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Boy oh boy and a girl

I wish to claim
My boyness
My yesterday sillyness
Innocent shyness
My crinkled nose grininess
That hide and seekiness
Spin the bottle 
kind of geekiness 

Getting caught 
My hand in the cookie jarness
That pushing too farness
Collecting comic charminess 
Pulling pigtales
Stolen kisses
Hidden playboy kinda business
Cop a feel inquisitiveness

Being a bit
Self conscience  
A true life witness
Loving the mysterious 
Laughing more than being serious
Feeling delirious 
Not afraid
Somewhat curious

Wondering
About adultness
What it was all aboutness
Thinking that it lead to freeness
I'd know just how to be ness
Eating what I want 
Staying up late kinda keeness

Now I wonder
What was the rushness
To reach adultness
Full of it's doubtiness
What's it all aboutness
I witness it's dreamlessness
It's no longer about me-ness
More mundane
To much sane-ness
Routine and sameness
No one cares if you cameness
Less is less
And more is moreness
Can't see the trees
Through the dark forest

So grab onto your girliness
I'll bring my boyness
There will be more
Way more 
Yesirey
Hotdigity
Joyousness 
No more boringness 
We'll spin in circles
Enjoy our dizziness 
After all
Having fun
Is a serious business!





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Buttercups and laughter

She sings in soft tones,
her magic exists beyond the obvious.
Listen closely to her wanting,
She is wrapped in a trancendent light.

A dreamer,
chasing white rabbits.
Grasping for the infinite,
with delicate hands.

A moth, 
Dances within her luminosity.
Flying on yesterday's wings,
carrying smiles that are meant for tommorow.
Witness her as she waits to exhale.

A daisy chain,
tied around her wrist.
A future promise to be kept.
For within her spirit,
exists a burning passion! 
She awaits one who is worthy,
of her consuming flame

Although she is unaware,
hers is a temporary sadness.
Happiness flirts at the edge of her dreaming,
waiting for an open window.
His shadow hidden behind frosted glass.

Shades of green,
turn brilliant yellow!
Buttercups dance around her feet.
Her laughter floats across the meadow.
Happiness runs to her open arms.

Together they skip, to her apple tree.
For hers is a faith that trancends the temple.
Her spirit sought and found salvation.
He had been with her all along,
I can see it in her smile.
The rain has passed and sunshine resides in her eyes!

For Catie Lindsey's contest. 
I hope she sees beyond her shadows to her field of buttercups.


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It's hard to say

No
A small little word
And yet so hard to say
It tempts me to say
Maybe
Maybe I can make it work
I so desperately want to say yes
It hurts
Crushes me
To see you disappointed
Those times when I have no time
When I am stretched to the limit
Commitments 
Piled
One on top of the other
The important less important things in my life
When I have no energy
No extra to give
No way of knowing if I'm making a mistake
I say no to give myself a break
Some space to breathe

Sometimes no
Is meant to protect
No you can't go
To that party
Spend time with that girl
Hang out with that guy
No I won't change my mind
Even though I have to be the bad guy
No is a declaration
That I care for you
I want only the best
I want no harm to come to you
No is a tool I use to strengthen you
No you can't quit
You must finish what you start
There is no better feeling
Than seeing you succeed 
Those times I said 
"No, you can do it on your own."
Even though I desperately wanted to help
No meant I trusted and believed in you
You can do more than you think you can
No one is more proud of you

I wish you to know
The power of no
When it comes to a girl
No really does mean no
When you are put in an awkward place
You don't have to say yes
Choose your no wisely
No I don't want to go
No I don't want another drink
No I have somewhere else to be
No I will not let you treat her that way
No you cannot cross that line
No I deserve better than that
Yes, no is a small little word
It can change your path
Give you time to breathe
No, opens up possibilities
To choose
The yes
That is right for you
Yes or no
I believe you will choose wisely
Even though no
Can be a hard word to say





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Sending Waves Touching Beautiful Always

She who sends waves touching beautiful warm and gracious words
Draws bright sunshine smiles in our hearts as they sing in her grace
Flowing from the heart her beauty held in her Quill ready to write
Pure diamond sparkling rainbows as a true friend is a friend in deed

