
Against it.
A keystone species, beating extinction, move for move
On the chest board of life, by evolving and adapting.
Oh mother's hold thy babies most dear, closely, as she the
Matriarch guards her calf, fission-fusion society, linked
By bloods legacy.
Never does the heart of an elephant forget heartaches loss,
Yet mourning forever within the soft brown eyes of intelligence.
Tenderly, shedding tears of regret's for-get-me-knots, but in
Her soul she knows, one day mother and calf, shall be reunited,
Beyond the elephant graveyard of stilled bones.
Hatred’s madness, drives this instinctual season called musth,
Alone rough is death's destructive shadow, seeking passion's
Mate, no matter the cost in physical pain, instincts desire must
Be appeased.
Storm's living earthquakes, shakes the African plains underneath
It's feet, the cradle of life itself is rocked, to it's innermost core.
But it is beauty, whom can tame this beast, yielding unto destiny's
Call of the wild heart, to breed, the need to leave their legacy,
And continue the future of the species.
A rumbling sound does strike the ground, beneath the heavens,
The thundering finger tips of God, creeps across the earth itself.
Creation's lightening announces their arrival, behold the mighty
Elephant bursting forth, grappling existence within it's ivory tusks.
Bend do the mountains themselves, for sheer raw powers reverence,
Divinity's creatures honored by man and beast alike, nature's gray
Phantoms of the wilderness wild.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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God Received An Angel

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


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A Feather of You

A feather of a bird,
My feather of you,
Drifting in the air,
Aimless in the sky and a blur,
Not one, but two.
Drifting without a care,
My feather of you in the air!
Lost in the funnel of the wind,
My feather disappears,
Drifting in the air,
Flowing aimlessly again,
Crossing over so near.
A feather of you my only fear!
Found with the resolution I see,
A feather of me,
Falling loosely and free,
Softly to the ground,
With very little sound!
A feather of you and me,
But only one I have found.


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Judas


Why should contritions in the soul abide, 
invoking alterations that times slayed, 
and one dissolved, never existent blade, 
why sharply cuts the mind and bleeds its stride? 

Why the damnation of the man should bring
to heavens where my dark betrayal was
a solemn reason to destroy the cause, 
so that the Overman be crowned as King? 

Now the brigades of fallen angels cry, 
inhuman was the prophecy beheld, 
because my tears shall not reverse the quelled, 
and innocents, in doom shall be awry! 

I followed what the apostles refused, 
the darkest 'mid the actions of a man, 
my children will be cursed but won't disband, 
what sacred ideologies perused.

The Judas' tears will flow along the slopes, 
forsooth becharmed are the females' night dreams, 
my blood and eyes in their dimensions beam, 
Lit embers' chosen man in Cosmos' scopes.

And how traumatic eyes of austere norms, 
in their aporia will avoid me for
as chosen man, I just obeyed to Lord, 
amid the thunder's wrath my guilt reforms! 

The solitude where I condemned my fate, 
awaits in astral Halls where darkness fades, 
cause nothingness will crown the lightless shades, 
hung oscillates a marionette's oblate.

© G.V 03-09-2013
(Iambic Pentameter)


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Sunken Tears

                                   He stood bravely before me 
                           with a medal of honor in his right hand
                        and a bandage of agony around his left knee
                           It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
                             his crutches lay useless on the ground
                                 I found it hard to understand why,
                                 a soldier in pain didn't even frown
                                      With a voice firm but dry
                                 his words shook me like thunder
                                "You're now the man of this house"
                                 he uttered like a worn-out hunter
                            quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
                                 Drowning my mind through cold ears
                        he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears


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Sexy Curves

In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street. 
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.

A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable. 
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see. 

I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop. 

You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a  little and calms. 
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.

You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock. 

Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed. 
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap. 

Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss. 


Dedicated to all the woman of the world. 
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all. 

 


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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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Harmonica


The ghosts come stern to foreshadow
their routes westward to Atlantic,
nautilus trust to sea mantic,
- and ocean deities endow.

Their ancestors were apt sailors,
to serve an equal cause for years,
on compassed routes - funeral tears,
sabled wives shed to sea bailors.

The blue engagement is a spell,
that haunts the island men since birth;
whom sea engulfs is an owing dearth,
to morose depths of mournful well.

The sailors stand on the stern deck,
as dusk turns colors to dark gray,
with a harmonica's sad play,
the long tear shadows and stares beck.

© G.V. 07-18-2012, All Rights Reserved


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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.


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OUR GOD IS ABLE

our God is able to provide all of our needs
for it was in us that He planted His very seed
no matter what's happening in life no matter how hard are the days
God is able to keep us uplifted as we journey on our way
in the midst of the storms in the midst of moments of despair
give God all the glory that you are even still here

during August 2011 we went through a lot of stuff
an earthquake, a hurricane and then flooding water enough is enough!
many called on the name of God and many cried out for Christ
but why when everything is going good God's not a part of their lives?
what many fail to grasp is that God is always here
and we need to talk to Him daily not only in times of despair

for our God is able to keep food on our tables
our God is able to keep us upright 
to maintain and sustain us through each day and night
and if you woke up this morning give God all the praise
and if you have a job in this recession let your hands to Him be raised
and if your children are doing just great 
go and worship Him in any house of faith
God is able to maintain all that you've acquired
and give Him the thanks for fulfilling your desires
just don't think that this world is all about you
for it was by the grace of God that you pulled through
and if you're blessed with a pension of a 401K
give God the thanks that it came your way

our God is able to keep us from falling down
as our faith in Him keeps us on higher ground
so grab on to the hand of God let His glory manifest in you
stay in the presence of God and follow the path designed for you
and when your money gets funny and your change becomes strange
let the blessings of the Lord get your finances rearranged
and when it comes to finding that soul mate in life
let the God who is able send you a child of Christ
bow down to His wisdom, bow down to His authority
as you allow His glory and majesty to come unto thee

our God is able to keep us from going astray
so in life it is unto Him that we should pray





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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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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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CHRISTMAS

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

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Blank verse | |

Who I am Today

I got 2 memba who I once was, who I really am, what I really am, and who Im still yet TO BECOME. I got 2 memba where Im from 2 know how I got 2 where Im at 2 know where Im still GOING TO GO/ Despite bein a felon and convict and all the odds against me, I still got all the evens deep within me. Change is like a choice of contradicted concepts of my own convictions. My felonistic, forbidden, fatherless faith is not workin for me no more, actually it never did I just thought it did. I aint got 2 give it up or must give it up, or even have 2 give it up I first got 2 want 2 give it up. But I also must got 2 have 2 want 2 give it up within my own contradicted soul so that I may travel that road less traveled by my own people, not only where Im from but for all those trapped in this American inner racial mixed struggle where race and the color of YOUR SKIN DOES MATTER


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Angels With One Wing

 Angels with one wing.
 Angels with one wing,
 we are all Angels only with one wing.
 Hold my hand.
 Hold my hand,
 so we can fly.
 Lets fly.
 Push me away.
 Push me away,
 please don't push me away.
 Fore if we are in the sky,
 we will surely die.
 Or, if we stand on ground,
 we just push ourselves in circles.
 Come back to me.
 Come back to me,
 lets fly.
 Lets fly.
 Angels with one wing.


Details | Free verse | |

THE SILENCE

Darken clouds swarm, twisting,
Intertwining giants mass,
Funneling truants blend.
A moving death storm descends,
Without warming it begins.
An eerie silence lingers,
Eluding detection.
Swiftly, comes the wind of a
 Thousand screams,
Gripes ripping apart mother earth.
Faster, faster like a speeding train,
No place to hide nowhere to run.
Rubles ruins, torn flesh,
Mangled metal.
Broken shards scattered across,
Baron plains.
Carnage, wreckage sisters to fate,
Utterly torn apart by mutual rage,
Destroys all.
Humanities sorrow reflects,
Troubled skies.
Desperation's tears shiver through,
Heaven's grate.
The path of destruction can never, 
Be undone.
But as fast as it came it disappears.
Yet its mark litters every inch of, 
Blacken ground.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Free verse | |

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


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


Details | Ode | |

Why Dose My Love


And if their should ever be
     A LOVE end everlasting
Then, I wish with all my
          Heart, to spend
My life with you'
          And
If their should ever be
        A dream'
An end ever lasting end
Then there is one question?
       ------
Where doe's my love
     Began with you?
          Fore...
You are not a Diamond
You are my Triangle shaped
          Heart!

                 GF


*****Note:*****

The " ' " is not necessary, so you make the inferance..be the " Back Seat Poet".


Details | Acrostic | |

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL

Haste great messenger to mirth's tribes and throngs
Announce the old year's ending like our epic songs
Properly written poorly told, poorly written in translation
Purge each heart and prime each purposed hope again
Youth and wisdom will meet matured in one refrain

Nature reminds us, everything true a second chance is given
Emancipate all dreams, break the chain on every heart
Welcome the new beginning and a vision of heaven

Yield neither courage nor faith when life falls apart
Endeavor to rearrange the pieces into a fresh vision
Appraise it, build value in it, share it, grow it
Reach beyond the self, and invest it with the Master's spirit. 

                                  Trumpeting desires the new year calls
                                  Onward to your purpose for time still swiftly runs

                                  All men dream, but few follow its course
                                  Let it ring of heart and soul, its happy source
                                  Loudly then: happy new year to all, my friends!  


Details | Romanticism | |

Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.


Details | Haiku | |

ZOOKEEPER

Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

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

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

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

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

Medieval Camelot

I’m sure you’ve heard of the Great King Arthur and Lancelot’s well-known fame.
But there was yet another knight, of great glory and great fame, never named.
His name was whispered constantly, everywhere, around those hollowed halls.
For no one wanted to be near when he passed by, on his famous unerring walks.

A knight so very gallant, that he would bow to: every fashion of maiden, high or low.
So fierce his life could not be taken, no matter how sharp the blade, they did throw.
A musical quality followed him everywhere, and his livery was absolutely divine.
He would have been the perfect knight, except for one minor, itty bitty, tiny flaw…

What was his name, you may ask, and what led to such glory and illustrious fame?
He was Sir Dragon Sparkle Farts, and yes, you can guess, what earned him that name.
You see, an evil witch, he once did fight, and yes… he absolutely won, most verily.
But before the witch became undone, she sprinkled a curse upon his own, to be.

Whenever others are about, you guessed it, yet again; he had sparkle farts, my friend.
Do not laugh; he was to all, a dearest friend. Tho the trouble caused, was rampant, in the end.
You see, in that time the villages were all made with beautifully made, thatched roofs…
He flew betwixt and between, yet, an occasional spark now airborne, did veer off, poof!

So for the most part he walked in town, though the wheat fields were often, set off.
At least the castle was made of stone, though many a tapestry did not survive, well off.
Indeed, a water bucket brigade, became put at his disposal, simply all the time, amen!
And nobody did tickle him, for fames from both ends, became quite rampant then.

Laughter did, yes, the same… But hiccups brought utter flame throwing despair, to all. 
Still he was a beloved knight, so the round table was set to keep his back, to the wall.
The knights all stuck together, thru thick and thin, and yes, even thru his sparkle farts.
But with great sadness: of why such a fierce warrior, could be forgot, I now impart.

You see, his name Sir Dragon Sparkle Farts, did not ring, minstrels romantic thoughts.
Historians, thought his references, just crude, forgettable laughable jokes, The Sots!
But know, when Camelot finally fell, and even he could not stop that inevitable tide.
He flew away, to the great blue North, they say, where with snow and ice, he abides.

Now, young and old, do not be sad… For the moral of this fable holds: 
All he did was: for his friends and the Greater Good… He cared not for Glory or Gold.


Details | Rhyme | |

Growing In Years

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Cinquain | |

IRONY

IRONY
Epic  irony.
Epic is irony.
The irony is epic.
Irony.


Details | Free verse | |

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





 





Details | Free verse | |

Angelic Dance

Her grand entrance awaits
peering in
vibrant curtains fluttering expectation
her body poised holding a dream...
chatter surrounds close distance
hands joined aloud
her entrance...
streaming light resolve
a pure flower through
her peaceful frantic dream screams
her soul touching each
a poet in her candid solitude
a triumphant dance allure
my breath away one moment
her flow life anew


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


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


Details | Free verse | |

THE HAUNTING

Entombed behind isolation walled
 Prison,
A haunting malice trapped me within.
Crouching beneath shadows shroud,
 Leering eyes pierce.
Through darkness’s pitch black,
 Covenant.
Pacing beast intercepting motions,
 Movements, mocking my,
Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's,
 Tormentor.
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued, 
Weaver, spewing lies deceit.
Intricately aligning it's widow,
 Makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling, laughter echoes, against,
 Dead reckoning.
A chilling appetizing, as if pleased,
 At malice’s intent.
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing,
It’s human pet.
A vacant mumbling feeling over,
 Comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage,
Rebelling against hatred’s,
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond spectral,
 Captivity.
Hear my disgust, creature,
 I shall destroy thee.
Leave me alone, screaming aloud,
 Sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows,
 An odorous stench.
Fills mine senses,
Cease mortal miscreant,
 None leave here alive,
Shudders blood runs cold down raw
 Veins nerve endings,
A deepening realizations rushes,
 The conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing.
To be pounced upon, a toy mouse,
 Caught between claws,
Extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp choking life's,
 Breath away.
Feeling every heartbeat slowing,
 Quietly ceasing.
Stinging painfully ringing at ear, 
Shots quivering,
Oblivion's mute murmurs never part,
Lips tightly closed.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven,
 Released from,
Beyond hells hidden regions,
A place devoid of spiritual salvation.
Foul demonic spirit haunting,
 A madman's kingdom,
It whispers to me in sweet melodies,
 Aftershock.
Now we begin, and you truly belong to me,
With satisfactions grimace, it smiles.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Ballad | |

Souls of Men

If I should fly 
this Earth tonight
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of a rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my heart will keep it's measure, 
to the faucet's broken seam,
that leaks my mind to other worlds,
and begs my soul to dream.

I dream I fish for souls of men,
sea water drops the looking glass.
My ship is coming on the tide,
I pray this vessel be my last.
The souls of men shall be my treasure,
of wich I'd fill the cargo hull,
for nothing fills my heart with pleasure
 like fishing for men's souls.

On and on and on I fish,
while the dripping cuts the seam, 
that leaks my mind to other dimensions,
beyond Crystal City's broken dreams.

So, if I fly this world tonight,
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of a rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my heart will keep it's measure,
to the faucet's broken seam, 
to heal the souls tied to this world,
and free my soul that beams.

Bigger fish I'm pleased with,
but it's the smaller ones I rue.
The schools of the smaller ones 
my nets keep passing through.
Finer nets I need I'll need,
 times no cost to me it's true.
Finer nets will catch more souls,
God rest my weary crew.

On, and on, and on I fish,
sea water drops the looking glass.
My ship is sailing with the tide,
I pray this vessel be my last.

So, if I fly this Earth tonight,
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of the rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my mind will see the future,
in the blinking of an eye,
when I've gathered all the lost souls,
before they even die.

Glorious rays of sun shine down.
sea water drops the looking glass.
My ship's a coming on the tide,
a rainbow high above the mast.

So, if I fly this world tonight,
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of a rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my heart will keep it's measure,
to the faucets dripping seam,
and open up other dimensions,
and free my soul that beams.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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


Details | Free verse | |

THE MUSIC MAN

At eases rest, he sits waiting,
The guitarist.
Withered arthritic hands,
Shake now.
His study gaze strains,
To read the noted page.
Thoughts drifting, pondering,
A gentler pace.
Reflections pause, amongst, 
Remembrance still waters.
Life's forgotten rambler, 
Traveling along destiny’s,
Long lost highways.
Castaways absent player, 
In limbos mindless game.
A migrant hobo, 
Leaving reality's seasonal,
Venues behind.
God's harvest lies beyond,
In glories golden fields.
No lyrics express liberation’s,
Abandonment, freedoms release,
From pains well worn shell.
Lifted above griefs, loving kindred,
Peal away regrets many veils,
Layer by layer exposing,
Destiny's beauty in misty hews. 
A new adventure begins,
On horizons, magnificent canvas,
Behold a grand expanse.
A spirit soars, following an
Everlasting light.
It is peace without expression, 
Mankind’s ultimate fulfillment,
And loves final achievement.
Celebrations joy receives salvation's, 
Lost lamb.
In hymens sacred choir he'll join in,
Playing God's gospel, angel's voices,
Are raised in praise.
Strumming at his best, 
Within divinities,
Heavenly band.
Sweet melodies song echoes, 
Beneath stars shinning light.
The music man smiles,
 I've finally come home at last.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Sonnet | |

The Lone Night weaver

Silently he weaves his way through nebulous skies
Traversing the night for his place in the sunshine
Beautiful planet he'd seen once upon a dream,
On his breast rests a rose of Sharon of gold streams.

The ride is rough as he must avoid shooting stars,
Attractive for a time, but mirrored dreams they are,
Their fires soon becoming extinguished, gone black
Meeting their doom in the vacuum of black holes' trap.

Such fatal end becomes a blessing in disguise
He learns he must follow a pattern for safe flight
He draws power from the sun and the earth's moon
Whose lights are constant, a sight he knows not to lose.

At long last, near the moon he finds her, his heaven
Her light turned brightest gold by the rose of Sharon.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 06.07.11


For Francine Roberts' Sonnet contest.


Details | Epic | |

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


Details | Epic | |

Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

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


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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SILENT NIGHT

S ilent night, cold night, frozen the drapes,
I n fog's advent, beryl chrome, winter's finger grips
L ivid network of view-less ether. Laser body
E ncapsulate chill, reproduce serenity, an energetic memory
N ow on shepherds' muse. Brew widened gaze,
T ug at ciliary components to drive in your daze.

N ight of delight, dabble upon us staggering shafts of bliss
I n this way we are Oliver Twist, expectant eyes
G row quivering wits, drawn bar chart, statistician's story 
H istory and bleakness of inequality. But you O Night beeps
T actfully-toy cat, serene not to wake darkly, dawn that sleeps.


For Francine Roberts 'Holiday Acrostic Contest'


Details | Epic | |

Long Way To Go

Introduction: Eyes can be deceiving...So don't give up with a snap because Its only the
beginning. Fight it, ease in your future and make it glow from the gray vicinity.



We exist in an age of shadow,
Shadows that we blindly follow
The moments when we feel so cold,
That is where we need to mold

There are many roads to take,
And judgments to make
No one’s going to make our choice,
It’s something we hold within our voice

At times the path seems to be a dead-end,
That’s the part where everything really extend
We still got a long way to go,
So, don’t stroll out and believe it’s the end


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Christ Upon A Blessing



      *********

A God for all season's
Encompass for only one reason
And that is to re-coup
For the blessings'
That some-how was lost
      ------
Fore on that very day
Christ ascended the Cross
      ------
Oh', yes
Their was a price to pay
And of that portion
It was paid that very day
When the face of baby
Christ Jesus,
Was set on display
As He laid stillness lay
Upon His tomb
      -----
Where non-believers 
Has since not seen Him
To this very day
      ------
While the common people
Simply stood by
Silently as they prayed
     He had gone
Much, much too soon
           - And -
Yet, their was no one there
To witness the affair
When He suddenly
Leaf the room
      ------
For the survival of man-kind
In order that not a single Soul
Be left behind....
He ascended the Heavens'
Where their was no love
Lost to be found
      -----
To be with His Father
Your father and mind
Fore it was His destiny
One of the requirements'
Of the Father of time...      
      ------
And a funny thing happen
It was needless to say
Thank God for eternal life's delay
      ------
Fore Christ of Jesus
A descendent from the Cross
Had paid for our sin
He accepted the cost
      
                GF


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Unto The Valleys Garden

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


Details | Epic | |

The Uprooted Girl

Egypt is where she was once a tormented slave,
Many nights she was beaten into a cold grave,

She would lay for hours in the abyss,
Where she bled from her heart down to her wrist,

Tragically she’d question if there was more to life than this,
And if it was all over would she even be missed,

Then, One night after sobbing, with tears of her own blood,
While marinating her body in murky, soiled mud,

A delicate hand shielded with light,
Reached down and grabbed her with exceptional might,

A force that was brilliant dazzled this young girl,
As she opened her eyes she witnessed an incredible swirl,

That suddenly spiraled up into the gloomy night sky,
Leaving her questioning if what she saw was a lie,

She looked down at her wounds they were suddenly healed,
Then, found herself kneeling in a flourishing field,

"Plucked out of jail,"
She vibrantly hailed,

“Miracles are real
Love is all I can feel.”

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Personification | |

JUXTAPOSED

~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing


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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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SONNET OF POETRY

20 February 2010

Sonnet of Poetry



 
All my thoughts are craving in so gently
Whether sonnet, rhyming, it flows boldly
Picket line of words is so picturesque
Library for epic with its index

Decipherable to relate its soul
Premature to judge but adorable
Luminary to every season rest
A gateway in romance to impart its zest

By its time and expanse it is boundless
Residence for poet and poetess
Admiring lenient style in their write
Originality pouring no trite

Poetry my getaway and refuge
To rest on your lap is such a prestige


7th place to POETRY PANORAMA contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Date:  12/10/2010 12:00:00 AM    
  


Details | Epic | |

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


Details | Ballad | |

Keep Trying

 Im Building my own teepee made from straw Logz 
I try n keep up with my cats but how can I when I cant even trust my own dogz 
I know I have a hard tyme trying to get a simple regular low paying job 
but I shall overcome, I shall rise against all my past tattz and all my ****ing oddz
 I used to be down with the evil d, now Im down with the holy G yeah dats God 
I used to give you nothing Lord now its tyme I start to giving you nodz 
I used to be all about talk, but now cuz of you Lord Im all about walk 
I spit words while I walk through gates locked either bottom or top I still rize till I drop
 I dont stop I shoot guns at fake cops tryna steal my patnaz freedom socks 
but this my life now homie I cant end up lying in chalk 
I walk my talk while I talk my walk through unknown clocks ticking away like my times tock...
 
I running past bumps while Im jumping over dead pits 
I struggle like many, a life of addiction I know its hard to quit 
I just had my first kid....it still hard tryna rize above the past shyt i did....
 I done placed my rez life betz...I done already placed my lifetyme bid 
I cant lie I still smoke n drink but the alcohol from my life rite now like many I struggle to rid
 I try n cover up shyt but how can I cover up tattoos Lord they come without a lid
 everymorn it feels as if I awake to a life full of crap leaving me lil tyme to give a shyt
 but thats life Lord I know now thats how we deal n what we MAKE OF IT 


Details | Couplet | |

Cactus Heart

You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot


Details | Free verse | |

THE AMAZON

Invisible figures moving in the mists of time,
Hidden female phantoms, masters of the wilderness
Wild, blending in as chameleons, they are the unseen.
Legend's cryptic tribe. 
Maidens veiled beneath mysteries coverlet’s of beauty,
Vanishing, as if a vapors mystic dream, created by ancient
Historic mythology.
But nay the Amazons, were fierce fighting warriors,
Battle hardened women, whom lived by the basic instincts.
Of survival and honor.
Unbridled by the whims of society, no chains bondage,
Could restrain their desire to be free from mans law.
Liberation's winds moistened their lips, and inflated
The lungs of these warrior women.
Nomads raised on the theology, that man are inferior creatures,
To be used as beasts of burden, or at leisure’s pleasure, 
Nothing more. 
Skilled in the art of war, renowned for courage’s
Unyielding voracity, armored maidens of legend,
And for raw endurance’s strength of will.
Blow the golden horn of victory's challenge,
As the ancient archer thus thread's her bow,
In anticipation of the battle to begin. 
Drawn swords at the ready, do you not
Hear their ancestral cry to arms, take
No prisoners alive.
Shield maidens whom answer to know man,
But only the Gods themselves,
Behold they are the Amazons.
Shoulder to shoulder, and back to back,
Shields raised glistening in the sun.
The battle lines are drawn in history,
A fierce fighting force by all accounts
Renowned, to legacy's ancient passage,
For all women to be proud of generations
Forward to come, remember their battle hymn.
Freedom sisters, can you not taste it's
Flavor of liberation, carried on destiny's
Four winds, I'll raise my cup in tributes
Honor unto them, known as the Amazons.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



 


 


 



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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Couplet | |

Gold Fish and The Frog

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Understand yourself to understand me

I know who I am and love me even more… ripened like the finest wine never pop my cork.
I love harmony and don’t mean a tune, but a life from harmonious view.
I don’t tolerate the devils dirty work disguised to hide the shallow blue….
Looking like the sandy blue seas once hitting the coast with such beauty, but once unhidden is 
truly a Tsunami.  God utilizes my time more wisely.
 I am God’s special gift, so I feel sorry for you if you choose me to mess with.
To mess with me is to harm yourself stop trying to understand and understand yourself. 
Understand God lives and shines through me... do you now understand me, now try to 
understand yourself.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

LEADERSHIP WITHOUT LOVE

three times our Lord Jesus to Simon Peter He did plea
do you love me ? do you love me? do you love me? feed my sheep
today the quality of those in leadership roles
has gotten lax and somewhat out of control
when I look at some of the black churches I am appalled
that they're not truly houses of worship they've become mating halls
dressing to impress, being seen and handing out business cards
all kinds of activities that don't line up with the word of God
leadership without love, leadership without godly respect 
it's no wonder that true worshipers of these places they do reject

to be in a role of leadership in the house of God
is to have a love for Him entrenched in your heart
but first you need to know how to Him communicate
to openly pray and speak to Him on a level that's intimate
for if you can't talk to God how will He know what's in your heart?
second a position of leadership should not be for sale
if you let someone buy in you'll have compromised and then 
you all might wind up in hell

it's not easy to be a leader in the church if you don't have true love for Christ
as much will be required of you as you're now a servant for life
feed my flock, tend my sheep, give my people the daily bread
Jesus said to Simon Peter for by the Holy Spirit they will be fed
do you love me? do you love me? do you love me? three times our Savior asked
for leadership without love will be a daunting and unfulfilled task
some in leadership roles  have forgotten why they were called
they've allowed worldly influences to come in which caused them to stumble and fall
they think that titles, positions and status in the church means
that they're above the Pastor and the members and can say and do anything
compassion and understanding with a godly intent
is not what they portray in how they respond and comment
they display no love for their fellow servants  they treat them with disdain
and you wonder why many leave the church for a true worshiper can not remain

to be a leader in the church is to be a loving servant of Christ
for leadership without love is not what Jesus sacrificed
Jesus loved us so much He was willing to wash our feet
Jesus loved us so much there was no sinner He wouldn't meet
with humility, compassion and all that God to Him did give
He gave His life as a sacrifice so that holy we now may live
leadership without love is a slap in the face to Jesus the Christ
for leadership without love wherein is the sacrifice?


