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Details | Free verse | |

Preacher's Son

I am the Preacher's son
who stole the bread
and broke it with a wrinkled face,
the essence weaving behind her retinas.

When I stole from the church,
Mrs. Worther 'the bird', had spied me
sneaking out the vestibule door,
from her usual early service perch
in the very back pew.

She carried this secret for many years,
including when she caught me eavesdropping
on midweek board meetings
from behind crates of cheap wine.
Instead of showing scorn,
she had given me a warm wink,
offering a lesson
by leaving me there to think.

Mrs. Worther
who had been my Sunday school teacher,
had made me study the lessons
without ever becoming a preacher --
especially later,
when it came to my thievery
and excursions into the park,

where I broke the bread
with a wrinkled face,
the essence shimmering behind her retinas.

I am the Preacher's son,
who instead found the presence
amongst ducks and swans,
when I broke the bread
with that crazy old lady -
gleaned what I needed to do,
and since then,
have never again
sat in another pious pew.

So now,
I am the 'bad' Preacher's son.
Some people whisper righteously
how I have come undone,
made a pact with the dark,

while I break the bread
with that age-old essence in the park.

Inception Re-mix
March 24th, 2014
(originally written: March 24th, 2010)


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner

Details | Couplet | |


I saw him on the highway
Thought he was insane
Standing with his thumb out 
In the pouring rain
I don't usually stop for hitchhikers
But something said I should
Besides, it was raining awful hard
And the wind was blowing good.
I said, "Hop in, it's cold out there.
Where you headed on this stormy night?"
He said, "Down the road, I really don't care
Just somewhere else will be all right.
I ain't got no license, so I'm travelling kind of slow
They just left me out of prison a few nights ago."
I might not have stopped had I known
Now we were on this dark road all alone.
I didn't know if I was in any danger
But as I drove, I listened to this stranger
He spoke of life and of acceptance
He spoke of sin and of repentance
A story of gratitude and saving grace
And I saw a smile come on his face.
He asked if I'd take him a little farther down
And drop him off in another town
I was already late but I said okay
And I listened to his stories along the way. 
When he was getting out he said, "Thanks for the hand.
God will bless you. Soon, you'll understand."
There was a new feeling inside me that I found
And I began to turn my life around.
I stopped at the prison to find out about Jack
And tell him how I got my life on track.
The warden listened and he shook his head
Saying, "I have a hard time believing what you said.
It couldn't be Jack, I'm telling you so.
You see, Jack died this day, eighteen years ago."

Angels come in strange forms sometimes.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr.

Details | Light Poetry | |

lifes meaning

Life has a meaning that nobody knows, like the past and the present everything comes and goes. your life is a mark that can't be erased your problems get worse and they need to be faced. you think things over as you lie in your bed your whole life flashes in your head. where did the madness ever start why won't the pain go away in my heart you ask and you ask when will it be gone, will the hurting inside ever pass on. no one knows the answers except one God, so just live your life to the fullest and try to have fun. because then you may find a love that eventually falls apart and again there's a aching deep in your heart. once again there's that meaning that nobody knows like the past and the present everything comes and goes.

Copyright © tiffany franklin

Details | I do not know? | |

1-15-10 Commands

Smile. Laugh. Why must you command yourself?
Dont cry. Dont show them your organs. 
Its all a lie, isnt it?
The very fabrics of life. 
Do they see pain upon your face?
Does the sadness seep through?
Tears crystalize in your eyes. 
Your too brave to risk wiping them away,
and not brave enough to let them pour. 
Blink them away. 
Good, you follow commands. 
Do you know how to be a leader?
Do you close your eyes and walk?
Trust me. Follow the sound of my voice.
Will i lead you safely? Dont be so sure. 
We are all liars at our root. 
Push your self forward.

Copyright © Jay Loveless

Details | I do not know? | |

The Unanswered Questions

How ironic? Has God ever fallen in love?
I am sure the supreme power does have a clue about love.
Then why are many struggling with questions that have no answers.
If certain sensations are not meant to be then why does one have to go through it?
Or is it a good way to put a check list on Karmic activities. 

One’s feeling doesn’t seem to make any sense and the restless notion only brings discomfort.
Even though some things seem so right and pulls one toward a make believe world,
Attempts and efforts don’t seem to fade away.
It is with the tornado of genuine feelings that keep the tingly feeling of love alive.
So does God understand this?

Even though modernization has struck onto the minds of many,
The devotion and willingness to surrender to that person develops a passionate and overpowering desire.
The sweet and sour, or bitter and sweet emotion creates fear or questions fate again and again.
Once the brave feeling has been awakened and humble efforts have been tried upon,
One cannot fight destiny, but can hopefully open a new change to Karmic policies.

As time goes by, one notices that it is no more days, weeks, months, but years that has shaken the foundation of a belief that finally love will conquer over the negativity,
Love is the feeling that has no answers but only a precious sensation is felt.
Again no answers, but more questions and experiences are shown and learnt in every way.
There must be something better stored for everyone that is why one walks through a chain of tests.
Happy living and sustain that positive attitude.

Copyright © Bhavna khemlani

Details | Narrative | |

African Child

" From the debt of my heart"

The African child
Sat behind the bamboo fence
He was sober and tense
Sputtering and wondering.
He forsook the bush meat
And the gathering under the moonlight
For sobriety and the causes of his uncertainties.
His clothes were like dried leaves
His feet like openings in the eaves
He longed to see a brighter tomorrow
He clarified the causes of his sorrow;
Sins of the father,
Fighting not to make things better
Therefore darkening the weather,
Making his destiny falter and bitter.
Tears exuded from the sound of his flute,
His fears enlarged like a parachute
But one thing he never understood,
Watch and pray, oh! African root
For your foundation is stinky, filthy,
Faulty and guilty...... watch and pray.

Copyright © Charles Melody Lightning Ink

Details | Romanticism | |

Autumnal Grace

The autumnal grace that bodes so well 
For eager souls departs,
Upon a dove wore Gaelic prose
Devised by naïve hearts,

For afterthoughts as echoed dew
Sate the doleful needs,
Of naïve souls whose hearts dispose
Of decadence and greed,

For autumnal grace a phrase misplaced
In modern times bestowed,
With meaning laced with fervent haste
That once defined our souls.

Copyright © William Ward

Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

Details | Haiku | |


Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy

Copyright © viviane leite

Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.

Copyright © viviane leite

Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 

Copyright © SLS It Is Rife With Ambiguity

Details | I do not know? | |

The Dove

I stand here in this abandoned
church listening to the derelict
silence of the sombre ambience.
I look out of a shattered stain-glass
window, my mind has gone blank.
The bell rings sending an eerie
chime through the dust covered
My heart is racing from the 
spine-chilling fear that suddenly
floods my body.
I look once more; a white 
dove sits peacefully on the 
window sill chirping its soft
song; tranquillity from deep
within a magical heart.
The bell rings once more,
it startles me,
I turn back to peer out of the
shattered window,
the dove was made from glass.

Copyright © Leighann Anderson

Details | Sonnet | |


I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

Copyright © Ann Rich

Details | Lyric | |

Human Being

I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, 
I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home,
times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, 
the act that held me down, something about me I could not see,
I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, 
so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share,
love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, 
friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being?
My life will move in the direction I choose, 
this I know I have always been taught
that I choose to be a winner or lose, 
its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts.

Ken Fepulea'i

Copyright © Ken Fepulea'i

Details | Epyllion | |

Late Night On Salisbury Ave.

The meadow's radiance gradually dimmed
and evening littered far and wide
it encouraged the unfamiliar 
and everything uncertain.

The night accelerated sounds of anticipation 
as a thousand strangers loomed
and I thought him to be a foreigner 
until he glanced twice 
as his smile slightly dropped
 astonishment plagued him

Insecurity encompassed me
as I turned away in doubt 
betrayed by the numinous... 
that often guides my thoughts

He left with lady and child, to merge 
With a thousand anticipating strangers 
 and the northern lights sheltered me
  the explosions across the sky 
gave satisfaction -to so much expectation 
that unexpectedly emerged 

Then the night was briefly soundless; 
the applause prolonged 
as were my my immersion
and within what felt like only seconds
he was passing, 

 through a thin pane of glass 
all I could yield was a smile, 

a smile to the incredulity within his eyes. 

Enclosed with the evening...was the meadow, 
and the difference was indistinguishable.

Copyright © Angie Mae

Details | Free verse | |

To Snow and Angel Dust

                She bounced right off the inkling
                             . . . . . . . . .   golden rings and tinker bells winking
                                                                on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
                through the galaxies spinning
                             . . . . . . . . .  aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
                                                                atwist amidst anticipating ...
                on Halley’s comet tail she flew
                             . . . . . . . . .  in the genius of a snowflake parade
                                                                 in search ... in search
                                                       . . . . . of something he once said
                to the atmosphere on a cloudy
                             . . . . . . . . .  day
                                                      over rooftops flurried in December snow
                in a glance of her cosmic smile, 
                             . . . . . . . . .  she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
                                                                 sang songs of fields of poppies soon
                budding beneath the snow,
                             . . . . . . . . .  and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
                                                                  upon the world
                and the earth shimmered in many colors
                                                                  and gave praise
                             . . . . . . . . .  and the angels came and fetched her up ~
                                                                  and He smiled.

Copyright © Jill Martin

Details | I do not know? | |

A Gushing Eulogy on the Devil

The time when thy heart’d beat no longer
When thy soul’d be shaken by thunder
Of the innocent hands of the Death
Coming to take hold of thy breath
What thou can do but the End to face
And lie happily in the Death’s embrace?
Your body awaits the fire and lashes
You’ll be crushed to earth and be burnt to ashes
No more laughs and no more grins
What else to eat but fruits of sins?
Thy boasted grandeur shall turn into dust
All thy powers and all thy lust
Everyone you gulled, everyone you fooled
Will all be with you, by the fire cooled!
Then the Lord shall rise, and the Love shall reign
And then thou shall see all you did in vain
Nothing remains then but to sigh and moan
How would it feel then? To taste Death alone!

Copyright © Farshid Rezaee Araghi

Details | Blank verse | |


Some divine light
Beams upon my life

Every day the same sight:
A star beyond shallow sky,

Would I see you if I die?

Copyright © Lukasz Walterowicz

Details | Rhyme | |

Love Letter to the Lord

Of course, who can claim to be my lover Eternally wedded to him I am, in the form of a prayer That is you, only you, powerful Lord Revered you shall be as long as I can breathe your word! Seated on the highest altar of my heart Forever you shall be the ladies' sweetheart Even if the guys will want their friendship's part My lover forever you shall be in your tender heart Feelings are profuse, You have been my only muse Lighting up at all times my fuse Tending all the times to my bruise Blissful are those seated near the Lord Guiding them he is, always away from discord Pray, altruist Lord, Love me endlessly I am yours incessantly, claims my harmony
Placed 6th in the contest Endless Love;Gail Doyle

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Details | Rhyme | |

Knock, Knock!

Knock, Knock!
Who is it that goes there,
It is me; I am in your air,
And a deep root we share.

Knock, Knock!
What on Earth do you want?
It is me, the one they daunt.
But you and I have to jaunt.

Knock, Knock!
Would you just go far away?
It is me, and forever I’ll stay.
I ‘m here giving you the way.

Knock, Knock!
Why must you keep bothering me?
Because you are one of me and see.
I have come to set souls totally free.

Knock, Knock!
Have you not been here a time or two before?
Yes it is me; I will always knock at your door.
You’ve buried me alive deep inside your core!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2008

Copyright © Ann Rich

Details | Free verse | |

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

Copyright © Rixa White

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Crossroads- A night flight

I can hear the silence again
I can take back the time to think, to feel, to just 
I have held out my hand to slow down time
and I have floated back down to myself
returned to my body for a while, you see;
I am here just on loan.
I dont know if I can lose myself again, 
lose myself to the fear of living, fear of the inevitable, fear of pain inescapable
so I think I'm just gonna ride on out on this illusion wave
and, you know- 
If you find a rock to cling to, and it breaks away suddenly, and you find another 
rock to cling to,
and it also uproots itself as well,
and you feel uneasy without solid ground
you gotta just learn how to be at ease with floating
till you gather the courage to fly away
into the unknown
and pardon my sudden departure.
but the next flight is at 12 sharp
and its already a quarter to midnight

Copyright © Meggan Rogalski

Details | Free verse | |

The Pond of Darkness

Swim in the pond of darkness,
Dive into a complicated world,
Try to breathe the air...
Smell the sorrow,

Beneath a dark world,
Where life doesn't exist,
Where souls are drenched with grief,
Where words are silent,

Eyes do not sleep,
Tears do not cry,
Hearts never share love,
Lies drown in lives,

Nothing shines,  even
The sun gives darkness,
Skies fall apart
Oceans split into two,

Disguised with smiles,
While covered with invisible tears,
Betraying your own souls, for you're
Lost in a web of fear,

A life that changes an angel into a devil,
A life of sickness with no remedy,
A place with haunted hearts... Where
Souls never see "life,"

Prevented from light, 
A world filled with dishonesty,
Souls drowning and dying
Tears pretending to smile, but crying,

One day, some one will have to face the truth,
Souls will rise to the top,   and
The darkness will fade away....

Copyright © farah chamma

Details | Blank verse | |

yellow dress

if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
wearing nothing
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most beautiful things
about dancing with the moon
right before throwing up
something black & fleshy-pink
on the rock where i was sitting,
& we walked back to eat
a fried egg standing
next to the stove where
she would light her cigarettes
swigging shady ladys, silently
listening to my developing dissatisfaction
& some sort of lingering love,
if she was here right now,
staring blankly at flies buzzing,
i wouldn't be surprised,
even if it has been three years since she died.

Copyright © david glines

Details | Narrative | |

The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998

Copyright © Ann Rich

Details | Rhyme | |

The Dying Of The Light

The Dying Of The Light

The dying of the light,
offers no saving hope
Dark brings more fright
hangman has his rope.
Mind eats its own bread,
sorrow plays a game
Who cares if you are dead
life is evil and often lame.
Future waits for no man,
death lays traps with glue
No good to have a great plan
if the devil is truly after you!

The dying of the light,
offers no saving hope
Dark brings more fright
hangman has his rope.
Tomorrow hides from today,
pain slinks in unannounced
Too many, too little pay
imps waiting just to pounce.
Cry for help and more light
the echoes serve to please
The devils of each midnight
eat crying souls with such ease!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-09-2015

Note--I had a dream and in the dream the voice kept saying ,
"Beware!  The dying of the Light comes."
I woke up, walked to my computer, sat down and banged this one out.
A bit dark and foreboding but so was the memory of the dream!
Another  verse was given to me in that dream  but have I started a poem based upon it that shall go in my private journal. That poem will be much longer and is about halfway finished as of now. Already 36 verses inked.. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Rhyme | |

Ready or Not

The "shocking" news gets all the pub,
while the worthwhile takes the back seat.
People are generally more concerned
about the scare that is Britney's hair 
or lack thereof.Or about the final 
resting place for Anna Nichole when it 
is really nothing more than a hole.

No, I'm talkin' about the euro supplanting
the greenback as currency of choice.And 
the boistrous voice of one proud and
nasty man from Iran.While his nuclear 
pot does boil and stew, he obsesses with
obliterating the Jews.

And what about man getting so very smart,
smart enough to clone, but then  wonder
exactly what he's  done.And each day
more and more lava running into the sea 
and quake after quake continually rocking
our world while  an overabundance of 
hurricanes,typhoons and cyclones does so swirl.

No food here....dried up all around.Wait, two
states over......flood waters totally cover the
ground. And this is no longer rare, it goes like
this around the globe... everywhere. And then 
there is this special place called Israel who's
desert was once so barren, now has vegetation
galore and God only knows what else is in store
for them.

Again, not really front page stuff is what is 
goin' down in China.It is overwrought with 
an abundance of various diseases from 
TB to HIV to Hepatitus B.That is just to 
mention a few. But there are certainly enough
where they are mystified and really don't
know what to do.

Then we have this guy bearing the number
666 who proclaims he is Jesus.Avoiding him 
would be wise.... might be satan in disguise.
The search is still on, but not so much for the
truth.Man is content with things that just seem
right by todays standards.... lies that tickle their 
ears and belie their fears.

And so amazing is this new fangled computer
chip that is implanted under our skin that carries
so much information.Might it someday very soon
be used by someone who is bent on tracking
and peace, though false , and "globalization?"

Yes, these most certainly seem to be the labor
pains foretold in the Bible regarding the "last days."
And yes, like labor pains, they are increasing in
both frequency and intensity. No way can mere 
mortal man keep them at bay. 

These labor pains will soon lead to the "delivery"
of the long awaited Messiah.Only this time, He won't 
come as a humble child, meek and mild, but instead,
a mighty warrior king come to rescue those committed
to Him.

Copyright © Douglas Kandel

Details | Rhyme | |

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!

Copyright © Ann Rich

Details | Quatrain | |

In the Mist of Life

In the mist of life, I have found myself
  lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.
A chill to the bone, a fall to the depth
  a longing to feel the warm rays of day.

There was but one road which ran to a church.
  There was many roads that ran far in the wood.
Like a fool I have run past Elm and Birch
  this lost road turned to a trail where I stood.

 A dark cloud now forms a narrow cold sky
  a wind from the North, which blows coastally. 
My choice brings no answer only a sigh 
  it made years ago and so willfully.

Weary am I of a life on this path
  wishing to visit my option again.
Fearing my Lord or fearing His wrath 
  I backtrack this road but only in vain.

Before me a puzzle of rock and stone  
  reaching far back before a road in time 
planted me deep in a mist with no tone 
  searching for a life, that I could call mine.

This narrowing track turns back on itself,
  the undergrowth soon will stand in my way.
In the mist of life, I have found myself
  Lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.

Copyright © Mike Samford

Details | I do not know? | |

As Love Whispers---Beholding---Between Two Hearts

As in times
Love comes softly
Whispering my name
Sweet softness 
Of Beauty to behold

Love melodies 
As Two hearts engage
Never grows old
Stays always Strong

Wanting more Time 
to hold-on
Making Moments Long
Love lives Forever 

grasping hold
treasures unfold
Times truth... Prevails
Enchantment... set sails

Love encounters
Entwines never fails
Two hearts… 
Two souls... binds

Man & Woman
True Love endures
Love Whispers words
             “I Love You”

Love emotions
Desirable and true
Love engages passion
Love is never alone

Love always together 
Never strays
as Love calls out
Calling each other home

Love tender words
Two hearts.. heard
Conversing... moments
Twilights glisten... 

Love never hides
Sharing.. caring.. 
always listens
Love Never Subsides…

both-hearts claiming
between each-other... 
deeep inside
Whispers… knowing 
Raising beyond.. growing

Copyright © Star Light