The tidal wave raises fine soaked sand from the bottom of the ocean
And the waves curl out pearl white reflecting a most Picture Perfect
Image that is truly splendid and always sublime to behold and cherish
As Nature’s soft wind caresses your aura and inspires your next poem

She who sends these very waves touching beautiful personifies a Muse
So rare, so special—and brings her influence and talents to bear in
Masterfully supporting the efforts of fellow poets and dreamers as they 
“Spill Ink” on blank pages late at night crafting their next poetic masterpiece

The very power and wonder of her good works and positive influence are
Always there magnificently arrayed like pure beams of sunshine touching
And dazzling all in her reach quite profoundly with the magic of her thoughts 
And the quiet courage of her convictions as the simply wonderful poet she is
    
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (Free Verse Poem),
November 26, 2014 

NOTE: Written in Honor of Anne-Lise Andresen for Her Fine Poetry and For 
Her Continued Professional Support and Encouragement of Other Fellow Poets.


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Rules and Regulations

How long did it take her to be free?

How long did it take
For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world

How long did it take for her to overcome Devil’s workshop
Slowly caressing her retinas
With silky daffodils and two-faced tulips

Where
Now
She dives into a glistening pool of complicated risk
Opening her atrium to the masses

Shedding incumbent teardrops
Just for that one standing ovation
To SET
HER
FREE!

It was then
Where pieces of plastic chains fell from demure stratosphere

Dented taps, similar to a shoeless dancer,
Setting off bass tones and low-key monotony

For she was
One cholesterol filled syllable short
To be genuine

One tearful, hyphenated lyric
Too blunt
To be embraced by their “god”

One dilapidated vowel shy
Of being honest

Her diary didn’t have enough pages torn
From emerald sanity

There were too many “Wows”,
Diluting into disingenuous shoulder pats

Her stanza pushed aside

A glorified booty call with no call back number
Leaving messages towards empty dial tones

…

How long will it take her to be free?

Until she looks up
Knowing she already holds the key

©Drake J. Eszes


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For Lion Hearts Only

You Are The One I think of the most.You know and carry unconditional love.You have experienced the pains of pains.When You're not in My presence to walk with Me;My mind carries You and holds You deep in thought.The pureness that grows from Good devours The Evil...The walls of Your Heart fall down and open into fields No One Else can possible reach,love,know,or roam.The Wisdom of Your Fields develop and rules Valleys.Valleys expand  into Vast Kingdoms filled with Knowledge,Power,and Intelligence...Across The Horizon lies The Kingdom of Heaven in boundaries of grey only a Lion Heart can visualize.The Strength of a Castle is built by Your Own two hands held by Fate.Only a Lion Heart has the keys to open the doors and the ability to cross through the rooms furnished with Destiny untold.A candle is lit.You pace the rhythm with a steady beat.Your Heart restores The Eternal Light with-in.Truth becomes factual.The Greenness of Facts unfold into Beautiful Gardens. Among The Gardens indescribable Rays of Hope appear with Faith as Your Spirit.Your Spirit becomes excelled by love.... LOVE Blossoms into The Reality of Freedom. Freedom is enhanced by Courage...The Courage of A Lion Heart that holds Forgiveness for All. With-in Your Heart A Garden of desire is standing firm and grounded...Could it be possible that You have A Lion Heart? Respect,Understanding,Love;that is Everlasting Serenity... I often wonder where this comes from as an Orion of ringing appears undetectable in Ones Ears... The Lion roars and The Angels sing softly with an inner Peace.May Your Gift of Acceptance Shine-On...From A Creator;to an Angel,better yet A Lion Heart.Walk among The Winners just for Today... 
                                  By Charlene L. Wilcox     03-24-2014


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Leaving, Searching, Hoping

Ahead of us lies the unknown

The flatline horizon betrays

The beating heart of the ocean

Each beat causing a swell

Each swell causing us to sway

Out in the open, enclosed in the womb

Umbilically linked to our mother

Daily we reminisce of the island we left behind

The families that will live without us

The paths we will never walk again

We try to keep our thoughts on new paths

On stepping in the footprints of our ancestors

But darkness falls and fear reigns over us

Shrouding hope in a veil of obscurity

Will we fall into non-existence

Will we wish our existence to end

Damnable transient emotions

Ever dispelling our confidence

In the gloom hangs a twinkle of hope

Our hearts mirrored by the sky

Opening and showing us the way

A timeless voyage into our island universe


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Eyes on Words

Eyes can feel the unseen 
Before it is verbalized and organised in pain
They seize innocent criminals that abuse letters 
Eyes of creativity don’t feel no pity
They endlessly seek traumatized emotions in numerous seasons