Details | Blank verse | |

Master Slave

Live as others see,                                                                                                  
just what it is we do
Uncomplicated so to speak,
Superficial surface, simple rules
unfolding actions
Genuflecting before the holy altar
Or living the life provided
But there is the backgrounder
The arbiter, arbitrator of who we are
Giving opinions, comments
On every lasting moment
Final liable depending on circumstances
That we don’t necessarily agree to see
Directs us to those actions
might puzzle even on lookers
The final ruler, the master slave
Who lives deep down, lives so far down
No one knows from country which
Only guess at his (hers) presence
Involved in more, much more 
Then you would ever guess
Smoke reveals flame, spring needs rain
The presence shapes the flowing current
And talks tales to the tiller,
A stronger voice when seas’ in turmoil
Surprisingly directed seemingly                                                                        
unthoughtful  actions
To those who stand and stare
Surprising mostly to ourselves
Unfamiliar with the master slave
Who lives so far below.


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no battle,no glory

With every breath
there's an abounding grace,
with every moment
an appointed place,
with every hope
there is a fear to face,
with every race
there is a certain pace.

there is no trial
if there is no attempt,
there is no rise
if there was no descent,
and where opposition
is often met,
there is the place
our efforts be well spent.
Without such resistance
no man can become stronger
for he has not learnt how to stand
much less knows he how to conquer.

so whenever faced with times like these
let the thought your spirit please
that you wouldnt be where you are
if you never crossed rough seas.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Didactic | |

A FORMULA FOR LIFE

life is a mystery to be lived and not a problem to be solved
for life as we experience it moves from easy to hard
if you look back to your younger days you will discover
that as you've matured some of the mystery of life has been uncovered
you have come to understand why your parents had all those rules and stipulations
now as an adult dealing with the bills and the kids you understand the complications

If you look at the terrible circumstances happening in the Gulf of Mexico
where the Oil Industry worked without less governmental control
"drill baby drill" is what the Tea party and Republicans ranted about
now facing one of the biggest disasters its at the President whom they now shout
those individuals who wanted less Big Government rules and regulations
are now demanding that Big Government fix this horrible situation

The Bible tells us that we should in God place all of our trust
for He is the omnipotent source that created us
for us not to lean towards our own understanding
but to follow the formula for life that God is commanding

God made a perfect world that humans keeps trying to remake
we've let the sin of greed take us over which results in big mistakes
we need to understand that there is no other force nor any other foundation
that has the power or the fortitude to deal with all of life's situations

The formula for living is to let go and let God
trust in him and allow Him to take control of our minds and hearts
the formula for living is to take to God in prayer
and then let the will of God direct our behavior
we need to profess it and confess it
we need to address it and then let God bless it

So develop a relationship with God and always included Him in the mix
seek His wisdom and wise counsel for there is nothing He can't fix
the formula for living, the formula for life
is before you do anything make sure it's been blessed by the Lord Christ


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A VICTORY FOR A VISIONARY

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

What Will We Tell Our Grandchildren

In years to come as we talk to our grandchildren, I hope that we all can say, I remember when SARS arrived, the worry, the concern that troubled day. A fellow Infection Control Practitioner confided that “I feel so all alone, We’re dealing with a disease, how it is spread, is really unknown.” While listening to a teleconference, I ached as I heard a physician weep, Describing the loss of a friend, the rising cases, the worry, no sleep. We prepared for a Pandemic; we thought it would be the Flu, But it was an emerging virus,never before seen, entirely new. We looked to our close knit network, ICPs and physicians alike, All working madly in an effort to win this unprecedented fight. Even while those amongst us, some quarantined and one down, Continued to search out answers, sometimes not easily found. Never before in our experience have we been dealt with such a threat, This is no “mock scenario” and there are no standards that can be met. The staff say to me “We look to you as a weathervane to gauge our fear, If you look in control, we become settled and appreciate you are near. You come to the unit, walking calmly with clipboard and papers in arm, We congregate around you to calm our fears and reduce the alarm. Answering our questions honestly and listening to our concern, You decipher the directives so we call can begin to learn, To protect ourselves from harm we have to always comply, But wearing the apparel is so uncomfortable, we cannot lie. The goggles fog up; the masks are hot and really hurt our skin, Our nose is red, our hands are dry but not complying is no longer just a sin, A moment of fatigue, a minute of stress and too much hurry, Could lead to infection, even death...such pressure, such worry.” So we must all lean on each other and discuss what we will say, Because remember, they are looking to us to direct and lead the way. Methodically and carefully we will manage this disease, We don’t have all the answers yet, but I believe we hold the keys. So day after day, we will review what we instruct others to do, Revising and reviewing directives, so improvements will ensue. SARS has changed the face of medicine and how we care for the ill, But if any group can do it, I know the Infection Control people will. So we must stand together, support and help each other through, So we can say to our grandchildren, it was a disease that we once knew. This is my favourite poem, written during Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome outbreak in Canada.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

MEDUSA


Amongst myths and legends shadow realm,
Dwells an ancient evil.
Beneath temples walls, and shattered ruins,
Beware mortals of what lies within the,
Burnt offerings wreckage.
In a hushed stilled silence, a figure lingers,
On the outer edges farthest fringes,
In the dark recess of humanity's night terror,
Lurks a demon a demonic priestess,
Called Medusa.
Reptilians fork tongue of darkness’s,
Grand design,
Listen not be deaf to her sweet melodies
Enchantment.
She slithers side by side as a rattle snake,
Moving in for its killing strike.
A hooded cobra lies behind emerald green eyes,
Laughing with sheer fiendish delights pleasure.
Deadliest of Lucifer's mistresses, she alone.
Waits for her next victim to enter,
This dead mans trap.
Frozen in that last tangible moment of existence,
Life depictions stone guardians, seemingly alive are
Poised in eerie poses.
Cement warriors with swords drawn and
Shields raised remain in battles stance.
A chilling realization is fears last expression,
Daring fools whom see death's reflection
Staring right back at them in the dark.
Fleshes accursed immortalized within
These statues of stone.
Fortune does not favor the foolhardy,
It punishes them by tortuous means.
A doubled edge blade placed in mortal,
Hands does not always yield a hero, or
Conqueror.
Step ever so lightly, keep all weapons,
Close at hand.
Heroic deeds deny you this adventurous tail.
For in the hollows depth no spirit escapes,
In her garden most evil,
Beware the wrath of Medusa.


BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN











Details | Verse | |

The Right

People ask me,
Why do I write?
And I tell them,
Because I have the right!

The right to chase a dream that no one else will.
The right to make the world stand still--
To listen to my words of freedom.
My dream is to change the world.

Laugh if you want,
It's to be expected.
Martin Luther had a dream and he was neglected,
Beaten,
And Broken.
But he chased his dream and his people united,
And I will do the same and open the eyes of the blinded.
I will unite the world from every continent.
Making everyone hold hands with the content--
Of their hearts...
This is my right!

People tell me it's impossible.
I don't care,
That's not the point.
If everyone thought that a black president would not be appointed.
I have to try because if not me,
Then who else?
I see now how Nelson Mandela felt.
I will travel the world spreading my message.
Giving people the hope that should be expected.
And I will start in this room,
And then move on to the next.
Till everyone in this city knows my text.
This is my right!


Details | Free verse | |

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 ANGEL OF INNOCENCE

Kneeling before his holy throne, blessed is she this angel of innocence,
In clarity’s eyes of divine faith, the child of God smiles with devotions
Purity.
With the fullest of hearts love, she sings as soft as the morning dove,
Praising the lords name on the heights divide, amongst the stars,
And light of the first mornings rays, which touch the vast
Everlasting skies of heaven.
Perfections wings to flight, she soars lifted upon spiritual currents
Of prayer and merciful grace.
Extended white feathers of ivory silk are softly kissed by,
 The heavenly fathers spirit, for she is child of light itself
Warmed beneath the glow of the divine shinning of God.
Himself.
Spiritualism gift lives within this angel of mercy, whom
Stands on the righteous side of the Almighty’s right hand,
A blessings promise of the dawning soon to come, of an age
Of enlightenment for mankind.
Oh greatest beauty is glory’s kindred, setting free the
Miracle from the vaults of heaven, a white dove of peace,
Shinning amongst the blackened night vial, exposing the
Diamond stars of the universe, which blinks in wonders 
Amazement at the Lords treasured angel of innocence.
Sing does the Lords heavenly chorus in melodies
Harmony unto the graceful figure of humility for
She is innocence personification of perfection gift
Of love from the power on the most high.
Praising his name, with both hands locked together in
Prayer and faith beyond mortal’s comprehension.
In the light aglow of the everlasting, she does soar,
Waiting for the beckoning voice that calls to her
Inner soul, come my dearest child of innocence
It is time for you to come home, and be embraced
Beneath my wings of divine grace, until the world
Of man is ready for thee.
At the night so fades this angel of the mericiful heeds
The Lords calling, and rests until the eve of her 
Great awakening, then shall mankind open their blind
Eyes at last to behold and know the Lord’s love,
As the angel of innocence soars once more
Amongst the divine stars unto freedom’s passage.
Smiling in faith’s ultimate state of grace.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN






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THE ICE BUTTERFLY

What lives in moisture's molecules, water crystals dripping 
Downwards, frozen tears of the winter angels, forming a
Crystalline ice cocoon, within life's angelic essence thrives,
A metamorphism of beauties extreme, bursting forth
Behold the ice butterfly.
Sliver's sheer wings of delicate perfection, fluttering on a
Wintery November breeze, spreading flights appendages wide,
It captures the arctic currents beneath, soaring through the
Thickets barren wilderness.
Angelic creatures whirling majestically, a swirling swarm
Of fragility, symmetrical elegance in motion, reflective
Chambers of crystal light, the colors palate array, are trapped,
Within their graceful wings of ice.
Nature's magnificent work of art, flying aloft ever so
Gently, nipping at the frosty lace floating from heaven,
A cascading blizzard of snowflakes,  blissfully descends
Upon a wintery wonderland.
Living icicles glittering in the cold sunset, set free 
Unto liberation's crisp chilly air, light as feather’s
Down, soaring flit to flights ascension, circling each
Other in wild abandonment’s carefree play, drifters
Castaways lost amongst kindred's mischief.
As tenderly lain is the mornings dew, does it's
Limbs rise and fall thus softly, resting at a stands stilled
Pause, such beauty captured in silence's repose.
The Aurora Borealis, in kaleidoscope a shimmering
Prism of brilliance, sparkling with winter's natural
Essence, purified by the temperatures frigidity. 
Shine little ice butterfly, for soon life's ice-kissed
Spell, shall be broken by the first warming breath
Of spring, enchantments flutter bug, inspiration's
Muse, melts away at the thaws ember, revealing
The evergreen beneath the powders white.






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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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A Saga Awaits You

The crowd pushes as your soul pulls,
You along your path to obscurity,
Where the light is engulfed,
By the clouds of eternity...

Timidly you lag behind,
Lost in the eddies of time,
And slowly you trudge,
To the same old grind...

But for the one who sees,
Dreams in splendored color,
The seeker holds the keys,
As one searches for the other...

Sparks of desire flood your mind,
While the cold dark streets glow,
From burnt embers lost in time,
And mounds of dashed hopes below...

You thrash and flail in utter desperation,
And you need that which can not be known,
Unless one is seasoned by your imagination,
When the dream is passed and the hope is grown...
Then it comes to you in a flash,
Love must be shared to exist,
So to others your hope is passed,
And your light escapes the mist...

The seeker surveys the vast multitude,
To find the source of the light,
Where the gift of hope was shared and grew,
Piercing the thin veil of night...

And to these dreamers is dared,
A glimpse of wisdom anew,
For you who love and share,
A saga awaits you...

Prepare to finally see,
The source for finding purpose,
In all that you do and can be,
Lies in what you can do for us... 

For selfish deeds trap us, 
And kindness offers you much more,
Once you apply this to practice,
Blinding light will pour forth...

And as the secret is shared,
Love rekindles the awakenings,
Among all those lost and scared,
Wonder and awe the new day brings...

Remember the grandness of this tale,
The next time you find yourself lost,
For what you offer is the holy grail,
So much hope... for so little cost!

My Gull Wheels On!


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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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THE SNOW WOLVES

Against the pale October Moon, a lone howling cuts
Through the chill of the winter’s night, gleaming yellow
Green eyes flash in the forests wilderness wild.
Sleek mystic swift of feet, white powder chameleons,
Living by the creed of basic instinctual desire to survive,
In this harsh environment of the Rocky Mountains.
By the flight of the morning blue jay, spooked from his
Perches vantage point on high, the pack hunts in the
Deep valleys thickening glen.
Snow wolves on the prowl, seeking freedoms liberation
By tooth and claw, but these are beasts of the free spirit,
Out laws nomads, wondering where the restless heart so
Leads them.
Beguiling creatures of beauty, representing the raw
Force of power of the untamed soul, roughed individuals,
Stalkers of the ice and snow.
Spiritual brethren to the tribal Indians are these
Sacred guardians of the great spirits creation, darned
With mutual respect and admiration honor, let them
Roam freedom’s path forever.
Symbolic warriors under the skin and fur, does the animal
Run beside the human hidden within the shadow realm of realism.
Echoing in the distance, with a chilling presence that
Crawls up the neck bone of mankind, announcing,
Erriely, of the hunger driving them in silence.
Nature’s selectors, weaving the weak from the strong,
Legacies ancestral brave, soldiers of canines pack,
Living on the edge of extinction mighty wrath.
But looking into the eyes of the beast, one can only
See the beauty of a wild creature, whom wishes to remain
As he was born to be, simply put FREE!!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


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My Notebook

Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper 
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest… 
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely

Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  

I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…

But, you’re like no other . . .

You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool – 
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool 
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…

I’m writing words of truth though – 
Expressing how much I’m fond of you 

I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time 

At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you

You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate 
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess 
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…

Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  

When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book


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LIGHTENING IN A BOTTLE

Run, jump and frolic with childhood abandonment,
Grab down, that dusty old mason jar, recapture
The lightening in the bottle, of yesteryear’s remembrance.
Refresh one's youthful heart, in the memories evergreen
Pastures called imagination.
In the meadows of human thought, all remain young,
Release thy inner spiritual being, race the wind,
Feel it's liberation, brushing against your face once more.
Time stands still here, within this field of dreams,
The eye of the hurricane is set aside,
 Within this lulling of the life's stormy seas,
Reality ceases to exist, in this fairytale never land.
Shed every layers aged texture, be as one reborn,
A kindred reflection of the child of innocence, lying
Within thy inner self.
Relive pleasure's laughter from long ago, when troubles
Were unknown, only glee and happiness lived in our
Realm of true joy.
Let the pain of heartache float away, as bubbles drifting
From the palm of your hands, than popping
 Unto air's nothingness.
Come recapture the lightening within the bottle,
Chasing those glowing ageless memories, and relive
A lighter time in your life, infuse one's youth again,
Entrap that fragile spark, in a glass mason jar,
A delicate tinder box, flickering within all of us,
Whom wish to stay forever young.
Shatter that thin pain between these worlds,
Keep the youthful fire burning, let it shine through,
In all it's brilliance to touch all those surrounding thee,
Enlightening every heart around you, embracing them
And enriching their lives.
Oh what harmonious music lies in  a child's laughter,
So free, so liberated, without cares restrictions,
Look into the beautiful eyes of the kindred, and remember.
A time when one chased the fireflies, in a timeless meadow 
Of thought, run, jump and frolic with childhood abandonment,
Once more, and feel alive reborn.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





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Goodbye for Now

large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks                                                       
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up                                                                            till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand                                                  
parked together like defenseless tadpoles, 
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,                                            
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.                                                   
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history                                                        
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky                                                         
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats                                                                  
who love the companionship                                           
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics                                                          
and assorted beasts of the mind                                                         
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority                                                   
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.                                                
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something                                      
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!                                                       
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.


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MERMAIDS

From beneath foam and spray, where the
Sun light never penetrates, in fathom's chilly forbidden
Realm lies a kingdom of golden coral reefs.
Poseidon’s children of the murky depths dwell, in liberation's
Untamed wilderness of the unknown.
Mermaids and mermen living in this aquatic domain,
Of the evergreen's seaweed jungle, a lost paradise
Hidden under the big blues stormy seas.
Titan's sons and daughters, freedom’s enlightened
Spiritual unbound souls, rejoice in essences elegance,
In these sacred waters of the bluest deep.
Swimming acrobate of the brimmy mists, enchantments
Beguiling sirens sing an ancient mystical tones lullaby,
Tempting the land dwellers. to cast aside their earthen
Tethers, daring them to plunge under the tidal surf.
To death’s splendor of silence, and yet for one moment’s
Single breath held, to experience the ultimate beauty, 
Known only to these creatures of the immortal deep.
In purity's crystal clear thoughts, uncluttered by the ideas
Of humanity, instinctual beings living completely without
Boundaries restrictions.
Loving spirits, children of joys innocence, reveling
In exhilaration secret garden, in this timeless bubble,
Beneath theses mystic waves of blue.
Behold the natural wonder called the great barrier reef,
Where creatures of myth, playfully frolic, in a tag team
Match of hide and go seek, weaving, dodging through
A seaweed forest of tidal riptides divides.
Sleek mere creatures of the oceans
Tidal tribes, banding together to survive.
Dancing in sequence with the waves turning motions.
Singing forgotten songs in tender under tones,
Sweet melodies to one another.
Beauty in contrast in such wondrous currents
Of mythology.
Do they really exist who knows, but in the soul of
Wonderment, I believe they do, these the mermaids,
Of the deepest blue.





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My Flame

Two tonnes press on my heart,
To me a great load,
A weight that set the world apart
The weight fell and caused a spark and it glowed!

So now I am Different 
Completely Unique,
Free from Imprisonment 
Completely set free.

And with this heart set afire 
And the weight obliterated
Nothing to hard,or to dire
Because now my worries are exterminated!

But soon one day came a traveling breeze
And put out my brightened flame.
But I blew on it and Said "Please-
The more you try the more my heart stays the same!"


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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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Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


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THE ICE ANGEL

What happens to the angel figure, that we make
In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away
Forgotten beneath the October moon?
Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed,
By the laughter of innocence children, and graced
With joys utter bliss of happiness.
It's been given a life spark, a gift from the angelic
Spirits on high, illuminated by a polar glow above,
And low behold the birthing of an ice angel..
Under the hushed spell of midnight, amongst the
Diamond dust fields of winter, the fluttering
Of shadow wings can be heard.
Sheer to the light of ebony’s opulence, the blackened
Figure stirs within her shallow grave, to emerge as
A glistening specter of flights ascension.
Thinned glittering gems sprinkled by faiths devotion,
Are these appendages made of snow mists.
Shifting with beauty, she soars to the kingdom of the lord.
Reflected in the sunlight these ice wing chambers do shine,
Capturing the colors of the rainbow, exploding, bursting with
Each appendages flapping, climbing through the vastness of
The heights, does not the warmth of the sun, embrace these
Creatures of ice and snow, and so do they melt with sorrows
Regrets, becoming heavens tear drops of frozen lace.
Fractured shards of crystalline endities, whom almost touch
The face of grace itself, yet none returning unto the earth below,
As sleets crushed dreams of winter, thus this icy cycle of life
Continues ever more.
What happens to the angel figure, that we make
In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away
Forgotten beneath the October moon?
Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed,
By the laughter of innocence children, and graced
With joys utter bliss of happiness.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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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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The Devils Advocate II




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

      ------

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

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

              GF


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wasted my time

No curse words allowed
are you confused, lost, ignorant
you are no artist, you have shunned art
and its true purpose
what is art? but an expression
the low and vile are the most potent
Did you forget, Emerson The Poet
He would call you "selfish and sensual"
"an umpire of taste"
"proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty"
in a world of suffering, of loss
Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park
you, in your confusion, hide in the dark
hide any truths of pain and suffering
and by doing so you have lost your soul
You are only half a person
art is an expression of life and its hidden
what is in a word? something to hide from?
something to fear? to censor? to fight?
are you that ashamed of language?
honesty? expressions of shame?
You are no poet, no artist
you are no immortal, 
of course you are so cowardly and weak
you will hide from me, censor me,
avoid the truth, lie to the world
if you cant stomach a curse word
then you cant handle me 
any immortal would crush you
and leave you wounded
truly contemplating your life
breaking you open, forcing you alive
then, maybe then, you will have an emotion,
worthy of expression into art. 
but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt
You may just use a curse word


Details | Light Poetry | |

Armageddon Love Of Destruction

As I walk through the blaze I slowly lay upon my grave, as your love incinerates. I embrace your selfishness and your hate without resistance. My love so true and permanent. Forever loving you is a blessing forever lasting. Armageddon of love destruction, I'm in possession of love indigestion. True sacrifice an offering, for you to relinquish the evil of satan forces. I will perform this, apocalypse of mass destruction. My inspiration of your last kiss intoxication of unhappiness I slip into bliss, from the lack of your interest and broken promises. As I say goodbye thee angels cry I cease to exist, one last breath I perish.


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Alliteration | |

Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


Details | Didactic | |

Realm of Reality

Introduction: Life is a mystery with many ups and downs throughout the journey. The
journey filled with thoughts of tranquility and turmoil. But the perfect sensation is the
time when you get to feel closer to your Almighty, the one who understands you the best,
your closest friend, your hope and light, your solution to every problem, The mystery you
came to life to solve and to believe in.
Even in the happiest and the saddest moments, He is always there when you need Him.




Right now I am, thinking what to write
Holding my pen, it’s almost midnight,
I’m truly out of words, to express my whole life,
It’s so absurd, cut all pain through a knife
And I wish I could feel, Your presence in my soul
I know that You know, what I am going through
And I’m not sure I believe, unless I really feel
But I know when You’re not there, so I pray to feel You near

Now I can see, what this life is about
Now I do know, I’m too lost without,
Diamond in the rough, that’s what I was
But now I’m reborn by the shower of Your bliss
I’d die to satisfy, I’d do everything I can,
No matter how tough, after all I’m a man
I won’t fall apart, You’re always in my heart
I’d swim oceans and more, only to be Your friend

This undying grace of Your creation,
Time and space, more than perfection
You’ve opened my eyes and showed me the truth
You’ve blessed peace to my soul; I know what’s my role
I see two key coins, one black and one white
And all I have to join, the one with your light
Life is as it is, we make it our own
Hard or easy, full or alone

Everything grows, as they all involve
With the rose you put down, to show us what’s love
I wake up early, to see Your beauty,
Throughout the morning sun, I feel complete and done,
I drive all the way and see my problems solved,
By Your love from above, I stand still so firm
Everything I do, everywhere I go,
Every moment I breathe, I remind myself of You…my Almighty.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Doors Will Open

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry could rhyme or end up like prose

Doors will open, doors will close
Life is hard, life is easy – everyone knows

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry is dark…poetry is light – every word flows

Doors will open, doors will close
Death is kind…death is cruel – life has its highs and lows 

Doors will close, doors will open
Life is tiresome…life gives you adrenalin 

Doors will close, doors will open  
Poetry could be lovely…or gloomy; invite positivity in 

Doors will close, doors will open
Death is troubling…death is peaceful…a new life shall begin 

Doors will close, doors will open
Poetry is depressing…poetry is uplifting…
Writing’s a success from deep within
That everyone wants to win!! 

Doors will open
Everyone – come on in! 


Details | Epic | |

Seeking The Darkness

Vermilion intensity fires up in the spirit of the monster. The ashes of the dark one are spread on the killer’s face. Swiftly the slayer slices into the skull of the weak all around him. In triumph the quick witted savant bursts in a hailstorm of dark, cold, heartless laughter. Cunningly the creature leaps bounds above the smoke now rising in the cave. Viciously wolves snap at him as he sends a cascade of pyrite on their heads. Piously he violently surges into the rock face; this act creates a mighty plume of smoke. Flames lick at his feet as he ascends into the night sky. With a powerful roar the volcano erupts but he is long gone on a raft in the murky sea. The dark lord looks back at a destroyed home he is now free of, sadness is in his heart and he mourns the lost family. Silently to himself he hopes the sun will rise to bring about his demise. The cruel reality is his power means the light of the sun can never end him. With a blood curdling scream he plunges into the deep shadow woven sea. Now he invokes a deep slumber. Truly his life is such a catastrophic blunder. His nefarious arctic spirit is all asunder. Perhaps it is the season of darkness he now seeks. Perhaps it is time for the mighty dark lord to descend into the Abyss. Darkness take the master...


Details | Haiku | |

God's Discipline

God's criticism towards our life 
Is like a father-&-son relationship
-- he disciplines us well with peace


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Arachne

Lustrous  black  hangs  over  pale  skin
Gleaming  green  under  deities  sight
Wheeling  toes  transfer  lanolin
Watchers  skill  shadows  this  neophyte
Who's  damning  dexterity  draws  in  
The  old  woman  watching  weaving
Whispering  advice  to  halt  spokes
But  fibrous  boasts  offend  mountain
War  horns  sound  an  electric  warning
Arachne's eyes  roll  with  faster  strokes

Athena  whets  sharp  javelin
Circling  pressure  spills  lymphocyte
An  emerald  eyed  grimalkin
Issuing  challenge  instead  of  a  fight
To  save  face  in  front  of  kin
Anxiously  she  begins  fabricating
Charring  wood,  wisping  smoke
Arachne  remembers  old  sin
Clean  fingers  start  recording
Twenty  one  episodes  to  provoke

Woven  lust  impregnates  linen
Details  capture  birthright
Divine  lashes  flicker,  flecking  venin
Mortal  legs  levitate,  threads  snap  and  choke
Defiant  victory  from  the  coffin
Punished  and  reborn  with  aconite
To  appease  her  guilt  for  relaxed  reign
Arachne  is  transformed  and  hanging
Always  spinning;  a  masterstroke


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Set Me Free

Like an animal im locked away in this cage,
Standing in the middle of this stage,
With chains all over my soul trying to break free,
The feeling is to painful like a feeling from a thorned tree. 

I scream out at the top of my lungs,
Set me free, of the chains that are holding me with evil tongues. 
Living with my soul being captured, feels like im dead,
Pulling and taring these chains from my soul only hurts my head.

I finally fall to my knees and cry out,
I reach my hand out to God, apologizing for getting caught.
He forgives me like he always does and breaks these chains that im held by,
Now I can walk with a smile on my face and not wanting to die.


