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Forty Today

Visited you today
as the sun set in the horizon…

the orange tinged carnations 
were a perfect complement 
for the skies
and for you… 
orange and blue
always remind me of you

the winds softly blew
and I just sat there
staring at the grass,
well more at your name really…

hardly believing
what I am looking at, 
that it’s been seven years

of missing you,
of just putting that reality
at the back of my mind…

But there are days,
such as today
which make me 
confront that reality—

I see your smile,
remember your laughter
celebrate your spirit
and your love

Tears, I tell you I have
the most stubborn tears
maybe because they 
make it so real for me?

I look around me
and look for that sign

Nope, not there…

I say a prayer
and speak to you
thankful for the life shared

I kiss the date that you were born

and walk away

my reflection on the car window

One last look around,

and then I see it…

a cat, as we drive away…

Skies now streaked purple and pink

**My brother would have been 40 today, May 6…

Copyright © binibining P.iNk

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You asked me the other day, my friend, who 
I am  
I replied: I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true  
Look how much the same we are,
No matter what the color, the creed, the race, the status
Look, I am born and die, suffer and enjoy, love and hate just
Like you!

I am a father, a brother, a son, a mother, a sister, a daughter, just   
Like you,
Happiness I seek, family to raise I wish, peace to find I look for, just 
Like you
I yearn, I abhor, I fear, I hope, I bleed, I heal, just
Like you
I believe, I doubt, I accept, I refuse, I laugh, I cry, just
Like you
We are alike, we are the same, we are brothers, children of 
A unique father 

Why have we:
To oppose, to fight, to hurt, to destroy, to eliminate 
One another ?  
Are really our seas that narrow, the oceans that small, the lands so
Limited to contain all of us?
Is it the case that our hearts are not big enough and our minds are not 
Wide-open to enfold all men ?     

It is up to us, my brother, to change this world we have inherited, with its:
Virtues and vices, history and culture, sins and merits and
Try to make it better, nobler, kinder and more caring world
Obliterating harmful beliefs, 
Demolishing injurious divisions,
Destroying detrimental distrust 
For to
Bring the dawn of a new loving world, 
A world of acceptance, of respect, of justice and of
Universal brotherhood
So as 
With peace in our hearts, liberated would we be
From past’s deleterious tribulations
For myriads of years, have kept apart!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
     24 OCTOBER 2013

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis

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Brother Of The Quill

Brother of the Quill
Join me in a dance
For mother sings nightly
And father sleeps within a trance
Deerskin feet 
they'll never hear our steps
Through hemlock and the fields of wheat
All night long we will dance
Moon Mother lights our way
And our ancestors shine as bright stars
We will run as the wolves
And sing from our hearts
Brother of the Quill
Join me in a prance
We will shoot stars with our arrows
And wish for another dance
Deerskin tents
They'll never hear the swish
Of when we sneak back in
And fall asleep before Father wakes again

Copyright © Jay Loveless

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Home Of The Hang Man

Home Of The Hang Man

The children are so full of doubt
No one is allowed to speak
No one is allowed to shout
Opinions are driven underground
Seems that every time they do it wrong
Always been the same old song
Never get it right
Never allowed to speak
Never allowed to fight

It’s a strange house
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house

The kids just don’t understand
They don’t see that this is the way it’s all been planned
Keep them frightened is the game
Then all those “other” things won’t need to be explained
Why is big brother always mad
Why is younger brother always sad
Why does he sit in his bedroom all alone
Because it’s a strange house
And not a home

It’s a strange house
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house

Everything they do or say
Is turned into to a weapon to build upon the barricade
And Dad pretends he’s not afraid
Of the sudden discovery of suffocated memories
The dark deeds linger in a cage
Of ridicule and violence that makes the babies cry
So Mum has buried her suspicions worryings away
In Sunday lunches usual farce
A make believe gathering of corrupted loving and pretended merry making

It’s a strange house
The kids are so full of doubt
A strange house

Big brother hit the self destruct
With pills and needles long before he decided he was gay
No one ever asked him why he was so mad
And  no one ever asked why younger brother was so sad
He sits up stairs in his room 
Surviving in a sea of doubt
The suffocated memories have all come out
He’s always sad and he’s always alone
The babies to they both have grown
But he doesn’t know them anymore
It’s been so long since he left that so called home