These eyes live in the back of every tongue rotation
These eyes pee tears like polluted rain drops 
Urinating deceases polluting the already sick tears 
They lecture life with pride
Eyelashes that endlessly spray hope in words with no doubt 

Eyes on words prefer no sun glasses but stanzas
They speak darkness in all artistic graphics
They visualize visions in brain map fantasies 
A place with more sins and judgments they visit
They speak non-rated missions

When the world is rude to you don’t be picky on dreams 
Dreams are never on vacation
These eyes can sense 
These eyes are like pens 

They are fans of disappointments while contribution stepladders 
It’s like a clan 
They reproduce stomach cramps using fertile words
The family of giving and receiving

Eyes on words speak in mute expressions
They build towers of tomorrow’s errors
Buildings that look down on problems
Eyes on words are like cold visions with no ice

© Raymond Ngomane 
 


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President for a Day

-Dr President Lady, please  launch the nuclear war button-

I'm packing up my girdle; I'm heading up state 
Where society thinks only men should run for president
Chill with Bill, on the side show Hill
Subsequently, he got tripped up with his hand in the biscuit jar
This poem is not about me... It's not about, Hilary 
I'm here to cheer and throw off an early vote voluntarily
I'm numbering my days with the aces 
Until the 2016 U.S. Presidential election
Only in a woman, you’ll find confidence and determination, 
Someplace out there is our leading lady in disguise
A woman who sits down and pee's with pride
A woman Like Hilary, whose place was denied in the sun

I will vote for a woman who is not afraid to lead,
Grab up her crotch, and fight for all the right reasons
Repaint the town white and her fingernails red
Blue lipstick in the breeze, a tommy gun in her possession

A million dollar diamond ring, 
A mink from all cultures of the globe
Sing hallelujah, Amen Praise the Lord! 
Pink ribbons of freedom, 
China can test all her might,
It's time to feel the empowerment of a woman's delight

There she’ll be’, sit down and enjoy,
When it’s time to hear her voice, 
The bullet will miss her beautiful mind, 
She'll Raid the Democratic Nomination moment of the blind
Her ego on the side; when it's time to reason with society
Feel the shattered glass feeling when sharks attack whitey 

Cop Out the Republican Bully
Black Ops the Democratic Liar
For women can reach, preach, and teach,
Nursing a world, collaborating with every mind
A barrier to be breached, a blessed moment to come,
If you require a true hit, vote for a woman in the Oval Office
Who said Mrs. Wonderbra can’t launch the nuclear war button 

By:)


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Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


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INNER BEAUTIES PROMISE

How many emotional tears have we so cried, us the unperfected,
The Barbie generational rejected, or Ken doll unrealistic Idol worship.
Cursed by society’s vision of ultimate beauty, wake up world
For are we all not human, and subject to fragilities faults of reality.
Oh to remove the textured veils of the masked disguised,
To reveal the inner face of grace hidden within the soul itself.
For true beauty lies inside the heart of innocence,
Or underneath the timeless wrinkles of ages experience,
One must just remove the blinders of ignorance, to see it
In clarities truth sight line of view.
Where are these mythical people of perfections achievement?
From where do they dwell, or come from these visions of
Illusionary beings, which we so strive to be like?
Nay do suffer the youth of the future to measure up,
To an irrational delusion, a mirages camouflage of lies
Deceit.
Dreaming child of occult fiction, this is deadly ground
From which you tread upon, for reality vision is obscured
By plastic surgeries faults hoods of realism.
Vintage are the mirrors in this fun house of lies,
Let us cover these soul suffocating devices,
Or shatter the glass of reflected illusions.
Then shall we embrace our differences, allowing the next
Generation to breathe a long sigh, of relief at last.
To accept and express their own individuality without
Social oppression, or misconceptions of beauty,
Then enriching the world with glorious infusions
Of unguarded inspirational promise.
What a wondrous planet of enlightment this would
Be if utopia really could exist, unfettered by mankind’s
Unclouded mind of perfection.
Forever after all is short time in the eyes of humanity,
Let us hold our children high and nurturing them with love
And respect, no matter what, not judging them by their
Beauty marks of imperfections,
Instead allowing them to shine in the glow of inspiration
Eternal.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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For Suzanne, Green and Golden

“The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.”
----- “Portrait of a Lady;” T. S. Eliot

A golden afternoon,
Late October, and my thoughts
Are all of you, Suzanne…
Vestiges of your being
Appear on visages of 
A hundred different people;
But none are you, not one 
As green,  as golden.

Hard it is to know no miracle
Will mend, no giddy hope assuage,
The scourge that slowly puts an end
To our valiant green and golden girl.
Memory takes us to days of indolence,
Of innocence, of children lying on a levee,
Deep in lush, green, summer clover --
In sunlight almost as golden
As your hair -- beside a flowing river
Bearing away our golden hours
And the painless green  of youth.
 
Now, in your green room, reclined
In shadow, our golden girl reposes.
Your courage lights the coming night
That does not dim the gold and green
You always shared, and still you share.



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A Seagull's Plight

a resilient soul
hoists his drooping wings
dreary but dreamy
soars far
so high
he keeps on searching for his illusive dreams
regardless of the storm and height of mountains
goes through miles away
in his equanimity
straight with vision of sunrays
on  plight are failures
not too bad
tries again
the mighty swords in his heart
so much patience and love help him to survive
in every  vicissitude and kinks of his life
oftentimes
we  can get the melody of what we want
if we  allow the cacophonies to come



Dec. 5, 2012

Form: Suzette Prime

First Place
Contest: Suzette Prime: Prime Numbers and Philosophy
Judged: 12/14/2012
Poet Sponsor: Suzette Crous


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I look back and smile

I remember how I would cry myself to sleep
Night after night then I would wake the next morning 
Dreading the moment I stepped into the 
School's doors where you would all be waiting.
You'd smile and pretend like we were the best of friends 
Till my parents left the car park then the words
Would fall from your mouths slashing and cutting,Burning into
my brain. You would all stand around me mocking me,jeering.
 When you saw your words didn't effect me,you moved on to
The physical. I remember how your hands would wrap 
 around my throat,preventing me from breathing. You'd laugh at
My struggle to breathe. I remember how they would hold
 Me down so I couldn't run while you would punch me repeatedly till I 
Could no longer stand up right,till I lay in a pool of my own blood. How people          
would just watch and laugh but never stop and intervene. The pain and          
humiliation I felt only enhanced your glee.
 I've grown stronger, now nobody would dare mock me. Sometimes 
people aren't strong enough to survive this so they leave but some 
people come out stronger...like me. I remember how you'd get so angry
Because I never cried,I never screamed I just took it silently.
 When I look back I see how small you were and I try to feel anger at what you 
did to me but I feel nothing. I try to hate you but I can't. 
 Maybe it's because I'm now successful and you have nothing to look forward to 
but another gruelling day of pain and little food.
I feel no hate only sympathy towards the person I once feared but no longer do. 
Now I look back and smile at how I could've stopped you and I know you 
realised this too, now I know why you only ever hurt me when your friends were 
around to hold me down. I admit you've ruined me in many ways. I can no 
longer trust people,love people,no longer look people in the eye,but I look back 
and smile  because if you had never hurt me like you did I wouldn't be the 
person I am today, I  wouldn't be as strong and independent,as successful and 
happy as I am today, I would never feel such a strong sense of justice like I do 
now so I would like to thank you for making me a better person.
                                           
                                                Thank you.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


      
     


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I need it to rain

I need to hide
to drown my sorrow
to not feel obligated to stay a secret
the darkness to blanket my self inflicted pain
the thunder to stifle my screams
the lightening to set me on fire
I need it to rain...

I need to be revitalized and invigorated
to feel serene and tranquil
to be calm and collected
the darkness to bring me peace
the thunder to direct my mind
the lightening to guide my heart
I need it to rain...

I need to escape
to feel the ground at my feet
to feel the wind in my hair
the darkness to blind my captor
the thunder to clap in approval
the lightening to sever my shackles 
I need it to rain...

I need to grow
to heighten my potential
to cultivate and thrive
the darkness to shelter my fraility
the thunder to ward off any imminent danger
the lightening to strike as my weapon
I need it to rain...

I need to be laid to rest
for someone to cry for me
for someone to long for me
the darkness to resemble my abscence
the thunder to echo my voice through your ears
the lightening to flash visions of me before your eyes
I need it to rain...


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If Only

 If they could look into your heart
 and see what I see when I read 
 your awesome poetry, 
 they would never stop 
 telling you, what an amazing 
 person you are. 

 If they could see your love for God
 they would see the person who is
 at least trying to be a better person
 then they would never stop
 apologising for not noticing 
 before now.

 If they walked one day in your 
 shoes they would feel the pain 
 you feel, cry the tears you shed
 and never ever let one more day
 go by without telling you 
 you are the best.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.17.2014
For Cathie Lindsey's Contest  
It's All About Me
1st


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Boston Strong 2014 - one year later

             Boston Strong 2014
                  One Year Later


There is a strength in compassion,
a courage in the compassionate,
not a faint desire to be of service
but a triggered response.

There is a power in sadness,
not in the tears or deflation
but in the determination to
persevere, to rise again.

There is a force in unity,
the inexplicable rumbling
of hearts, beating in response
to the hearts of others.

There is a passion in oneness,
in focus, in belief, determination,
a love shared, nurtured, shielded,
cherished, and necessary.


John G. Lawless
4/16/2014

submitted to - Best of 2014 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Carol Eastman


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What Makes You So Special

you need not be famous or rich 
you do not need special powers
to show off to others
but you are special 
you are unique
you are your own person
what you say matters 
you are willing to ask others for help
while searching desperately for your worth
you are willing to bare your soul
lay it out for all to see
asking for help says you desire acceptance 
your inner self shines 
stand tall, be powerful
you are strong and talented
sharing poetry from the heart
you are amazing 


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I Lost Myself in You

do you remember when at the waterfall where the logs lay logs that like bridges joined us as one. where as children we swam  fully dressed, caught heck  but didn’t care.  where we dove carelessly into the still shallow waters  do you think of the water wall where we held hands touched lips. had our first kiss there. where i lost myself in you. where on a dare we got wet naked shivering. held tightly  under the rushing falls do you still remember the summer days  of our innocence  because honey this is funny i can't even remember  if the month is november at the age of ninety-two i can't find my right shoe i  may of shit my pants too.
Maurice Yvonne  Sept. 11 2014


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The Black Dragon

So arid this desert....

   where the tumbleweeds blow,

   and the snake makes his nest;

   not a dry deed could wet the lips of desire,

   and raise from dead things ---- life 

   with war and antiquity ----


The mummy cannot speak....

   but mumbles evil ----

   'Gold! Gold!'  

   ....'til it runs out.....


The 'long' arms of the law

   haven't even banged upon the devil's front gate;

   the 'laissez-faire' ----


Though the bombs drop like tear(drops)

   in the darkest corners of the world,

   to picnic on the first day of war,

   and gorge upon peace.....


Little Illuminati generals.....

   pawns for the great hog upon his throne;

   who has waged death upon the whole world,

   .....shadows deep (with sable scale)

   black dragon keeps his poised tail

   to crush the school of man;


To reverse the footprints of Christ,

   and the wisdom of Buddha,

   and the glorious faith of Mohamed ----


The churches are failing fast for the 'written' word,

   and not the fire in the heart;

   where God forged wisdom to all men,


And not the scroll which does not breathe,

   cannot see,

   cannot stop the bombs from dropping.....


For how can all the world preach peace ---- 

   with a pistol 'neath its thickest pillow?


Love has no cause to be afraid,

   to mistrust like a nervous wind,

   and blow accusations where it may..... 


What cannot be harmed has no need to attack,

   but sits upon the lap of faith,

   assured in its security ----


To build evolution on the lips of children,

   for their minds see wonder in God's creations

   and hope in the growing, 

   with little flowers in their soft thoughts.....

   and new whims in innocent joy;


We have learned to love what we once could not,

   ' White Swan Black Swan, ' clemency ----

   Equality.... but a nudge she claims the throne,

   a Queen most fair to sting the dark dragon eyes,


Where eternity shall not echo his name

   nor (all) the children tend his darkling tomb,

   for he peered too long into the eyes of the abyss,

   with one eye open.....


Sleep dragon! Sleep!

   death is upon thee like the night in thy armor!

   slip into the caverns of the deep,

   and be no more.....


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Over Eighty

     Fair-weather friends on a cloudy day
     Dank, useless phrases paving the way;
     Medication, digestion, unhappy sounds.
     Like, un-like television and geriatric frowns.
     Dinner's fish
     Breakfast can walk.
     Lunch gets me moving
     And old-timers talk.
     Dating, relating, I'm getting a visit.
     Could be important.  It's one of my children.
     Board games again.  Television's on.
     People get tired and the clock's moving 'round.
     A new Senior's here and making a fuss.
     We all get scared too and he's looking at us.
     I'm snoozing right now and my friend's playing Chess.
     They'll get here quite soon, it's about time to visit.
     They need my advice and to show some respect.
     The clock's moving 'round and they'll be here soon.


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Hardboiled Woman

Hardboiled women, has your solid heart never been cracked.

Your golden soul still intact.

Allow life’s experience to peel away your shell, before we expire.

Let the yolk of your soul be the enriching ingredient in the journey of your life.


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Warring Hypocrisy

I toss the coin anxiously
For both sides perturb and dazzle me…

The first side, well, it is a beauty to say the least
It is clear, crisp, like fresh pages of a favorite book
Peace offers a stronghold in its rhythmic and quiet composure
It is unassuming in all that it is…it is truth, with open arms
Like droplets of rain against my neck, 
It is refreshing to caress its cooling pages, 
Best of all, it heals when I choose to feel it and live it…
This side is strong, and often shames my desire for the other…

The other side, I gaze upon it often, its presence so shocking
I often doubt it even exists as much as I sense in my life
Then I remember that it surrounds me,
A universe of glow aching to crawl into my night
Wishing to embrace me, so it may reveal its secrets to me
I am drawn to its perplexity, its grand design…
Its fiery resilience silences my prayers to puddles of pleasure
It is a hard-heated side becrossing all sides… stopping all resistance…

I toss the coin high, mindful of its landing,
Though as it does it spins furiously upon my heart and mind,
 Caught in the blurry winds of dissonance and rivalry

How distressing it is to see them collide together in all that they are…
For I want them both to win…I want them both desperately
But only one side will dominate in the end
And only I know who will win,
As I set this silent war of hypocrisy

Free…
Free into the stars, where that unknown wisdom will be revealed in future days
I had to set it free…
For there are still other sides we must struggle to let go of
Touched by so many hands before us…
We must choose the side to say goodbye to
As we fight to focus our fleeting attention
Upon the one and only side that will touch the face of Providence 

-For Justin Bordner's "What is Your Hypocrisy?" Contest <3-


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Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 2

 
I awoke the next day, with a soft smile,
Not awakened by the screeching and the moaning of the demons beside,
But of the intense breathing of my collaborator,
Crouching above me, glaring me down with eyes abhorred
Though in a flash, the fury in his reptilian pupils disintegrated
Into a strange grin
“How do you rest, woman, in the cradles of chaos all about you?”
I looked at him from where I lay, searching for his purpose in asking
“I need my strength, and in my sleep I find inspiration…”

“Sleep…” He sang…
His eyes gazed above and melted down into my own again..

“Sleep is so alien to me now…distant…a bewildering past regret-
How one can do so much, in a day… or night,
While others dream up dull dreams…dull inspirations…
How one who watches, fulfills…plots…kills…
And one who overlooks, with eyes of lack shut,
Dies more quickly in their ignorance…
Death crouches, waiting in your rest,
Death be fate in the closing of your foolish eyes…
Be it not wisdom you seek?
Perhaps your rest will rattle at the sound of the word
Discovery—excitement…does it draw you near?
Answer me, my dear,
For these days dwindle, and I have you less and less,
As the hours pass and pass…”

I realized then, that I could not sit up
For in the night, as I trustingly slept,
His broad wings designed my snare,
Black soot…sucking me down to the ground
Fear crawled about me, though I dare not struggle
In the blackness…his eyes more molded in me,
Than the trap that knotted me

“Sleep…” I sang, Hades crawling around the pit in which I lay…
Satan sneered and turned away, but listened very closely…
“It is what brings us the light,
The trust of a brand new day,
Beating upon even the weakest of wings…
Bringing strength in supple cloud, so pure…so pleasant,
How it envelopes the skies in which we gaze
Into dreams often more appealing than reality’s blaze…
I speak for I know, in closing my eyes,
Discovery so grand beyond space or time…
Our own minds bring knowledge that never quenches the soul…
Though when stirred by spirit of our Creator, we find we are never starved
Yes, we are limitless in our thoughts,
Our rest is beguiling …tempered, controlled
Though gentle, freeing, collective in fold…”

I reached my hand to his wing, the soot shriveling…
 And he shuttered and pulled away
“Why then….!?” He spat in anger…
“Why do you say rest is so freeing, 
When awakened by my breathing you are trapped…?
Yes, you are mine, and yet you smile,
You are soft, in the volcanic eruption of my style,
You are HATED, scorned, negated…
Yet you speak as if rest will bring me light,
What if rest never comes,
To the greatest of mind,
We flock, we tumble, we stalk,
Because it is all we will ever want!
We judge, we laugh, we taunt,
For it is in our blood to haunt…
If dreams be your ally,
Than nightmares of reality be mine…
You are immovable, like a swine hanging,
Freshly slaughtered…
No longer grunting, for breath leaves you
Your desire to feel alive overwhelms you…
Your lack of knowledge of me enshrouds you…
Truth it be, in heaven once bound,
I find your company more duller than the ground
You anger me so,
Like a wilting rose
Your beauty once fresh in the excitement of new
Now you are garbage, slave of the slab
And I hold the whip you cannot dream to grab!”

I sighed, the music heavy on my soul,
Crushing me, my breath light and weak

“I wake up to your crying Fallen Foe…
All around me, the screaming…screeching…sorrows and woe…
I sing you hope…no longer can you see…
That what I wake up to is your eager breathing to know me…”

This left him silent for a while…
Death grimaced and shook his head
Satan sat in the soot, confounded almost,
His wings lowering, a black, tethered feather brushing against my face

“Sing with me…”

My eyes averted from the darkness,
I could see a faint light… where was it coming from…?

And together, like chimes, we sang all the day…
About dreams, and nightmares,
Brightness, and gray…

“Slaves of song we must agree,
This light we see, is new and free,
But is it freedom that we two seek?
Do we lie in wait for our souls to peak…
That discovery, in truth,
In reality or dream,
Is the vision we both painfully seek”

The harmonic dissonance of demons faint…
Music so tense, unyielding of strain…
He looked into my eyes brazenly,
Casting shadows on the new-found light…
Challenged once again 


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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


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IQ Test

I could care less about the four 
corners of insults, 
That intelligence invites; 
It is always the first straw of 
grass that’s grows, 
which reveals the popular outcast; 
As a youth, I found my image cut down 
into this manufactured silhouette.

Drenched in social rain, my peers 
had never found me more alienated, 
Then when I spoke fluently of diverse 
topics; 
They did everything in their power to provide 
a verbal umbrella, 
However, the texture remains weak and 
defeated.

This stormy parade that remains’ dripping is
indeed an afterthought, 
For within this cranial mansion resides 
additional rooms, 
For the more abstract and surreal 
elements of life; 
It is that secluded gland which reveals 
the renaissance of men, who wear 
infinite Fedoras.

Now wearing the shoes of a young 
man, 
A taste of charisma resides in my 
veins; 
However this slight addiction to external 
haze, 
Comes in second to my first drug of 
choice: Wisdom. 

Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime; 
So don’t be surprised when resistance 
knocks at your door, 
Intimidated by the lion that dwells within 
your temple; 
Indeed intellect is the misunderstood 
fruit, 
That blossoms sweeter when accepted.


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Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


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I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.