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Light Poetry | |

Eyeball on Fifty Something

Despite the wealth of creams applied Old Father Time won't be denied And as that watershed appears I can't complain at fifty years Though just one thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! The years drift by and eyes grow dim The fight to keep the body trim It really is a bitter pill They say from now it's all down hill You'll understand then when I say Just let me throw those specs away! Fountain of youth it runneth dry And sight recedeth in my eye No cup of bounty runneth over No wonder; I'm one more year older And still the thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! But wait, I think I've seen the light Illuminating, out of sight No more my hopes and dreams for nought There is a way if I can sort The thing for which I daily pray: To throw those blessed specs away! Tt's thanks to innovations new I'll soon be known as "Chic Cool Sue” I owe it all to new technology To change my world of Ophthamology So now with certainty I say Just throw those blessed specs away! Today's the day I must be mental Why didn't I opt for sentimental? A Chinese, or a shopping spree I might have missed ‘Buy Get one Free’ But always it was what I'd pray To throw those blessed specs away! What have I done, my friends were right I'm in a mess, I'm numb with fright I had a dream, ‘twas “ Handy Andy" Promising a job just dandy He said "Ill do it cheap today". I’ve changed my mind; the specs can stay. But, No! I've courage I’ll go on I'm not a quitter, I'll be strong I may wake full of blurred confusion Wondering if it's just illusion Or really is that epic day I finally throw my specs away!


Details | Epic | |

A walk to the Cross

When Jesus walked to Calvary,
He fell many times along the way,
His heavy load caused Him to stumble,
Are we too proud to be so humble?

Our life is our walk to Calvary,
We also will fall along the way,
Our load is worry, fear and hate,
Do we deserve to reach the Golden Gate?

All His life Jesus did nought but good,
We would do the same if only we could,
If only we could embrace His way,
Our faith would grow stronger each passing day.

For forty days in the wilderness,
Satan watched to see Him transgress,
He never did, to His Father he was true,
Oh; this could happen to me and to you.

God loves us so much, that He gave up His son,
Who died for us in a terrible way,
Our sins, on His back, he bore that day,
God couldn't watch, He turned away.

Jesus died and was laid in a tomb of stone,
For three days He lay there but not alone, 
Angels watched o'er Him day and night
On the third day the stone was rolled away.

Jesus was risen on that Easter morn'
His grave clothes were left for all to see,
Death was defeated and Satan cried,
I have been beaten, my prize denied.

What Jesus did all those centuries past,
Was to set us free from his clutches at last.
Now we can live our lives the Jesus way,
The Cross stands forever, pointing the way.

Now, Satan can test us, try all he might,
But Jesus protects us, both day and night,
Satan will always be there on our shoulder,
But Jesus' love just makes us bolder.

I don't know about you, but as for me,
I'll take my walk to Calvary,
I'll bear the scars of Satan's attack,
But I'll be ready when Jesus comes back.

© Dave Timperley 2012



Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Feel Like Ending Everything


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


Details | Epic | |

SET ON FIRE

we cannot pinpoint the day nor time when God created all that we see
but we know when fire was introduced as a part of mankind's destiny
fire gave birth to many things it's a blessing and a burden as well
it has many good properties but it also burns in hell
that which has the most potential for good has the most potential for evil too
but as long as we don't abuse fire it's Godly purpose will stay true

now Pentacost was the day when all men were on one accord
a Feast of the Harvest to celebrate the goodness of the Lord
on that day a mighty wind rushed over everyone
and all were set on fire by the Holy Spirit of the Heavenly Son
the Holy Spirit is the comforter and the essence of God's kind
the Holy Spirit is the presence of God that soothes our troubled minds

set on fire a burning bush was what Moses did see
in the presence of God awaiting direction for Israels' destiny
set on fire those three young Jewish men when into an inferno they were thrown
for refusing to bow down to any other only to the God that they had known
set on fire to remove the dross and impurities in life
set on fire by the Holy Spirit of Our Lord Jesus the Christ

baptism by fire to be purified by the spirit of the  Lord
like on the day of Pentacost when all were on one accord
to be cleansed of all anger, all hurt, all bitterness and all of the pain
now filled with the Holy Spirit energized and enlightened in Jesus' name
an internal combustion has occured for from within you've been set on fire
a new passion has erupted for by the Spirit you've been inspired

now powered by the Holy Spirit infused with the octane that is Jesus Christ
set on fire with the need to live a more Godly life
Pentacost the day when all felt the presence of the Holy Lord
set on fire speaking in tongue yet all were on one accord


Details | Rhyme | |

Rowdy Racecar

ZOOOOOOOMING speedily…
Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume 
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans

Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards 
Racecar drives fast and furiously 
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss  

Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!

Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins 
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction 
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!

Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!! 
The moment is ever so precious!

Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??


Details | Epic | |

My Motherland, My Joy and Happiness

1st October 1960
It was the birth of a giant
She got her freedom from the ‘white man’
She was liberated from their control
She became independent
And she gained her sovereignty.

1st October 1960
It was the birth of a heroine
Love surfaced from the planet earth
Happiness echoed like a thunderbolt
Joy rang like bells chiming
In honour of her birth.

With great energy and strength
Our forefathers fought for her freedom
With all sweats and blood
They battled for her liberation
With all mental and emotional ability
They engaged with the colonists
With every physical and academic capability
They confronted the colonial masters
And there energy and strength;
Sweats and blood;
Labour and zealousness
Gave her the freedom she deserved.

The freedom came with peace and love;
The love for unity; the fervor for diversity
But after five decades of her freedom
The love is gone
She has been stripped of love
By these ‘predators’ in human skin
She weeps everyday like a virgin
Raped under the desert’s hot sun
Her future is bleak
Her only hope: OIL will soon cease
She moans everyday for help
But no one listens
She gets no help
But rather repeated torture.

We claim to be civilized now;
More united and advanced
But there can’t be anything
Like that first love!

The universe will make us barmy
Posterity will judge us harshly
With great pains and whips
We shall continue to live in this planet
Our cries will be greeted with sadness
Instead of joy and happiness
Unless we do something!

I’ve chosen to do something
To speak for her
To stand for her
That’s because I still believe in her
I’m fortunate that I was born in her
I loved her; I still love her;
And will always love her
For what she is and what she does
She’s my motherland;
And she brings joy and happiness.

© 


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

THE DRAGON

I am the breath of hells fire, breathing down the neck of humanity.
The unnamed death, striking fear within your ancient night mares.
A winged demon, biting at the back of the wind Gods themselves.
Mankind's tormentor by flame and earthquake, a creature spawned
Within volcanic lava, and woven spells cast by a wizards anger.
My hearts desire, is greed's lust, for a rich mans passion, a golden horde,
To touch it, is to bring deaths assurance, for it is mine, and mine alone.
A moon spirit of illusion, I seek thee, fleshes feast, by twilight's
Blackened hour, I so hunt, raw satisfactions carnal pleasures.
The righteous knight, kneels before his king, claiming victory or death,
In my hollows cave, many trophies of these men have I, as bloody
Souvenirs, shield reminders of nobility fallen.
Am I a myth, or just a legend, test fact to fiction, come if you dare,
Within my chambers lair, I'll show thee reality, by tooth and claw.
Beware mortal, for I have out lived many of your kind, and shall
Remain thus eternal.
For as long as hatred, and malice exist, so will my kindred thrive,
Amongst thy species.
Awaken me from my slumber, and know true pains reclamation, 
Salvation's damnation, is to rue this day's sun rising, for you shall
Burn in it's embers crimson light.
Let the mountains crumble, seas swallowed by the oceans,
Behold the dragon remains alive, so am I the infinite divide,
A tidal wave, crashing against the shores of human habitat.
For I am the serpent, death's itselfs arch angel, 
Known as the dragon.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN






Details | Sonnet | |

The Rose

Once upon a time there was a single blooming Rose.
The world rejoiced at all the beauty given her to show.
But as with every rose her time was shortly bestowed.
After, the world felt hollow, so intense did its sorrow flow.

They sought a reminder of the beacon they once did truly hold.
They found a small flower of white that in its purist form did unfold.
The thorns reminded all, that the original could never be theirs again.
But still it did impart hope, for another one, like their virtuous friend.

Eventually the flower was cultured and created into what we hold to now.
For even the present is needy of something so precious to hold some how.
And though no one remembers how the flowers’ name was earlier sown…
It still holds us tightly to the purity, hope, and beauty its known to bestow.

There are many legends that have traveled down to us thru the years.
But there are none so beautiful as the one that became the Rose so dear.


Details | Ballad | |

Starcrossed Tragedy

A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy


Details | Ballad | |

For the love of you

If only I could make you see
that you mean so much more to me,
a priceless gift, wrapped in a smile,
the dream that makes my day worthwhile,
undoubted proof there is a God,
the joy that not all hope is gone.
To me you are that piece of mind,
that gives the world such sweet reply
that although love is sometimes lost,
its remnants left will never die-

How more could I express my love
for words are but the breath in me
what more can I, a man still do
except to give what's left of me . . .
for lips can flatter all too well
and sing the praise of many things
but you are in a different class
to you . . . . . I give my everything!

If ever I do fail to prove
my strong and constant love for you
then never have I lived a day
or ever took a breath anew.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.


Details | Free verse | |

Dreams Of Fallen Idols (An Unpublished Thank You and Ode To Walt Whitman)Pt1

Reach into my depths, I could,
pulling out pieces of fallen idols,
From contemporary to eccentric,
From cynics to realists, to romantics,
searching deeply to find my voice,
If indeed, I have acquired such a tone
as those who inspire my very thoughts,
Thoreau, Coleridge, Crane, Byron, Poe,
Frost, Hayden, Hughes, and Gibran,

Pertinent pioneers of published passion,
Experienced educators of endearment,
Do I dare follow their footsteps
imprinted in the wet cement path of time?
Or do I respectfully deny my destiny
out of fear of inferiority, for who am I?
Questions that echo in my mind,
punishing with each powerful pounding pulse,

No answer awakes within my heart,
nor does my mind mentor my vehement 
in self doubt, "I am nothing, I am afraid",
Instead, in the midst of my crossroad,
coming to the rescue in the form of an apparition,
stirring in my soul are the words of Uncle Walt,
"O' Me, O' Life" he repeats with tears in his eyes,
"O' Me, O' Life" he says, wiping my fears away,

"Why do we live child? 
Why do we wake and breathe
to prolong our existence on this corrupted orb?
What in your heart is the most alluring reward
for being chosen to walk amongst the grandfathers
of your expression? What is the most precious
opportunity that any man can have in the epic
piece of literature that existence has become?"

(Continued on Part 2, please post all comments on Part 2)


Details | Free verse | |

First star to your empty Night

I want a love that
fills my veins like
liquid fireworks
sweet like sugar and 
cinnamon
strong enough to knock
me off my feet, like a 
mighty ocean wave, yet
gentle and magic
like the forgotten lyrics
to a nursery rhyme

I want our spirits to soar
into a bright forever
like two yellow balloons
released, by the
tiny, sticky hands
of a little child
I want, my man, to know
my true self
like the words to a favorite
song on the radio
to feel me, all that is me
rhythm bound from a beaten
street drummer

I wish to be a bright guiding light
as the first star
to your empty night
A familiar love, as
traveling back to a childhood spot
your first love kiss...
first bully fight...
first playground crush lost...

I want a love
that encompasses
my senses, envelopes me
from nothing, like the
steam from my rose petal tea
filling my pores
leaving me
rejuvenated and refreshed

A love, whom steals my worries
as a thief in the night
and greets me with doe- eyed
kisses, once rounding
up a fight

I speak these words into the 
universe, to send me a love
to call my own
what path will my soul mate
travel to me, mysterious 
mystical journey unknown


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Haiku | |

Mountain Climbing

I’m climbing  
Above the canyon…the sun
Hits  		the 		rocks

I ascend
As 	I 	take 	risk 	after 	risk
UP I GO!

I’m climbing
I 	rely 	on 	my 	own 	strength
I’m doing FINE!

I descend
While	 I 	urgently 	hold 	on
For dear life…


Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | Epic | |

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   




Details | Haiku | |

Put In Trial

Try it-- I dare you!
Place me 
In clueless trial


Details | Epic | |

The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


Details | Light Poetry | |

' My Shield, My Sentinel ... '

My Shield, My Sentinel
Savior Of My Soul
Guards My Path Well
… and My Footholds …

My Shield, My Sentinel
Lifting Up My Light
Even If I Fell
He Keeps Me In Sight

No Chicanery, No Treachery
Can Succeed In Stopping Me
Nor Can Lasting-Harm Me
Nor Forever Hunt Me

My Mortal-Soul’s Safety
Held In His Hands, Safely
Protector Of My Eternity
My Sentinel, My Shield Is Mighty

My Shield, My Sentinel
 Sentry Against Spells
Warrior Against Hell
My Guardian Angel

Pushing Far Apart
The Shadowed Veils
Floating Towards My Heart
Like Shipwreck Sails …

… and as Wind and Water Wail
And Rings A Warning Bell
And Thunder Truth-To-Tell
I Saw The Shield … Of My Sentinel


Details | Rhyme | |

Drenched in Silence

Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...

I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere 
sensing a load of terrorized fear

Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past

This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness

Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter 

For now,  I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber 
Until God, My  Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens 

                                                                                         
                            

	


Details | Free verse | |

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








Details | Free verse | |

My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.


Details | Ballad | |

Back On That Road Again

Yeah I'm back on that same road once more, 
Struggling like litterally I see our very children eating off the dirt floor' 
Who can really give a **** about dollars because where Im from over ninety percent living dirt poor,
 Even down here the struggle remains the same, 
Alcohol remains top dog around here it wont change, 
We want something different yet we keep seeking just a little more money, just a little fame,
 We aint happy with what we got now so we let the bull *****get to the brain.......
 Its sad how our people let even ourselves be lowered to ask for pocket change, 
We dying fast, no not our people but our culture cant you see the blood stains? 
Cant you see the youth playing games, six feet deep is where many of our very own youth sleep, forever trapped in their death beds still laying,
 I just hope I am remebered strong when Im gone confused why sometimes I wont stop praying...........but its alright though because Im back on that road again lost without family or friends......I dont know where to stop but I know where it begins........there's a meaning to everything in the start on this road so lets make this a memorable End......


Details | Ballad | |

Souless Society

Yeah Im living in a souless society, 
My people keep doing each other wrong so much its hard to get right with me, 
Its so dark with alcoholic violence that I can no longer see the light in me, 
Survival of the fittest I am no longer because there remains almost no fight in me,
 I struggle with death around one in all forms of variety, 
I am so low at times that there can be no one high as me, 
A lot of non-sense for my body I keep buying me, 
at the same time my own people keep fighting me, 
but its time I just say "**** it" 
and kick all that *****to the curve away in the bucket, 
I hate the truth so much that I start to love it, 
Creating a mind full of knowledge gold, a mind full of many nuggets, 
Now its time I face my own truth even if my own people lie to me, 
I can and I will overcome this souless price that seems too pricey, 
**** all that bull-*****I will rise out my own souless society


Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


Details | I do not know? | |

Why is it?

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

But really they are preparing you for more school?

Who knows?

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

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




                                        -angel4eva23


Details | Personification | |

A New Kingdom




     *********

Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
             Well...
This is for the first time
The first time in History
      ------
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
   Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
         In mystery...
And everyone must know...
         ------
         It is time
  It is time one may say
For a One World Government
        To save the day'
        --------
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
      And that is that
           Except...
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
          --------
What We really don't need
    Is a new government
        What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
     A Covenant'
         With ' GOD '
        --------
      Did anyone think
            Of the way
       That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
            For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
    To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
      A place for you and me...


Details | Free verse | |

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



Details | Epic | |

From the Heaven's Above

Angels are fr Heaven,
To watch over us all,
They are our guidance,
To the heaven's aboveWe all need to believe,
In the Man upstairs,
Cause He is the one,
Who sacrificed the most,
To bring us everlasting life,
And back to our loved one's
Who are waiting up there and in our hearts,
Beacause they really do care.

If you ever feel alone,
Just remember the love,
That Jesus gave for us all,
To give us a way to the gates above,
Never forget that He is with us all,
Watching us all,
Forgiving us all for all our sins we make,
Which shows us all He really does care,
Bringing us to the light,
That's the gates of Heaven,
Where we all belong,
With him and our loved ones,
So keep Him and your loved one's in your heart,
So you can go to His Salvation,
Cause if you don't believe in Him,
You will for sure make plenty of mistakes.


Details | Cinquain | |

EPIC

                                                               EPIC
                                                        Lives  Epiphanic;
                                                      Lives are epiphanic;
                                                    Our lives are epiphanic;
                                                                Epic.


Details | Verse | |

US

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


Dedication to Richard Palmer and me...


Details | Free verse | |

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! 


Details | Free verse | |

They

They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?

They advise to me there is no flawlessness 
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably 
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?

They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought


Details | Romanticism | |

A Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...


For my everlasting rose,
for my darling Mystic Rose,
Charished deep in my heart,
for generations to last lifetimes,
on this Beautiful gift,
we all call Mother Earth.

Oh now my dear
come now and do not fear,
I shall take you by your sweet and loving hand,
as we set out in a band,
of two lonely hearts
that both need to be loved.

At first when I came
to this desolate Wasteland;
I was a lonely heart
with poetry that was my art.
You were the first to come to me,
with a smile and a hug.
You read my work,
I won your heart
and you praised me,
looked at me in anew
and treated me diffrently than any other.

My darling Mystic,
Oh how you make me feel;
so grand, so new, so happy.
As I lay my head to rest
I reminisce on your loving words,
that spoke such truth to my soul.
As you praised me through my heights,
and weaped with me through my sorrow,
as I uplifted your soul with the arrangement of words
I wrote from deep down in my weak and weary soul;
You were there always to touch my heart
and cure me of sorrowed tears.

It is impossible to express my love for you,
but see me, to feel my love,
for you my darling Mystic
it tears me apart to not
see your face, to hear your voice,
only to read your loving words
comments on a poem
that was written on a page;
It tears me apart.

Oh, my sweet and everlasting rose,
Blooming in every season,
at every hour,
a beautiful poetess at her midst of an evening twilight
as the nightingales sing outside your window,
I come and show you love and compassion.

Let us go, you and I,
I take you by your hand
and we sail off,
two poets writing of beauty
both in ink upon a blank piece of paper.
To write of love,
My compassion for you
my beautiful rose,
my darlin Mystic.

We shall part seas,
bloom in gardens of beauty,
roses and violets grow tall
around us,
reminding us of our everlasting friendship.
Lilacs and tulups stray long away,
to show my love to a stranger,
but you are no stranger to me.

You are an everlasting rose,
which blooms evertime at the stroke of nine,
and there you stay,
growing in a large and beautiful garden,
that is located deep in my heart.

Now take me, my darling Mystic
your LoveSlayer,
and charish this beautiful write
Charish it at all times,
every hour of the days! 
In honour of your beauty and inspiration
I am a fool in love,
intoxicated with your beauty at heart.


Details | Free verse | |

spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


Details | Ballad | |

THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

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

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

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

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

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

way down deep on the inside,

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

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

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

I wish a sun-rise.








Details | Acrostic | |

My conquistador

Evening starts with crystal shadows of engrossed love,
Vanished on the second street I feel no touch,
Everything that surrounds me is going there above,
Ready to display all the splendid air as such,
Yet I do not know what lies there in the sky.

Traveling farther into this vivid epic dream 
I feel my arm is magnetized by his embrace.
Miracle I still exist, I am there, I do not scream.
Easily I fall into this eternal space.

“I will always fall in love with you on and on.”

Lonely I am no more, since I had found my one true star.
One that shines over billion galaxies with pure light,
One that is always besides me and leaves me with no scar,
Knows me and protects me like he is my strong knight.

“And we will be forever together 
Time is just for the two of us.”

Yet I do not know his name but I love him more
Over the mountains, over the black-blue see,
Underneath the earth, right into the core!

My conquistador you have conquered me all,
You and your soul ready to devour my entire tree.

Gorgeous is this consequence of my choosing 
Rather inspirational than a matter of loosing,
Enjoying mystical minutes with my one true half
You are the one who always makes me laugh.

Stones and iron can’t erase this eternal feeling
Thrusting them on us won’t change a single thing,
Once the door has opened everything is healing
None can stop this craving thought of spring.
Entire life will start on Earth one more time.

“I will always fall in love with you again and again.”

“And we will be forever happy
Misery will never come to us.

Constantly I want from you just peaceful music
One that comes from the bottom of your heart,
Million kisses received made me ecstatic, so realistic,
People will say that what we have is so fantastic,
Love, happiness eternal gift that lies upon our inside
Emerges to other space unseen somewhere dark,
Time shall be forever on our trusty side,
Everything will be tremendously good if we are together.


Details | Lyric | |

STARING OUT THE WINDOW

I made my way to the Airport
Board my flight, destination…New York
Secured my seat I began staring out the window
Ready set for the spectacle display on show

Lift off...and away we go
Turning to our left like a boomerang-bow
Above the clouds my eyes start explore
There are things about the clouds I do adore
As we pass over the Island of Grenada, I saw
Beautiful cloud formation...encore

There was a gate guarded by two Angels with spears
Inside sat a King proud and fierce 
Flanked by Angels in garment white and clean
Guarding his kingdom from us… or so it seem

It was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen
No dream, all real what I saw
I just love staring out the window…

Copyright © March 30th 2011
By: Brian Pierre-Alexander


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Patradoot or The Messenger 1 Many

Patradoot or The Messenger  1/Many


English version by Ravindra K Kapoor


I am in meditation for the same God,

Whom you also pray, praise and meditate,

You who is born from my hand and pen,

Have a better destiny than your originator.


Ravindra

Kanpur India  9th May 2010		to continue in 02/Many

Note: The entire poetry work  created by my father 
is addressed to a Letter.


Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.


Main  Bhi Dhyata,  Usi Murti Ka

Tu Bhi Dhyan Lagata  Hai,

Mere  Kar Se Janmaa Tu,

Mujhse Saubhagya, Bada Tera Hai.


Original work in Hindi written by my late father Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
way back in 1932.

English version is more than the exact translation of my 
father’s Patradoot or the Messenger.

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 




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Eager To Live

Search is continuous in these words I have penned 
Eager in anticipation for a message please send
A thirst unrelenting is my desire for you to quench
Bless me Oh, Lord with your fisherman’s bend

What reason do I have otherwise but in you to exist?
Give me the strength over temptations that always persist
Thank you for granting me a new day to grow in you
Ultimately the goal allows your will in me to insist

The journey is part of the lesson one must learn
Bless me with the ability so my mind may discern
Knowledge and understand with wisdom of you
Forget me not Oh, Lord on the day of your return


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Divine conflect

The demon crawls as he reaches earth
The great battle ground of a legendary myth

God has sent his merciful prophets
With their teachings we live, die and protect

Remembering why, remembering the reason
This battle is made for our freedom

Our greedy souls, they are so hopeless
We kill, torture and are always helpless

Back again to the shadow, the demonic being
He works against us, God's followers seeing

Our obeying soul, that knows what's right
That never looses hope, never stops the fight

For the defeat of the shade, that awful darkness
Shall we stop obeying God, we will become hopeless

No matter how we cry, how we end and die
As our sins rule, with no obvious lie

Because our judgement and fate is all about acts
Intention and action, are combined facts

If you surpass the demon, then surely you pass
You will obtain forgiveness that not everybody has

However, you fail and fall once you lose your soul
Without good deeds then you'll never be whole

Obey God, defeat your demon and complete your tasks
Let go of faking acts, of the worthless masks

In the end, a lesson is learned
Life is not forever and it's not returned

That's how a human acts
Never realizes the facts

That God sees the one who dares
As well as the one who stands and stares


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lost in the beat of life

eyes scan,
the room before me,
waiting for,
what will or won't be,
catching a look,
from others here,
all waiting,
in elated fear,
one of us,
will get the part,
other dreams,
ripped apart,
the diffrent hopes,
of art made dreams,
tied together,
at the same seams,
lost in thought,
we don't see,
the list of names,
that doesn't have me.

love.


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I Am The Fire

   The early morning frost lies on the ground so delegently.
    There it has the viewship of a large fluff of a white cloud. and
    and all around one can feel the Simplicity..(!!)
    And yes....the peace and scenery reminds you that, some higher
   omnipotent being (God) is mighty in His abyss of providing-prove that
     favor comes from much higher. "I Am The Fire."
    While the wet-dew is responsible for implementing the ground. "
    "I Am The Fire, without me...(Creation) whom I am called.."  "There is
     no life, power to accend and strength of Glory, from the tip of my finger
     Comes...spring, summer and fall, Creation is my middle name, God an Holy-
    Spirit is presentable.  All of my children's would you call me, and then could
      you trust-me...(God) and read about my unpleasent story."
      The early morning...frost. The crime of horror,  creeps amonst us each day
    that the sun..my-best (friend) does shine. And a beautiful day still brings an
     comforting solvency to enable the dreams to come true.  I am the fire...(who)
    ...are you..??
      "I Am The Fire, my accomplishment is only mortified by me being a servant. "And
        You must tell someone how your pain and the exchange of overcoming the
       obstacles, has-lead you to this house which is call Peace, and tell them may it
      be all-that-one must acquired." Let us come together, let us pray...{then} I shall
     show-up and showout because of what Love is here from beyond much-much Higher.