It’s a strange home
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house

Their children are so full of doubt
Brought up and made this way
All their futures turn to grey
As all the buried memories fight their own way out
Remember why they always felt so wrong
Remember what happened when we were young
And mother just closed her eyes she did not help
All the future turns to grey
Brought up and made to be this way

Father was the hang man who took their lives away

Copyright © colin mitchell williams

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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

Copyright © Shanity Rain

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I found you crying in the closet when you were only five
A walk-through closet that opened onto both our bedrooms
You had a bad dream    didn’t know where to turn
Mom and Dad weren’t home    left us with Uncle Joe
but he always went to bed right after supper
And he wasn’t our uncle    just a lonely old man
who stayed on when we rented his house

You were my little brother    so I took you to my bed
Later you told me I petted you like a little lost puppy
The next morning I helped you make your bed
Our first chore of the day    making beds    
smoothing and tucking covers 
erasing signs of disturbed nights
Making neat what was chaos
We didn’t realize we were making beds in a burning house

Inside our home reality was knocked askew
to match our town    struck by the tornado a week ago
I held tightly to your hand as we boarded the bus
Mom was running away from Dad    taking us with her
No great adventure awaited us    only fear of an unknown future
At ten all I knew to do was bury my face in your cowlick and cry

You ran away from home     I found you sitting at the corner
with tears rolling down dirty    freckled cheeks
stumped because you were not allowed to cross the street
Your pillowcase full of clothes    a sad lump on the pavement
I took your hand and led you home
I taught you to make your own bed
with perfectly tucked corners and fresh clean sheets
But our house was still burning

Soon only the two of us would be left
Our sister headed to Heaven wrapped in her chenille bedspread
Mom trailed behind hanging onto a loose tail of the sheet
flapping forlornly in a cool autumn breeze
I took your hand    sat with you on the window seat
We watched parades of people passing through our house
who never noticed us     And we waited
We waited years for Mom to return    although she slept in her bed
each night and made it first thing in the morning
Our house was still burning

You grew up to set your own houses on fire     
It was what you knew    making beds in burning houses
Each time I found you    took you by the hand
led you to a peaceful place where we could sit quietly
and watch the world go by for a time    
Words    unnecessary between us     
They had been since before you could talk
when Mom placed your chubby newborn self 
in my four-year-old arms    and said    Here’s your baby brother    
You watch out for him    He needs you

Your fires have all gone out now    
No burning embers left to catch on the bed covers
You make your bed with ease    precision    
and a renewed sense of purpose
I watch happily from a distance of only miles
And know you can feel me    still holding your hand

For Kevin, the most exasperating, loyal, and lovable little brother anyone could have.

Copyright © Monterey Sirak

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Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.

Copyright © Mac McGovern

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Notice of Love and War

He woke and saw his beloved asleep with one breast partially exposed

And with his fantastic limp he works his way to the kitchen

He made coffee for her with croissant lathered with jam

Gently he pulled at the exposed women and gestures with the tray

Happily she wakes and with great affection reaches for him

Coffee is second and pastries  with jam come close to him

But he is first and the love hits him like the wind

Gently it began and gale force now

He had to lash himself so he wouldn't be swept away

And it grew

She always lay in their position and there was no other

He would mold himself to her and tease her nipple

He came home weathered from the battle and with grief

Friends had been shot by snipers and the heat

He had seen a woman with a basket approach his friend

And she dropped the basket and pulled the belt

The explosion deafened him and his comrade's face is gone

Fragments hit him but he is running to his friend

But the friend lays silent

Gazing to the wetness on his leg he falls

He is deafened and wakes in terror and looks upon the leg

And finding himself in bed she tries to talk with him

But he claim's it's a bad dream and the basket falling

And later...............

The limp was his reminder of that day and he eats the croissant for his friend

Copyright © Patrick Cornwall

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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.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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A Collage For Dale

Here you are, only twelve, at our kitchen table.
Such a carrot top you were! Strangers used to think
you were our red-head mother’s natural son.

And here’s that photo you took of me at college.
Though you’re not in it, how could I ever forget
it was you in front of me that snapped that shot?
For I’m laughing and so glad you came to see me!

In this one, all ten of us are in the back yard
dressed in our Sunday best - our first big reunion!
I’m nearly 30;  just look at my silly perm!
Folks still mistake me for Dori in this picture!
Look how Mom and Thea - for once - are smiling!
You’re standing behind me, in a lovely grey suit,
only 32 and almost out of law school!

Here from more recent pictures, this shows a rare time 
we  were joined, but sadly,  for Dad‘s funeral.
You‘re not in this one, Dale . . . nor in any others.
That picture in our back yard was to be the last.
My dear stepbrother, the best man I ever knew -
Taken from us so young. . .  you remain beloved.

Written 10/9/13

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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August 23rd

" I remember that day
As clear as the crystal springs in June"
only it wasn't June, It was August
the morning air was thick like smoke
it choked me awake

the first blush of day
flushed across the sky
blood red clouds 
colored her path

I lay still
like the air
without a hint
of summer's wind

the clock on the wall
tormented me 
with the tick, tock,
tick, tock,
its bony hands
seemed to skip along
until I arose from bed

I sipped on coffee
as I took in the news
unsure what my day would bring

...and then I could hear a buzz
as if a fly was making circles
beside the bed, then a ring, ring, 
ring echoed within my purse

I stared at the clock
my heart began to beat
faster then time

was it my father
did something happen
I worried as I listened

the voice
was indistinct
as if being choked

I struggled
with my ears
to make sense
of the words
that fell

...and then silence
fell all around
as if deaf
and mute
unable to process
and conceive
the message

my brother,
who turned 49
just the day before
was breathless
like the august wind

no more jokes
or laughter
or candles atop cake

his wick had burned out
within that last breath of air
and it burns, slow
as the years pass
still to this day
yet I'll remember that day
forever more....

pick a line contest
Mustapha Mohammed
"Reflections when the summer breathes"

Sandy Adams  8-22-2013

Copyright © Sandra Adams

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Stems - A Greater Harvest

The tags are labels placed on a table.
Beginning with A and ending with Z, the labels placed on the table enables me to readings.
I defeated being judgmental and did not become analytic.
My mind is a schema.

The stems are roots ending.
Argumentative are the colors exploding.
White becomes mixed and black is a misted.
Meaning is that both are within an element.

The bags that I carry appear to be heavy but they are not.
They are held many ways so that my arms will not tire.
I walk with a slight lean to my shoulder because my purse must strap.
I arch upright like a cat.

The stems rooted and garlic is scape.
The railroad track is the shortcut we take.
The blood is enriched and the heart strengthens.
Once grown, he knows life ascertains.

Pulling back the curtains, he views the beautiful garden planted by his beloved mother.
The clothes in this bag I will wash completing my chores for today.
Once done, I will leave to find something to enhance my life.
I feel agitated and I must relax.

Tomorrow will be one of the best days in time.
The stem is a broken root.
It uses or loses its route to new growth.
The knowledge it provides is wisdom to the planter.

                                   The stem asks the question of why did this happen.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker

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He is the silly brother of death
is never seen around the cradle
and has never turned up for the
first smoke
first beer
first love

He is waiting for you with jester cap and painted grin
Roaring with laughter he pushes aside

Together on the seesaw
he pushes you higher
and higher until you
dangle over boundless
gorges until you
scream you have to go because you
so many things to do
so little time to spend

With both feet back
on solid ground you buy him a
for his big brother to arrive

Copyright © Niels Blomberg

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Brother to a brother

Brother brother
My brother
Mi Hermano
Man of La Mancha
Fat cat donning
A  gray flannel suit
Slim shades
Fake alligator shoes
Brother brother
Mi Hermano
Sitting behind a desk
Making decisions
For erroneous reasons
 brother with Spike words
Forked tongue
Strapped for freedom
To write abstract words
Words of wonder
From a latter day poet
Creative brother
 for thy self
Mustering words of confusion
Into transformations
Detail lies and half truths
To abort friendship
Brother my brother 
Mi Hermano
There is room
 on this place 
We call mother earth
Let the past be 
The past
I extend my hand 
And in ending this
I say 
Alma con alma 
Soul to soul
Honor and truth
Among men 
Is here for 

Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho

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The Brother In-Law Part I

The brother In - Law Part I A long time ago, there lived a young couple. They were very much in love. About a year after they got married - they had their first child. It was a lovely baby boy. They named him Christian. He was loved from the start. The father worked hard in the field and the mother in the house. Five years went by and the wife told the husband that she was expecting another child. The husband was overjoyed. He told his wife - I hope it's a girl this time. The day finally came and a daughter did arrive. She was named Christine. She was beautiful and a gift from God. Christine was loved from the beginning. They were all very happy. Life in the farm was good. The parents saw their kids growing up. They all worked very hard to keep the place going. Little did they know that destiny would change their lives. The parents were very proud of their children. Christine was going to be fifteen years old. On her Birthday - her parents gave her a big party. She wore a beautiful dress that made her look like a princess. Two days after her Birthday, Christian had to go to town. He invited Christine to go with him. she accepted and the left very early. It would take them most of the day. While they were in town doing their errands, back home the mother and father were doing their chores, when some outlaws came, robbed them, killed them and burned their home. When Christian and Christine returned - they could not believe what they saw. nothing was left. They both cried a lot. Christain burried their parents. They both prayed and said good bye...
To be continued.... I hope you are enjoying this...

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo

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The Brother In- Law Part II

The Brother In- Law Part II christine asked Christian - what are we going to do now? Christian answered - I will take care of you. I will leave you in a safe place, while I go look for fortune. They left in the wagon they had and went back to town. Christian found a Convent and he talked to the Mother Superior. He told her what had happened and asked if he could leave his sister there, while he went to look for a new life for him and her. The Mother Superior said yes - that they would take care of her. Christian left and went far away. He was twenty years old. he was young and very handsome. he soon found a job and worked very hard. After ten years, he became very rich. He had a car, a home, nice clothes and money. He said to himself - now I'll go and get my sister. He started his journey back. When he got to the Convent, the Mother Superior did not recongized him. He told her who he was and why he was there. She told him - I'm sorry - she can not go with you. He asked why? She said - because she got married last week. He wanted to know - who the hack, she got married to. The Mother Superior said - she got married to JESUS. She took the vows last week. He turned around and looked at JESUS and said - I couldn't have picked a better Brother In - Law myself. He went back to the place where his parents had lived and everything was reconstructed, only better and with a bigger house. He soon found a girl and and got married too. He went back to the convent and donated a lot of money to help them out. Everyone was happy. His sister and him would always stay very close. The end....
04/24/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo A story/poem that I hope you enjoyed.

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo

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In My Dreams

In my dreams we sing and play, Chase each other like we once did. lying on the hill at night we would dream about another life. A place beyond the stars, a place that only we knew of. We grew up and our priorities changed I never expected our paths would not cross again nor did I picture bars separating us. In my dreams is where we meet It's the only way to touch your face, see your smile and hold your hand for we are living in different lands. You are my brother and brother you'll be and I will see you again in my dreams...

Copyright © cory long

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Saving my Brother -- Trevor Depugh

Dear God, He's done it once again,
He had to go back, and take care of them,
His real momma and his sister, and his step Daddy too,
They needed things, that only he could do. 
It's a bad part of town, he's told me so,
I asked him not to leave, but he said he had to go.
Bring him back, I want him in one piece,
You brought him once before, 
Now Please God, return him to me.
My brother is my savior, I worship at his feet,
I need him in my life, his presence is so sweet.
Whats that!? 
I heard a slamming door, that must be him now,
I'll pray again later, that's a promise, my vow.
Thank you God, for bringing him home to me,
If he was awake I'm sure he'd agree.
He came home last night, with a black and blue eye,
His lip was swollen, and he had hidden tears in his eyes.
He ribs were bruised, in fact I think one was broke,
His head was throbbing, when he came in he barely spoke. 
I helped him down the hall, though he's much bigger than I,
And when his knees gave out, you must have been nearby. 
I somehow found a strength I never had before,
And with my arms around him, I got him through the door,
I laid him on my bed, and told him not to sleep,
I stayed up all night, and tended to his needs.
Dear God, thank you, for keeping him alive,
I don't know what happened, but I didn't let myself cry.
He's my brother God, and my love for him will thrive,
We watch each others backs, you don't have to ask why. 
You answered my prayers, you brought my brother to me,
You gave him a home, God I hope you can see,
We don't need an answer, though our question is as simple as can be,
We sometimes wonder, did you give me to him, or him to me. 