      "I Am The Fire,"  "I Am that I Am."  (Fire)


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The Last Great Day

10/13/12
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The words of God are a great comfort The day—the Last Great Day—depicts judgement That will come upon everyone equally God hasn’t even begun to work With the mass majority of the world But His glorious salvation is revealed to all But for all to hear, The spiritual component of God Will be added to their thoughts —their ears will open They will have the opportunity to repent There will be judgment For those who really long to change, Doors will be open For those who choose their own way, He will throw into the Lake of Fire with Satan —a most merciful action For any way except God’s is the path leading to evil And in due course to anger, Sadness and death Those who choose to be gone Will be gone Many will weep and mourn… Until the day of Judgment, Prepare Once you receive the knowledge of the truth Practice it For you will be held accountable For your sins God will not overrule our human will He wants us to choose And continue to choose Not all names will be seen in the Book of Life I will be among the weeping
*inspired by John Anderson* -a special thanks to Charles Henderson for helping me edit this piece. It looks so much better now! Thank you!-


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What If You LOST EVERYTHING



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


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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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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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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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An Empty Illusion

You may not know, as emptiness surrounds you everywhere you go
If you could see behind a different eye,
would it be a friend or a foe?
Pain is smooth at the surface
Triggering the roots from down below
Ceases to hide behind your pride
Following you, as you continue to grow
Glancing upon a broken surface
You hide from your own reflection
You hide from all you know
Emptiness cannot be seen or heard
So you yourself, may never know


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BY THE BAY

BY THE BAY

A beach vagabond am I,
Lost amongst the foam and spray,
Enchantments careless cast away,
Set drifting alone, a lunar moon child,
Of the free spirited, enlightened ones.
Dreamers, whom sought the seasonal warmth,
Beyond the reach of the winters chilling
 Embrace.
Here my lullaby, the oceans tides braking,
Against the shores rocky harbor. 
Imagination's thoughtless wanderer, making castles
Build of sand, than watching them being swallowed
Whole beneath the waves.
Peacefully, I do listen to the stilled silence,
Natures harmony in balance, a musical symphony,
Of sight and sound intensified, by beauty's
Overwhelming, raw exposure, beguiling the
Eyes of youthful promise, to inspirations
Poetic heart.
 Hear the wind, how it whispers thy name,
Ever so softly, it echoes within the seashells
Hollow chambers, come rest beside thee.
Once more, so do I recline at eases pace,
Beside mine oldest friend the sea,
As the gentle tides rush onto the shore.
The heightened senses recalling yesteryear's
Wonderment, of spiritual liberation.
Behold I've returned unto thee,
This the restless voyager, home at last,
Tasting the salty air, feeling your welcoming
Breeze, brushing against my bare skin.
Never to roam again, I do solemnly promise,
For know sheltering harbor has appeased me,
Except thine.
The lamp light still shines, in the old weathered,
Window panes of home, so did it lead me back to thee.
As a lighthouse guiding a lost ship to a safe harbors,
Port of call, here I shall linger, until times ending,
And dead reckonings final journey begins.
To a farther distant shore beyond.
I'll thus step onto my holy father's sacred
Land, regretfully leaving thee behind,
For thou art my haven, my heaven,
My solos, by the bay.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




 





 





 





 


 





 


 





 


 





 
 


 





 


 






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Oh My GOD OMG




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

I lay in my bed
Paralyzed from my
Head to my Leg
Blind for over two year's
While these feelings'
Were stagnant
They laid in my head
        ---------
While laying there
I had plenty time to think
I would just sit there
Waiting for a cold drink
       --------
Seem that all was over
The casket had been laid
I could only think of God
Was this the Cross
The price that He had paid
      --------
Fore I was dieing from Aids'
And Addison Disease
I was on steroids,
Yet, my Soul was a ease...
      --------
Fore I had seen the Lord
Yes, I went to the Light
They said that I would die
My sister brought me home
So that I would not die alone
       ------
But, their was this one thing
That stayed in my head
The Lord said to spread the word
To tell everyone what He
Had said,
       --------
This I did wonde
How that could be
Fore I was weak
My body was cold
I was desirous of  sleek
      -------
That very night
As I laid in my bed
I gave my life to
The Lord,
Of my own accord
       -----
Then something happen
To change everthing
I felt so much joy
Even though I could
Never sing....ha.ha.
      -------
Time passed by
As though an inkling
From time...
I was even out of the bed
With Jesus soul ly
On my mind
     ------
Then some-thing else happen
The next time I looked
Guess What?
I had time to write
A new book...
      ------
" The Cross "

           GF














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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


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life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


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The Valley of Bones - Chitake Springs

Lives passing by like a mirage
Stick images move through haze
The view is hard on your gaze

Footprints embedded in the ground
Echoes of the a time when life had a sound 
Rolling in on hooves like thunder
Water draws the wildlife, like flies to a corpse in this valley of dry bones.

Chitake Springs, land of valleys, ridges, ravens, and dust.
Baobabs, sunsets, and elephant bulls in must.
Feelings come in with rain and are blown away with the wind. 

Water draws life to its brim.
Life without it is pretty grim.
The river creates curved contours in the land 
Painted in browns, yellows, and muddy blues in the sand.
Its colors melt together, soothing, and brewing.

Windy days and water bubbling
deep down in the belly of the earth.
As the heat sets in and the dust clouds grow.
The conflict of the titans comes to blows.

Brought with tension and strife, 
Like distance thunder and rumbles,
tell of animals in strength of numbers.

As buffalo climb clumsily down the cliffs and valleys into the watery grave,
Eyes of predators peer from the bush as their prey 
Strides to the sweet cool relief of the water
Little do they know that they are like sheep heading for the slaughter

As the heads of weary animals go down to drink, 
tough though their determination be to savor every drop.
A presence they can’t escape is luring 
Nerves on edge and fear brewing

The paws of death stalk with lighting precision
Until the animals are in clear vision
With an almighty dash of speed the chase is on
The game of life and death has just begun

Chitake Springs, drama is never far
Spoken of with a breath of excitement and terror
No one is ever quite sure of what to expect
Life is a balance of chance; this is the secret that is well kept


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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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ReEarth

These times are near their totality
It is not because of man’s impudence
It is not of man’s desire for change
It is just time, and time…
For the will of time’s maker
 
A time for newness
An epoch for a re-Earth
Time for reconciliation
An era of restoration of Eden
Time for oneness of purpose 
 
Time for a new world system 
And a new social order 
A Time according to His promise
And In this Time, 
Uprightness is to reside
 
...and
Mourning dew’s teardrops will dry
...and 
Floras shattered spines will straighten
...and
Our mental tempests will dissipate
...and
The arid regions of our hearts will bloom
 
I hope to see you there...


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SOUL SISTER

Soul sister how I miss your presence beside me.
Whispering words of strength into my ear.
Guiding me.
Resting your hand upon my shoulder.
Helping me to choose which path to travel.

Even when I have chosen incorrectly.
Your hand never wandered.
Your step never faltered.
You took the blame without shame.
Held me invisibly.
Until the healing warmth could be felt to my inner soul.

In life's little disputes it seems as though I have forgotten you.
The distance seems to have grown out of control.
As though my heart got colder.
A disbelief took over.

I know you have never left me.
You have always been there waiting.
Hoping I would return.
That I would call to you.

I am calling to you.
I search for your inner light.
Long for the warming touch.
I listen even deeper.

To hear your voice whispering into my ear.
A desire to feel the warming of my heart with your touch is growing.
It is what my soul has been missing.

Help me to heal my mind of the ugliness I feel in my heart.
Teach me to see the beauty which my eyes once saw.

Forgive me for allowing a coldness to grow.
Replace the hate with your loving kiss.
Allow me to feel you.
Hear you once again.


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An Angel

An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day.
Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star.
I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way.
She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land.
Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem.

And what could be so important, for her to come our way?
A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls…
Triumphantly born on Christmas Day.
That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice.
And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God’s love.

Such an important part, that angel was given on that day.
She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… 
Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way.
Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give…
And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…


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The HEART says many words

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

It's the starter of the emotions.

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


         -Angel4eva23


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Shining in Glory

No Doubt I win it to call it just as if I know it to be.
I will slip covers over the clouds flying up so high.
Then I will tweet it knead it and mark it a red sign.
No Doubt! X marks my spot as a variable alike me.

No Doubt that my eyes always are looking to see.
I will shush the oceans roar with my rollbacks I tie. 
Then thumbs up to high fiving the Stars  in my sky.
No Doubt I am living it and loving it prancing it free.

Sometimes I think of you,
Missed yet hit deep down.
Will I be the same as true?
Will my shadow be around?

Misplaced or rooted well no doubt I will be fit.
Shining in Glory shall be it to those who see it.

(R) Registered: Ann Rich  2011

 


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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 LUNAR GODDESS

THE LUNAR GODDESS

In the darkness of the lunar eclipse, a figure shimmers in brilliance,
The moon gypsy sparkles to the shinning on high, dancing in rhythm with
Motions moonbeams, that flicker in the elegance on the waters surface.
Illusion ethereal goddess of mist and vapors, gliding through reflections
Mirrors of smoke and air.
Clicking bangles of seductions desires, as the tambourine bounces against
Her hips to the beat of the night's melodic melodies tempting the innocent.
Raven ringlets curls fall from the dark mistress. of passion's erotica,
As the slender figure enticing humanity to leave behind their world of reality.
This sirens sweet song, whispers on the wind, come along and join me,
In the mystic enchantment realm of dreams.
But the faithful heart hears not her words, nor sees but the moon above
In the lunar orbits transition, for he knows the truth of the heart, and she
His beloved lies next to him always.
Displeased by his rejection, the temptress speeds up her pace, but nay
He responses by tenderly kissing the maiden laying next to him instead.
For loves true beauty shines with the vows unspoken promise, to love
Only she whom stands next to him, his life mate eternal.
Wrapped in the blanket of warmth two share devotions everlasting light,
And it burns stronger than any flame burning within the heaven vast divide 
above.
No temporary illusion can quench the kindled spark that these two beings 
Share between one another.
She tosses her bangles down unto them, crying in sorrows regrets, never
To have known such wonderment as these two mortal spirits share, for
She is the lunar Goddess, and is made of nothing more than mist and vapors.


BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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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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EPIC

a hidden saga,
from the pages of history.
like a secret data,
encoded with a mystery.
like a lost art:
forever with no limit,
value with meaning,
expression with long lasting effect.
like drama with spontaneous twists;
poetry with diverse ingenuity,
wanted by more artists,
making life more lively.
seriously a life changing hit,
born to lit up and rip it.
chosen to be liked,
like an unforgettable dream:
never dreamt before,
enticing to the senses,
like never been imagined,
founded on every impression that it impresses.


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brother don't abandon brothers

it was one of the darkest moments in His anointed life
when the Roman soldiers came to arrest Our Lord Jesus the Christ
divinity was unraveling the prophetic scripture to be fulfilled
Jesus betrayed and then deserted the night went silent and still
Jesus was One who was regarded as a gatherer of men
but at the midnight hour His disciples abandoned Him in the end

the journey towards brotherhood is not just about the good days
it's about a willingness to have each others back when life is not going your way
spiritual brotherhood was being tested the enemy now on patrol
the men of God had fallen asleep and the devil had taken control
 
a war is being waged today against the Living Body of Christ
yet our Christian brothers are asleep on the job unawake to deal with the devil's strife
we need to open our eyes we need to be alert and aware
on the journey towards brotherhood exercising cohesiveness, compassion and care
but the one time that Jeus needed to have His men around
they abandoned Him and forsaken Him and then went underground
 
every man for himself they left Jesus all alone
and as a result He was crucified and ascended to the heavenly throne
brothers don't abandon each other there's strength in togetherness and unity
have each others backs and then tell Satan to get behind thee


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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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Crow II


He knows the fog that counts his steps tonight
So proud, the crow, stands on the wires, alone;
what made him bleed before the brinks of light,
defined by emptiness and mountain stone?

The fog surrounds the crow in early dark
what else deserved to be once more recalled
remained to warn the souls that stare and hark
"this shroud descends your being to enfold".

Ethereal, departs on his ascension trail,
stouthearted is his life's long path, my Lord;
the crow unfolds in white engulfing veil,
his stalwart wings on Mistral's wailing chord.

And infinite became his nightly flight,
above the cedars croaked his skyward rite.

© G.V. 06-11-2013 All rights reserved
(English sonnet)


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Silver Strands

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.

God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.

Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.




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At The Altar

The avouche's in necessity
We pray at the Mass
      Incessantly
They do offer sacrifice
At wedding's they offer Rice
      ------
Oh' is doth a place for me
For the rest of my life'
      ------
Will Love be there
        For Eternality
For this is my life
      ------
The most covenant
And to this I Decree
     ------
And thou shall
Alway's be there
       For Me
Till the end of eternality'
Beneath the Primrose Tree
My friend Jesus and Me

              GF


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He Is In Command




         ********

I can not change
      the Master
 Fore He is the Plan
         ------
Threw out the ides' of Destiny
               He has always' 
         Been in Command
        --------
He commanded  the Rocks'
              -And-
 He famished the Trees'
Some-times' they did not
         Bare their fruit
And the Leaf's feel from
         The Trees'
          ------
And yes, Gad gave gifts'
       Of everything
With the greatest of ease
         -------
He Ordained that His
Children should come home
That they should never be alone
      ------
             To leave this land
      And to take Amen
          To His Throne
For they were His FIRST BORN
                  -----
Fore they would finally
              Meet Jesus
And live in Parity
Till the 'END' coming 
To the brink of Eternity
      *******
     To finally seek
  The Lord Our GOD

               GF




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As the tears roll down my face

As the tears roll down my face 
I worry bout how I'm going to make it 
As the tears roll down my face 
I'm crying because I'm scared 
As the tears roll down my face
I see blury things
Maybe this is how my life always been
I can't see or breath without air 
As the tears roll down my face
I lift my head up and pray
Thanking GOD day after day
As the tears roll down my face
I hold my head up high, cause I fell strong 
As the tears roll down my face 
I wipe my face, because the past is the past
So I got to move on


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

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


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Drifting Mainly

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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My Inspiration John Green

I am not the Physically strong type,

I am not number one in the class,

I am not the most popular kid.

I am not the break dancer,

Nor am I musician or singer.

I am not the greatest artist,

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

I am not the next great author,

I am not that epic basketball player,

or next high school athlete of the year.

I am simply me,

I stand out in a crowd,

for my outlook on life and society.

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

Nor do I care about the latest trends in clothes,

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

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

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

young man I am today.

Thank You Very Much for Always Being There for Me

My Uncle John


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Lose Control

Let’s lose control
Let’s entice the soul,
With champagne swishes
Chilled in iced bowls.
From your head to your toes
Every nerve will explode, 
Every body sensation
I’ve cracked nature’s code.
It’s not on paper 
It’s what your face shows;
It tells me go fast
Then it tells me go slow,
Then blows my mind
Showing Lose control.
All exposed
The most radiant glow,
The most beautifulness thing 
Ever let go.
Lose control
Feel safe…there’s no foes,
Only me…Let go…
Lover Lose Control.


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JUST BECAUSE I SAY I DO

Just because I say I do, I get to put up
With the wonder that is you, dearest.
My prince charming, whom rides upon a
Not a white horse, but an old broken down truck.
Call me an innocent maid Marian, a country
Damsel blinded, by a city knight shiny Armour,
And sweet verse of promises words.
Crystal castles of illusions, dare he built for me,
Full of vows pretty plans of the future, that he
Would give unto me.
Wined, and dined hood winked was I,
The innocent lamb lead to the slaughter,
Plunged through the heart, by his love lance.
Once dressed in the finest style money could
Buy, now in faded denim jeans, do I ware,
Over sized tee-shirts with stains galore, 
More chores than one women should endure,
Just because I said I do.
Sense we've wed, I've come to no many
Other gents, meet with the om a daily basis,
Such as Mr. Scrubbing Bubbles, 
and Mr. Clean for example.
For my job title call me a domestic engineer,
The old term house wife just doesn't cut it,
These days any more.
It's a pleasures falsehood, for the modern
Women, to be called a stay at home mom.
This term is a dinosaurs sixties stereo type,
For the privileged and few.
We are the ladies of the future, we work full
Time job, come home pick up the house hold
Pieces we can, in this department remember
We are only human.
I've learned these life lessons the hard way,
Just because I said one day, I do.
Who cares if he leaves the toilet seat up,
It means little, us women have learned to
Check first, before we sit on his royal throne.
Just because I say I do, I get to put up 
With the wonder that is you.
Would this change my mind, one might ask,
Oh no because you see, I still love you, babe,
Just the same, it's just times these days,
Have changed, not what I feel for you.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
02-01-2014



 



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Growing Pains

It’s come once again, a new phase of life; and though change is sometimes hard to 
comprehend.
Don’t worry, you’ll get settled in.
Then it will be time to move forward again; 
And you may pretend this task is simple to do.
Your fearful and excited simultaneously; along with a little melancholy.
But you have to prepare for GOD’s great new gifts; 
maybe peace or lesson that can’t be dismissed.
It’s all a part of your destiny, so settle with this formality.
Change your results because that’s your part to life’s test.
New with knowledge and an increasing faith, and know God’s waiting for you to 
take your place.
SOoooo…appreciate your growing pains and you’ll surely get an A.


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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sixteen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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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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The Cougar

I'm only in my twenties, but I really love this girl.
She's all I ever think about. She's my baby, she's my world.
Most people are ignorant. Some people just need to chill.
They're jealous, how can they understand, if they're not feeling what I feel?
Most say it will never work, but here we do it everyday.
It's give and take, just like everything else. We work together and we play.
We have fun together, we hardly fight, and our interests are the same.
If that's not a good match, then please tell me what is! I think you're the one who's insane.
We make each other happy! Isn't that what love is about?
She makes me want to jump up and down. She makes me want to shout!
Whould it be different if I were older then her? How does that make it right?
Men can date younger girls, and nobody cares to fight?
Well I don't care, I'm in love, and I will fight for this to last.
She makes me feel on top of the world. I've never felt this in the past.
This woman is sexy all around, and she has a heart of gold.
She's wonderful, up and down, the greatest story I've ever told.
So when you go out on the hunt, I recommend getting a cougar in your sights!
The one I got has rocked my world, and made my future bright.


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Your Body

Looking at your sexy curves turns me on like never before,
When I see you show tour self to me I get excited and want to explore you like never before.
Caressing your booty and holding you by your hips is like my dream,
entering inside you and pleasuring you while watching you scream. 

When you show your self to me from behind I get way to excited,
Just burying myself in between your love would be like being inspired. 
I want to feel your bodies warmth on my body,
I want to feel your breasts push up against my back and make me horny. 

Touch me with your tiny little hands and make men ask for more,
I don't want to lose this feeling I want to feel your core. 
Now show me what you can do and show me what else you got,
I want to see some more and maybe even a little touch.


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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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Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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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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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


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T-Shirts and Blue Jeans

Black band t shirts
And faded blue jeans
Combined to clothed creativity
In a child who silently screams
Isolated and introverted youth
Cynicism constantly growing
Dark moments and blue bruises
Covered by the logo showing

Mind numbing frailties
and paralyzing self-doubt
His world is ten feet of shadow
His idols help him speak out
Vicariously living through artists
Empowered by lyrics of truth
Clenching expeditiously to music
Blasting headphones wipe out his youth

Chaotic reality, psychotic dreaming,
Numbed by bottles over the years
A passionate poet sleeps within him
Blank pages are the ears of his peers
Yet the ears of society are his target
An abundance of epic collections
He will not leave every pondered piece
Only the greatest of his finest selections

To be treasured or trashed?
Is his struggle shared by the masses?
Will his words synchronize his generation
Or become a mere fad which passes?
Questions to be answered by the future
Yet his idols have taught him to dream
For if not today, tomorrow will bear,
Children of band t shirts and blue jeans


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BLACK

Dark as the night goddess, she is an ebony princess,
Blackest beauty whom sheds layers textures, as veils
Cast upon the breath of the night winds.
She the temptress enchantress, passion's desire burns
Within, these emerald eyes of seductions flame.
Fallen have men, and gods into shadow, faded by
Thus empress of the dark arts Magi.
Woven spells of intrigue entice the innocent,
To play deadly games of the lost, ending paradise
Illusions, but oh how they dream still, within
The realm of her kingdom.
Beware those of fragile soul, the black maiden's waltz
It is a singular pulse, beating at the heart of darkness,
Alive spiritual being, is she known as black.
The sun fell in love, with the first rays of the dawn,
Forlorn she cried unto the moon eclipse, and so he did
Comfort her, shielding thus within his embrace.
The child was given forth from their union,
Is she, black.
Royalties clinging robes, cover thus all in twilight’s
Faded hour, beauties most fair, inhales all light,
By shades quilting blanket, with the woven stars
Lain ever so gently amongst the heavens themselves.
Here she sits on golden throne, that orbits the universal
Immortals, casting dreams enchantments in a mystical,
Plan known only to her majesty, black.
Throw passions rose petal unto her temple pools,
Pray thee young lovers for blessings approval,
To thus goddess, the keeper of loves devotional
Faith.
In the ivory bricked temple of black, desires
Lustful heart of men, so is judged by the queen
Of enchantments, thy guardian of the dammed.
Oh beware the whitest rose left alone,
May be red at mornings first rays of light,
Or torn to shreds, leaving only a stem behind,
This goddess of silent fate, holds the answers,
And she only speaks in whispers by night.,
In her world of illusions, black after all
Is the dreaming goddess.


BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





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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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Energy Of He

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


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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


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Never to be Found

Love can be killed by a Dagger

Love can be Risen like a Rose

Love can be Healed

Love can be Broken

Love can Shine like the Sun in the midest of the day.

Love can be Shattered like Glass

Love can be Shadowed by Hate

Love is Desireble

Love can be Miserable

Love ... 
Love is Love

My Love is Lost with my Heart and my Mind in a Forest, Never or will Ever be found.

By: Angel4eva
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(plzz comment if u like my poem... thank u for reading)


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Spring Break -Part 2-

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


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Female Santa clause

She wakes this morning
Got along day ahead
She’s making sandwiches 
Hot soup and garlic bread

She love to feed the homeless
She sees on the street
She will drive around the city
To give them something to eat

She goes to the hospital
She love to helps the elderly
She always volunteers 
To keep them company

And to save the animals
She campaigns tirelessly
And she will never stop
Till they are all free

She goes to the orphanage
She love to make the children smile
She runs for cancer charity
In the New York 10 k mile

She protest to stop the wars
And to free Palestine
She doesn't like religions
To control people minds 

They cutting down the rain forest
She would love to stop it now
She goes to the Amazon
And stand in front of the plow

She would loves to stop genocide
She loves to give donations
She would love to stop poverty
From every nations

She fights for the hopeless
To end their misery
And against all the oil spills
That kills fishes in the sea

She stands for human rights
Against so many countries 
She loves to save humanity
And to spread equality

And she love to tell me 
Of all the wonderful things she does
She is just an angel
And a female Santa clause 

And I love to hear her talk
Of all she would love to do
And I know she wouldn't stop
Till they all come true


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Step by Step

Yiddy awdy those ticks are here to stay.
Here and there but everywhere astray.
 
Tick tack I am going to laugh at that.
On the Moon or on the Sun I have sat.
 
Jump started or kick started my day has begun.
I’m holding a life of lifetimes on the go or run.
 
Yicky yacky just what is it that I am to do?
Run all over the galaxies in search of you?
 
Shucks you mucks, I’d do it all over again.
But from time to time you stop when I begin.
 
It’s a life of life’s bundling into one row.
Yet it is step by step in which it can grow.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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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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A Profound Thought

 

                 HAVE YOU EVER PLACED
                 BEFORE YOUR FACE
                 YOUR HAND 
                 THEN SAID GRACE
                 THAT YOU CAN EVEN PLACE 
                 AND SEE YOUR HAND BEFORE
                 YOUR FACE

                (These words are dedicated to our veterans
                 who have fought in foreign wars to keep us free
                 who can't do that simple thing)


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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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Goddess In Training

I wade into the water that is my aquatic sun,
suited to perform miracles, refusing reprieve until work is done. 
I exist as a modern day Hercules, striving to discover my strength,
seeking beneath the surface, striving to greater lengths.
My arms tremor, causing ships to break apart, 
during my exhale, all sailors start 
to curse…
yet my grunt of thunder remains the worst.  
My legs propel me forward, though possessing not one gill,
the underwater highway provides an ongoing thrill.  
Mere mortals I glimpse at while stifling tidal waves, 
 as they struggle against the current, candidates to save.
 Their bodies act as limp seaweed, very weak
while others remain bloated buoys, struggling to seek 
a sliver of stamina, however slight, 
their sun is not yet lit, they remain in a moonless night. 
My ears discover the sirens, bursting into song-
they talk of candy sweets my appetite yeans to sail along. 
However, my orb of strength is not yet found, 
until then, I’m forbidden to go above ground. 
Below in the underworld, Hades attempts to send
fingers of flame upon me, yet my armor shall not bend.
My joints ache,
my muscles quake, 
yet the ember of faith I shall not forsake.  
Eventually, I remain erect, not on bowed knees, 
and have resisted pain’s pitiful pleas.
A son of Zeus reaches in to grasp my hand,
his grin stretching wider than the holy land.
His eyes are that of a seaweed sage, 
with a chiseled exterior only Aphrodite could have made. 
His words light my face with a single shining ray,
“You’ve completed your pool exercises for the day.
Are you ready for the gym?” he asks, hoping I should stay,
and I reply, “I’m in need of hot compresses today.”
I proceed to immerse myself in towels of steam, 
 while considering my ultimate dream
of strengthening my image, in the future I will see
the bountiful benefits of physical therapy.


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MidNight Wishes

Even though i did not hear your voice tonight i'm still ahit,
I will go on like this for ever, i wont go out without a fight. 
I'll fight till the end of this life to win your heart,
All you have to do is tell me when to start.

The music blarrin in my head phones at 1:52 AM and i'm lovin it, 
cause it helps me remember your gorgeous smile like it was meant to fit. 
Wanting to feel your touch and kisses all over me ignites the fire in me,
Wanting to take you by your hand and run wild in a big sea. 

There aint much i can say to express myself but this will have to do for tonight,
I think its just that i haven't reached height.
You no I love you and that's all that matters or will ever matter to me,
I will love you till i die, like I told you before, cant you see? 
 


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Drippity drip drip

Take me there I don't care Touch my hair Eat this pear!!! I am bare Want to share? Do you care? I am bear I'll let you stare Don't go there By the chair Or on that stair? Your skin is fair You look like Cher Come to my lair But pay my fare Drippity drip drip


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God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…


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Canadian Sally

Canadian Sally with red ribbon strings
tightening an apron fit to the seams.
Canadian Sally with jet-black hair
bound in a hat of bright red beams.

Canadian Sally with pockets of fortunes
sowing them out to us all.
Canadian Sally of sombre spirit;
patience like that of a doll.

Canadian Sally a twilight bust
who's wreath circles 'round like an aura.
Canadian Sally from love and joy
who spreads it around like a flora.


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You Snooze You Loose

<                                        Artist searching for a muse
                                          Creativity is the key
                                          Recant those memories 
                                          Open your heart and soul
                                          Start spreading the news
                                          There's poetry to be found
                                          Inside each and everyone of us
                                          Can't you hear the music

                                          To the beaten drum
                                          Whistle while you work
                                          Or you'll snooze and lose




Entry For
Jared Pickett's Contest
Acrostic 2
G.L. All


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Seagull and the Penguin

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

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

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

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

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


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A Reflection

As I sit beside a lake,
I look down for heavens sake. 
A reflection to appear. 
For the ripples of life is nearly here. 

This person staring back at me. 
I do not know. 
Is it me?
Or is it someone else. 

The waters has calmed
And all I hear are the psalms. 
Sung by the angels up above
And I wish I could feel their love. 

This journey we are given. 
To find ourselves and what we believe in. 
Takes no longer than a lifetime
But merely feels like an illusion to me. 

Like a little acorn being planted to be a beautiful tree. 
I will live in this world to make people believe. 
There's always the good and the bad
But what about hope?

Don't we need that too?
Of course we do. 
The balance of nature and life is necessary 
And without it, we are nothing. 

Imagine the whole universe, 
We are only a tiny grain of sand. 
But even the littlest person can make a difference. 
No matter how big or small
Short or tall
We were given a mouth to be spoken with. 

This journey is hard and righteous
But as long as I am courageous,
I will be happy and contagious. 
And the whole world will see me for who I am. 


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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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Fired Up

Fired Up

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

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

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

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

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


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A Soul Called Soul

I’m trapped in the American struggle/ 
Surrounded in the alcoholic drug addicted jungle/ 
In my soul called soul I seem to unknowingly look for trouble/ 
Yeah am I the only one to truly see our invisible chaotic bubble? / 
Am I the only one to truly live in while I realize the hidden pains in our own ghetto living rubble? /
 I see in what I still saw of the pains at the same time I hear the alcoholic mumbles/
 Like a burnt cracker over a uncooked cookie I still see the culture crumble/ 
I see the staggering, I see the swerving and I see thy own stumbles/ 
Still yet I am crawling out the dirt like an ant spreading my wings in the sky like the bees bumble/
 It’s when I knew I was a soul called soul/ 
In my soul called soul I am in the super bowl/ 
Seven hundred seventy-seven now I can’t let thy football fumble/ 
I am not going to let thy ring leader lead me in the circus no more, I am no longer an elephant Dumbo/ I’m here to stay not to go/ I been down that same road too many times before/
 I know what it’s like at the bottom, I hit it straight rock ,yeah I been that low/
 now pains of my life I outgrow/it’s when I knew I was a soul called soul 
In my soul called soul/ I hang on not to my enemies nor my friends but my own inner foes/
 I got no true friends, I got no true bros/ I got no true women, I got no hoes/ 
I don’t even know if I will even make it to be thirty-four/ 
I worry about alcoholic danger in the hood every time I walk out my front door/ 
I thank God I’m not rich and thank him for the experience of being dirt poor/ 
I thank him for the fact that I no longer have to steal from the local store/ 
I thank him for the simple fact that I can do simple everyday chores/ 
I remember a time when I was in a prison cell where even death itself felt like a bore/
 until one day something great pick me up off the prison floor……..that was a time when I know I was a soul called SOUL/
 I know my truck of life was ready to take it’s damage when it can still pull its own toll/
 I knew my boat of life was ready to go against high winds with a broken bow/ 
I knew I was ready when I can go against waves 100 feet high go under and still row/
 if not then I make the surf board roll/ The storms comes like shadow hidden in the skies undergrowth/ I’m not only floating I’m also flying through them both/
 I am no longer empty with darkness I am filled with light shone/ 
I am no longer alone, I am force of many through word flow/ 
I am a prophet among my own/ words put together like no other only I condone/ 
I say it in a unique tone/ 
I’m going to make it past the internet and cell phones/ 
I am the one, I am by a higher power chose/ 
These problems in life I will outgrow/ 
I will overcome being just another SOUL CALLED SOUL….


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READY TO FIGHT

before many of us chose to walk on a sanctified journey in life
we were always frustrated, discombobulated and looking for a fight
the kind of fight that was fueled by jealousy, pettiness, anger and/or greed
but now as disciples of Christ we fight for honor, a cause or a need
no longer do we fight using profanity, knives, fists or guns
we now fight with weapons that are spiritual ones
we no longer look for excuses not to get involved with a cause
we no longer allow the hopeless opinions of others to make us stop and pause
if you can't help just don't hinder and don't hurt those who are ready to fight
get out of the way and allow God's people to do what is good and right

when those of us who share a common pain are more than willing to lend a hand
that's when you encounter the haters who will try to impede your plans
hate is that emotion that everyone has experienced at least once in life
hate is a demonic spirit that does nothing but cause havoc and strife
hate is within each of us but we all don't let it manifest
for as true children of the most high God we know that we are blessed
hate comes from that inner fear caused by not being in the know
but you can't allow fear to turn into hate just let the God in you now show
for fear can paralyze, it can traumatize, fear can make you become paranoid
fear can make you ill, it can take away your will and make you null and void

we know that as disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ
everyday we are in the fight of our lives
as the devil will try to intercede and give you a short term loss of memory
so make sure you pray everyday to be reminded of the God who gave life to thee
for God can take that hate and turn it into kindness
God can take that fear and render it spineless
God gave you the power to fight for what you believe
God gave you the ability to fight for what you can achieve
so are you ready to fight in order to be set free?
are you ready to fight for a cause and your family?

Nehemiah and his men attempted to rebuild those torn down walls
when the haters came around hoping they would stumble and fall
but the Spirit revealed to them what the haters had planned
so Nehemiah and his men were ready and prepared to take their stand
they were ready to fight to protect and defend those walls
they were ready to fight so that their work would not be stalled
ready to fight, ready to fight for righteous cause
no time to ponder, nor procrastinate and no time to stop and pause 



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STORMY WEATHERS

wether to weather stormy weathers,
crucial to any understandings.
dire to decision,
more like a feeling never mentioned.
heavy to the struggle;
when the weight of the world is on your shoulder,
rise above the storm,
rise above the norm.
critical to the lifestyles,
hard to choose where to begin.
to wait till' the sun shines,
not waiting for the tears to rain.
so many unaware;
the choice you have to make,
the effect it has on you and everybody.
to stress getting through,
to make the right changes.
better to mve on, 
don't linger on the problem.
not to get undertow by the trials and tribulations.


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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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The Power of Youth

With the weight of the world on our shoulders

we walk, heads held high

 

they don't really understand

the extreme power in which we posses

 

we live life under Their radar

all the while, holding them up

 

but no thanks come to us

just sneers and stereotypes

 

we are Not the casualties of society

just because we tread on the lines of what they consider "appropriate"

 

yet that is how they treat us

because they are Afraid

 

but I tell you

keep your heads held High

 

scoff right back at them

because you know how it will end

 

soon enough

we will rise to rule our own world

                          Our Own Way

We are the Youth

We are the Future

 

and they'll have to just suck it up and deal

when they see how much we are going to Change


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


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At Breaking Point

There is nothing in this world that i can possibly think of or think of doing to tell you how much I love you. You are so sweet to me, i can't almost stand it wen you call me handsome and cute, cause it sounds so sweet to me. If there is anything in this world that you can think of for me to prove my love to you, just name it. I will be all over that in a flash. Even though we didn't get to see each other for very long cause of my dumb ass, that was still what i wanted to see today really bad. Looking into your BEAUTIFUL green eyes today was like looking into Gods heaven. The only thing that is missing is your touch on my skin. I probably would not be able to hold it in me and take a hold of you by your waist and press you against me, and than the smell of your hair would turn me on to the BREAKING POINT. I would start by kissing down your neck and curress your neck with my tong. Than while curressing your body, I would start slipping my hands under your shirt, and under your bra and upon your perfect titties. Than i would start pulling your bra and shirt off at the same time and begin kissing your titties. Kiss them all the way down to your belly button and back up to your face. When i would lift your upon my hips i would carry you to the bed and start kissing you back down your titties and your ribs and your belly button and than an inch lower passed your belly button just to get you a little more wet and wanting.
To Be Continued. Set for Contest!


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eyes of a wise love

Pain is the voice commanding you to the hollow caves of 
suffering, to remain sane she needs to touch feeling secure in this lifetime her 
tension begats the purest love, passionate treasure seem forbidden in the 
land of the lost, allow me to retreat your memory from the 
deceptive knowledge that has shackled a once spirited soul, with a tender kiss at 
the sweetest point of your defense resilence serves as royalty catapulting the 
volumes of your beauty, surely goodness and mercy rest within the blink of 
your eyes, evident is the strength of your character enhanced by 
bravery and sacrifice that have masked the lifelong journey you thought to be 
disastrous, the rays of the sun cast out anew light of motivation in this recovery of love a 
protected creation is now her guided conscience, a soothing rebirth of 
life.


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Iron Clad

To persevere and forge ahead
To be strong when times are tough.
All night and day work hard and tread
Only a few could call their bluff. 

Emotion masked yet deep inside
To persever and forge ahead
Strutting only with that known stride. 
Attitude must remain well read. 

Iron clad yet ice cream within
Not cold but hot with desire
To persevere and forge ahead
A candle with a bright fire. 

A heart of gold that's fun to see
Kind of like a ride on a sled. 
Like staring at a deep blue sea
To persever and forge ahead. 




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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 Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


Details | I do not know? | |

"The Ataratic Tempest"

The passion that comes
When greeted by a storm
Is nothing I can explain
The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning
Sends a frenzy of shivers through my body
Making my every nerve numb
As the light flickers
And the thunder claps
I can feel my heart beat faster
The rain on the roof 
Like a drum
Sends my body in a rhythmic dance
The wind is my partner
As I float around
Above the ground
Leaving my worries behind


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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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SUBMARINE-THE GRAY GHOST

From fathoms deepest keep, where man,
Shall not dare go, a white toothy giant
Dwells, with hatred's malice, this is a living man
Eater, whom lies at the bottom of the ocean.
In this striking zone, of deadly encounters,
Here where dead men tell no tails, crimson
Currents of the lifeless, float to the top of the food
Chain, and their last breaths of air explode, as
Bubbles above at the surface,
Leaving nothing behind but a bloody residue,
And the wreckage mangled life raft, and one word
Still lingers on the foreboding breeze, as a screams
Echoing drowns into whispers in silences last refrain,
SHARK!
Nay this aquatic Phantom, called Submarine,
Is the gray ghost that stalks within every human
Beings nightmares, just below the waves of our
Subconscious fears, a demon lurks in the darkness,
Of the murky shallows, waiting to take a bite
Out of us.
A thirty-seven foot killing machine, with razor
Blades of jagged ivory's, moving at velocities mega
Speed, heading straight for humanity's beach,
His favorite hunting grounds.
A leviathan of a shark, highly intelligent,
Circling his preferred prey called man,
The hunter is ready to appease his
Insatiable appetite that is never satisfied,
In a carnivores blood bath of mayhem,
Just off shore of paradise.
In hell's kingdom many souls scream from
Below one word that echoes through the
Chum filled surf above, SHARK.
For these are the latest victims, of
The Submarines wrath, and now they do
So warn the living, beware of this sharp
Toothed Giant!
Look into the black eyes of death, take
Notice if he bares the scare of men,
And notches gouge mark on his dorsal fin,
For than thee shall know for sure, if
It is truly the gray ghost,
Known as Submarine.
If thou’ art sure, than say your final prayers unto God,
And inhale one last deep breath of air,
Than swim away, as fast as you can,
For humanity is now on the menu!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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Simply Unforgetable

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


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A SECOND TOUCH

In the process of healing a man in Bethsaida who was blind
Jesus had to touch him for a second time
most healings that Jesus performed didn't require all that much
no more than a prayer, a word or the power in His garments when touched
omnipotent is our Savior whose mercy is so great
sometimes a healing would occur just by someone having faith
no great effort did He exert when healing time after the time
but on this occasion a second touch was needed to heal the blind

Bethsaida was a town that was cold to the Gospel
where the atmosphere for spirituality was virtually impossible
yet we seem to have a Bethsaida mentality in today's society
where hope and faith are not prevalent in the hearts of humanity
but God has the power to turn the situation around
He can take a Bethsaida mind set and put it on sacred ground
from horror to holy from darkness to light
from faithless to faithful from wrong to right
from stubborn to obedient from meek to bold
God can give a second touch and His power will manifold

now Jesus was one who always pushed the boundaries
and there's nothing that He wouldn't do to save humanity
yet people will stay blind if they're unwilling to trust in Him totally
and if He has to put spit on your eyes so what now you can see
we need to get off our high horses and stop acting like snobs
as trying to keep up with the Jones will result in God being robbed
we need to stop treating each others as objects or things
where if you're not wealthy of famous by the world you're not even seen

sometimes a second touch is what is required 
for the holy power of God to get the results it desires
sometimes a second touch is needed to jump start one's heart
to keep one from becoming a member of the dearly depart
and after that second touch the blind man could now see
as many things in life a second touch is what needs to be

the first touch from God may open your eyes
but the second touch will awaken you to realize
what is your purpose your reason for being
on the right road of life now clearly seeing
a second touch from God might be just what you are needing
to get you motivated towards the life you should be leading
a second touch from God might be just what is required
for you to become that disciple compelled by spiritual desire
a second touch from God might be what you need to begin
on the road of life that is one free from sin


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The innermost candle

As burning within your light      																	         	 I see the darkness put to flight                                                                   											 I was a glowing ember by night                     															Your matchless breath kindles love ignites															 Encircling sway left and right																	You keep me on the path so bright           															 Glorious though cloven we unite			 														Burning together again in this epic fight                                                                     										The only alsoran is the dark night    																Fleeing defeated from our sight	John Beam for By Candle Light contest


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HOUSKA CASTLE

In the shadow's of the Gothic Renaissance period,
 In this age of beauty's enlightenment, and free 
Thinking for men, Houska Castle was built.
Not as a fortification to repeal invaders, nor for
Strategic positioning, nay it's thick stone walls,
Were meant to keep something locked within.
Steeped in folklore's mystery, it's sheer cliffs
Drop upon jagged edges unmerciful rocky
 Points beneath.
Surrounded by thickets heavy forest, in the 
Czech Republic mountains, it's eerie appearance,
Gives one a feeling that you are being watched, by
Something unnatural.
As the sun light breaks through the trees, 
The dawn's rays push back the nights dark
 Embrace, exposing this a shunned forgotten
Place.
The ancient aristocracy commissioned it's
Construction, by royal commend, not to be
Blessed within but only outwardly.
Called the gateway to hell, beneath a deep
Holes abyss does exist, and misshapen animal
Bones remain untouched.
No human souls are known to walk these 
Unholiest of grounds.
Here only the devils breed stalks, any intruders,
So step ever so lightly, if thy choose to visit,
For you may become it's quarry, and never leave
It's darkened realm.
Pace yourself, brace yourself, child of man,
Listen to the inner spiritual voice within,
And run for your life itself.
The eyes at the windows of Houska castle,
Bang their ghostly hands, against it's glass pains,
 Keeping rhythm,
With thine own human heart beat.
All adventures beware thy journey’s end,
Is it truly worth the price, this quest for the thrill,
Or a physical adrenals rush, the cost thy very soul.
Leave this corner of darkness, unexplored, and well
Enough alone.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
02-28-14




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Always, I am with you

I know this must sound absurd,
But I've  heard your voice before you ever said a word.
I saw your face a thousand times or more,
Though you and I had never met before.
I knew you long before this day.
I knew you’d come to me, I knew you’d find a way.
I have loved you, without knowing you yet.
Because it seems that our souls have already met.
And somehow I know that I was always there with you.
Even before we knew, perhaps to see you through.
Because I have always been a part of you.
Just as you have always been a part of me too.
I have been here with you from the start.
Somewhere inside you, beating in your heart.
And we would be together.
Our lives and love would remain forever.
It was always a part of the grand plan.
It was set in stone, long before our journey ever began.
Ours is a bond that surpasses space and time.
I will belong to you, and you are forever mine.
Even when we have turned to dust, the love stays.
Because in this life and the next, I am with you always.






Sarah D Comstock
August, 9, 2009


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UFO

U.F.O

What lies in the horizon's realm of the unknown,
Mankind's natural inner curiosity, to desire and ask in awesome
Wonder, are we truly alone, screams for a replies answer??
Does close encounters red dawn approach us, it is humanity's
Own arrogance to believe, he is the only intelligence, 
In such a vast universe.
What is the current blue book value for our first encounter?
Do the men in black hold the binary code, to translate the
Future for our world to come?
Pondering the lights in the sky, camera's flash produce
Pictures of proof, yet the governmental naysayers, disclaim
It's relevance as an off the mark weather balloon.
Let us pull our own gravity in motion, to understand,
To seek through a crop field of questions, and come out
The other side with some credible information.
Why not remove the veil, blinding us to the truth,
Revealing knowledge’s honesty in black and white,
Dead men speak in testaments hard bond written  
Words of  acknowledgments.
Shall the scope envelop the sands of time,
Swallowing humanity whole, or will a generations
Grain be tested, and smoothed allowing a new
Glasses vision to be exposed.
One lens intensive glare can make a flame,
To blaze across the universal plain of awareness,
It's ripples causing a tidal wave, that touches
Beyond our earthly boundary, the point of origin.
A primeval being has climbed down from the forest
Canopy at last, beholding the moon for the first time,
It throws a rock at it trying to knock it down, and
Failing to do so, is left an awes disbelief.
What lies in the horizon's realm of the unknown,
Mankind's natural inner curiosity, to desire and ask in awesome
Wonder, are we truly alone, screams for a replies answer??
Does close encounters red dawn approach us, it is humanity's
Own arrogance to believe, he is the only intelligence, 
In such a vast universe.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


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The Atonement




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

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


              GF


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Dovers Road - Scottish lowlands




We stroll old Dovers Road a novel in simplistic grace narrow our worries fleeting wide our life divine Hills mimic song softly of purple hue and emerald flight winding rivers weep at twilight of love surrender passion fear defined in solitude sway silhouette an endless warmth refined I dare turn away this moment gone _____________________________ We daunder auld Dovers Road a novel in simplistic grace narraw uir worries flettin' wide uir life divine Hills mimic sang softly ay purple hue and emerald flecht windin' rivers weep at twilecht ay loove surrender passion fear defined in solitude sway silhooette an endless warmth refined Ah daur turn awa' thes moment gain _____________ Scottish Style


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Ah, Caligula!

Ah, Caligula!
To history known,
Germanicus, excessive extravagance in Rome.
Delation must fall as thou rise from thy throne,
the senate quakes amidst the undulation’s tow.

Ah, Caligula!
One should never be avid,
or accept the as-is, as in to be average.
-Thoust be what all there be ever that is,
and the ego is eyed as the drive toward the passage.

Ah, Caligula!
Wake the pomp, raise the flair,
Our life in all's but a starlight there.
Summer, which oft leaves to Fall leaves,
endures in the sunlight, and that is no folly.

Ah, Caligula!
The ages belong,
to they who remember and keepeth the song.
Stake these words not to a lascivious nature,
but to what he leaves Earth, and save words for later.


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Red Silouehette

Agony poisoned every thorn on this rose
Feeding the ashamed for what they are worth
In countless times, where did these countless hours fall?
Aura suffocates our senses
Leaving a trail full of fear
Fear of the unknown
Bottled up, your heart shifts
Feelings of insecurity
Breaking the glass inside yourself
It robs your bones
From the inside out
So pale, you stand broken
Will you follow the smoke
That was left behind
For you to choke upon?


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Scarred Tissue

scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue


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GROWING YOUR GARDEN (PART 7): WHAT TYPE OF SOIL ARE YOU?

to grow a spiritual garden is to implement God's saving grace
according to the soil that is in you where the word of God is placed
an earthly garden is the physical and actual manifestation
of the symbolic sowing of God's word and its germination
one only needs to pray, to prepare, to plow and then plant a seed
in order to grow a garden that will fulfill one's spiritual needs

in the parable of the soil many think that Jesus speaks autobiographically
when He preaches and teaches the gospel on a level so personally
He talks about the various types of soil and their effect
when a seed lands upon them and from them what one can expect
He's referring to the soil that is the hearts and minds of men
and what type of righteousness that dwells within them

impenetrable and unyielding is the soil of the man on the rocky wayside
the word of God in him will never dwell nor ever reside
inadequate and insufficient is the soil of the man who is shallow and not deep
the word of God in him takes root for a moment but is deficient and won't keep
insufferable and unsustainable is the soil of the man full of thorns and weeds
the word of God in him will be choked away to never bear any fruit nor seed
enriched and substantial is the soil of the man who is right and sure
the word of God in him will take root, sustain, ripen and mature

so what type of soil are you? what type of garden do you hope to grow?
when receiving the seeds of God's wisdom what type of spirituality will you sow?
will it be scattered? will it be scorched and then wither away?
will it get choked by the world's weeds or will it grow a good fruit one day?
the parable of the soil is about what type of soil are you
but if one has ears to hear the seeds of God's word will come shining through


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Un Be Friended By The Enemy




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

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

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

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


                  GF



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

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


Details | Epic | |

Song Of My People - American Indian Lore

To the roof of the world… the mighty eagle flies
Silently watching the Earth down below
Flying mile after mile, day after day
Their solemn spirits soaring in Heavenly skies

From all the forests, from all of the plains
From all the mountains high above
Discarding sacred bones beneath the dust
They see many people leave their Earthly stains

We stand steadfast and strong to let people know
As we walk the trails of many tears
From deep within,  our sacred fires burn
Always remembering what our Shamans foretold

Built in stony cliffs and hills beneath Earthly skies
The modern world cannot foretell
All the thousands of legends left untold
In desolate ruins many enshrined mysteries lie

Immortal, sacred images inscribed in stone were cast
Held firm by rocks and boulders- left alone
Proclaiming years of hallowed history
Their Spirit messages and figures from out of the past

One day soon, the roar of drum beats will soon be heard
The four winds will lend their mighty ears
While the winged-ones rejoice and soar above
Remembering the past… and the hardships endured

There and then...
Lies the dawn of light - the mysteries revealed

 


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Over The Dead Body

Grim, hollow, pointless
Walk limping through its lostness
For a name he is clueless
For a past he is dreamless

His insight is only some bored routinity
Which is stuck in the airport of dead society
Killing time like it never be killed
Living a live like it never be lived

An ambush to the stadium of shelter
Was a breakthrough for the unexpected trigger
One brain consumed by the hand of a ripper
Its cerebellum emit clear memories about the lover

An outstanding memories 
Led the soulless to its side of humanities
Longing of past, stages of life
Belated hunger stop to strive

A girl with her sweet adventure
A dead body whose lost in his picture
Rely on their fate to each other
But blind in the shimmer of their clutter

Through the memory which righteously read as a diary
Through the features which bring him to the life ready
Through the whisper
Through the struggle

He entitled for the second chance
He deserved for the right romance
The new life is just waiting 
To the next chapter of the beginning

Author's Note:
Inspired by the book of "Warm Bodies"- Isaac Marion.


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hello Jesus I'm Johnny Cash

                         
                         hello Jesus I’m Johnny Cash
                         its been a long and winding dusty road
                         that I have traveled to get here
                         I know that I have stepped off 
                         the right path a few times in my life
                         but I have known and loved you since 
                         I was just a little boy
                         I really hope that that counts for something
                         in my life I have tried to do the best I can
                         to help and be of comfort to my fellow man 
                         by my deeds and my songs 
                         the talent that you gave to me
                         I pray I have used it well and made you proud
                         singing for my supper in the beginning was not easy for me  
                         one of the greatest gifts that I ever received from you
                         and I believe that you had something to do 
                         with finding the love of my life my wife June
                         I thank you for that gift that changed me for the better
                         June was the wind beneath my wings
                         I have always known she was an angel 
                         from heaven you sent to me
                         I stand before you at the gates of heaven 
                         a humble man with hat in hand
                         my hope is that you will let me into heaven
                         and be invited to join your band

                        
                         
                         
                         
                         
                       
                        
                         
                       
                          
                        
                         
                        
                         
                        
                  
                         
            


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Tranquility

Introduction: Wonders of the lights, the meditative aurora of the world...


In silenced sleepless nights
They draw me close to them,
Through visionary lands and sights
Of unfulfilled needs, the worldly fame,

Towards a realm without immorality
The immortality of kindness,
The poignant poise of sympathy
Lives be in them, placidness.

Airy lands of the skies
The soundless voice of paradise,
The symbol peace of serenity
Let it be released - Tranquility.


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Jar of Love and such

She walked around this earth with a jar filled with love
Dipping into its commodities when she saw someone in need of

a smile, encouragement, understanding and compassion
Her jar was always running over bringing others satisfaction

Oneday while on a daily routine she saw a tattered old man
Sleeping on a bench, in his right hand he had an aluminum can

She dipped into her jar and pulled out a mysterious note
She had held it for quit sometime a poem she had long ago wrote

She parked her car around the way
It was a cold and rainy November day

Then walked up quietly to this sleeping guy
and suddenly formed tears in her sensitive eyes

She took the poem from out of her jar
Put it inside his portable bar

Then quickly tip towed away
Hoping to God he would read what it had to say

The poem was a love letter to anyone
That had given up on life and had completely shunned

the world out because of many horrible trails
The poem was written to encourage someone and inspire

It was signed with just a smile and a phone number too
A nearby church and rehab center who

Took men in for absolutly free 
helped them to discover who they were really meant to be,

A week later this girl drove that same way
There was no sign of this man she so often saw on that bench during the day

A month later, on a Sunday morning she could not believe her eyes
She was in church and to her surprise

The same old man that had been dirty, drunk and out of social reach
Stood in front of this giant congregation and made a beautiful speech

All bright, clean and with tears in his eyes
He told a story about an angel who stopped him from suicide 

He said there had to be a God for he woke to take his last sip
And in his “jar” of beer he found a poem and decided to read it

And now he had been sober for thirty days
He found his two lost sons and he just wanted to give God praise

This girl and her "jar" never said a word
She just sat in her chair as her soul sang like a bird

So never be afraid to carry goodness in your life jars
For you never know when you may be a persons saving star!!!


Sabina Nicole
Written:1-17-12
Based on The contest :JARS


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Down to the First Beauty of Couplet

Seeks some wisdom through early wake of dawn
Obscure vision stole epic dream of mine
Sun rises late shone, sleep head fell in yawn
Couplet soaked me in a dip red of wine


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Tears of My Heart

if poop could be named anything what would you name it?  id name it bob and id make him sit on a log in a bog and say get out of here you hog that looks like fog from a bog thats near a log with bob sitting on it who attacked the wacking wackers with all his heart and shattered, he fell to the floor.  dont name your poop bob because then youll have tears in your heart.


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We Are The One

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


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Crafted Eagerness

You make me wonder,
with much merry eagerness
How can you craft such majestic, 
poetic verses, pricked by simple words meaningful to my heart?

Your gift of explaining yourself so uniquely is appreciated by me
How can you craft such words with poetic passion
In meaningful words, typed with eagerness?
You make me wonder 

 


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Towards a New Cosmology

 Out with the old, in with the new
That is our strategey as regards the universe
Old truths disappear like grass during a brush fire
One dawn follows another
The risk is palpable
We still must be careful to be exacting in our choice of symbols and words
"The Joyous Cosmology" is what we are after
Our eyes gaze upon the stars 
We hope there is something out there we can feel a kinship with 
We're a small part of eternity 
We ride beneath the moon in our small boats
Looking heavenward, we dare to hold our small flag aloft
   Guided by love - we face creation with beating hearts
We will refuse to become slaves of fear
Our resolution is strong and our voices ring in the city canyons
A change is surely coming!


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A Flag Pays Tribute

I am not flying high and proud today,
For one who honored me has passed away,
And now my tribute to this man I pay
By flying half mast in the gentle breeze.
My friends all do the same across the land--
It is our simple, patriotic plan
To pay respect and honor to this man
By flying this way everybody sees.
I’ve flown here through the night and through the day
Reminding of the price that many pay;
My stars and stripes a message seem to say
That I for freedom in this nation stand.
But now they come and slowly take me down
And take such care that I don’t touch the ground,
For I’m the flag that they will wrap around
The casket of this great and famous man.
I wonder now as down the road I go
If people who look on do really know
The message that I try to clearly show:
I honor those who gladly honor me.
Or do they even take time to salute
And honor those who for me took pursuit?
I know not, but I still pay my tribute
To men who know the price of liberty.
My friends who stayed behind don’t envy me,
They take their pride in skies for all to see;
They know they have this place in liberty
To fly, proclaiming freedom to all men.
I wonder, though, how many more it takes
Before all men who honor freedom’s sake
And humbly on their knees new vows then make
To honor God’s great freedom once again.


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Going the Distance

Once an eagle had a dream
To fly to a foreign land
An impossible task, yet it seemed
Was the one that was at hand

Although it was encouraged much
By the ones it did adore
Things bothered it like pessimism and such
It believed in failure for sure

But thankfully that sun-filled day
The news came to be
That the eagle could finally fly away
And they were all filled with glee

But now months later some time has passed
And the eagle has learned the hard way
That the first step has been surpassed 
Yet each day becomes more lonely and gray

It looks away from the sunset’s rays
Toward the eastern coast
And hopes and prays for much betters days
At what it longs for the most

Yet, the eagle plans to go back to where it was raised
And it holds its head up with no resistance
Dreaming it could one day be amazed
At its chance to be going the distance



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Hear These Words

I talk softly to not be heard,
Please God’s ears hear these words.

Be my guardian and watch my day,
Be with me at night and never stray.

The slightest hint of your presence gives me strength;
To hold my head up high to escape life’s stench,
I’m in a nightmare of the world…
I can’t be woken by a pinch.

Monsters are everywhere…some with Angel faces,
Trying hard to steer my tongue…
far away from my Graces.

I talk softly to not be heard,
Please God’s ears hear these words.

I’m like prey…there’s many wolves…they all want a piece,
Speaking loud would cause attention…
And have Evil notice me.
Alone I can’t survive…
I need your love to cover me.

I talk softly to not be heard,
Please God’s ears hear these words.

When you are with me…
I fear no tomorrow;
I can raise my voice to all Pain and Sorrow,
And give thanks to my Lord for the time let borrowed.

Now I feel you with me…I can feel the surge;
I feel the need…I must be heard,
Evil ears must hear these words.

I’m no longer the prey...I will not sit and hide;
I will stand my ground and pull deep from inside,
The power of God and see world's beautiful side.


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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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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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Branched Form

S urmount the branched form
A rise glorified reborn
V isage of man once torn
I conoclast earth adorned
O rdained light born
R eign as His firstborn.


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Spare A Penny For Your Thoughts

If I could share my thoughts with you, you may wonder
what I would say or do, but I will express my feelings and
thoughts  to you, the way I know best.
It is my way of dealing with issues in life by expressing myself
through verse as it releases the emotions either painful or joyful
and it is very satisfying and brings relief to a stricken heart filled
with grief.
It helps me to cope when there seems no hope and helps me feel
in control of my heart, mind and soul.

I could write for days, sharing thoughts,feelings, fears, but all
I wish to share is my gratitude for having such an amazing,
positive attitude when I was low, you showed me the way to go.
You held me high to stop the tears I cry, you touched me with tenderness
when I need a human touch and my heart felt that very much.

You showed me how to be happy when I was sad, you made me feel
better when times were bad, you comforted me through dark days and
was always there to show love and affection which really showed you
cared beyond belief and this brought a special kind of relief to my soul
when in my life I was full of pain and grief and you made my broken
crushed heart whole. 


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Embracing Lust Or Being Just

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


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I Am Today

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

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

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


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See See I can do it too

Words elevated to a dazzling height
Silently answering perfections plight

Love strung together to make a sentence
Hate molded to become a pen

Time yields to patience
Rage bows to zen

Transcending a mind
A unique voyage just to find

That my pain is not my own
The dark is not for me to own

A star sits in a dark corner weeping
Its light flickering, its tears beckoning

Waiting to be rekindled, be reborn
Its essence weakened, its passion torn

Unable to help, my flame long since extinguished
But her whispering screams need to be relinquished

My history a possible remedy to her heart breaking agony
So I slowly open scars I closed indefinitely

I bleed memories and thoughts, hoping her tears will stop
Synchronized … as her tears and my blood drops

For every memory, a tear is traded, for every thought the corners of her mouth move up a inch
The darkness recedes as her light increases

Her tears slowly transform into pieces, pieces of poetry
Convincingly showing my blood a forgotten beauty

… I smile …

Sometimes the dark holds a star waiting to soar
People see it as scary, but the dark, yes the dark has so much more


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The Light of a Child

There was a child born to man, who made every body smile.
Born at night but fair of heart, she made the morning rise.
She sprinkled the magical light of stardust where ever she appeared.

Her laughter filled the hearts of those who came close enough to hear.
Her sparkling eyes full of wonder filled every heart with cheer.
Her generosity dispelled the gloom and made the flowers grow.
Her fair contingence spoke of treasures, still as yet untold.
Her antics opened up the world, bringing vibrancy alive.
Her head would bow with prayers, which opened every mind.

Thru her came a radiance that chased away the clouds.
Thru her contentment came a peace that showered all around.
Thru her actions came a beauty that strengthened every soul.
Thru her love she filled every heart, till they over flowed.
Thru her came a wealth for all, through heart, mind, and soul.
Thru her came a restful peace which everyone proclaimed.

She really was a beautiful child, who was greatly admired.
And what would you name such a wonderful child?
I would name her Hope, wherever she is born.
I know you might have thought I was describing someone else…
But she was a precious token left to us, a much needed gift… 
From God and our Beloved Christ above, for our benefit.


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Mind Thought Determination

What is mind thought determination? 
It is the sophisticated thoughts of a individual wit self-taught mental sophistications.
 It is the chemical mind thought process brain inspirational enhanced created word creations.
 It is the one thought that keeps your hopes from being eliminated by your own weak minded self-doubt double eliminations.
 It is the the thought that can turn your own pains into pleasure of our own sensified sensations. 
It is the thought that can turn you into a leader of tis lost generation to inspire my reservation and maybe even in others parts of this nation to get your own redemptive vindication of those who took away your aspirations.
 THIS WORLD IS YOURS FOR THE TAKNG. 
Mind thought determination is for your embracing not to be forsaken, 
you are your own movie in the making, let not your hope in the mind be shaken.
 MIND THOUGHT POWER over all tis senseless hating, we got to stop all our senseless
 chasing, you are forever a leader in this free world racing. 
If you locked up it don't matter how much time that you facing. 
INCARCERATION IS JUST A MIND THOUGHT METAPHOR FOR SELF-INFLICTED IMPOSED LIMITATIONS.
 It is the thought to use what is against you and turn your hateration into inspiration.
 IMPRISONMENT or EMPOWERMENT the choice is yours REINCARNATION over REHABILITATION. 
My mind has but one destination of all mankinds fascinations .....and that is to finally use my MIND THOUGHT DETERMINATION.........


Details | I do not know? | |

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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SENTRY

Sentry sits alone,
Amid fallen heroes graves.
He was their symbol.

Quietly he sits.
It is fitting he keep watch.
For they gave their all.

                               Judy Ball










For Bald Eagle In Cemetery Contest by Carolyn Devonshire


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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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THE ANICENT SPORT

THE ANICENT SPORT

In the ancient arena of the Gods sport,
Men and beast face off against death's final battle
To live or die.
The king of the wild lands, seeks freedoms calling,
He chokes at the rope of captivity, with the sharpened
Claws and jaws of death at his command.
Men heave to control him, to tame him, but he
Has tasted freedom's wind and roomed
 Without chains heavy yolk.
Deny yearnings bequest, for that which
Lies within his heart, a noble creature,
Once a king amongst the beasts, he must
Be free or die inside.
A sacred statue stands in the desert,
It symbolizes Egyptian power and
 Strength.
The sphinx the blending of lion and men,
Joined together in the arena of the gods,
Born to be free, are both in the kindred
Spirit, of the desire to live.


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Will our world ever change

all man are born equal 
Its how god wants us to be 
and live in peace and harmony
for the goodness of  humanity
 
Adam and eve are our parents
And we are their children
So why are their so many wars
That seem to have no end

 We know there’re only one god
And he loves all of us
and yes  we see  people suffering 
but in god works we have to trust

we see  the holocaust in Europe 
the genocides in Africa
the inhumane captivity of Palestine
and mass murders in south America

and although our tears falls
like the rain from the skies
every time we see bombs falls
and parents holds their dead and cries

how did this world become so
why do people hate each other
if Adam and eve is our parents
are you  not sister and I’m your brother

today I’m preparing for thanks giving
last week I celebrated dewali
then will come seven nights of Hanukkah 
the same time I light my Christmas tree

then for holy month Ramadan
I keep fast for all most everyday
And give donations to the mosque
For the poor who comes to pray

Will our world ever change
Its what we hear all the time
When its full of hypocrites governments
Committing Genocides and hate crimes

But we all are so helpless
While we stands aside and look
But it’s the prophesies being fulfill
That is written in the holy book

But these things will come to past
Children having children
False prophets using Jesus name
Men marrying men

people flying like birds in the sky
 weapons of mass destructions
man bringing this world
on the brink of annihilations

some times I feel to stop writing
and close my eyes to what’s around me
but then I think of those without voice
that world forgets so easily

so if I throw away my pens
Comes like I turn my back their problems
Although I cant lead them out the dark
 I can shed some light on them


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Insecure


             Insecure 
I want to be white
I want to be black
I want to be fair
I want to be dark
I want to be short
I want to be tall
I want to be slim
I want to gain kilo am skiny
I want to be muscular 
I want to be this 
I want to be that
Just Like a child's play
Is all good
But
What you feel about 
what you are not
controls a lot about you


Insecure
Feeling Insecure leads to jealousy
Jealousy leads to hatred
Feeling Insecure affect you psychologically 
It affect your moods all the time 
Feeling Insecure make you depress 
At some points in time
To feel Insecure is so negative
Don't jugde yourself for who you are not
You are special in life!
We all can't look or be the same
In this case
Variety is the spice of life 
That makes you one of the best 
When you want to be this or that 
Then I guess you never realise who you are
Someone out there want to be you 
Here you want to be someone else 
Like ah this
like ah that


Insecure
just to feel right in your delusion 
of complex,
You always admire what you are not
Forgetting who you are to nothing
Always chaseing some thing 
that is not possible 
Or possible just by imagination
Where lies are always 
On the lips of people
Just to make you feel better
Cos they know how you feel


Insecure
Feeling Insecure kills you to your soul
If you choose not to appreciate 
who you are
Is like adding a salt to an injury
Cos when your weakness is ovious 
Then you are doom!
Guess that why you got to be proud 
of who you are
Feel right with yourself
And chase away the negativity 
of feeling insecure
Again No matter who you are
No matter what point you are stuck in 
in life
Someone dreams to be where 
you are  right now
So stand up and free yourself 
from a captive of feeling
Insecure.


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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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Dickinson Said

Dickinson's dead below her bed.
Words she said below her head.

Dickinson "Said"


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A Force in Disguise

I have come to believe,
That a force in disguise,
Has an influence great,
On the minds many eyes,

Observing our evolution,
As we live life to learn,
How to live in the light,
It's a right we must earn,

This existence is puzzling,
It’s an unspoken test,
Of our will to live righteous,
Of our desires to live blessed,

To believe there's no evil,
Is to believe there's no light,
Yet to believe there is nothing,
Is unjust and not right,

Though this life that we’re living,
Is hard to perceive,
If you give it some thought,
You will come to believe,

That a power exists here,
A force of the divine,
A power that does it's work,
Through the subconscious mind,

Yet these messages relayed,
On a subliminal level,
Are sometimes distorted,
Through the works of the devil,

Yet that's part of life's battle,
In my mind there's no doubt,
That a job of ours as humans,
Is to figure it all out.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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I AM

I am Jaylyne;
Child of Chaos and Gaia.
With my birth;
I am given the breath of Chaos and body of Gaia.
The best of both worlds;
I am both the seeker and fulfiller.
I have the power of desire and to gratify. 
With the many shades of grey I am;
I hold black and white together.


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Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller


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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







Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

MY PEARLWITHOUT PRICE

~MY PEARL WITHOUT PRICE~
 

MANY YEARS I SO SAILED,’PON TH’ LONELIEST OF SEAS...
SEARCHING VAST THEIR DEPTHS,FOR AN TREASURE MOST ELUSIVE...
NO FEAR NOR DOUBT WOULD DENY ME,WHAT DESTINY DETERMINED MINE...
‘VEN TH’ LEVIATHAN PERMITTED TO TEST ME,WOULD NOT STALL ME FROM MINE AIM...
 THROUGH AN TEMPEST MIGHTLY GALE’D,MINE SHIP WAST MADE KINDLED…
FOR DEAR’ST LIFE ON CROSSED REMNANT OF MINE MAST,I CLUNG MIDST TH’ TORRENTS...
TH’ WAVES CHASTENED ME SORE PUNISHED,AS MY SENSES WERE LOOSING THEIR GRASPS...
FADING FROM TH’ JET’ST BLACK TO LIGHT,I WAST SURE MY DEMISE HAD BEEN ORDERED DUE...
 WEARY’D I ‘WOKE TO DAWN,BY AN FINE’ST MIST ‘PON MINE FACE…
INTO TH’ BEYOND ‘FORE ME,GLEAMED AN MAJESTIC TAIL SLIP’D TO TH’ NAUT’...
‘HEAD OF IT’S LINGER’NG COURSE,AN EMERALD COAST STRAINED FORTH TH’ DISTANCE...
WITH ONLY TH’ STRENGTH OF MINE SPIRIT,MINE NUMB’D LIMBS TREADED HASTE’LY ON...
 CLOSER I MADE MY WAY,TO TH’ HEAVEN THANKFULLY BLESSED ME…
ALMOST OF IT’S GOLDEN SHORE,AN MOST FAMILIAR SEEMED SHELL LAY’D WIDE...
’TWAS MOST GRAND IN MY LENGTH OF JOURNEYS,THAT MINE EYES HAD NEVER EMBRACED...
SLIGHT OF STIR IN TH’ MIDST OF IT,WAST SOMETHING THAT YET MY MIND COULD’ST INDUCE...
 AS MINE FEET MADE HOST TH’ SAND,I FORWARD’D 'TORTH TH’ TREES…
INSIDE TH’ SHELL NOW EVIDENCED,TH’ MOST BEAUTY OF FORM GRACED PRECISE... 
MY SEARCH NOW EVER END’D SURE,”MY GOD,HOW MOST GREAT OF ALL ARTISTS...BE THEE!”...
“TH’ MOST PRECIOUS OF ALL THINE CREATIONS,IS MINE NOW AT LAST…MY ONE N’ ONLY…
 

…“PEARL WITHOUT PRICE!’
 

(‘~AZAZA’~)


Details | Chant Royal | |

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.


Details | Narrative | |

Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…


A walk, mile after mile
In quest for my lost soul,
I had forgotten how to smile
Everything felt out of control,
I fought too hard to be worthwhile
By that I got lost in my life’s hole

The regrets for mistakes I’ve made
It took me off the edge, way too far away;
Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade
But got caught up in my brutal fray,
The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage,
I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray

A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more,
Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be -
Closer to something I’ve been fighting for
The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me
As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore,
Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free.

A lesson of value I earned from my faults -
Never push yourself off the edge,
You’ll lose the only key to the vault
A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost,
So stay confined within the limits of the limit
As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


Details | Senryu | |

When You Repent Sincerely

His will forgives
Stabs of a knife
Life still in strife


Details | Epic | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Rebellious

                                        What???...

To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)

(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

WE CAN DO MORE: to fight that sin called greed

The economic injustice, the social injustice has made the workers upset
when the corporations and their CEOs treat them with little or no respect
the CEOs make more in one day than in a year of what the average employee earns
but instead of any giving benefits their backs to them are turned
it's the disproportionate dispersion of the profits that the companies make
where the employees get less than 10% and the CEOs get the bigger take
instead of spreading the wealth the situation has gotten worse
the economic divide has gotten wide and the rich get the majority of the purse

The social injustice towards the workers what the companies are now trying to do
is to strip them of what little they have got and not give them what they are due
to take away or reduce their pensions, to cut into or cut off their healthcare
to reduce salaries and cause many to now seek public assistance and welfare
how hard-hearted are those CEOs? how much money is enough?
how selfish are those individuals who want more and more stuff?
how many cars can one drive and how many yachts does one need?
how many houses do you have to acquire to satisfy that sin called greed?
I don't know about you America but I see the writing on the wall
if the workers don't unite and put up a fight the labors unions will eventually fall
we can no longer sit back in complacency it's time for 32BJ to now lead
by organizing so that the workforce will no longer financially bleed
we can no longer say I got mines and you need to get yours
it's time for us to unite because together we can do more

we can do more to bring non-union workers in
we can do more by having relationals and making friends
we can do more by spreading the union's ideals and goals
and showing the workers how to organize and thus take control
we can do more to counteract that corporate sin called greed
by becoming more involved and showing others how to succeed
we can do more to make the union movement grow
by taking our fight public so that everyone will know
of the abuse and mistreatment that the workers endure
we can do better and we sure as hell can do more

now it's time for us to practice what we preach
to make a committment as leaders by going out to reach
as many of our co-workers as we possibly can
as we can do more if together we now stand
we can do more to battle that sin called greed
by organizing, uniting and by example to now lead
so step up to the plate and take your position
now ready to stand up and fulfill 32BJ's mission


Details | Rhyme | |

Overnight Change

He locked the large wooden office door,
Walked alone to a home left hours before.
Then when he reached his humble abode,
The familiar  surroundings of which forebode.
Inserted his key, changed the locked mode,
And walked across the creaking floor.

A candle he burned in the darkened room, 
Dimly lit now, and still full of gloom.
On the stove put a meal atop to heat.
And every morsel alone he did eat.
Then to the chamber he would retreat,
To retire for the night of doom.

After donning his nightly attire for bed,
Upon satin pillows he laid down his head.
Tossing and turning, asleep at last,
A ghoulish dream he has of his past.
Thoughts that before had seemed so crass
Streams through his mind from the dead.

 Haunted visions he had, one by one.
 A cast of mistreated and over run
Connecting a past of many heartless deeds
To a present and future of uncaring greed.
 Throughout the night the dream would proceed.
Until the lunar crest gave way to the sun. 

As the sun through his window began to shine
With his haunting dream still fresh in his mind.
He arose and stepped to his window to view
Something different, he thought.  Could this be true?
The streets were the same and the people too.
As if nothing had changed but time.

His view of the world was different that day.
It was he that had changed from his wicked way.
The preceding night put his head in a spin.
The world he now saw was as it had been.
But he had been changed from within;
With a new attitude, and kind things to say.

The world, not knowing of his demise.
Were skeptical at first, then realized
That something, or someone affected him.
More generous and friendly he was to them,
Not as the old man who was so grim.
He now saw the world through new eyes.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

LOVE ON CAPITOL HILL

      LOVE ON CAPITOL HILL
Love can make you goofey in the mornin,                     
make you babble like a fool, And bark at the moon.          
Love can make you  silly in the afternoon,                  
and make your congressman act like a loony tune!            
 Love can make you sappy! doin things you'd never do.       
 Love can make you zappy!                                   
          And make you act like you was borned in a zoo. 
©  I am RON WILSON and i approve of this pome... Puem... Potery ...Pottery ...whatever


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Pen

Your pen is your weapon, shield, and outlet
You expose your heart in every line that your ink drips
When no one understands you, you turn to the thing that understands you the most
And in your words you describe the things in which  you would like to boast
Yet you approach each subject with humility
Showing forth your understanding of a corrupt humanity
Most cannot see nor can they fathom the waters that run deep within
You do not vocalize it, the deeper meaning subliminally hidden
Unwritten are the unrecognized emotions that prohibit the growth of your skills and the growth of your spirit
Your audience is limited because you speak the truth and not many want to listen
With every finished piece you reveal who you are deep inside
You release it all there is nothing that you hide
Only the open mind can truly see
That in everything you do you reveal what’s underneath


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sympathy for the Devil- Based on William Butler Yeat's The Second Coming

Burning and burning in the widening grave. 
My hero ends cannot hear the hero;
Foes fall and get pulled apart, this card is centered in my fold. 

Named anarchist, as released upon the world. 
This was before blood-dimmed for every vessel, and everywhere.  
Before heaven's ceremony of innocence made my last breath drown; 

The best lacked all conviction, while the worst still stood passionate, vigilante. While god's fire intensity came crashing to the ground.  

Surely some salvation is in his hand. Surely the second coming is at hand. A second apology! Sharply these words are screamed even from my teeth.  
A demon image, my spiritus mundis is cast.  

Suddenly, my sight is bleak, and my brothers and the many others vanished somewhere in sands of the desert.  

Not a  cloud, nor sound, no bodies here in this place for me. No more man, no more woman. All set a blaze as I stand and gaze, blank and pitiless as the sun. 

Only pain and isolation, angry and animosity.  I feel this as their moving slowly down my legs and thighs.  

Brother, love your real shadows. As loyal as they are, you've shown that loyalty doesn't matter. But still I'll love you in spite of them. 

But their darkness steadily drops again. Even through twenty centuries of stony sleep, I hear your insects buzzing with sin. They are vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, and awaken I am, your rough beast, your fallen brother.  

My hour come round at last.  
Slouching I am towards the shores of Bethlehem to be once born again.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

rebuilding your torn down walls

rebuilding is a part of life, it's about the ups and the downs
the good, the bad, the happy, the sad all that goes around
as life is about our experiences all that we've gone through
it's about picking up the pieces and somehow make them anew

rebuilding is sometimes costly it will always have a price
to rebuild those torn down walls that make up your life
so what has deteriorated? what do you need to re-erect?
what are those issues in your life that have had the most devastating affect?

to rebuild those torn down walls that you thought would have kept you whole
to rebuild those torn down walls that have caused you to lose control
in order to make it happen you need to re-position yourself in life
in order to make it happen you need to stand before the Lord Christ
now in the presence of the Holy Lord Our God the King of Kings
now in the presence of Our Creator who controls everything

now is the time to make it happen by overcoming opposition
now is the time to make it happen by taking up a godly position
in order to make it happen you need to possess a true faith
and no matter what the enemy attempts to do you need to concentrate
now focused on your mission with a purpose steadfast and sure
trusting that with God by your side there's nothing you can't endure

in order to rebuild those walls in your life that have been torn down
you need to stand on the word of God which is your solid ground
now is the time to overcome your fears and those things that the devil will use
to make you doubt, cause you to bow out one of his greatest tools
for the devil will huff and he will puff but he doesn't have a clue
that as a disciple of Christ he has no power over you

now is the time to wield your weapon "The Sword of the Spirit"
the most powerful ammunition with the words of God in it
rebuilding your torn down walls on the foundation that is Jesus Christ
rebuilding your torn down walls by overcoming the distractions in life
not looking left, not looking right but looking directly to the Lord
and no matter the price nor the sacrifice with Christ rebuild those walls


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


Details | Free verse | |

Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


Details | Ballad | |

The battle within

Sparks fly in the air
Lights glow in the dark
I am gripped by fear
As my worst nightmare attacks
It's shriek pierces my soul
It's roar tests my bravery
This battle has left my control
And no one is here to save me
The air gets colder
The light gives out
The darkness gets bolder
And I'm filled with doubt
I'm standing on a bridge, hewn  from stone
It lies between the world and my mind
Now as it approaches, I'm all alone
But this demon of mine must stay confined
It must never escape from inside me
For the world cannot withstand it
And even though I may no longer be
I will do all I can to hinder it
I summon the courage I used to lack
And stand there dumbfounded
It's eyes glow a fiery glow
It's wings are made of fire
It's sinister smirk scares me so
And I know it's one desire
Huge and menacing, it comes before me
I must now perform my appointed task
'Ancient and evil you may be,
But you shall not pass.'


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

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.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

An Occult Fairytale

 
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near


Details | Rhyme | |

We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


Details | Epic | |

Don't hold back

      Don't hold back
Gave  but
 don't expect back
Before I was born
It was said 
givers never lack
Doe some use it as
An avenue of extortion 
Yet like a truth
The great are those that gave
Their are more to come 
When you gave


Don't hold back
If you got it inside 
Express it outside
It you got the idea
Share it out
If you understand the truth
Don't hold back


Don't hold back
when you know a 
Truth and hold back
That makes you
part of the problem


Don't hold back
Don't fear
Don't fail to move
Don't with draw that in you
Don't hold back yourself
From your dreams
And aspiration
Your life could save another
Your vission could be the solution 
For others to be part of the living


Don't hold back
The brave always hold on
The man of value never gave up
The earth need you 
Our generation is in need of all
Who cares, and act
Don't with hold back 
that you know
Don't hold back to fear
Oh my love
My dear brothers
My lovely beautiful sisters
People all over Africa
All over the globe
Hold on
Don't hold back


Details | I do not know? | |

An Uplifting Sonnet

Mine ear hath heard the enchanting music, Thy splendor sounds form a steady accord; Tunes blend compliantly—therapeutic! And this tune—it stabs me with a sharp sword For through the singer, you must find talent To find your fantasy before it dries Squeal with joy—just like a new born infant! That hath his gift of uplifting thine eyes Now hear what sounds turns crowds anguish to cheer Mine ears have heard thy voice—is it songbirds? Are you awakened by the sounds of fear? The desires I hath reaped enticed herds! Yet ears grasp its want to release vast grace, Draws attention to what they hear—embrace!


Details | I do not know? | |

'the twitch'

This is the story of ‘the twitch’.  
We have all had it:  
   That bit of movement before we sleep.  
We have been awakened by it when we were younger. . . it threw our arm out to catch us 
before we fell out of bed.
   It was even younger than that for us.  
   It was sometimes confused with a kick --  from our mothers’ tummies  to the swaddle of 
blanket.  
   As we grew, the arm no longer flew. . . and thus. . . ‘the twitch’.
   It is thought that we started with 
a parting of the energy that mathematicians make Einsteins 
of, or, 
sounds of the aria that Mozart’d 
into our echoes of the day --  a marriage of concept and conceptual.  
   It took us through the outreach of awkward doubt. . . brought us ‘round the curve 
of nerve 
for monkey bars toward the first dance; drew blood in our mouths before we got the first 
punch – given/taken.
The part of ‘the twitch’ 
that is worthy of noting now is that 
   it has never wanted to be caught:  
   It wanted more than nothing to be left alone – perhaps; conceived that 
   it would be an occasion for cause. . . effect – the drive our parents tried to delay 
with Dr. Seuss and Disney books.  A teenage indifference took us away from 
   it.
We all fall asleep. . . as we’ve always done.  
The story of ‘the twitch’ begins at the thumb; carries on. . . for the course of fingers
   it touched.
Brings  us a little closer to the edge of our beds.


Details | Narrative | |

Swallow Your Pride

You were born with some sort of gift
Just remember this, my child,
Swallow the pride that takes away
Humbleness 

You are a gifted human being 
You have grown a connection with God
He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family
He reminds you to never let go of humbleness 

Tell your foes, if you have some, swallow your pride
Don't be afraid of their actions
Be in tune with God...He'll get you through this living
and He'll send immediate help on the way
because you've been gentle, patient, and courteous towards people's 
emotional trials and dangerous tests
You have been healed by the Most High

Swallow your pride, woman full of spiritual life...
You are now a bride of humbleness

You are a gifted human being 
You have grown a connection with God
He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family
He reminds you to never let go of humbleness 

Remain humble 
Love your enemies...tell them to
Swallow their pride 

They'll never understand 
What the reward is for
Humbleness 

Don't lack humbleness
Lack pride and practice
Patience before 
Humbleness 

Men of dishonor, remain humble 
Love your enemies...tell them to
Swallow their pride 

Swallow your pride, you devious fools of shame!

Pleasure-seeking women, swallow your pride...
You are now a bride of humbleness


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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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American Air

The needs and wants that freedom flaunts so worth the heavy penny for all the cost of each battle lost reminds me of the horn of plenty in which the air of our fathers fair was one of giving and sharing now all I see are broken tendencies in a society running low on the caring I feel you there, American air with your promise of tomorrow’s greatness you an asylum for dreams brining such finer things that your vast pools of knowledge awakens To touch and feel, a feeling so real as the image burnt into my mind you open your mouth words fail to come out when your lost, jailed and confined Can you remember, the cold of September when hate flew straight into our towers? they could not break the strong will and fate once freedom spread it’s wings of power The roar of the lion the grace of the eagle never gave way to the corrupting evil no, taller we stood as the way people should ever put to the test and the love that we share through our American air why settle, when soaring at our best.


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A LASTING TREATY

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


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


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




Copyright 2012 by Andrew Crisci


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I Have Autism 3: Still Human

Having autism has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to every boy, girl, man, and woman, especially that of a three-year-old. It has made a positive impact on people who'd been born with or had been diagnosed with autism since day one. Being autistic means accepting for who he and/or she really is, especially when he or she's around a bunch of open-minded people. What everyone, including me, also learned about having autism is when we're living in our own worlds and the real world at the same time. Children, teens, and adults with autism can function in the real world, even in public places, especially when they're going to school or work. What I also learned is that people can go after their dreams like being a politician, a lawyer, or whatever, even if he and/or she has autism. God has made us the way we are, and I think that having autism has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to all of us, even when I was three years old. It doesn't matter if he and or she has either autism, autism spectrum disorder, or Asperger's Syndrome, we're all still human. The whole world should know that being an autistic human being is great and no one should judge us just because we, as humans, have autism, autism spectrum disorder, or Asperger's Syndrome. The fact that day in and day out, for the past few years, people with autism, including me, have proven the board of education and those nay-Sayers wrong, even in the classrooms in all of the schools nationwide. Nothing could bring us down. Even though we have autism, we're still His children. The parents should be proud of the fact that they've raised us well, even if we have autism or any other disability. There's also a good chance of people getting into serious relationships and getting married, regardless of one person having autism. And if all of the friends and families have accepted them for who they really are, other people should be more accepting, too. I have autism, mild MR (mental retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and I'm also proud of the fact that I'm still human.


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there's a whole lot of shaking going on

there's a whole lot of shaking going on and you're all shook up
but that is how life is when you drink from God's cup
life can take unexpected turns and have you all spun around
just remember who's in control and has the power to settle life down
now Paul and Silas were in prison for simply preaching the gospel
but after praying to God He then did the impossible
 
when life has you all shook up you need to stand back and sit still
don't be negative, have a little talk with God and then wait on His will
continue to do what is required of you and trust in God to show you a plan
for God can open new doors in a way you might not even understand
but that's okay as the word of God says to lean not towards your own understanding
but to wait for the will of God to intercede and to do what the Spirit is demanding

if you have a relationship with God He might shake up your normal routine
to take you out of your comfort zone and into a place you've never seen
it might not make much sense to you and you might even disagree
but God knows what is best when it comes to your destiny

accepted beliefs, traditional concepts and that's how it's always been done
but a whole lot of shaking will be going on and your faith may be under the gun
sop forget those accepted beliefs and let God guide you along
allow Him to shake things up and put you where He knows you belong 
as no weapon formed against you will prosper nor come to fruition
allow the will of God to shake things up and put you in a better position

now the adversary also has the power to shake things up in your life
just recognize the enemy for what he is and then call on the power of Christ
a young girl who was demon possessed had caused a riot to manifest
with lies told against Paul and Silas they found themselves under arrest
but Paul and Silas did not possess the spirit of fear
for they knew that the Lord God would always be there

so at the midnight hour when all hell tends to break out
that's when to the Lord our God Paul and Silas did pray and shout
and lo and behold God answered their call
an earthquake occured and shook the prison walls
then all the cell doors flew open 
and all the shackles were then broken

for when the praises to God go up the blessings of the Lord come down
and there will be a whole lot of shaking going on 
but that's okay you're on sacred ground


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Nighttime Wonders

There is a place,
a magical wonderland
that sits at the end of your mind,
and everybody dead and living
goes there when they are tired.
It is a place that is special
and is diffrent to stand to your approval.
It is a nighttime wonder
only open from eleven to five
and you can only come,
if you truely believe.

It is a place
where the streets are paved gold,
peace runs through every corner and avenue,
no jails, no hospitals
because there is no crime and no sickness.
The skies are always blue,
and the clouds are all white,
the sun is blazing hot
and the woman all give you a wink of an eye
and all blow you kisses,
where the men want to be you,
and where the women want to sleep with you.
It is a nighttime wonder,
a special place,
in the back of your mind.
It is real, not imaginary,
nothing is fake about this place,
this is where dreams come true,
where there are no cancers, headaches, toothaches,
no wars, no enemies, no hangovers,
no schools, no politicians, no lawyers, no greed,
no sin, no temptation, no demons or devils;
everything is beautiful, and everything grand.

A piece of Heaven on Earth.
Everyone is happy,
all with a smile on their face,
not a frown in sight.
Songs are sung with the most beautiful of voices
and the sweetest of songs sung.
This place is a nighttime wonder.

When you tuck yourself under the sheets,
grab your pillow, or girlfriend, or boyfriend
husband or wife, or even your favorite stuffed friend,
we all go to this special nighttime wonderland.
A place of joy, a place of happiness,
a place where you go to forget
and enjoy,
a mini vacation.
Till that alarm clock's annyoing buzz comes on
and pulls you out of that nighttime wonder
and places you back into reality.


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Time's Runnin' Out

Time is ticking like a bomb about to blow up into smoke and flame
It alarms me to say this, but how DARE you waste my precious time

Your words could be as sweet as honey or as sour as lime

But I feel like I've been trampled to the ground By grief and gravity... My teeth are wearing off...is there a cavity to be found? Keep me in your memory...
Fulfill me with your graceful glee and vibrant positivity But it ain't no surprise that we all aren't normal and we all are peculiar in our own bizarre ways Sorry to burst your bubble, but haha, yeah...I've been causing mischief and what not I can't face my shattering reality...I can't face the consequences I must face from past downfalls Unless you trade me your ecstasy Abide with me next to sea...and I'll make sure to answer your calls We'll watch the sunset and the gorgeous waterfalls Don't be afraid, baby It's only in your mind...throw your worries out the window and pray for a blessed reality Anxiety is brewing...but you can replace it with last minute hope And I don't have the strength to hold on to the rope Time is ticking like a bomb about to blow up into smoke and flame It's quite alarming to say this, but how DARE you waste my valuable time... Blaming me for your heartless, devious crimes Time is ringing like a church bell chime...it's your time to say goodbye and it's my time to forget your name It's alarming to hear broken records of memory replay in my head...it's almost like committing a wicked crime Time's flippin' like a dime... It's almost crime...


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Releasing Void

Empty
Lost
Vacant in a light-year moment 


This poem is void 
Along with our self-esteem

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


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


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

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

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


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


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

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


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


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


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

Are your stars burning with hope?


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Innocent

He was stop at the traffic light
They had him surround
And they put a hand cuff
And he wonders what’s wrong

And said that he is wanted
For what he don’t have a clue
It has to be a mistake
This cant be true

They put him in a line up
Then come in the room and say
The others can leave
But he has to stay

So why she accuse him of this crime
When He never seen her before
The jury says that he’s guilty
And sentence him to 25 years or more

He broke down in court 
His mother screams and cried
And today 15 years after
 his mother has died

Then one night while watching TV
He sees there is a new technology
Call DNA testing that can prove
If some one are innocent or guilty

He got a new trial
And his conviction was over turn
15 years of his life was taken
That can never be return 

She said she was sorry
But he just walks away
Knowing there’re many innocents
Still in jails today

Yes some times things happens
Why we can never know
And we have to keep believing
Or our minds will surely go

He sits on his gallery alone
As the rain starts falling down
Today he is a free man
Tomorrow a new life began 

You'll never know what its means
To have your life taken from you
Confined to a world behind four walls
For crime you didn't do

This poem I write today
Is for the innocents in jails
 Keep hope brothers and sisters
The truth will prevails


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The great english beauty for princess diana


There is a english girl
That we all  know
And she is a lady

She changes the world
Where ever she goes
then one day she was taken from we

people was sad around the world
we don,t believe she is gone
so to find this english girl
thats how  my journey began

And I sailed across the seven seas
I climb the highest mountains
I solve all the Egyptian mysteries
But I never found her  again

How can we be the same again?
When the fire is all ready burning
I guess this is our destiny
and every day brings a brand new morning

And I sailed across the seven seas
I climb the highest mountains
I solve all the Egyptians mysteries
But i never saw her again

At lease I have the memories’
of this great english beauty
and in years to come I will tell the story
of the great english  beauty
and how she was taken from we
the great princess di


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Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


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Here Without You

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

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

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

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

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

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

This betrayal...not deserving a name

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

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

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good riddance


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Banana

Banana me banana you
that make banana two 
what a pair of bananas we are 
this pair of bananas will go far 


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GODZILLA THE AWAKENING-2

In the darkest nightmares of mankind lies a shadow
Realm of fear, hidden there are monstrous figures
Eluding detection's discovery, living on a harden edge
Of realism.
Dare not enter the dead man's zone, beware humanity
For death stalks in this extinctions mighty arena of the unknown.
From the pit of hell's blackened abyss, emerges a nuclear spawn,
A man made creature, of fall outs crimson rain of radiation.
Storms living earthquake, grappling the earth by it's four ends,
And shaking the whole globe in fears disastrous wrath.
Mutations legacy, a tidal waves reptilian leviathan, feel the
Ground itself tremble, beneath his heavily lain foot steps.
Godzilla lives, the rude awakening of humanity has been
Reborn, ushered in by the winds of war.
Other demons clash, arising beyond the horizon's
Hazardous blackness, a currant lifted by ignorance's blind,
Called the shield of greed's ambitious, releasing hatred's evil,
Upon the stage of man.
Survivors from a forgotten past,
Emerge exposed by the decline of our earthen
Environmental world, falling apart do to mankind's
Raping of the nature itself.
Foe's enemy joins united against this common threat,
Apocalypse’s mighty giant, stands tall ready to fight, on the
Right side of justice.
Godzilla's raises his fists of fury, to do battle on behalf of
His maker's standard, we shall overcome and defeat any
Obstacle set before us.
Side by side we enter the realm of the unknown, clashing titans,
Taking on all on comers, we shall make our stand here, on a 
Line drawn in fears instinctual realm of the unknown.
Man and beast untied, or both falling beneath a current of extension,
Let us all learn afterwards, that we should not mess with mother nature,
For she is a creature of awesome power, and we should beware of her
Mighty wrath.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Gardion Angel

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


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Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris

Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Sleeping atop a Mountain Far from Greenwood village enthralling people of Folly Under calamity Thou Doesn’t notice Thou Do not take notice of Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris veiled as Travelers Believe they’re always here So pay Heed and forever be benevolently And Fortuna pursue thee provide them with Strife They will show Thee what adversity fills our world Light-Hearted-Ale Intoxicated trickery singing blissfully Awaiting Audience, Wait and see shown Thy Hospitality With Bread and Cheese O' Morgan ap Rhys Play the Harp so Enchantingly All Will dance Until death bestowed following the Revenging road Abuse the will Of The Unseen Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Thy gift made thou so blithe With retribution Thou Couldn’t see how enchantment Curses Evil For In the Night All Will Disappear


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2012

In the month of December,
On the twenty first day,
Of the year twenty twelve,
We begin a new day,
With a new way of thinking,
Comes a new way of life,
With this shift of perception,
Comes a world void of strife,
To obtain divine conscience,
One must conquer all fears,
Learn to balance their virtues,
To a point that is clear,
If we visualize beauty,
Love, truth and respect,
In our lives we will prosper,
That’s the karmic effect,
One mustn't dwell on the past,
Mustn't bother with ego,
Mustn't dwell on such questions,
As, in death where do we go?
Just let life take its’ course,
As it comes drift along,
Everything happens for a reason,
No matter how right or wrong!

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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inspiration from the pain of another

once you get inspired
you realize you got to admire
and you got know and see
what you done to somebody
like once or twice
i remember myself saying these lines
" you aint worthless
your full of life
dont give it up
but live for the time"
i told that to a girl
who was emotional scared
brothers died in a fire
and mom didnt want her no more
true story folks
no made up lines
and the last message made me cry
her brother wanted to see her
and so did the dad
the mom i dont know what happened
just wasnte said
but last she spoke to me
made me realize what i could be
she said all this and then left
deleted me and said good bye
she said these words i will repeat"
Dylan man i love you and thank you deeply
my mom now wants me
she realizes i am something
i am the train now
wifi is going low
i cant this is happening
thanks for making my dream come true
i wish you the best
got to delete you
mom doesnt like stranger on my wall
or in my friends list after all
good bye Dylan for ever
i will never forget you
love you bye"
thats all she wrote
hit my heart like a note
saying keep doing this it is right
you helping the world not only in Gods eyes


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Love this hate that

music is more than an obsession its magic
no room in my heart for another thing
Why does the devil talk to me and i listen to it
feel like i gave myself away a conscript
who wont listen to his parents
a young rebel not caring
but i don't have a selfish center im always sharing
so let me give this back to you what you gave to me world
so much blood hate anger 2 vipers inter twineing and twirling
the black depths of my mind is swirling 
the passion i used to have is running low so follow me
No remorse im nothing more than a modern day force
evil sittin on my horse swinging my sword twords
your vocal cords as my hordes of minions claim im insane
as they dancein short shorts take a bat to your porsche
stomp down all your fortes join me im no demon
im just a evil genius alwase scheming about reaping
anyone stupid enough to close there eyes for sleeping
im fiending on feeding you to my inner beast whos dreaming
Of a day i wake up without screaming


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a kiss that showed no love

Judas was a disciple and a kiss he did convey
to let the soldiers know whom to arrest that day
Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss that showed no love
as a kiss is an expression of love that mankind thought of
but why did Judas pick a kiss as the symbol for his bad act?
why did he choose this gesture of love as a part of his attack?

Judus was a Zealot and patience is not their forte
they wanted Jesus the Messiah to make His move right away
with an ulterior motive in mind Judus tried to force Jesus' mission
unable to see that it's about God's timing and it's always God's decision
yet some think that Judas was weak in his discipleship
as he was not one whom with Jesus had the closest relationship

as humans we are creatures of ambiguity we all have some bad and good
we all have the propensity to misbehave and act as Satan would
we all have a bad seed in us that if the Lord God does not pull out
will flourish over time and have us acting out

now when Judas kissed Jesus, Jesus acknowledged him as friend
but for thirty pieces of silver Judas sold Him out in the end
from weakness to wickedness but for God's saving grave
the Human race would not even exist in this place
Like David a man who the Lord God took to heart
for David never tried to justify the bad acts he did impart

now Jesus the Christ came to us as a living sacrifice
He was God's greatest symbol of the love that He had for human life
for God loved us so much that He sent His only begotten Son
who only had a love for us even after His dying was done
high on a cross at Calvary with His last breath
He asked Father God to forgive us for bringing about His death

we do bad things, we carry out acts of betrayal, evil and killing
the things that man has done to man be it accidental or willing
a kiss that showed no love was the gesture that Judas gave 
but Jesus still had a love for him even after He arose from the grave
 







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Good Deeds

(I Corinthians 9:9)
Give and share generously
To the poor--
Your deeds be known forever 


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Jagged Edges








                                            I had once walk this earth naked and broken
                                           With my eyes I could not see
                                           Finding a vein in my heart with the pulse of life
                                           I no longer walk in the way of deceit
                                           I was drifted to the jagged edges of my world
                                           and the earth taking from under my feet
                                           Arrows of truth killed my sorrow
                                           Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is to come, and
                                           today I'm at peace.






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Season's Greetings!

Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest “Season’s Greetings”!
We’re all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings!
In just one single season; 
I can change my very significance, 
Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being,
I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing.

Autumn decorates Mother Earth’s leaves with painted colors of a much clever design.
Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine.
Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I’m breathing.
Summer sparkles in midnight’s mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat.
Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory,
Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Great Goodness!
I ‘m believing in exactly what it is I‘m seeing and feeling!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Goodness Gracious!
I’m feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being!

A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out.
A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount.
Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear.

Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree!
Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 
‘Tis Season’s Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!




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The Ballad of Travis the Knight

Travis was not tired one bit, he had no intention of sleeping.
He desired more than blankets and covers, and the promises his sheets lay keeping.
In bed, he squirmed, as the candlelight burned, he tossed and turned on his side.
-Oh that he could be someone, somewhere far away, he could be Sir Travis, the Knight.
"Gather round this table" he'd bellow to all, "a dragon approaches the town!"
While villagers trembled, the brave ran away, but Sir Travis, the knight, stood his ground.
This dragon blew flames of blue from his mouth, not a pupil was seen in stare.
But Sir Travis approached, undeterred by smoke, and the fury awaiting him there.
 Black were the wings of the serpent whose talons were known to cut armor.
Swift was Sir Travis, his shield, unyielding as sure as his galloping charger.  
Fields of wheat were blown back from the impact of sword ringing notes against claw.
Songs sung by creatures of flight were silenced amidst the screaming and brew ha.
A dust hurricane strained to obscure the view from the townspeople watching outside.
The noise and the power unleashed from both sides ensured there was not a dry eye.
And from the cacophony a silhouette formed and a figure emerged from the ashes.
Triumphant, our savior, his sword raised, there was that brave Knight called Sir Travis.
And the villagers cheered and the trumpets sang tributes of many  peaceful times to come.
And tales were told of Sir Travis' Dragon and passed down from the old to the young. 
-Yet, that night, Travis was not tired one bit, and he had no intention of sleeping.
He desired more than blankets and covers, and the promises his sheets lay keeping.
but to his bed he returned, as the candlelight burned; he lay down and closed his eyes,
As the moon smiled in phase, he again became someone, somewhere far away.. 
He was Sir Travis.
Sir Travis, the Knight.


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Trivial Question IV II




**********Trivial Question?*******

How are mosquitos' so different from People?


***********Answer:*******
They take their breakes' at the same time.....
     ------

When they go on a smoke brake....
The mosquito break's while they eats'
While people dose nothing....
                   GF

HINT:  Break the skin...


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It's Obvious

I was introduced into the vast illusions of life.
Some people call it love, others call it a knife.
Cutting your skin so you can bleed.
Each drop is a distraction from what you need.
You close your eyes and take the pain.
Then all your worries are temporarily in vain. 
No progress, no digress
Just that moment to believe that more is less.
Oh and you grieve from your hopelessness
You accept the fact that you have lost your happiness
You cry, You scream! Help is what you seek
No one hears though, we just ignore and call you a freak
All this segregation
All this quote on quote integration
The only thing it does is make the big seem bigger 
And the small seem smaller.
Belief is the only thing you keep
You grasp it so tightly and put it under your feet
Each step is a different view
You’re looking around for something new
Eyes stay open, Heart is listening
Your intentions are bright and glistening.
You want to change from mad
And achieve the beautiful emotion of simple glad  
Battle this depression, get away from this mess and
Find a whole new state of mind open for progression.
Your voice sounds desperate.
Your scars show desperate. 
You are desperate, and you’ve made a mess of it.
But it’s obvious to me,
That you can finally see
How to overcome the desperation
And use your failures as inspiration.
Yes, it’s obvious to me.


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Today

 “These times, they are a changing” 
look at who we are and lets start rearranging.  
So get up, move, and make a stand,
either get out of the way or take my hand.  

We are not “lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,”
but we need to look deep inside our soul.
We have endless oceans, if you can't see, 
but we need to live, breathe, and remember, peace is the key.

If you need to “imagine there is no heaven,”
At midnight its finished, and its half past eleven.
Make your dream a reality,
and leave at the door our brutality. 

Maybe all we are is “dust in the wind” 
Regretting life, as though it were sinned.
So don't go quietly into the night, and accept this loss as a win,
then one day look back and think, maybe this could have been.

See that “under everything, 
they're just another human being.”
When it's too late, you'll be here 
and will be a victim, of your own fear. 

So go out and live, now is your time.
These words are a lesson, not just a rhyme.
So go and don't forget what I said. 
“If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead.”  


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A Day

A Day filled with Highs,

Arduous trudging and faces close-by,

Blistering speed but careful Eyes,


We walk without tension,

For the mind it was an extension,

Purged of any apprehension,


Merely a moment we perceive,

Baring witness to beautiful glee, 

Bringing back my moment with thee,


Pouring happiness into our empty hearts,

Our lives now far from ever being sparse,

A challenge made to who dared tear us apart,


And let us not break the habit of forgiveness,

Nor the purity of remembrance,

Thus giving our day,

Our Day, Greatness


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Colliding

If you were wondering about me,  
My scars haven’t healed yet 
Your corrupted fingers penetrating me, 
Guiding me into a strange situation   

This place is fairly misleading! 
I’m turning crazed and disoriented 

Colliding…Colliding…Oh, colliding

If you were wondering about me, 
My scars haven’t healed yet 

This place is fairly misleading… I’m bewildered 
I have this bizarre feeling inside of me 
I feel as if I’m in space 

Colliding…				colliding…					colliding
					In this bizarre black hole


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Following Ahead - Please offer your honest critique and opinions

From where we’ve been, must be the truth, That was sought in the hollowness of time. Struggling to reach from the outside, To ratify oneself. From the innermost fragment there flows a justice, That one greets from behind. Leading against the vanishing compulsions of mystery, Finishing those who follow.


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Indestructible Ye

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


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THE NORSEMEN-2

What fire burns within their bellies, these Nordic adventurers,
To drive them on wards with such passions abandonment,
Voyagers sailing towards the distant shores of the unknown.
Harden men, whom live by sheer nerve, and force of will.
White bearded devils, the Norsemen, who live and die by the strength
Of their wheedling sword arm.
Riding upon the tides of destiny, they do so spit into the eyes of fate.
For only one deity, do they own alliance, and his power is supreme,
Above all others, and he is called Odin, the mighty.
 As to his honor's respect,the vikings raise their shields on high,
And steel blades shimmer underneath the heights divides.
Warriors, oceanic mariners, whom risk life and limb, against the
Power and rage of the wrath of the sea itself.
Drinking deeply, living life on the wild side of the unmerciful, 
For in Valhalla shall they gain the rewards treasure, to battle in mortal
Combat beside their chosen deity, Odin himself.
What fire burns within their bellies, these Nordic adventurers,
To drive them on wards with such passions abandonment,
Voyagers sailing towards the distant shores of the unknown,
Harden men, whom live by sheer nerve and force of will.

07-26-2014

 


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idk

In this world of live do God give or do God spend.
In god we trust your money make your life bless for best. Pay why when die heaven give no money life. Said of game now dont take da words an miss name da fame. smh. Cause this world is vein, so i bleed outside to water my mainstream of heart filled out the box of art. A gift is but live so a gift is what give. Present I wake no mistake to my take of day, now I play a one way ticket of gold with sweet palace like chocolate for da kids an family. Can't stand it, well dat make manish no planish; know how to stand it. Nerves get on some badish. Then handle all debts publick an private no childish just so wildish. Judge me not 4 i break only da law of da land with out a sight of the man. Then I walk out this cell knowing every step I take is hell to heaven.
amen


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Why Do You Weep

Why do you weep oh gentle One?
Why do you cry out when alone?
Even more, why are you silent when you go out?
Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away?

Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say?
Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care?
Do you truly feel alone this and every day?
Do you fear what more, next will come your way?

Know I am here… Though we will never meet.
Know my troubles are also great.
Know I too, cry only when alone.
Know I am just like you, my friend.

I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain.
I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away.
I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop.
But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God.

Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost.
Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn.
But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail…
And me of course, for you were never alone.

After you have sat there and silently wept…
Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world….
There are always others like you and me.  
Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone…

Take heart when you are done weeping and know: 
You are not alone: for I am also here with you.
We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time.
My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound.
Remember life is an epic to be over come and  still:
I am here for you.


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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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Onward Christian Soldiers

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


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Now Ye Type Of Signal

Each eel has its own electronic vibrations
Shinning inside is this light greater than sound
Sensing each how to teach masters causations
Harmonic waves is a phase to those all around
Ears you see understand these words of dictation
Listening closely to the voice in you hearts pound
Coming forth in sum emerging in most may be abusive
Settling in few they soon discover it means to be inclusive


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The BEAST

                         
Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul

The days eviceration about to unfold

Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake

And you wonder inside " How much more can I take"

Will you hide behind fortress of opiate walls

Do you muster your strength, do you answer the call

The Beast sallies forth, to gnaw on your bones

And you feel your heart flutter, arythmical tones  

The Dragon comes hard plunging straight to the quick

You lie there a quivver, your vessel so sick

Your hands fumble blindly for vitreous pill

Will it's weird grace you health, will it's ire turn and kill

You draw crystal daggar, plunge it deep to the hilt

Its potent elixer no drop to be spilt

The Beast flays you liver, you mouth silent sighs

And your throat, without will, cries the smallest of cries

"Oh my God share your mettle" your prayers rise above

And He comes down and kisses your wounds with his love

The Beast vents it's fury, apoplectic with rage

For you both know it's victim has just turned the page 

Still the Beast is not finished, your temple to wreck

And he slides up your back and crawls onto your neck

He pummels your skull, sodomizes your brain

His claws scourge your eyes and they bleed steely pain

His feet rake your gullet, your vomitus vent

You fall to your knees, all lifes oxygen spent

But your lance has struck true, and the toxin well laid

You know that this vile demon soon will be slayed

He howls out in anguish, and hides from your light

He slinks from your presence, flees from your might

You have spit in his eye, pissed and shat in his nest

Castrated the Golgoth, shrugged off his best

So you rise to your height, wipe the bile from your chin

And your lips they invoke the subtlest grin

For the Love of your God, companions and kin

Have made legion your forces, the beast can not win.

Your mind feels the grace that your faith doth supply

And you know to your core THIS MONSTER WILL DIE.

  Grace and hope to us all

      Walter

Hep C 30+ yrs, 2 wks post 24 wk tx, BMS 790052 eRVR



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The Tide

It is upon this moment,
That I will turn the page,
Forge my own meaning,
Gripping the next stage,

For the waves; ever so fierce tonight,
Patterned blows to our sweet fragility,
A melee of incomparable height,
Throwing us into virility,

You usher in a day already passed,
My screams are left a tainted unease,
Storms gather to tear our mast,
All that is left: a pathetic 'Please?',

Winding down this helix of obscurity,
An Ocean filled with questions remain,
Nothing will repel it's ferocity,
The tears, the scars: Were we insane?


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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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Coming out of the shadows

I am alive again
With triumph over 
adversity 
Tooth for tooth
An eye for an eye
Coming out of my misery

Back in the past
The wind blew the dark 
dust
A life in a land of no life
A land where pain resides
Even today it rains acids
Even chances of beauty 
look rusty
Corroded, though non 
metallic

In this day i come out!
With a big bang as i 
shout!
Coming out of the 
shadows
As corpes rise from the 
dead
The return of Ancient 
Pharoahs
As i conquer the dark tag 
team
Death and the shadows

I say rise oh Americans 
rise!
Arise if you feel likewise
Rise oh Africa rise
Be wise and never 
compromise
Rise oh ye Asians rise
Rise oh ye Europeans rise
For the time has come!
Letting all bye gones
Be bye gones!
Coming out of the 
SHADOWS!!


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THE UNIONS : one for all and all for one

before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies
where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously
no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage
and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage

but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity
the laborers joined together and the unions came to be
organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force
a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse
fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour
but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power
bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries
negotiating for better conditions and job security

thank God for the unions as collectively we band
one for all and all for one, united we now stand


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The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 






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Kindness In Action

Kindness is the source of  happiness, Kindness is sweet and pleasant it delights in such
acts of kindly giving and making life satisfying and worth living.

Love is patient and kind, so true kindness is love  wrapped up in generous deeds. 
A Kind-hearted person is aware of others needs and puts them ahead of self, they
don't do this for any prestige or wealth but genuine kindness is good for well-being
and overall health.

Why should we be kind to others, well it is simple there is more happiness in giving than
in recieving and it brings rich blessings and rewards such as deepening the bonds of 
old friendships and new friendships blossoms as kindness is appealing and draws others to the warm,and kind hearted ones in life they are there to give a helping hand,
they don't leave you to stand alone in this world, Kindness follows everywhere they go andthey will let it show as love and kindness overflows within their hearts.

What is kindness and why do we need it in life, it is love in action, we need it because it is what feeds our minds and hearts with Love and compassion and gives meaning and a feeling of happiness and joy which is a blessing beyond compare, the loyal love and kindness wrapped  with tender care is like a Jewel that is Beautiful and Rare it is the Precious gift that we should always  Cherish and
Want to Share.


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ET Stretch...

Good of the morning darling.
The wrath of Can has come.
Turning eyes right back to One.
I see focus burning the bush
Small scars on the planet
Creating boils in the blood.
Outrage to create pressure
Buy heaven’s gate to measure
Are you ready to stand?
Life giving water comes to sand.
it buries your well…understand?
Oceans reclaim their right to land
What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand.

....
Targeting senses are on….
Brane waves on the horizon
”...you better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…

Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.


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Verbally Twisted

My vocabulary might be a little bent and dented but its mostly twisted, 
a self-made dictionary with a little dark thought and white light in life and craziness itself mixed in it,
 I get up in the morn ready to take the day on after just one egg on a pancake biscuit,
 I got the recipe for verbal insanity just give me the egg beater and with this vocabulary I'll mix in it,
 break the word batter down like a plumber leaking water until I re fix it, 
I got one of kind writing style its too unique for any typical fool to ****en miss it,
 I got the entertainment on writing just ask me for one and I wont sell it I'll just give you a free Se7en King ticket,
 I get your mind thought high so high in the sky lifted, 
I can give a two flying ****s if my haters say I aint got talent because these words they self so freaking gifted,
 I make poems shake like earthquakes fools cant you see how my words already got your mind shifted,
 This poem is my girl I kiss it, 
This poem is just like my weed i roll up and ****ing hit it, 
This word written *****is so addictive, 
Drugs and alcohol so self-conflictive, 
now how can this king ever, ever quit it, 
These words are dying I better get some gas for this verbal car like weed everyday I better get it,
 I live the life of a young Shakespeare I write like I cant ever regret it, 
I put this poetry *****on the line with my own life dont think I wont bet it? 
So **** you, they, them, her and even me, yeah there I done said it, 
letting go of poetic gun shells firing poetic unleaded, 
shooting cowardice poets like paper shredded, 
where many young lost crooked souls go unfed den, 
watch where your two feet may be treading, 
you got to watch your surrounding so much they circle around the same setting, 
**** Life until death say's otherwise, 
I'm just kind of crazy like that I'm just a little TWISTZTED.... TWISTIFIED...


Details | Monoku | |

Rivers We Row Upon

Destination be our Almighty holds the key knock to open door


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Course of Nature

Introduction: Nature works in a mystical way…


In dark sparkles blink
In patterns scattered through the sky
Gone with a stormy wink


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Your Soul

I pray you find 
The peace of heaven
While angels dance and sing
Your song; I hope you look
Upon the blue skies
While clouds with
Cotton candy depths
Drift slowly on home;
I wish you all the happiness
That abides forever within
 The ever swiftly moving waters,
Where hopes and new dreams
Abide in all men. 


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Friend

Friend you must have been heaven sent an angel to those in need, a soul so 
golden a heart so cool as a fresh November breeze, you call it like you see it just 
like a real true friend you have a natural love for animals and your fellow human 
being, a beautiful brilliant glow that can warm the coldest skin a soft and tender 
voice that invites a soul right in. Your open door polices of handing out your love 
causes a problem to unsuspecting tugs, you are blessed with the gift of putting 
hearts at ease and it’s hard to ignore your sweet November breeze.



Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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Cracked

Cracked windshields,
cracked sidewalks,
broken hopes,
sad dreams,
hurry before the fire starts,
and your good friends leave you
and your enemies take you over,
hurry before people cry out
for the happiness you possess
they with suck you dry like a bone
and take you for granted;
when they need you,
they are nowhere to be found,
just check the coffee shops
and bookstores;
they'll be there,
hiding and betraying and kissing your dream girl
or that real cute guy you really like a lot.
See you can't see the open road with a cracked windshield
in a rainstorm,
but just remember that you can always get it fixed
and the charge will be free;
but keep driving with a cracked windshield
you will regret it! - Don't regret life,
for it is a special gift.
Pave that road or sidewalk gold,
see that love is in the air all over,
not just for a certain few,
Love is in the air,
sing it! Sing it so loud
that the people will see your true beauty
if they stick around long enough to see your true self.
Cracked smiles,
with chiseled abs and rock solid chest
and a nice face,
that is all we want in life,
we don't want brains,
or logic,
or a sense of humor,
if so we'd be with someone long ago and happy with them...
NO! We want the bikini body,
the beach body,
that hour glass figure,
and we want our teeth straight,
and our breasts enlarged
and our horoscopes read from the TV.,
we want birthday candles on a huge chocolate cake
and we want money and time and fame and that dream body
and we walk and walk and walk blinder than the day before and the day before that,
that we don't look at that one thing that is truly perfect...
and that is the heart, the soul,
the heart and soul never receive cracks
because they’re not fake and cheap materialistic things.
We never stop and realize that we should be happy about the cracked windshield,
and the cracked smile and cracked teeth and cracked sidewalks,
because we aren't Barbie’s and Ken dolls,
no we are human beings,
created to bound and be tortured by temptations
and admit to their mistakes,
even if they don't want too.
We are unique with or without that crack,
but never pave that crack,
never pave that pothole,
because that is a mistake in your open road called life
that made your journey unique!
Cherish those cracks
cherish them forever.

12/4/13


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The Chalice of Courage pt2

With a staff fitted with a blade in hand,
Leonid entered the cave.
It was dark and hot,
And with each step,
Leonid became more and more fearful.

The cave then opened up
Into a large cavern,
And in the center,
On a stone throne,
Sat the dragon
And in his hand was the chalice.

Quickly, 
Leonid positioned himself
To attack with the sharp end
Of his staff pointed at the dragon.

“Now, where are your manners?”
Boomed the dragon.
“You enter my home uninvited,
Point a pointy stick at me
And not even say a simple
‘Good day, Dragon’.”

Leonid was taken aback,
He did not expect
The dragon to speak
And not like a nobleman.

He, quickly, put aside his astonishment
And yelled back,
“Good day, Dragon,
I have come for the chalice
You hold in your hand.
I am prepared to do battle!”

“Do battle?!?
Whatever for, my dear boy?”
Why exactly have you come to my home
And threaten my life?
Have I burnt down your house?
Killed your entire family?
Killed your beloved dog?”
Questioned the dragon.

“Well, no…
But I want the Chalice of Courage
And I will do whatever 
I have to do to get it,
Including vanquishing you!”
Answered Leonid.

“Truly,
Why don’t you simply
Ask me for the chalice?”
Cooed the dragon,
“It would be much easier.”

“Alright, Dragon.
May I, please, have 
The Chalice of Courage,
So I may sip from it
And become courageous.”

The dragon stared at Leonid
For two heart beats,
Then said “No!”

“If you were not
Going to give me the chalice,
Why did you make me ask for it?”
Bellowed Leonid, angrily.

“First things first,
I made you ask
Because it was the polite thing to do,”
Said the dragon,
“And I won’t give you
The Chalice of Courage
Because you don’t need it.”

Leonid’s jaw dropped,
And he stared at the dragon
As though he had lost his mind.

After a minute or two,
He spluttered,
“I don’t need it?!
I don’t need it?!!
Do you know what I went through
To get here?
How far I traveled?
How I was jeered at 
By the village folk?”

The dragon just smiled
At the young man 
Growing more and more angry,
“Oh, I know what you went through.
It is quite a task
To make it up here,
But the fact that you did it,
That you made it here,
Proves that you don’t need it.”


Details | I do not know? | |

Divine Energy

Have you seen the floaters that seem to drift in the sky?
They can be quite deceiving; they exist on our eye,
They’re black in the centers, Surrounded in white,
A scratch on the lenses, protecting the eye,
I’ve seen others beyond these, that dance and move free,
Could it be what I’m seeing, is divine energy?
From the rays of the moon, they’re produced overnight,
Charged up by the sun, then dispersed throughout light,
To the trees and all nature, throughout all living things,
Do we play the lead role, because we’re human beings?
Colors of purple, Neon and white,
Translucent by day, rarely seen in the night,
Are they just an illusion or are they just and divine?
Do they have an influence on the subconscious mind?
Why are they here and what are they for?
As a creative distraction or to show us a door,
To a realm of existence unexplored by mankind,
Leaving secrets in shadows for all species to find,
So take a look within yourself and maybe contemplate this,
Our kingdom is amazing are you living its bliss?

Copyright ©2009 Zachary Jackson


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Silent Wars

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Mio Angelo

Your eyes shine and spakle and thy withered eyes do wake.
Wonder, page me up from the heavens unto you and I sit in waiting for thee.
Come onto me my angel.
Even though I do not deserve what you have to give.
Even though do I pale in comparitive view.

Oh, how do you think so highly,
Want so badly..
Something so desolate and broken?
Wonder, mend thy heart when all was shattered.
Even though I need it now and could not live without.
Even though what is now my heart would surely stop.

The Angel take my hand in the wind.
Under his breath he does say "You will be saved"
Wonder, my angel never lies for truth be told.
Even though I only get by in the threshhold of thee's words.
Even though rarely I demine his thoughts and never question his genuineness.

Thriving under the wings of the angel, my gaze flickers once,
To thy truimphant face of my hero.
Wonder, there it stays and shall remain immobile and frozen.
Even though I so stubbornly accustome myself to self preservation.
Even though it was once seemingly impossible to carry on.

Love emerge at first cautious and then in vain, finally absolute, timid nevermore.
Birth of new hope when was once dead, then numb.
Wonder, encase thee with thy adoring company.
Even though I understand what this means.
Even though the youth in us is overbearing, ignorance is not as blissfully blind as is feeling.


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Tiger in my eyes.

He sits at hill side head down looking yet not seeing, a tiger defeated a label often
given too soon are simply untrue, as the rustling wind brushes his time worn fur it is his
only movement, lost in his thoughts pacing in his head so many summers,falls,and winters
so many battles scaring, in the distant the jungles twisted vines hide all his enemies
hide all pleasures hide all his pain and looking into his eyes I wonder can he finish the
game....

Distant the tiger Life will not beat sits in awe as blood falls to his feet,
another battle another fight tiered and aged as he sits out of sight,
the early morning finds him, who he hides from all the piercing eyes,
a grin for he knows the path he's taken doesn't even show,
yet I wonder how much can he take? is this it are just another break?
I seen the battles his epic journey and every time I think this is it he stops the hurting,
I watch as he moves through out the day never fearing as if he's unaware he's Life's pray,
the scares healed his battered body not revealed his mind a shelled,
following him in time, what motivates him pushes him guides him I can not find,
to me he should have died years ago, why does he go on I don't know,
he raises his head licks his paw and roars "NOT MY BLOOD... MUST BE YOURS!"
as he looks into the trees, silence answers with no reprieve,
Distant stands rolling the tension off his back, another grin then back on track,
whats his destination? where is he going? a tiger not giving in just moving on,
at the start I thought it was he...like all the others was in for the fight of his life,
but after years of watching him I see it not him it's Life,
Life has destroyed and left so many in his wake, but not Distant it's not his fate,


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Perception

Perception  
Illumination
How it is known
Though is a fair game
Others became a judge
Played the same game 

In perception 
How far ahead to unknown
Thought a line between
Never drawn in fight being
Illumination became a perception  


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Contradiction

I feel so lost so gone, but yet so found/ My mind so weak, so fragile, but yet so determined so bound/ Mind so high so fly but still on the ****in ground/ Voice so silent so quiet, but yet so loud/ Feel so skinny so thin but still gaining them poundz/ Thought I wouldn't make it through the first but still standing in the seventh round/ My words so limp so skimp, but yet still making them gangstified soundz/ I feel so energized so choatic but still wanna lounge/ Ya'll better be ready when 7 comes through your town!!!! I can't lyrically quit for shyt/ Living around rez life lyrical bull isshh/ fake ass hating trickz/ wanna be bloodz and fake ass cripz/ I jus need to kick back and take another green hit/ ****a alcoholic fit/my own lizzife iz like a three dimensional skit/ I got to wake up and let myself go..can't hang on no more......gots to find my lost heart and soul...God please let a young native like me grow to know the real shyt in life!!


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InSide Happiness

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


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Eternal Be

Centered and centering,
the rise of energy courses through my form.
I have been, I will be, I am……….
Laying in repose
star searching upon the sands of time
and the desert of man, 
I wander wrapped in a cacoon of time
comatose I lie, I rise, I fly free………

Out stretching my arms toward horizon
earthly and endless be……..
I am, I will be…
Forming, formless domed head of
soul contained, mind raced, I linger.
Chasing the tail of Sirius…
following the belt of Orion,
I am, I have been, I will be……….

Within the womb of earth and sky sea and land
focused by the holy pinnacle,
the pyramid midst oasis or desert of sand
between the betweens, my heart lays 
crossed by the energies of endless sky,
blessed by the ministries of Ra
guided by Osirus to new beginnings, 
I will be, I was, I have been ….I am….soulful free.

*have ankh will travel ;)


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I'll Be There For A Friend Like You


I'll Be There  For You, To Comfort and Care For You
I'll Be There for you to see you through every darkness
every Light. I will keep your hopes shining bright.
I will be there to keep you close and hold you tight
when Life's anxieites and troubles are insight, I will
be there, for you to unburden your worries and care that
rests upon your aching and weary mind, when you are sad
and in despair. I'll be there to show how much I care
I will be your Friend who is Loving and Kind.

I Promise to be the one you will always find near, when you need
Comfort, Hope and Peace Of Mind never give way to fear.
Amid Stress in Life we face, I will reach out for you with my warm
embrace, with true kindness and Love and a smile on my face
wrapped up With Love and Tied With Lace.


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High Cloud

High Cloud

High cloud, high cloud, where are you going?
You seem determined to go where ever the wind’s blowing,
High cloud, high cloud, where will you go, 
While the sun sets and the shadows grow,
You’ve had a long day
You’ve came a long way
Drifting through the air, are you a castaway?
You provide beauty
You provide reason
You’re forever changing, as are the seasons
You hold a silent faith,
You serve a quiet purpose,
With nothing more to offer than what’s on your surface,
You amuse children,
Leave adults in awe,
You affix your grace where ever you are,
High cloud, high cloud, where are you going?
You’re fearless to go where ever the wind’s blowing,
High cloud, high cloud, where will you go,
Once the sun sets, and the shadows grow


By: Arvind Vallabhaneni
Write a backwards poem contest


Details | Free verse | |

Viva! Cinco deMayo!

Freedom and Liberty.
Bought with blood.

We've fought side by side.
Guided from above.

Mexico stood brave.
United States couragous.

Won their wars
And stood victorious!

So let's remember as we celebrate freedom
From our common foes.

That if we always stand together.
We shall surely never fall........


Details | Free verse | |

CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS

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

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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




Details | Rhyme | |

War Poems. What are they good for? Absolutely Nothing!

You can write another poem
Which shakes its head at wasted lives,
And everyone who reads it will
Wonder how war still survives,

"Your skills outline this futility,
These words will answer through the ages,"
Empty words and compliments,
Whilst outside still the battle rages.


Details | Free verse | |

In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.


Details | I do not know? | |

Look Into My Heart

 
If you can trust me for just one moment I will make it last an eternity I want to look into your big beautiful eyes and loose myself in love Wrap my arms around you and slow dance into your heart I want to feel the acceptance of change and know I fought for us Follow the beat of your heart for it will lead you straight to my own Two hearts, One rhythm, anguish erased, heartbreak replaced Souls freed of memories past... fires kindled with infinite passion Come to me now so our kiss can take us both home To the place where we live...inside each others hearts


Details | Blank verse | |

Breaking Down Our Culture

Slowly one’s life like my rich ancient culture slowly breaks down/ 
All parts of my traditional sculpture peace taken down/
 I’m a twenty-first century reservation war camp inmate I don’t know why I keep getting the shake down/
 I was once filled with change until I experienced the greed and money of the American influenced reservation hate now/
 Life young was once but no longer great now/ 
I wanted to at least finish school or college or get a real job but it seems like it’s almost too late now/
 With certainty I’m going to leave my hood but now people are telling me to stay now/ Jail keeps getting me but prison is not too far away to stay out/
 Life’s road is to uncertainty is paved out/
 Before me a path righteousness of opportunity laid out/
 Like fast food , I’m surely on my way out/ Life’s ready for me now I better take out/ 
Fresh ready for a dip in the ocean’s lake out/ 
I’m mustn’t give in no more because where I’m from has taught me to make it a must that I take now/
 Dreams are made every day but more often than not dreams continue to break now/
 Life is a piece of steak it’s no longer a cake now/
 Leaves scattered throughout my life I better grab the rake now/
 I better hold my own because I know my soul called friends but especially family can still betray now/ 
This is my life, this is my destiny, this is my fate now/ 
I got to be more real with my life I got to stop trying to be fake now/
 Because In the end where I’m from it all slowly like my culture, like my life around here ……its breaking down.


Details | Ballad | |

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


Details | Epic | |

I found a friend me

I found a friend in me where I can shut down and disappear 

Where I go some where and hide,talk out all my fears I hold 
inside   

When nobody understands me but myself I believe that they 
will never

But like I said the frist time I found a friend in me someone 
I can cry around and speak out loud 

Always be myself around love the person I'm now and never 
question the person I was years ago I found a friend in me

Without taking any risk it will pull me there anything I have 
to face and never disappear when the heat gets higher 
to100degress

I found a friend in me I love the woman I grown to be


Details | Alliteration | |

The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Three of Three

‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained

… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy,  The Promise,  The Paradise-Preordained 
The Perfect-Future  and  The Victory-Parade

… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade 

Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
 Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… 
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains

When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
 with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained 

For On Position-Comparison, We   ‘All’   Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
  
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane

                    Amen… Again… Amen


Details | I do not know? | |

Memories

Sitting there in utter emptiness,
I stare ahead in amazement,
At the remnants of a place,
Filled with memories of a glorious past.
And as i stand there all alone,
Past Memories flood into me,
Stepping back on the stones of time,
Back to a time when life was wild and free.

There as i stand amidst it all,
I see my old class come back alive.
So many familiar faces, 
Smiling back at me,
And shouting cries of welcome. 
I see all my old friends,
Some going about their daily business while others gossip.
And there among them i see myself as i used to be,
Laughing and joking around so carefree,
Knowing not what the future holds.

Standing there engulfed in my past
Seeing so many happy faces, 
Of those whom i held dear to my heart,
I shed tear in pain, which trickles down my face and falls on to my palm.
Realization flows back to me once more,
The pain of it all embracing me,
Like a Venomous Sting,
That penetrates my veins,
Darkening the depths of my heart 
Where my memories lay, 
Locked up for evermore.


Details | Free verse | |

Frisky Dandy Lion

Let the air fill your vocal sounds
Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir
You are the main event
Brazening with glamorous features 
How lucky could you be? 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Though your bones are fit enough to fight...
There's a possibility you could be a bending stem

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl 
Thrilled by denied consequences 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity
Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth
I could sense your controlled hunger

Snatching me in alarm
Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm
Don't give away this edification...
Except it and don't lose it at all
Burn down 
The resistible temptations
Slightly crawling their way 
Out of drilling fears

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws
Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish

Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble 
Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion
Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills
Filled with pride and contentment 

Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras 
Be the thriving, main event 
Create a courageous scene just for curiosity

Keep yourself stable 
Reflect your will on a clear, glass table
Meander your troublesome ways
Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors
Full of heartening compliments

Bring this ticket to heaven's heights 
Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate
Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals
Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind 
You are still considered 
My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights
Where safety is freely given
To a hungry, pleasurable kitten


Details | Acrostic | |

Success born

5th january2012.

Before you read the poem please put together the first alphabet of each line to understand the theme…success personified (acrostic style with rhyme)

Seeds sown at the child’s birth, Understand that to be born in sin, there is no dearth. Cease to reason why the mother her name is always betrayal, Come on we all know her best girl friends are struggle, heartache, disappointment and denial. Ease into the child ears soft strain of lullabies of hardship,sorrow,grief and of people on trial. Sure we are that the father his name is sufferings, his buddies are tragedy and despair, Sweet child of the unholy union can be the one to get the electric chair, ……………………………… But is known as SUCCESS if given tender loving care, Oh its roots are always never too rich, that of multimillionaire. Rise from the crowd below and climb the steps of glory, Now on is the only aim for him so that in his memoir he can write a fine story….


Details | Epic | |

I Am Victorious

I want to be the only one who'll outlive the others. I want to stay healthy and fit for a long, long, time. There's always such thing as, "living life to its fullest." It seems that at the end of the day and a life-changing journey that includes losing weight and stuff, I will be the victorious one. Every victory counts in life and the lives of every individual possible. What's so great about being victorious is when he or she has accomplished something in life like giving back to the communities, helping the homeless, finding the cure for life0threating diseases, and/or stuff. Being victorious also means that we're becoming a bunch of self-proclaimed living legends. In all dreams and in the real world, we're all lucky to be alive and victorious. The greatest thing about being alive is when everybody's making wise decisions like dieting and exercising, staying away from a bunch of cold, heartless criminals, and so on. And at the end of the day, in God's eyes, we are all victorious. Victory is, and will always be ours.


Details | Epic | |

Different Point of Views

Every day, people each have their own different point of views. These points are either
good, bad, or in-between. And for when he or she gets him/herself in a compromising
situation, that's so bad. It seems that when most people cannot agree on almost
everything, they can talk about it. When it comes to males and females really need to see
their point of views in life, they should just stick with them. There's a lot of things
these people really want to talk about: religions (Muslim, Christian, Catholic, etc.),
politics, favorite types of music, nationality, almost everything. And if these people
want to talk about supporting gay rights and immigration rights, then that's on them.
Everybody knows that their opinions should count, even if they're just different from
other opinions. It looks like that the entire nation is trying to express their real point
of views. If these people each have different point of views and values and that kind of
stuff, then I guess I have my point of views, too. There's just different ways for all of
us, as equals, to express ourselves, especially when we're trying to say what's really on
our minds. We have different point of views, we're entitled to our opinions, and that's
just the way the whole system goes. everybody will have also thought about what these
so-called "Nay-Sayers" were going to do like shutting the mouths of  the whole entire
nation up, covering up their lies, and trying to take control of almost everything, but
it's completely typical of these lying has-beens. If everybody's entitled to their
opinions and want to give out their extreme point of views, let them do so. And if these
so-called "Nay-Sayers" each have a problem with the way we talk, the way we act, the way
we dress, or whatever, that's their problem; not ours. I wish that everybody had their own
point of views and were entitled to their opinions.


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Chapter 12 Annihilation

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


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The Pity Of The Pious

The pity of the pious spreads like a virus did I ever ask for it if I did, please recite this for I don't remember thinking myself worthy you bring shame to my name for it is not me who is hurting for something to believe in pretend that you do my faith is a rock and it now falls on you returning your pity for I feel I know too how desperate your are for something to pull yourself through so I do this one thing I shall be your victim I pity the pious who has too much time to listen for my stern voice of reason I'll be your stone carry my name, wear it proudly if it gives your heart a home.


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Epiphany

An epiphany is actually a Christian holiday that takes place on the 6th of January every year. An epiphany is also a sudden realization of greater truth. It seems that after he or she had said some hateful re