Copyright © Jay Loveless

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The Black River Mills

The black river mills are seen in the distance
The red skies show spiraling, gray clouds
The earth is man’s canvas
And the mills slowly mix the paint
We have seen the devastation
We have felt the desperation
Some of us wallow in our watercolor
And leave the canvas blank

The mills crush their bones to the bottom
Mixing them nicely into the paint
People are pushed in without thought
Others go in willingly

The river mills are closer to my view
And my brush is stiff and unused
Women and children walk alongside the rivers
The elderly follow and sometimes shake their heads
On a cliff, I watch them all
My brushstroke stiff and worthless

Shakily I climb down the precarious cliff
Brush in hand
Canvas in view 
Watching people suffer in the paint of their mistakes
People wanting to be part of the picture

I never desired this. . .
I wanted to create a masterpiece 

The women and children are gone
—except one
I see a little black boy standing alone
He is watching me curiously
Tears in his eyes

He is a watcher
He was born to suffer
He never desired this either

“I’m sorry.”

The boy smiles sadly and takes my hand
“It’s okay. I understand.”
I shed digital tears
And program some control

It is quiet, save for the sound of the river mills
It has mixed well
The colors are astounding

“Are you sure you want to stay?”

The boy nods.
“No one wants me mixed with them.”

He is a creator
He is a watcher

I dip my brush into the churning waters
I then hand it to the little black boy

“The world is your canvas now. . .” I whisper.

It was NEVER mine to meddle with. . .
And we are set apart for a reason

But together we are incomparable

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.

I had to go back in to 

save my little brother Chris. 

 Life without him would kill me, 

besides myself I would forever blame.


Even though it’s been ten years, 

my face still feels the pain.

Having to go through high school 

with a scarred face is just lame.

I’ve got the body of a goddess; 

I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down, 

but the hideous burn scars 

on my face have remained.


Months after the accident 

weeks before school started,

a knock at my door came.

An anonymous donor sent a box

 full of beautifully hand decorated

Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, 

that’s the day I got my new name.


Each month a new box of masks 

would arrive and I would wear everyone.

I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady. 

Mardi Gras was my fame.


One night a mysterious white box appeared, 

inside rested the most unique and intricately 

adorned mask of all.  It was a pure white mask adorned 

with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white 

dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask.  

White is normally considered lame 

but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.  

Inside the box was also an

 invitation, asking me to attend 

the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.

 I couldn’t believe it! All along it was 

my handsome next door neighbor and

 Chris' best friend, who had been sending 

the ornate masks to me.  He was my hero now, 

my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..  

Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed 

to like me too. I always knew he had 

a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent. 

I rushed over to his house where he was playing 

with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.

I hugged him and told him that 

I would love to go with him to the prom.

Just between you and me, 

Lane and I will always be the 

masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras 

and forever in love we will reign.



Copyright © Marie Harrison

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Was it all that long ago
  when we drove thru the streets?
Singing those crazy drinking songs
  that you taught me.
Oh, how I wish for those days again
  when the boulevards came easily.
Our voices in the open air as we sped
  in that sports car of yours.
Your death gave me a voice that
  I did not know I had until you left me in that void.
Now, words fill the pages of a writer
  instead of the notes of a musician.
Sometimes the tempo rises 
  Other times it is staccato and slow.
How can I tell others my memories of those days
  as I watched your courageous battle.
Your voice still sings those songs in me
  from I know not where.
Was it all that long ago...

Copyright © Dan Cwiak

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Devils Blood

A tale of one mans rage:

I listen to shattered voices
and trembling fearful screams
rattling my inner conscious
corrupting once vibrant dreams

A stream of words trapped inside
left hidden for so long
escape with a sudden fury
in that moment I was wrong

The alcohol in my system
enhanced this primal rage
smacking her down emotionally
my actions very strange

Its like I stepped outside myself
watching this violence transpire
I only wanted to talk
but my actions did not inspire 

Physically I may have struck her
but I honestly don't remember
with the devils blood surging my veins
intensifying my temper

Now i'm filled with agony
and torment for what i'd done
now I must rise above it 
for my daughter and my son

For TA:
Dedicated to a wonder father who had finally reached his limit.  
After so long, and so much abuse, he SNAPPED...


Copyright © Jared Pickett

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Matthew, Beautiful with his hazle, brown, green, eyes.

He has been a favorite of the ladies since my mom brought him home.

The darkness of the brown in his skin, but the light in to, is so raidient.

He can make one laugh, like no one else. 

He's ten, but man he can act like a little old man that has gone through life.

He try's to boss me, ha! that little reble.

Somtimes I feel like I'm a bad example For him.

I wonder if he loves me, I know he does, but I just wonder sometimes.

My baby brother  he will always be, and I will love, even when he hates me.

He will suceed, for sure.

Baby brother I love you.

Please love me.

Copyright © Emily Kroeger

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Love thy brother.

Brothers killing brothers......a field of blood
sisters slaying sisters.......instead of bearing sons.
mothers ,daughters..fathers, sons
all dead and gone, kindred spirits slaughtered one by one
by the hand of those each should love. 
I wonder if at the last moment they had second thoughts
Is this the way to go ..isn't there a better way?
Perhaps dialogue or patience would have been better
Less lives could have been  lost ..less regrets to bear.....more hearts could have 
been won.
Yet the war continues unabated..send in more troops is what we say.
 Isn't there another way?
 Too many orphans left.. ..uncared for and grieving
too many tears have been shed.... hearts harden.
Prisoners of war......wounded and shell shocked veterans....... physically 
handicapped....mentally deranged....a terrible plight
both sides share the same fate....pain and sadness is all that's  left
no one wins yet the war never ends.
Love's  now a thing of the past
only anger and hatred remain 
 When, oh when will Peace prevail.

Copyright © Margaret Okubo

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A Kiss Too Late

Regretably the moment passed,
For one last kiss, the chance expired.
Invisibly your time amassed,
To go beyond all things desired.

Too late I hear those mocking words;
Your opportunity has gone!
Such words now seemingly absurd,
Seemed trapped as if a haunting song.

If I could have that day once more
instead of waving hands would show,
one long embrace with you implore,
then you could leave and I might go.

For this was not just one more death
of a soul so cruelly apprehended.
This parted me from every breath,
and left behind  the long tormented...

Copyright © Neil Marsden

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The Best Little Sister -- Trevor Depugh

"Dear God, give me a big brother. I'll be the best little sister ever. I know its not possible for my parents to go back in time. But I'd love for a big brother that is all mine. Make him kind, and make him sweet, He doesn't have to be perfect, as long as he loves me. Dear God, can he be taller, with big soulful eyes, And when he smiles, can it rival the sun's shine? Give him strength, as fierce as a lion's roar, He'll swear to protect me forever more. He would wipe my tears from my cheeks, And with a laugh easily calm me. He would understand my heart and head, In a way that no one would ever fully understand. Dear God, can he teach me, All the things I would never know. He doesn't have to come from where I come from, But can he takes me to the places that he goes. Dear God, I am begging, Please grant this one plea, I realize that it may be a hard request, I know you are not a Genie. But here I am alone and cold, With no true love from my family, I'm lonely and I'm longing, For someone who will care for me. Dear God, please give me a big brother, I promise I'll be the best little sister ever"

Copyright © Jay Loveless

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Not a day goes by

Not a day goes by 
that I don't remember you.

A castle in my heart was made for you,
from the nightmares, to guard you. 

As the cold breeze passing through sings,
wrapped you, shielding with my wings,

when he came sneaky in the night,
the grim reaper, he dares might. 

with a slash from his scythe,
he took my wings too.

Flightless, wandering lost,
tired, fell kissing the dirt. 

Woke up one morning,
in the middle of the woods.

Down on my knees, pleading you,
"Dear brother! one word from you will do."

For now I know what love is?
but none I have to share it with.

Copyright © ravi kiran

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Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college

Copyright © Suyash Saxena

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GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.

Copyright © Neethu Roy

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Happy Valentines Day

My Dearest Little Sister, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in
the Spirit. Happy Valentines             Day            Flowers, Candlelight Dinner
would have said chocolate                 !                 but I think YOU said to me
YOU don't eat chocolate                                         maybe a Family portrait
Kisses from big brother                                         Hugs from a big brother
You will ALWAYS be my                                          Sweet Little Valentine
MAY GOD'S LOVE BLESS                                        YOU this Valentines Day
Blessings all that You LO                                    VE, hold dear and Cherish
As Sun Rose this Morning                                 I felt the warmth of your hand
Look past the rising Sun I                              see a Sister's Loving Smile
I feel  little sister's embrace                         as I also embrace Mandy
Tear of Love fall from my eyes                   A desire to cross the big Pond
A VALENTINES DAY Handshake               To my Brother in Law
The man that lavishes Love upon        My Sister, Mandy Tams
May LOVE surround each and Every ONE. HAPPY VALENTINES DAy     

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire