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Edinburgh


Sweeping through your scotch broom,
weeping over your cobblestones,
lilting around the columns of Calton Hill,
is an Age of Reason so brilliantly brooding,
some nights I am kept awake
listening to Pendragon's breath caress Arthur's Seat,
and whispers drip from sills on Ramsay Street.

Though roots may drink from a sleepless night,
when morning light creeps through the curtains,
my love for you is renewed.




*This is a re-post 
replacing an opinionated piece


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Poet -This Poem is About You

-Dear, Mr & Mrs Poet- 

Do you ever question where it comes from?
This poem's about you, sit down and get a load off 
Tranquilize your pen, take heed to the ecstatic applause 

The things in life we take for granting, in time get worse 
From WHICH' our lives transverse, ascends a deep poetic curse 
You write almost everything, rehearsing every living verse 
Embezzling words, like Martha Stewart, ---NOT YOURS!
Withdrawing from your substance, 
--yielding it to others, who aren't devoted lovers 
Spacing your lines, ready for reader's digest, 
Educating the mind, like Albert Einstein

You paint a different horizon for the color blind,
Drop a note, forecasting the news, that brings, Spring to mind
Your adrenaline, leaves people with a feel good faint.
At this level, Poet you're better than high speed Internet,
Anything that makes you feel this is the real deal, 
Today, you write like there's no tomorrow, borrowing yesterday's clay
Inspiring ink, left to right, feeding the need to breed a poetic degree 
Your dramatic dialogue, deserve 'The Peoples Choice award."

I love the sweet audio, when you lowercase every word
It's done so well, hell, let's never capitalize another word
Reaching a point across, when capitalizing every letter, 
This is your world, take it, manipulate it, with the perfect stanza
Produce it like a poetic film, imagery, action, CUT it like Jerry Bruckheimer 
One day Hollywood will incite a roll, looking for the best poetry soup rhymer

Your tears and affection, you pour on partial paper,
Showing every word you want to enunciate
A SHOULDER-- gone cold, drowning, forgetting the normal way
Writing about the pure religion that meets your light, 
A beautiful flower under the moonlight
Hear the bells, Poe wrote about, adding sprinkles to the twinkle in your eyes, 
A redolent scent not meant to be forgotten, from Eden's garden
Taking nature, by course, granting her a crown, before slamming us down
I will call her out --The evil and the fury of a goddess, a beast
This is my feast, I welcome you to my jungle, and the outer bounds of time.

If you ever question where it comes from?
Sit down and get a load off, listen---Where's the ecstatic applause?
I'm not afraid to say, -----I'm Proud to be A Poet Without A Cause

by;PD
I do it for fun


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Money-God

Trust not in the words: "In God We Trust", printed on currency,
for God and Money should be kept separate,
unless one desires to tempt fate with the Money-God,
tempt fate by not over-turning the money-lenders' tables,
although many might argue how this isn't good for business.

Why not know the value of life,
instead of focusing too hard on the prices of Idols.

People are bleating at the prospect of "God" being removed
from money, arguing that if God is removed from money,
the grazing grounds will become Godless.

Godless? 
With or without the words, 
a Money-God is a God nonetheless.
There is at least one true God, 
whether man-made or not;
an authority of control,
a God of profit margins.
Violence is a profit margin.
Hatred is a profit margin.
Bullets, Amendments, and Death, are all profit margins.

The war being waged upon children, is a profit margin.

If I had been given the chance, 
I would have tried my best to take him out,
morphed the vapours of my remaining hatred into bullets,
or torn him apart with my hands.
To stop innocents from losing their innocence.
There are lines drawn in minds,
that if crossed over, stretch beyond the bristle-board of rehabilitation.
Even Clockwork Orange bleeds into crimson spatters.

When a child survives a massacre,
runs across his school field to find safety from a stranger,
proclaiming to the stranger, "I can't go back to my school, it isn't safe there.
My teacher was killed, I don't have a teacher anymore.
All of my friends are dead."....

....then innocence has been lost, and the Money-God is empowered even more.
Lost innocence spreads like a disease through the minds of global villagers.
Fear breeds fear, breeds control and disintegration of the Stream-Mind.

If I had been given the chance,
I would have fought fire with fire,
fed the beast within, 
taken him apart with a breath of hatred.
Breathed it out, pushed it out, purged it out.

Satan is a scapegoat used by people who are unwilling 
to take accountability for their actions and sacred responsibilities.
The Beast is humanity -
not marked by a fairy-tale Devil,
but instead marked by the Money-God created in the image of man;
recreating the image of man through fear.

Some people might be intrigued by how many definitions of God there are.
Even if money is a necessity,
within our core there should reside a different Kingdom -
without and within, within and without.

If I had been given the chance -- past tense....

....if I am given the chance,
I will try my best to take him out,
smudge him out
with the remaining hatred in my heart.
Breathe it out, push it out, purge it out,

until all that's left is to love,
until all that's left is to love.







December 14th, 2012 - S.H.E.S:  28 - 2 = 26




January 7th, 2013




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Kiss The Sky


Dropped some purple haze with Jimi -
we created castles out of polished beach glass,
then we fused with acid-laced clouds.

Kissed the sky
so high.

Jimi started bawling,
his torrential tears washed us down and out to sea.
Each drop of water became a pixel,
until reality morphed into a painting of musical notes,
and the music transformed back into a fresh reality.
There wasn't any more doubt
whether we were experienced now -- and how.

The tide washed us up into heavy crosstown traffic.
Jimi wandered down Voodoo Blvd,
I became a hoodoo child
gobbling up sugar cubes filled with liquid sunshine.
I watched the yellow cabs race by,
watched the heavy metal race by.

Jimi was jacked into electric ladyland,
his radiant smile, hiding pain
and covering other people's lies.
Even so, Jimi believed in his message,
sincerity set him apart from the crowd,
which is why he made sure
not to let his smile, wither and die.
But the more that his manager pushed,
the more that Jimi's pusher came....

Jimi was hypnotized by the flashbulbs of fame,
attempting to out-run a childhood filled with shame -
blowing out speaker stacks
with that twisted pedal magic,
spellbinding incantations
vibrated from his guitar,
making love to the sky with rainbow hues
of acid rock-induced rolling blues.

Jimi simply wanted someone to love him back
even half as much as he could,
for Jimi's love was honest and hard,
with wings waiting to be released
into a world not yet ready to be fully free.

Kissed the sky.

Kiss the sky
so high.









2013 "I Love You Like Sky" Remix
May 20th, 2013




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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
misty

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…


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Rose Colored Glass

He sees the rose in her cheeks
She sees the wrinkles of time in her mirror

He sees the long, flowing brunette of her shining hair
She sees wisps of grey, dull hair that she can't manage

He sees shine and twinkle in her blue eyes
She sees her reflection through corrective lenses

He holds the soft, smooth hand that wears a gold band
She feels him squeeze her weathered, gnarled hand

He sees her running through the garden to greet him
She feels the pain, as she walks with her cane to meet him

He sees the girl he met and loved at seventeen
She sees the love of her life

He sees through rose colored glasses
She adores him






Dedicated to my grandparents
Contest Entry, 'Love Me Tender' sponsored by Miss Kristin Reynolds


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Sharon Weimer

Though we’ve never met 
I comprehend your beautiful words
I feel your pleasant persona
Never a mean word to be said
I ache from your kindness 
Making others feel ten feet tall 
Picking me up when I may fall 
Talent beyond compare 
Are you brunette or fair?
But that wouldn’t matter to me 
If I never had the chance to see you face to face 
Your wonderful personality I could never forget 
You’ve help build a community of friends 
Steady and true
I wish you peaceful skies of cobalt blue 
Fields of flowers brushed in rainbow colors 
I pray for love from God above 
For you and your family beloved 
Know that you touched lives that may not have been touched 
You changed someone 
And brought me a new reason to write 
You’re an inspiration and a friend 
And you’ve touched my heart polite 
Gratitude pours forth  


Written for and about Sharon Weimer !


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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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Poet Convention 2014

Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your Happy and Sad tears 
Since March 24, 2010 In the mist of every line, 
I'm sending special hugs, for he/she that favorite me through the years 

Today's Convention, 
A praise to all poets mentioned and not mentioned

I will miss, the sweetest girl on this block LEONORA G.,
She treats me with love, adores my words and twisted poetry.  

I will start with the soups famous October, 7th babies,  
Frank and Kash, Debbie D, and myself, these lines belong to us, 
Our best characteristic has everything to do with the mind 
In our poetic hearts you'll find the symbol of justice and balance

This is not a song, it is not a poem, it's a free falling memo written with style

Back in March 2013, I said it then, I'll say it again 
Andrea, you and only you are the Poet Queen 
By the Queen, sits the Poet King of rhymes, Robert L. Hinshaw
Thank you both for never stepping on your loyal subjects 
Carol B., & Linda Marie, no one can replace the hole you left inside

I will miss all the little poetry pups, who came and sat by my side 
MAHIMA and Saanvi, and Sabrina, thank you for the encouragement

Phyllis, Joyce, Francine, Rhonda, Betty, sweet Karen A., and Catie, 
Clap your hands for the lovely quiet soup ladies.
Okay, maybe not Karen A., and Catie, these ladies love speaking their minds:)
SARA K., a mentor to some, a Fairy Godmother in my book
I will miss her "Magic Pen like Wand" dearly.
Gail, thank you for spreading your wings, and teaching us how to fly. 
Hopefully --wings are a nice gesture, --waving--  
"One day I'll see you again, my friend."

Daver Austin, "Go ahead, make my day" thank you for the show 
Now, you know why I referred to you as, "The Clint Eastwood of Poetry."
Russell Survey, encouraged my days and moods with his kind words

Scribe ML., where are you my friend? 
Don't you know your BIGGEST FAN misses you!!!

Dr Ram, Bindu V, Litan D., Donna J, Shadow, Sandra A., Peter Durgan, 
Giorgio V., Mystic Rose, BL Devnath and of course our Nette.
Thank you for being kind and rewinding and replying to every note.
Joseph M., Caleb S., Vincent F., Juliet L., Lucy Carrillo, Scott 37, Johnny R.,
Kelly D., thank you for the honor in always honoring my words

Roger Horsch meets Eileen Ghali, your smile, her smile always made me smile,  
No matter how many miles apart, our smiles always met on the same page.

Jenish, Don J., S.Z. Kamoonpuri, Gideon, Gary, Austin E., and Jody M., 
Fatima N., Mark N., Aiyah B., Ralph F., Kathryn C., Elly, Ayesha A.,
Clay W., Erich, Syam, MIKKI, John B., Olusegun, *Sukmawati* Gwen,
Delysia H., Frederic P., Richard L., Brenda L., Keith, Debbie G.,
Thank you for painting the best IMAGERY 

Michale Clarke, Charma C., Wayland B., Jancarl C., Carrie, and Harry, 
M&M, Abdulhafeez, Michael B., Maria P. S., CHAN and Mandy T.
You are only the beginning of what makes this a good community

Arlid A., Dinda M., Silly Billy, Tim Ryerson, we go way back.
Ravindra, Kim M., Richard S., Honestly JT., Wade A., Dom-X.
The ingredients in your poems, makes the best soup remix

Joe M., Jack H., James H., James P., Tim B., Jon A. C., Allan K., Matthew A.
Deb Wilson, David S., David William, Thomas S., Cecilia M. 
Keep that pen flowing for tomorrow needs poets like you.

Justin B., Laura B., your words will continue to be a part of me.
Owen Y., and John L., your visits, your friendship I will never forget

Yasmin and Carl F., hanging out with you on the soup was the best.

Cherl Dunn, and Colleen Bono, SandyIvy, I will miss everything about you, 
Mostly I will miss your friendship and the way you took care of me.

Poet and sister Skat, keep rocking what I can't.... 
Copy paste your love, welcome in the new.
Show Edwina, Robin, Sam B., and all the NEW POETS they belong

Last but not least-- Behind every mess, they are the best 
--Craig Cornish and Cyndi McMillan
What have you done, I admit without you this place would have been no fun.
Thank you for the spin, making every penny worth our paid premium memberships

Before I forget, 
I want to take this time to reminisce and add two old friends to my hot list.
Nikko and Chris A..... My first POETRY SOUP FRIENDS.
I will never forget you, and all the fun moments we had,
Back when the soup was not like this:) 
Chris, can you ever forgive me, I never stepped up to say "I was Sorry!"

As you know my kindness is my weakness 
Now it's time to be strong and move on 
If one day I return, then you know, I fell off the wagon
And, into arms and luring fingers of Team Poetry Soup
AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!

Love 
The Poet Destroyer


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Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


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The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


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GOD

GOD

I praise him
I kneel before him
I lay and pray and go to sleep
Knowing his eyes are upon my dreams
Like incense that runs, through the air
He seems to rule and flow through my night sky
Like a GOD!

He holds my love in his hands
Gave me the will to be strong
He's more than my shelter
He's more than my guided stars at night
He holds me in his fist so tight
Like the sanity, that keeps me together
He's the warmness of the light through the night
With his GODLINESS!! 

In the arms of his temple,
He allows me to sit on the right side of his throne
With his presence by my side, I never feel alone
He healed my sadness with the flow of his veins
He healed my rage, and gave me the gift of serenity
You're my GOD!

No one will never know what I feel for him
All the blessings that I have, 
Came since the day I found him,
Now I have my very own GOD!

by; p.d.


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Awaken From Deep Slumber

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you - 
Ye are many - they are few.'

From the poem: "The Mask of Anarchy" written by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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O child, 
how frail you seem in certain angles of light and shadow,
with your cavities,
fractured attention deficiency,
and thickening skin of apathy.

You are a victim to the plague,
playing amongst flowers filled with poison,
staring at screens to fill in the boredom
of having your young mind brimming
with over-stimulation -
information seeps in without warning,
beamed into your skull 
by 360 degrees 
of high-def, infra-red, wireless mobility.
24/7 programming of insidious adverts
breaches your skull in a mind-rape,
proving how the Death of a Salesman
was only a sideshow distraction
for the Kleptocracy to successfully purchase
the dark side of the moon -
control the tides,
control the mind,
buying our hearts and souls
in order to auction off our future
to the highest bids of people already dead.

O child,
yet I believe in you,
there is still hope left upon your shoulders.
You are strong,
your mind cuts like a blade.
And if you care,
if you dare,
what a significant burden for you to bare.
The time has come,
the time is ripe,
this is it,
there are no more second chances.
I pray for your success,
for you are our very last hope.
Please learn from my mistakes and failures,
absorb the goodness I have left to offer.
I tried, I truly did,
but the Hydra spat me out as a broken man.

Lost Children,
we left seeds inside the belly of the beast
for you to survive on within.
God speed, take heed,
do not attack the Kleptocracy from the outside,
its Dragon's heads will cut you down -
will cut you down without mercy.
You must advance peacefully
with a rogue's armour of false calm,
let the machine devour you whole.
Bide your time,
survive on the leftover seeds,
dismantle the Hydra from the inside,
rewrite the program from within.

Lost Children,
shed the tired cloak of apathy,
don the mask of alternate endings,
de-rail this present destiny.
Everything rides on you now,
everything rides on you.

The Kleptocracy broke my back,
but my mind is still intact,
and I know you can do better than I did,
believe that you can do better than we did.
I pray for your success,
pray for your safety and protection,
everything rides on you,
everything rides on you now.






December 8th, 2011


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Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time. 
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand. 
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand. 
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine. 
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep. 
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire. 
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in. 
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming. 
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark. 
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire. 
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife. 
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine


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Poet Destroyer-It will be ok

I know first hand the
pain in your heart,it
will be okay,soon you
can make a fresh start.

Your grandson Beal will
be watching over you,and
he knows everyday how
much you love him to.

Sometimes GOD does things
that we don't understand,
but he created your friends
to lend a helping hand.

Reach out to the people
that are here on the soup,
they help through hard times
and are a wonderful group.

There are to many to name
as this you know,
they will take you by the
hand and won't let go.

It will be okay and
soon you will see,
the new joy's in life
and how happy you'll be.

           You will get through this it just takes a little time.

                                                Love your poet friend,
                                                Colleen Marie Bono
                                                  April 11, 2013


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Motherland's Funeral

In the past, my country
cradled me within her womb,
but our roles reversed.
I held her in my arms,
felt her slip away.

I lost my country today.
Gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts overseas.

They wrenched her from my arms,
took her from my loving arms
to poke, to prod and draw blood.
I prayed while watching attempts made
at her resuscitation,
as greedy hands held out pens,
prodding me to fill in the proper forms.

The world is on lithium,
the drug has defiled the last drop of clean water.
My country was on lithium,
for her, the vibrant colours turned into dull grays,
and in the end, her heart gave way 
from having spent too many decades 
trapped within a gilded cage.

She had an organ donor card -
her organs were sold off one-by-one
while she still clung onto life.
Her organs were removed,
replaced with waving flags
and roaring stadiums.

Men from every standing, race and creed,
groped Motherland's body
after causing her to bleed.
Many men had laid with her. 
Oh, how they did.
At least some men showed decency,
graced her with meaningful caresses.
But they were far and few between -
between the rape, miscarriages and spoils.

Lithium is being slipped into my drink,
into my food, into the very air I breathe,
so daily I purge,
horrified by my country's overdose.
She looks decrepit, splayed out in the morgue,
a cardboard ticket hanging from a big toe
like an empty, whorish price tag.

I will have to give her a proper burial in my mind,
for they are going to have Mother embalmed,
encase her in a glass coffin,
and put her on display.

Our Mother passed away,
yet the land is here to stay.
I will walk across clear-cut ridges,
pass through neon-lit distractions
as a gypsy vagabond.
From now on, the territorial lines
mean nothing more to me than rules to follow.
The shell of this country remains, 
Nationalism has turned empty-hollow.

I lost my country today.
Gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts overseas.

I lost my country today,
held her in my arms,
watched her slip away,
felt her slip away.





April 30th, 2012


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Hermaphrodite - Part I


I wanted to write about how my doubts and fears
are simmering on the surface, how I am purging myself onto bleach,
to cleanse the grime staining what's left beneath.

And what's left, is love.

A romance for life, 
a nearly hopeless romantic who cannot always transfer it properly onto paper.
Not the pure essence of it all.
No, not in flowery lines - not a cheap, plastic bouquet
compared to my true emotions,
my dreams, my hope.

And of dreams, my love.

The blank sheet of paper seemed too beautiful to tarnish
with my plundering hooves;
to be torn apart with horns sharpened by the Earth,
piles of peat-moss smoldering from the lightning of my Heart.

If I take the leap, show you my dreams,
and in doing so, push you away with the nightmares that are intertwined,
I will understand,
love you nonetheless,
even though there is a part of me
that doesn't want to settle for less,
in an all                                      or nothing embrace.

I have been dreaming, 
dreaming of light,
visions of darkness, of black holes,
of the wondrous womb that bore me
as a winged wolf.

Yes, black holes and white holes to accompany the stars.

I place a pen upon the sheet of blank paper,
wondering if I can be real enough                 for us....


I.

The Evening Star, the Morning Star,
two halves of the same body,
the broken shards fuse, shine as One....

....wings unfurl, paws become talons,
I awaken in a dream, within a dream.

The words lodge themselves between my heart and hand,
so I roll up the blank sheet of paper into a tunnel,
a perfect circle to journey inside of.
Rolling out of my body,
I enter the tunnel,
following the Totems of this life and beyond.
There is a Wolf, Owl, Cardinal, and Starfish -
a part of me and something more,
an essence of Ladybugs, Ravens and Spiders.

In one end shines the Sun. It is I.
In the other end shines the Moon. It is you.
In the center, a crimson Cardinal alights upon an Evergreen branch,
before morphing into Seaweed brushing a red Starfish.
The Saltwater is my Blood,
Witch's Hats, 
Barnacles are my nipples
hardened by your Lunar tide.




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MY SOUPER GIRLFRIENDS

I met them once I landed in a place, 
they called it haven, a soiree place. 
Where people are nice,kind and cool. 
Some are young, some are....never mind. 
They're awesome people!

I first met this blonde lady,thought she's only twenty.
She did refused, said she's almost a mother to me. 
I beg to disagree,'cos she's more than just a mom. 
She's a bestfriend, she's wonderwoman. 
She lives in Norway,Anne Lise Andresen was her name. 

There goes a new avatar,who came to visit on my land. 
She's wearring sunglasses,but can't hide the beauty from behind.
Then I found out lately, she doesn't just own a pretty face.
She is the sexiest and hottest momsie,rockin' up poetry.
She's a real poet master,SkAT A.,that's her name! 

One day I sat down and read some poetries, 
So delightful,inspiring, and awesome pieces. 
I got struck to what I've found. 
A Filipina who's writing with charms, 
Her poems are incredibly great, 
She's Nette Onclaud, the goddess poet! 

I came to land another page, thought at first that's a cage. 
Of a tigress with full of angst and strength. 
I must admit, though I was afraid, I admire all the pieces she had made. 
She left the table and threw the soup,and think tha'ts the last time I'll see her poem. 
But with revenge she went back home, and send me greetings that I treasured. 
With friendly comment I came to know, this tigress is tame and a sweet person. 
Who is she?...the everbody's love and favorite, Poet Destroyer!

As time goes by, and my journey went long.
I had to passed in different stations.
I came to know so many beautiful people,
So kind and thoughtful, their arts are treasures.

There came to visit my poem one day, 
Though full of greiving,they cheered me so well.
They are Mary Jo ,Eileen, F.J. ,Vie and Shadow.
The women who are pride of this site.
The pretty ladies who always been there to lift you high.

Above all these awesome experience,
Is to know the people from my own motherland.
My country fellas, so sweet,cool and nice.
They are the crystal flowers glisten brightly like a star.
They are Leonora, Maria Paz, Nikko and Carole...

My day became brighter, you light the path I walk.
Everytime your greetings knock on my door.
Allow me to do the honor to thank you guys.
And let you all know how thankful I am.
My dream has came true, because of this site.









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You are THE EYES OF THE WORLD

You, poet, poetess...
ARE THE EYES OF THE WORLD!

Now that I've got your attention... let's sail to avenues where few too many 
cooks infuse attitutudes, burn britches in the kitchen.
Let us wave banners and quake fault lines of the masses, generate public 
interest bigger than entering contests, so the future wins as we arrest eye 
sights of their asses.
 
We've got something special in here; everyone sharing and caring and staring 
at screens like queens stare in the mirror. Hey, I've got an idea dear, rather 
it's more like a scattered ideal, real rednecks call "Idears, ya' hear!" 

So put down yir' sweet tea, turn off Duck Dynasty and come fly with me. 
We've got a whole generation of people sleeping through myriads of poetic 
songs. I contest we kick 'em in the ass with something true, something 
strong. 

We've got a beautiful community begging to be read. But right now, the only 
ones reading are those who should be writing instead.

We need to reach out, feed the needy, there's so much to teach. We are at 
the beginning of something huge, but I need YOU to see there's a universe to 
reach.

Look in the mirror, understand where you stand...
---------------
Note...
This stage could be HUGE!!! Poets are the last line of defense. But, here we 
are limiting our song, SARDINES IN THE TIN. 
We must think bigger, and 
generate vibrations for the whole world to see. 
Poetry is so much more than a club.

WE ARE THE EYES OF THE WORLD! 

There is no communication more true than this....what we live, what we give, 
what we do--- It's up to me and you!


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Just The Thought Of You

(Free Verse) When I am all alone all I do is to think of you my Love day and night all long and on a silvered fluffy clouds I go waffling along to you filled with joyful dreams of you and I my darling and softened the misty moon and the dotted stars from heaven above seem to stretch out their regal arms and singing sweet lullabies of love they sing to me of you and how much my love I just adore your face and your heart of gold with all my love for you like eternal shining stars from heaven just dancing for you with all my heart thinking of Just you And up above a crimson sky and clear blue sky my true love for you just soars to your inviting arms and with a very sweet an passionate kiss our hearts will be singing angels sweet lullabies of love songs as warm waves of only love for you so sweetly will go just up and down with you just dancing forever and ever in a true soulful passionate kiss my love. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 November,17,2014


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MADE IN CHINA

"Made In China"

They can have my money
If it saves me money

The toys I played with when I was young,
Says I enjoyed their hands
The Labels read 
"MADE IN CHINA"

The cheap material on my back, the shoes I wore. 
How easily they faded and tore
However, I enjoyed their hands
The Tags on my rags;
"MADE IN CHINA"

The car I own saves money on gas
A tiny Honda Civic, takes me everywhere
I love my sweet silver car
"Manufactured in China"

The never been used--Made in the USA--cookware I own,
Says, I don't work hard at all:)
Yummy to Chinese all you can eat take Outs  
Thank you China for being part of this world
Better Yet!
Thank you China, for making this world a part of yours.

MADE IN CHINA 
Shipped easily in a box

~SKAT~


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No Greater Hero

Struggling through the Great Depression
Growing up fatherless in the care of a loving aunt
Losing her husband, his weary mother could not cope

Working for the Civilian Conservation Corps
Trying to support his family
Attending school at night to provide a better life

Playing his sax and clarinet
Resounding notes of joy cast blessings
Filling our home with happiness many children never know

Loving eyes and deep, gentle voice
Drawing admiration from all who came to know him
Speaking softly, never in harsh tones

Accepting life’s challenges
Forgiving when his children seemed ungrateful
Nurturing, caring, standing by our sides

Picking us up when we fell
Offering support in every endeavor
Being the kind of father he never had

Teaching us to work hard and achieve
Reminding us that life offers no guarantees
Encouraging us to rebound from challenges as “come-back kids”

Gathering at his hospital bedside New Year’s Day 2009
Astonishing nurses with the depth of our love 
Never leaving his side, three grown children rested hands upon his

Lingering six days in a coma, perhaps his soul already in heaven
Speaking to him, hoping he could hear
Wanting him to feel our love one last time

Siblings who rarely agreed
Concurring just this once
Feeling blessed by our father, the brightest star we see in heaven



* Dedicated to my father, Arthur Schwarz, who died January 6, 2009


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The New Poet

~Life Support~

Welcome New Poet To Poetry Soup, 
I offer you a warm smile, in hopes you come back another day.
From the moment I spot your name on the new poet list,
I roll out the welcome mat, in hopes you will stay
I am not  afraid of you, I will approach you, and say hello
I will Annoy you, until you stop by and say "YELL-OW!" 
Please have patience, when my ink has no flame
Don't be intimidated by The Poet Destroyer's name,
I'm sweet looking like a lollipop, and fun like a kitten
"Warning!" Don't get too close or you'll be totally smitten, 
You can choose to adore me, or instigate petitions of envy
Even then I am a friendly poet, protected by God's loving levee

It's time to introduce myself, call me Linda, or PD
Unless, you're in constant warfare for the dominance of poetry
Then by all means, express yourself retard-ly  
Verbalize my name, in any which way you like
Call me The Poet Destroyer, when tapping the mic.
All though many here know I'm more of a Poet Supporter 
A comment crusader, a poetic hoarder
I have no shame in my game, 
I give, I love, I treat everyone the same

Unwind, Enjoy all the Xoolness coming your direction
Inspiration, Contest, Friendly Poets, Poems, and Dedications
I am not a mentor, I'm not a preacher advocating the perfect poem
I am me, original as can be, in time you will seek out my troupe
Reminiscing, over the time I was your first,
Regale me with loving respect, don't judge my hunger and poetic thirst
To all the new poets, I promise, I'll be faithful and follow you like a star
Unless, you forget to put gas, while side-showing in my crystalline car

Don't worry, New Poetic Poe, I got your back
Taunting you with a copy paste smack
Call it a "--Statement--" call it what you want
I call it, Love From PD, enjoying the community 
With a simple hello, and peace out spree
CONGRATULATIONS, to all who made it through the years
Ain't nobody here worth more than you, and your poetry
Take this time, and introduce yourself my new friend
Remember New Poet:
If it weren't for you, this place would be 2005 all over again

Always & Forever 
Age Of Poet Destroyer
6-24-14


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You're Smurfing Smurfilicious

....think eye am going to take the age-old, more direct approach of,

"Do you want to smurf?"


There's a lot of good to be said 'bout smurfiquette,
marriage before smurfing,
the intricate games that can be played,
but a lot of the time, people just wanna smurf,
test-drive the smurfandise;
and by not being direct enough,
a lot of possibly wholesome smurfing never smurfs itself into smurfeation.

It can't hurt to try?

You're so smurfing smurf,
your smurf is smurfilicious!
Right now eye can't imagine a smurfing better fit,
eye want to drink you like smurf-berry juice.
Have eye ever told you how you're a smurfing Goddess?

For all that it's worf,
eye believe we were put upon this earf,
so the two of us can get down, get dirty, and smurf!

Just like Papa Smurf Reznor said:

"Eye want to smurf you like an animal,
feel you from the inside,
you smurfing bring me closer to God."


Fra la lalalala la la la lala la,
fra la lalalala la la la lala laaaaAAAAHHHHHHHH!


Let's smurf like there's no smurfing tomorrow,
as if there's no time left to borrow.


So, what do you say?

You want to smurf?






June 18th, 2012


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Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


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Through the Door

Can you see them run to me – arms wide and laughing,
calling me, Mama: keeper of the stars, moon and hearts?
Can you see them kiss away my pain, healing every hurt
that’s ever marked me broken, dead or dying?

Can you see them hurt me? When they curse me, flay me; 
ground me with their unformed anger and bravado-uncertainty
until they fly behind doors, crying over what they’ve said – 
wishing they could take it back? 

O’, does that pride HURT! 
It stabs the chest and holds…holds…holds.
Can you see them behind doors and feel their wishful hearts burn? 
Can you feel them loving me through it all?
Love is not something easily hidden. Love like that breaks down doors – 
                                    sees through them. 
Can you see my tears; feel the weight of them on your cheeks? 
They are yours. 
Where you are (past the furthest/closest door) can you see me in them? 
Can you see the love I kept hidden in my dark and painful dungeon? 
You never knew what he did to me – but deep down, I blamed you anyway. 
There was only you left, you see; always you.
Can you see, I'm just like you?

If you can see me, you know. 
And if you can hear me crying through this God Damned pen (all those notes – 
all those written sorry’s slipped beneath doors - you must have known that
even at 37, I’d write you my heart in a note!)

You, Gran/Mother, are my one and only regret. 
That for 7 years, I treated you like a burden, a bother, and a barrier. 
I treated you like you should have treated me – an unintentional intruder;
like something taken, not given. 
But worse than that, I treated you like an acquaintance. 
Knowing how badly that must have hurt you, makes me want to be kicked in the face 
until I am unrecognizable; to the rest of the world, and myself. 

But life’s not like that, is it? No. You knew that, too. 

My baby boy has your nose, ears, and eyes. 
Do you think that if I whisper in his ear tonight while he sleeps (between you and me – 
at the doorway), you could hear me?
Tonight, I will whisper love in his perfect ear (pressed up against heaven’s door) -
maybe you will hear me say,

“Indy…Gran, I’m so sorry. If you can hear me, please give me a sign so I will know 
you’ve heard me. I want to see you smile again – just one more time…please…
let me know that somewhere, behind the door, you forgive me…”

And in the darkness of his bedroom; the moonlight covering his small face
like an angel’s kiss, the baby boy in her likeness, smiled.


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SOMEWHERE ALONG HER HANDS


' '''''''' ' '' Somewhere a hand is reading out loud a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal recording daily life’s soirees, memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes from the blasting words of the sun. Somehow someone reaches from darkness to drive the shadows that meet the body of her child: trembling with excitement or fear, sliding tender fingers on the back; parts the arms like wind that rushes in all seasons to reveal the lush, delicious landscape of summer ; then rubs the elbow down the forearm to greet the cheeks with a kiss and watches while the hands move back without help or guidance from the daughter sleeping. ~ Somewhere a mother, grandmother, godmother, stepmother, or mother nature weeps over love’s broken child; uses her hair to bandage the wound on the youth’s head …unfolds her hands from prayer to widen the window of angel psalms pressing her lips into alleys of the sapling’s mouth: a tear transforms her from receiving to giving. ..and she feels without seeing the last light of the night; lit for the heart of those who witness its extinguishing * Somewhere death’s chariot prepares for a long journey, away from the living: pack the roses from tomb to womb, remove the thorns for gracious sake, like knives that pierce the heart of loved ones who cannot move on, pulling the orchards over her head; a name whispered in every fireplace she flamed * * And somehow tonight, I hear her stir, still clinging to the waning voice of the hours; she bequeaths stars I will inherit until she, at last succumbs to wispy bliss. And I, a sighing child must tell her: “ Wake up, you've been in bed so long, Mother, you should not be sleeping…” ~ © ........ .... ........ *with love to my Mom who had passed on* Gautami Phookan's Poet lll Contest by nette onclaud


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Blowing a Kiss to You

                                  Blowing a kiss to you as
                                     dissipation
                                       gently overtakes
                                         the rain, leaving 
                                           the inner works
                                            of thunderstorms.
                                             Inhaling and Exhaling
                                             Intimacy from
                                            Mother Earth.
                                          Among the palm of ones
                                        hand, the diminutive,
                                        pulchritudinous,
                                         and intellectual
                                          Sunflower
                                             waltzes dauntlessly
                                               about the daystar.
                                                A sight,
                                                hence enthralling,
                                               stimulates and 
                                            formulates a
                                        meticulous remembrance,
                                     as one blows a kiss to you.


Dedicated to Doreen Wright


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In Reverence to Vivaldi's "Storm"

How like a tempest 
                           uncontrolled
It rages through my brain
           The sound of wild rain 
and making love in spontaneous 
         
Sparks fly from the flames
   red and burning in the night

A thunder crash inside my head
I feel the lightning stab the cracks
       of my heart…. rarely seen….
and far from caressed

Magnificent and virile
                   Pulsating and sexy
A raw thrash of tenacious
             tough notes that glide
and ripple like liquid sunshine

Rugged….

A heavy dew of crystal showers
Tinkling like wind chimes 
              Vivacious and turbulent 

How ripped of defenses 
                it leaves my naked soul….

Chaotic it titillates and tempts me
          with unfettered imaginings 
White sand and beaches
        Waves splashing bodies
                        in erotic embraces….

Sweet strawberry wine
           Lingers on my tongue
                   Pink and longing…. 
as I pirouette…laughing
           embracing life and love 
and all that makes a smile 
reach and touch my lonesome face

Vibrating and vital
Driving notes into my psyche
Dazzling this…..
Forever
               Infinite 
                            Eternal

STORM….!!!!


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The Song of Aphrodite

I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, come to me…

Whisper to me your longings, 
and I shall tickle your ear with my saccharine breath.
I shall take you to places 
where only gods and goddesses roam.

Aware am I of how my radiant beauty entrances you...
Be thankful to the Fates that it is you I have chosen.
I have sprung forth from Ocean's foam, 
but we shall churn that sea...
Flowers at my feet would pale 
to the flowers that spring forth from my heart

How I know too well that my eyes mesmerize
A twinkle from the windows of my soul 
and I know I have captured you.
I would gladly take off these necklaces ‘round my supple neck
if it means that your lips trail soft kisses instead…

I would happily unclasp these brooches in my hair,
and let my flowing tresses 
tickle your gorgeous face and body,
as I take my turn to adorn you with my kisses.

I shall discard these golden robes made by the Kharites and the Horai
and reveal my nubile body for you to explore 
with your eyes…
…with your hands
with your lips…

Let the Seasons be forgotten,
as we move to only know of Love.

I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, Come to me…




 August 5, 2010


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Doctor Ram: The Soup's Golden Voice

our beloved brother from India Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold board his magic carpet woven with wit, intellect and insight soar through sagas steeped in mythology captivating revelations on cultural tradition unique perspectives on historical events clever concepts conveyed with humor psychology, philosophy, behavior observations materialize as “Mehtaisms” stirring the soup adding spice to the broth supporting work of members new and old our international melting pot enriched by the work of a Literary Doctor salute a special sage who graces us with gifts Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold
* Dedicated to Dr. Ram Mehta in honor of Joe Maverick’s “Better than Gold” contest


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Refolding the Paper Crane

I tried folding a paper crane again the other day
  and  it didn't turn out right

tracing back my folds,
I knew I missed somewhere

unfolding, re-creasing, refolding
just tracing my fingers back

fingers 
    feeling the paper
and beyond

A three-minute fold
times 10 now

Even if I needed to do other things,
I paid no mind, determined to fold that crane

I had to get this right.
I had to.

Almost there...

As it turns out, 
I only missed one step,
--something to do with its wings, I believe...

Amazing how a single step
could be so important.

Stretching its wings now,
the paper crane 
soars proudly on my palm...
So beautiful.

In refolding this paper crane,
I hope I never forget...

Amazing how easily things slip from our minds, 
but more amazing
is when our hearts Do remember.

We remember, 
   and then we Do something...

...I have hundreds of paper cranes yet to fold,
it may be taking me far longer 
than what I had initially planned...

but yes, you are in my thoughts,
   you are in my prayers...

and I shall continue folding these cranes.

...I revel in the thought, for that moment,
when I can send them flying towards the Sun...








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For Andrea Dietrich

She took the lay of the land
Which lie before my face
West of where fathers lie
Lying there in their silent space
She understood my silence
In this tongue, the virus
That canceled my own, lain
Forgotten in the brain
I shall lie if I say I trust
Another voice beyond her eminence
Her authority gives confidence
That in her much more lies
Waiting to be laid upon my eye
She is magnificent 
With tongue and fruit of word.


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Edinburgh


Sweeping through your Scotch Broom,
weeping over your cobblestones,
lilting around the columns of Calton Hill,
is an Age of Reason so brilliantly brooding,
some nights I am kept awake
listening to Pendragon's breath caress Arthur's Seat,
and whispers drip from sills on Ramsay Street.

Though roots may drink from a sleepless night,
when morning light creeps through the curtains,
my love for you is renewed.




2.26.2013





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Love Making

Ohhhhh Electic touch shock my body awake
Arched back and gutteral moans
Shivers sweep my skin like circling tongues
Ohhhhh scream beautiful wild sounds
I can not lie still, nor think
Thoughts escape me and I - I - I - ohhhhhhhh
Ohhh Rapid touch 
Torment me till I am begging
No, no, no more I can not take it
I shake my head in mock protest
Unable to contain, control -
I have no control and ohhh
Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes 
yesyesyesyes oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Toes curl and eyes squeeze shut
Tingling body my face is flushed
My head dizzy and I am ohhhhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, I am high 
Inibreiated on your touch
And ohhhhh, ohhhhh you have not yet
Even entered my warmth with your
Ohhhhhh, your touch drives me to the edge 
The edge of sanity, 
Shattering the world into a jaged blade
And I forget whatever words I am about to say
Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh, ohhhh I am blabbering 
I am ebullient, I am oohhhhhhhh - overflowing
Quickly you slide between spread thighs
Slick and wet with sweet ambrosia 
Hard your pelvic hits mine and it is ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhh I am losing my mind
Rapidly I am approaching - approaching - aahhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhh, God yes, God, 
Head thrown back, nails pulling your hot skin closer to mine
You ravage my body over and over
Waves flooding my senses - so overwhelming 
You pound into me faster and faster
Till it is impossible to tell where one orgasm begins and another ends
Ohhhhhhhh, my brain is numb with hot sexual desire 
My lips are wide with laughter, sweet bubbily giggling,
Bottomless, Abyssal moans - voluptuous and husky 
The squeak of lascivious screams piercing the night


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Still Falling

.

Did you close your eyes? Did you think of them?
Memories come every year and I weep, alone and wondering
if at the top and at the end you had a fear of heights
as if the answer could make a difference.

Yet I'm dismayed to watch it again, acrophobic, imagining...
a room afire and the smoke making signals to the World
no easy means of escape, no places to hide, no exit.
Suffocated in that vision, I stay breathless trying to perceive...

Hot gasses in red eyes begging for the luxury of  fresh air 
a burning window and the fall-space: coin with just one side
pieces of crystals in livid hands without time to wave 
sticky blood warming fingers in a last cold morning.

And I weep, helpless and thinking in what you saw from above
that pandemonium of alarms, yelling and the sound of the fire
just an instant to decide how to face it, how to accept it 
an instant in which you may comprehend our brevity.

Perhaps, you could say goodbye... Did you have time?
Did you close your eyes? Did you think of them?
in their faces, their eyes, their voices, their scents...
Behind, below, inside...Death, waiting for your decision...

And I weep for your innocence... for your panic...for you
I'm with you now, terrified... yet, I can't follow you...
But you drag me and I jump with you, as every year 
as the only way I can remember you...feeling you, being with you ...

And I weep...recoiling to that morning that will live in infamy
in its intense impact, in those images 
Because the towers disappeared in its collapse
but you, through the years...you're still falling.



Footnote: This short video is very disturbing; it shows people falling and jumping from the towers. I don't recommend you to watch it because it may offend or hurt your feelings. However, it shows the true horror of that day and I think that it's the true extent in which those innocent people lost their lives. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcC6bTHosx0


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My quote for what's your quote contest

You are never alone when you are with you.


For Judy Cronos's quote contest. 

I was inspired by Casarah's "you" poem.


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Departed Friendships

For Linda, Freddie, Chan, & others that meant something true to us…

Another departure…

Another wistful teardrop
Embracing yesterday’s candid goodbye

No longer can we touch their physical soul. 

But, we
Can keep amnesia’s accented clef at bay

Holding their voice beyond new tomorrows

…

It is the triangle of life’s conundrum
When we slow dance with the arms of Why
The breaths of How
The misunderstood elegance of inevitabilities

We are taught the 2 guarantees of life: Death & Taxes

Yet, only one really means more to us
Within sunrise’s incipience

We hold convex reflections with incandescent sadness.

Yet, time allows opportunity to fly higher than God’s perspective
EVEN through our limited wisdoms
While we cherish
Remember
The Candles in our wind

…

I whisper silent prayers for our friends, family, & colleagues that now SOAR WITHIN!

For they may no longer be in front of you & I...

They are
And always shall be

By
Our 
Side

©Drake J. Eszes

 I was honored to have Chan on our Stand As 1 show back in March 2014. It was a deeply memorable show. You can listen to how it all went down here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/standas1/2014/03/16/stand-as-1-returns-wspecial-guest-that-archaic-poet 


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Thank-YOU--- To My LOVES

My Dearest Most Only  Beloved LENORE , there is Someone I want YOU to meet
My Heartbeat My LIFE My WIFE Let me escort YOU , to YOUR ”  Golden Throne “
YOU are my Queen , My everything : My Forever : please  come up and take YOUR Seat
This is BARBARA JEAN She put a LOVE seed in my Heart, as YOU can see it’s “Grown”

I fly Like a Cloud , The wings which flutter from my Heart cry out loud Barbara, I LOVE YOU
OHH!! LENORE L E N O R E, My LOVE If I knew the same words of  Heavenly Love You know
May I speak in Tongues  that YOU understand : May I show You  A Forever LOVE; as YOU 
Knew
Look at my Heart that’s Barbara Jean standing there  : Look to your left, Eternally I sit in that 
empty chair

YOU know I LOVE You Forever But here on Earth my Heart screams for Companionship and 
LOVE
Barbara Jean knows YOU as I’m sure YOU know her when You look out the window of Heaven
YOU can see my Heart beating anew , as it does for YOU I do not feel guilty ( or maybe I do)
How long has it been since I’ve seen YOU? I have never seen Barbara Jean, I have felt Her 
LOVE
How long has it been since I heard YOUR voice? in Barbara’s  POEMS my Heart does rejoice
I can hear the whispers “I LOVE YOU” from Heaven , the  song “I LOVE YOU” from Earth
I am such a lucky man  to know two LOVES, Heavenly and Earthly FOREVER and ALWAYS
I LOVE YOU LENORE : I LOVE YOU BARBARA JEAN Thank-YOU for taking  my Heart in YOURS

Inspired By LOVE Dedicated to my LOVES : L E N O R E  and  B A R B A R A  J E A N


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I AM LIVING

It is the old man from the threefold of life 
To whom I have taken control on this
But the poet whatever 
The cause should be 
The one who must walk 
Along the concept
For which beauty fades from 
Measure of apparent
Size of naturalistic explanations
Regardless how rich your heart is 
And none of us is able pass through.

It is the poet who is living 
Psychologically into this burrow of guesses 
And paradises within him
With reflection and with correction 
Of life this creates such 
A record that commands he must live or die.


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Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 


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Toquyen title compilation poem

What "do you see"
"What are you looking for"
"Why"
Why "do you do what you want"
You know it causes Me pain
You could be "my everything"
"Are you determined" to go it alone
"Sure" you can rely on your own wisdom
"Each" "moot" point " you" "test"
"What you want you get"
"Just know" it will never satisfy
"Ready or not" the end will come
You have a "see through heart"
Lacking the "gift of eternity"
"See where you are going"
"To you" I say, do not grasp the "final straw"

"Ready or not" "it is you"
"Oh yes" it is your choice
You can "rest in me"
"If you want it you shall have it"
"Your Treasure" is safe in my hands
"Whatever touches you" will never harm you
"You are an essay" I wish to complete 
"Wisdom" can be your companion
"I live" beyond simple imaginations
"See with my eyes"
"I will guide you"
"Oh beautiful one"
"Beautiful you"
I am waiting "for you"
"Peace" is but a "breath" away
"Ask and you will receive"
"Love, Lord"

All the words in Quotes are titles from Toquyen Harrell's  poems.


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Your Kindness

I was lost 
Feeling marginalized
Ostracized
Criticized
Demonized

Feeling
Empty
Forgotten
You wrote kind words
You visited me
You message hugged me
You poured healing on me
You bathed me with uplifting words
You fed me
Confidence
Assurance
Acceptance

A visit
A note
And you lifted me up
Said I mattered
Said I had a gift
Said I was missed
Said I brought joy

A kind word
And I came alive
Wanted to thrive
Wanted to be
The one whom you saw in me

You said a kind word
You whose vision is not clouded
With misconceptions 
With what you’ve heard
But rather you speak
Of what you have "seen"
You see the inner me
You see beauty of soul
What a gift to be able to see
Past all the ugliness
To reality

Your kindness
Your kindness
Brought me back
Brings me back
Day after day
To share what I have
For you will read and smile
And that means the world to me

Eileen Manassian

A Poem of Dedication to Richard Lamoureux for constantly encouraging me to write, write, write. 

One of Richard's latest posts: Hello Eileen, where are those new ones you promised?? I feel like a baby bird waiting for his mom to come back to the nest with a morsel. 

Richard, hope this morsel is nourishing. :) Thank you for always believing in me.


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BRAVO

Bravo!
His messages are always elaborative. We converse as if we know each other well. He is a famous poet on the Soup. He writes his verses with depth. Bravo, Richard Lamoureux you are one of the best! I like when you spread your wings to write a poetic text. His philosophy intrigues. His words are high literacy. Rick I will call him via commenting but he is such a Ricky through inner strength. Bravo, Richard Lamoureux for being the one I tribute! I love when your libretti smiles uplifting my spirit and making me feel worthwhile. He can be quite cynical. My respond is to explain some more. Richard is what I call him then. I know he is talking to me as a friend. Bravo, Richard Lamoureux! This is a tribute to you. I will close now. I hope you frame this and hang it high. Let the world know you shine. Your motivational and inspiratory poetic voice is precious. Bravo, Richard Lamoureux this tribute is to you! Continue to instigate; this encourages another to write. _____________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 17, 2014!


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The Softness of a Country Rose for Mary Jo Hoose

A stranger lifted me up today
While I was lost in my own self-centered universe, 
Silently crying about nobody else reading, commenting or caring 
About anything I’ve said, 
Considering myself poetically dead.  

I’ve been more concerned with the encroaching materialistic  
Responsibilities, requirements and concerns of living 
Instead of turning my attentions outward towards others 
And lifting myself out of this whirl pool of self-pity 
Into the ocean of giving.    

When to my wondrous delight dark turned to light 
As out of seemingly nowhere a fellow poet spoke gently and composed: 
“Your poetry is like the softness of a country rose.”
And while I know not where she lives and breathes
This furtherance of feeling was shared with me:
“I too am blue as sky is gray and nothing more will do today
Except ethereal connections are how we poets play.”

I was more than moved, to say the least
How this gypsy out of cyber space 
Renewed my poetic vow:
To speak the truth simple, plain and clear 
As I know how.  
And how 
My words and hers connected 
Through the vacuum of space and time 
Is a story for another day and rhyme. 

Until then, I stand transformed  
By those few words she engendered – 
And would give anything to tell her   
How sweet and kind her words were rendered.          


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A Tribute to The Highlander

His talent as a Bard explodes
From an exquisite mind it flows 
Through an instrument of script
Flooding parchment reverberating
Through the psyche creating waves  
Reaching the far ends of the universe 

Words of truth deep sentiment flourish
Propelling legitimate personal emotions 
Giving due praise to brave loyal and true
To God nature his love and fellow Bards and
The magnificent highlands he loves so well
Always uplifting inspiring and sharing 

Accept this tribute from an amateur a friend
With gratitude for reading commenting for 
Being just who you are, The Highlander


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Unshed Tears

Slice me with your tongue,
Razor blade wounds,
To suck out all my poisens,
Sweet lonely lullaby,
Accusing eyes of sadism,
Picture perfect prodegy, 
My Deadly Sin,
A bitter taste of arson,
Burning in my vital organ,
Your the pyre that burns away my mortality,
A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley,
A shadow of Death stalking,
With odd angel like wings,
A Numbing kiss like Drowning in Morphine,
My Oblivion,
Sweet arms to rest in till my vision no longer holds,
Eyes neither like Hell nor Heaven,
Cocain Addiction,
That Drip of Drugs into your system,
Intoxicated blood stream,
I'd rather not dream,
And instead get lost within - Your paralysing,
Your Paralysing, Brain lapse,
Your moving too fast,
Stay slow and dreamy,
Dancing silhoutte,
Like a burning forest fire,
Pain throughout my veins,
Ravishing and Beautiful,
A voice torn from my throat,
Dying joyfully,
With my last sight of you. . .


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Golden Skies

With love I look at you
And see your eyes transform 
To gaze into depths
Which carry a secret storm 
A ring as dark as night
Around a golden sky 
With speckles of dark stars
That bring my lips a sigh 
They hold the world's wonders
A box of sins and hurt 
A glimmer of light
That glows just like hope 
With love you look at me
And I see into your eyes
Your soul bare and naked 
From me you do not hide 
Their gentle with a sadness
They shine as you laugh 
They hold both parts equal 
Experience of life and death
You stay hidden to the world
But you open up to me
And in your eyes my Darling
I see everything there is to see
With soft lashes they appear
Angelic in their own way 
I watch as they close 
And your anger drifts away
Unclothed I see your soul
In the doorway of your eyes
I could stare into them forever 
Lost without a sense of time 


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Pretense of Destruction

    
                                                                                                                  Micaela
                                                         
                                
I'll Witness Your Beauty From The Shore of a Distant Continent,

Your light not Corrupted From Its Transference to Electricity.


I'll Immerse Myself in Your Reality, and Make it My Own.

Our Flesh Shall Intertwine and we'll Pump The Same Crimson.


My Friends Speak of Your Beauty, in its Unrivalled Shimmer.

I see More Than Just the Physicality, I See your Ethereal Traces.


I See it in Your Family, I See it in The Beauty Shared between

You and Your Sister. I See it in Your Smile. I Can See it in my Mind.


     - Sometimes I'll Pretend to Be Busy, Just so I Can Watch You -


You Are Sick With Purity, and I am the Vaccination of Sin. Entering

Your World With a Pretense of Destruction, I Will Set You Free.


She Stitches My Wounds with Silk.  - And I'll Save Her Life For It -

I'll Mend her Mind With Velvet.       - And She'll Follow Me in return -


 -I'm in Love -

    - Something More -

              - Nothing less -


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Outside The Box ---For Chan

No use pretending to the pitch of sleep
It seems to see straight through the night, from somewhere very far

I hear the sounds,  yet....., not of harps, ...instead the angels play guitar,
I hear them tap their feet to rock, and shake our world anew
Like something out of Star Wars......let's think outside the box
We've been out-foxed, we weren't prepared, to say goodbye just yet

No use pretending to the pitch of sleep
that we can squeeze each puzzle piece, to fit within our boxed-in dream
We were not prepared with lamp or light, to be awake to genius minds
But if we could bring our dreams alive,  we'd  think outside the closed-box mind
We would have to think, The Rhymer's dream, ...and set the box aside

Our brother could...., while no one would
The "geek",  some say, is still inside our open minds
The "geek" I think, is still alive, 
in each and every archive of where the heart and soul survives
In  pentagrams, each token. kind, a euphoric open mind
In optical illusions, akin to Tolkien's prime
A clipping ripped from headlines, he somehow made it fit
the scheme of things, within a frame,  yet still not box him in?
To paste, and form the change of pace, until we're torn in two
then re-arranged, stir common sense, and change our point of view
The artistry he kept alive, is genius we all seek......he lit the torch, and reached the peak
that we may never touch
He lit the torch, and made us think, a bit......outside the box




In Honor Of Chan
For Cyndi 11/10/14


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Truth eating at me

Restless sleep
Tossing and turning
To think about the words
You spilled without thought
Anger burning the truth onto your tongue 
To tell me what you think
That it was just my pride
I doomed my own fate
Made the choice that got me beat every day 
Do you think I asked for it
Because I continued to stay
Tell me again 
You think no less of me
But now the truth hangs
Between you and me 
And we toss and turn 
Unable to sleep
Guilt eating at you
Truth eating at me


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Smoke And Mirrors

Let's live in a fairytale, 
you can chase away the dragons, 
who's smoke breathes to life, 
the nightmares in my dreams.

I can be your Princess,
You can hold me in your arms,
Like a Knight in shinning armor,
And hush away my screams. 

No more wasted time,
with smoke and mirrors,
You're not a Court Jester,
lets speak the truth.

Will you say a sweet goodbye,
Or will you not shed a tear from your eye,
There's a dagger in my heart,
The icy pain is all I need for proof.

Diamond teardrops from my eyes,
Hurry dear, they say you must be quick,
To capture each before they dry,
The tears of when a Gypsy cries.

Are you, nothing more than a collector,
Do I hold no beauty in beggers clothes,
Lets face reality my love, you are no knight,
And neither a Prince if truth is to be told. 

And I am no Princess,
Did I once have you fooled?
Though once we lived as such,
Our love has ever cooled.

Must I break through,
Past the freezing layers of your heart,
To see if the thought still pains you,
Of us being forever apart?

I must open my eyes,
And live in the truth,
That dragons do not exist,
And are just fiction of the soused. 

You will not ever save me,
from their tongues of flame,
But burn me with your own,
And make me feel my shame.

You will not shield me,
from poisened arrows that fall,
but with the anger in your eyes,
I'll feel as if they've broken through the castle walls.

I was once, the Juliet,
That led you to your death,
Venom rampent through your veins,
Revenge seems to be your quest.

At each word you say,
It feels as though I'll die,
My heart breaks and shatters,
And you show no concern of why.

And yet at night you pull me close,
Whispering sweet nectar to me,
That makes me wonder,
Must we still live in their reality? 

Is there hope left for our fairytale,
To have a happy end?
Love like a fairytale, or Harsh Reality,
No time left to pretend, I must know the end.


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Year of the Acorn

Year of the Acorn
(For my Father who
has Parkinsons &
Alzheimer's)
22/12/12  21:21
pm

Out on a winter walk
one day
you solemnly put an
acorn into my hand.
Something in my head
whispered
"Keep it safe
and he'll be safe".
I kept it to this
day.

Year one.
One candle on my
cake,
burned into my
mind's eye forever.
You took a
photograph
to keep me in the
picture.

Year four.
My sister arrived in
the world. 
You took me to feed
the swans.
Back home
she greeted us with
screams.
I fled, covering my
ears.

Year thirteen.
Mother told me the
facts of life.
You kept well out of
it.

Year nineteen,
A disco at the end
of a long, quiet
road.
You always drove me
safely there and
back.
You were judge and
jury
of all boyfriends.

Year twenty three.
You gave me away
to the best
boyfriend of all.

A montage of eras
replay in the bright
lens of memory
till the year of the
walk
and the acorn.

And I kept it safe
so you'd be safe,
only now it looks
cracked and old;
not quite like an
acorn

and you are not
quite like you.


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Afraid Of Love - For A Friend

I understand 
Truely I do 
You forget dear friend, 
I am in fact like you. 
I was once afraid, 
and if truth must be told, 
I continue to be afraid, 
even as my Darling and I grow old. 
We each have our own hopes, 
and with each soul comes individual dreams. 
To find someone who is compatable is a terrifying thing. 
But no life is a waste, no presence is less than the other, 
your co-ed was wrong, as was my mother. 
I understand your fear, 
I once drowned in it myself, 
running away, pushing away help. 
I wanted to be touched, 
I wanted to be loved, 
but It was like a fire, 
so beautiful I was afriad I would burn. 
You must swallow your fear,
wade into the water, 
once you find your own Dear, 
you will calm and know that there is no other. 
It wont come at first, 
its a gradual thing, 
but when you feel that tug on your heart, 
do not cut the strings. 
You dont just hurt yourself, 
you hurt those that care, 
the ones that dream, to be in your air. 
Open your heart, 
and be not afraid, 
soon it will come and you will rejoyce in the day.


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Found Love

When first I came to know this world, my eyes were young and hurt,
And O're the years I came to know, the expression in my heart,
I fought my way through love and pain, through heart break, and much worse,
Until one day I found a man, who could love me at my best and worst,
He would drive me to the point of insane, yet bring me back to laughing tears,
He could make my eyes weep in shame, yet hold me close and i would heal,
18 years, it took to know that I would never leave his side,
For when I was born I knew this man; Inside my soul, the knowledge survived,
I found him after 16 years, And knew I loved when i reached 17,
Now the age of womanhood is apon me, and if asked Ill respond,
it is his wife I shall gladly be,
Sweet eyes so young, but aged too,
my love today, I explain to you.


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i feel so settled in your presence

i feel so settled in your presence
it seems so definitively calm here
i want to go on excursions never experienced with you and just discover

once upon a time i was a lonely soul yearning for any type of communication
i remember the footprints in the dust at every corner that had the scent of stale talcum powder
i remember the cable fluctuating between being off and on every other another
i remember listening to my old walkman under a few layers of cover when the power was cut off on a very cold day in winter
i recall sitting in the dark of my dusty, cobwebbed apartment letting the streetlight conceal the truth of my loneliness
i recall the draft coming into the screen in the living room and becoming painfully dizzy from daydreaming
i heard creaks on the stair steps and crackling in the walls
even introverted the darkness has a thousand eyes to truly see
even in hiding i cannot hide the from the strong stance stare of the obvious
knowing this, i decide to take a chance to makes bells ring like the freedom flapping of each wing....

....i feel so settled in your presence
it seems so definitively calm here
i want to go on excursions never experienced with you and just discover....


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Minstrel and Muse

Serenading me with vivid poetry
     Her pen extends thoughts so lovely 
Weaving words into graceful birds
     heart-felt phrases deftly placed
Feeling is conveyed in lines well displayed
     stanzas of emotion perfectly painted 


Beauty not contained in just script on page,
     Her eyes search kindly smiling
Lips pursed to quench kiss thirst
     Welcoming as only sincerity can be
Empathy radiates in the care she demonstrates
     Angelesque pursuit of nourishing soul
........................................................................

Where prose meets pose...she models from either side
   touches with words, caresses with sentiment
     Inspires my writing by supportively guiding
          This lady's both Minstrel AND Muse
   


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PERCEPTION

   PERCEPTION

Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure me out
Randomly it comes your way
Underneath a never known chemistry
Ask me to stay and I may
Grinding your teeth into my way
Cut out my eyes, and store them up
A tongueless mouth, nothing to say

Maybe by tomorrow you will forget
Losing myself in my own conversation
Hiding behind my one big regret
Don't know, Don't care
You had me open up
A book I closed, knowledge lost

No need to see 
A mystery called deception
What I am cannot be seen with the naked eye
Along came you using your *ucked* up perception
The ability you miss use
making sense of this connection
A process you carry with your own  patterns
You asked, you listened,  without making assumptions
A taste to take off my shoulders, 
To release an error locked in my Asylum
I myself am enjoying the insights about him
He's got me convince, using his perception
               
  :)
SKAT


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ANDREA D

.                 *ANDREA  D.*
.                 Happy Birthday 
.                      9/5/??


Wonderful lady here at the soup.
Life is still a big dream no matter her age group.
I bring to you September 5th Birthday scoop.
Andrea D, your a classic like Miss Betty Boop.
You target another year with a slam dunk hoop.
 
I want to take this time to dish out a cute birth day rhyme.
Relax enjoy the glitter & streamers anyway you can-Madame.
The candles points to you, like Uncle Sam.
Expressing my self like Sam I am!
Would you!" Could you!" Have yourself a Happy Birth Day Jam!

This is the part where my mini slam gets cute!
I wish you the best birth day sending you my salute.
Birthday cake made out of real forbidden fruit.
Straw-burst candy, smiles that flow in the air like pollute.
Celebrate the day you where brought into this world wearing your birthday suit.

Enjoy your day, as if you won a super shopping spree.
Enjoy your day, as if your day was full of potpourri.
Enjoy your day, with all the smiles everyone can see.
Enjoy your day, with all your friends and family.
Enjoy your day, with all the sweetness like honey from a bee.
Better yet Andrea D.
HAPPY! Happy Birth Day To You, ANDREA D!

Wishing you the best thing a birthday can bring.
Rising to the birthday song, Joe your king will sing.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREA, FROM ALL of us HERE at THE SOUP!
                   
by; P.D.


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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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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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Song Dedicated to Rape Victim of Delhi


 
A Song If this is My Country.. This Song is dedicated to the brutal Rape victim of Delhi and it’s a message for My Countrymen. The Original song is in Hindi on You Tube with Song Lines Text in English. The Song contains many situations universal and of concern of many counties of the world. The Photos used in the Song too conveys some message and I hope my friends on Poetry Soup would let me have their opinion. The original Song can be viewed on my You Tube channel or through following URL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJmf2pb0iP4&feature=player_detailpage A Song If this is My Country.. Part 1 If this is my country It is yours also Then why you are making Such a condition of this land. 01 The dreams which we had seen To make this country A land, dearest to everyone On Earth.02 Those dreams are weeping And crying, Whenever they see You or me. 03 Is this the way To make a new world for us By nipping and crushing The dreams and expectations Of each and everyone. 04 By making the poor innocent children As street baggers What an India of my dreams You have made O’ makers. 05 If this is my country It is yours also Then why the woman’s respect Is looted everyday on its soil. 06 Is the man of today is so helpless That those who rob the respect of women Are set free every day, So that, they may rob again What an India of my dreams You have made O’ makers. Then why you are making Such a condition of this land. 07 You and Me both have born on this soil And on its soil only We would part our last breath. 08 After centuries of long struggles We had received back Our Garden And After great difficulties We had started seeing Some blooming. 09 We could have made it again A garden full of flowers A garden on which All the seasons Would spread their splendors. 10 But what you have made Of our montherland A story on which The world would only laugh. Ravindra Kanpur India 07th Jan. 2013 Dedication This Song is dedicated to that Bold Girl Rape Victim of Delhi Who has sacrificed her life So that Other Rape Victims Of India May be saved. Ravindra My Channel on You Tube "RavindraKK1"


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Sent

Dear Destiny,

I can only imagine
the rounds you go through:
each day, each night
across the world and back...

No wonder 
you haven't 
reached me yet

Or maybe you got lost along the way?

Thought I saw you
once or thrice
turns out they were impostors

Doesn't matter...
for patience
is one of my stronger virtues

Waiting.

That's what life is mainly about anyway,
isn't it?

There are things 
that you must work for,
and there are things
that you must wait for.

Me, I gladly wait

If you indeed find me
and bring true love
then so be it...

but if not
then fine as well

I'm just here... 
waiting

and enjoying life 
while I do



** Nov. 4, 2010

for Audrey's Sentimental Love Letters contest :)


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Tanglaw -- Light

Sometimes, I cannot help but sigh
and wonder--
wonder deep inside of me 
whether I could ever be like you.

I riffle through the pages of my soul
and find a lot of them empty
Unlike yours, which seem to be bursting, blinding,
bursting, and still continuing to burst with brilliance...

So much so, 
that your soul's light
has spread far and wide,
very much like sunlight's fingers
opening the morning sky curtains,
touching and warming
those who need it.

Tanglaw 
Each step that you take,
each breath that you exhale,
each prayer that you whisper,
each beat of your heart
Tanglaw

I receive a smile,
and chat
with that man
who you've helped change...
Because of you,
the silent man now speaks, smiles.

You sit down to rest,
I see you talking to someone,
and I am almost fooled,
since you seem like old friends.
Because of you,
the lonely strangers become kindred.

It mystifies me sometimes,
of how you never seem to get tired.
It seems like I am the one who gets tired for you,
who gets worried for your own strength...
Then I see that glow from all around, 
and I am reminded how you glean from this glow.

I see you as this beautiful ball of energy--
Never static,
bouncing from soul to soul,
illuminating parts of themselves
that even they never knew existed.

It is so amazing seeing this at work,
since the next thing I know,
the place is lit up,
Alive. 
...and it is all because of you.

It makes me feel unworthy at times,
but oh how it also makes me feel so proud,
that I am a part of you,
and you are a part of me.

I have a lot of catching up to do,
since it seems I am lightyears from where you are

But I will try.
I will catch the tail end of your light,
clutch to it with my life, winding it around me,
let it embrace me--tight, so tight.
And I will never let it go. Never.
Until I also begin to glow.
Until I too, become that ball of light.

Hopefully when someone
riffles through the pages of my soul,
they will not find it blank,
but filled with gilt pages of light.

Just like yours.
Bursting and brilliant just like yours.




Tanglaw is pronounced "tang-lao"

Where I live, mothers are said to be the "light of the home"... 


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beyond poetry

This goes far beyond poetry

here I go...

snippets of thoughts
to words
to poetry 

to hearts
touching 
to smiles
reaching eyes

I am grateful,
I am blessed,
for the friendships formed

of chapbooks and poetry books
to reading books, watching movies

of eating to cooking
…of chocolate, truffles, tiramisu
of jellybeans and mushrooms…
of spam and eggs and mayo 
and of course, soup
hot or cold

of trips and falls,
and bumps and stares

and typos...
of it's and its
of i before e, 
and a instead of e

of Only Hopes 
and Dreams
to sleeping
and NOT sleeping

of music, and drumbeats
of art, and painting

of life, of love, of faith
of jokes and laughter,
of craziness and madness

of contests
and comments
swinging
back and forth
beyond crazy and fun

to body parts
aching, tickling
and of writing about them

of sharing and giving
of thoughts and ideas

of challenges and triumphs
of milestones

of prayers...

of life and of death

of ghosts and doppelgangers

of questions and answers
and answers with questions

of troubles and tears
of secrets and fears

of misunderstanding
and learning
to growing and reaping

of doors opening and closing
of the past and of the future

of the present

of sunshine and rain
darkness and light
of rainbows
and animals, in and out
our lives and our minds

beginnings and endings,
to endings beginning
to cycles, 
just going round and round

This is beyond poetry
and I am heartened,
I am blessed

so Thank You
for the poetry…
for the inspiration…
for the friendship.
Sounds so simple,
but it’s from my heart,
it's from my soul
just...Thank You.




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A Poem for My Distant Friend PD


A Poem for My Distant Friend PD This Poem is dedicated to Poet Destroyer PD Inspired by Linda-Marie SH of Poetry Soup A Poem for My Distant Friend PD What gift, I should send to you? My distant friend, Which can fill your heart, With Joy and Happiness, Like sweet mid summer Rains, Which would fill you, With the fragrance, which comes, From the first drop of Rains, When it falls on the heated soil, and Splashes as An intoxicating fragrance To keep you Happy Without sorrows and pains. I am trying to give a shape to my gift, With my words only, The moment you would read it, Sound and Music, Will come to your mind and Colors too would emerge As clouds emerges Every now and then. The moment you would see, These words and lines, Coming from a distant friend and A place not much known, A strange happiness, Would fill your heart My dear Poet friend. Ravindra Kanpur India 3rd Oct. 2012


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TO ALL MY SOUPER FRIENDS

I wanted to thank each of you personally,but there are to many
of you so I am writing this to all who have been willing to put up
with my sad and dark poems and all the kind comments you have
made.I have been overwhelmed with friendship since I joined the soup.
I never knew there were people like all of you out there,but I have
discovered that there is.I have struggled all my life with depression,
and other mental illnesses.My outlook on life is said through
my poems.I don't know myself when I will decide I can't take the pain
anymore.It is a day to day struggle for me.HG,you asked me how could
you write a suicide poem and not die?I can't answer that question,
and Douglas Ace you asked what our friendship means to me?That I
can answer.It means more than anything to me and your kind and 
gentle words are all taken to heart.Linda Marie has also helped through
my trying times.Jeralynn Clark,and James Fraser, wrote a poem for me,
which I appreciate more than words can say.I wanted to write this to
everyone and I hope you all get everything you ask for.I can't keep
fighting the feelings that I feel about ending it all.It is a day after day
feeling and I am tired.I will watch over all of you.I just can't hold on
to the future when all I think about is the past.You all think I need
help and I agree ,but have yet to find the help that is going to change
the way I feel.Please read my poem Is There A Heaven.When I find
out you all will be the first to know.I must go now and I hope you
all can understand why.Thank you I know isn't enough but I don't know 
what else to say to show how much you all meant to me.Peace and 
Love to all of you.Pray for me.

                                                     YOUR SOUPER FRIEND,
                                                       Colleen Marie Bono


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30 Years of Blooms

I guess it’s time to stop asking questions,
and start answering them.
Wipe away long dead evaporations;
mined trails overgrown with new,
more current vines.

Time to remove the silver duct-tape
from the face of killed memory; (the girl
in the cavern who sits, wide eyed and bound
at her skeletal ankles and wrists at the top 
of the wicked peak, looking for a way out –
her green eyes wild and rolling
like thunder and mustangs at the edge 
of the drop ,
looking for a way out of this 
buried-alive, hell)
and replace it with white words whispered
into my own children’s ears.

I cannot judge you.
Just as I cannot judge her.
We are all together in this moment.

And although I’d love to be 
the high and mighty mother who says,
“OH! I would never do that to MY kids –
never!”
I won’t. 
I won’t give him the pleasure.
The one who turned you to glass; beat you
until you were nothing but sunlight
in your own mother’s memory.
She loved me as I love mine (including
the young one who waits for her savior with 
the shining scissors; coming through 
the dark like rebirth and deliverance;
like a cool cloth on a charred brow).

So I will plant my Mother’s Day lilac tree
in her honor –
burying the questions,
honoring the love we shared
and still share.
We will leave our judgments at the door and sit 
beneath its amethyst blooms 
(my birthstone; 
                                  your given gift of insight)
exalting in the sacred heart of motherhood;
laughing until we cry;
feeding its deep roots
with memory.




© Kristin Reynolds 5 9 09

*Dedicated to my Mother this Mother's Day (I hope you are listening...)


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Me, Myself and I

I thought of things each day
As if they were stream of events
Through my mind away
More scenes I kept
Within my soul blemished
Haunted and reminiscent
Each action that pricked
My inner being in the wilderness
Of its fruition bestowed
For those who deserved
To savor the sumptuous breed
Of nature who spoke
Within the collective cells
That circumscribed
The essence of my existence
I created everything
That pleased and hurt me at once
But it was just fragment
Of essential things
Needed to propel my desires
To become who I am
And be one with everything.


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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.


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A Special Thank You.

Thank You, God.
Thank You for everything
that I know that I wanted and You withheld.
Thank You for everything
that I thought that I did not need and You provided.
Let me be like the one leper
out of ten who returns to give thanks to Your Son.
Thank you for  what you have granted.
Thank You for what you held back.
Thank you. Always. Amen.
P.S. Lord, Thank you for the following incomplete list of talented caring people
who have filled my heart and engaged my head. 
They, too, are one of You gifts to me:
Be good to them always and protect them as Your own. They are:

Carolyn Devonshire;Francine Roberts;Andrea Dietrich;Carrie Richards;Destroyer Poet;Chris
D. Aechter;Harry Horsman;DorisCulverHouse;Audrey Carey John Freeman; Wilma Neels;Dr. Ram
Mehta; Sean Kelly; Deborah Guzzi: Ambassador Carol Brown;Andrew Crisi;Brandlee
Augustus;Joyce( I told you first!) Johnson;Ralph Taylor; Charles Henderson; Joseph Spence;
Karen O'Leary;Connie Marcum Wong;Barbara Gorelick;Iolanda Scripca;Susan Palli; SKAT*;
Katie Lindsay;Michael Jordan; Caryl Muzzey;James Fraser;Rich Parise; Joe Flach;Tim
Ryerson;Mitch White;Nathan Dilts;Daniel Cwiak;Chris Smith; Brian Strand; and The Rambling
Poet. Thank you all and Thanks to all whom I foolishly overlooked. REGARDS! GERARD!


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Tension Waiting

The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.

I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass
As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day
Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse,
And just as the swordsman stands
They are statues in this moment,
Statues of derision,
Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within.

And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce
Coiled with motivation and purpose,
And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its’ edge
Ready to lash out and strike with direction
But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight
Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me
For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce.

But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper
White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch
A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink
Lines like a hunter’s bowstring, taut with intent,

As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds
I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box
But alas, there is no victim to frighten,
No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against
And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut
And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke
I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me,
I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me.

And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, 
Slicing away at the air around me
Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance
I write about…
I write about the coil within, and the lack without
And alone I wonder,
Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box
Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.


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Shine On, Andrea, Shine On

Shine on, Andrea, shine on
keep that youthful heart
and spread that love

Your words speak--
better yet, they dance
straight to your readers' hearts

You glow
with a beauty that starts
from within,
so lucky are those who
get touched by that light

May that fire in your soul
never burn out...
Shine on, Andrea, shine on!




September 5, 2011

**for a truly beautiful and wonderful friend, on her birthday :)
Wishing you the sweetest birthday, Andrea!! ^_^ hugs to you!


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o', just for once, to receive what i give-

if he were to write me a love poem, would it breathe 
like the quintessence of begin? would it live 
as the moon to the sea – as precise as the art
of expanse along kismets journey, and all horizons linear? 
would it wind-wash and rush my untouched
expanse, as a field soft and wild, exhaling through hair?
would you hear all of my hurt as it crashes to floors; crashing
through my glass floors, formed by years of perfected neglect; 
(reverberating through centuries of cause and effect)

or would it die in my hands;
turn to dust
at your
feet?

no. 

to read his undying words, such as my deepest imaginings 
can conjure, would be as if the very sun had come to rest beneath 
my bosom, shining exponentially forth every wish and dream i have 
ever harbored within the safe haven of my yearnings, since long 
before the birth of time itself!

o’, words given from the depths of my hearts deliberate daydreams, 
from the vastness of your perpetual being,
would surely render my mind useless, striking my fluttering 
body numb, and alive all at once!
if my love ever wrote me a love poem, i would answer 
by way of warm lips on eyelids, (weary from longing 
and unrequited need) gliding them 
down his fair face, kissing years of spent tears into the oblivion that is       
no more (the culmination of death and the sweet realization 
of answered prayers), and yet

i would no sooner ask him to write me a love poem, then I would 
expose my longing to receive one.


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Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


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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.


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Bubblewrapping Numbness

When tragedy strikes,
what happens to you?

Do you roll yourself up in
bubble wrap,
box yourself in
and pray that no one finds you?

or do you b-R-e-A-K
into a million pieces
and let others pick you up?


Reality feels like cork,
I push, will it to go and
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but it      W


...I play zigzags
with it in the water,
and it still Refuses to
                        
                      S
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                k


I am Numb.
And I try so hard to remind myself

This isn't about me,
not at all.

The regrets are still there,
the could'ves of life


You try to make sense of the tragedy
and still feel like floating up there
with the truth

Because even if the truth is dense and heavy,
it can defy gravity,
much like my tears










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For 'Ol Tom Bell --Repost

Reposted tribute to Mr. Tom Bell, as per Christy's call for all who had the pleasure of 
knowing Tom to write a poem for him. :)




How is it that someone can touch
Your very soul,
Without ever having met 
Face to face?

How is it that my heart lies shattered
Upon this desolate plane
Without ever having seen the cause
For its breaking?

How can I put into words 
What I am feeling,
When my red heart that writes,
Is now cold and blue with regret?

You called upon me to share
A past, funny remembrance you penned –
(A bad day at the eye doctor's)
And I swear to you, I tried to find it!
But your long, Tom list of heart words daunted me…
And after a few pages. I gave up.
I told you this, and you tried again to show me
But this dumb blonde just could not find it…

Until now.

I searched and searched until it was found.

It took me until you passed
To read the poem you wished to share,
And man, is it funny!

You had me laughing and crying
At the same time!

I left you a comment
That you will never read –
And my heart cries for being too late.
It is now, and forever will be
on my Favorites list.
I want you to know how much I love
(And will forever miss)
Your true Tom Tales…

Your words brought your kind soul to light;
Your voice wrapped itself around
My heart like vines,
Baring the most beautiful
Laughing blooms.

I am honored to have met your soul, 
And called you friend;
Thank you for listening to my trials and life story,
And for all of your wise advice.
You were the strongest man I have ever known -
You inspired me to shine.

So how is it that someone can touch a soul 
Without ever having met 
Face to face?

Ah, for here, 
Within words –
Within poetry, we meet
Within hearts, where our souls
Dance,
For a moment,
As one
Upon a page of
Pain, love, dreams, hurts, strengths, hopes, fears, and
True Tom Tales –

Thank God for poetry,
And for those we share it with.

Suddenly, all my troubles
Don’t feel so important now.
See? You are teaching me even now,

How to LIVE!

Because you just never know, do you?

You reminded me all we have is today,
This now – and I love you for that.

Rest easy my friend,
Where there is only love
And poetry spoken by angels…





Tom, dear - I will miss you more than words can express, your were strong 
beyond words...fare thee well friend, peace has found you at last. XOXO


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For One Day

If I had only one day left with you,
I would ask that day be in God's own time,
one day, a lifetime, every moment
an expression of love,
every hour a new adventure.

twenty four hours to slowly pass
with you at my side,
a never-ending dream,
always giving thanks,
one day left with you, 

would be eternity.

 


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Earth Hour 2012

Trying to do my part for Earth Hour 2012,
by consuming less electricity.
Now, I realize the hypocrisy
surrounding such an endeavor,
but I can at least try
by adding a drop into the rusty, broken bucket.

Prior to shutting off the lights,
I didn't do the intelligent thing
of relieving myself,
nor did I remember having melted all of the candles the night before,
in a ritualistic attempt at summoning Vomiticus Grammaticus.
The flashlights are dead,
no batteries to be found,
and clouds have draped over the moon.

Finally making it to the loo
with only a few bruises to show for,
I am halfway through my release,
when a turtle begins peeking out from between my cheeks.
This starts a chain reaction of muscular clenching,
which causes me to piss all over myself
as I maneuver to extract the sneaky turtle with a loud splash.
Aside from using less electricity,
I also vowed not to use excessive amounts of water,
so I simply wipe soiled hands through my hair,
drop skivvies and britches to the floor,
and make my way outside, into the crisp, night air.

A breeze blows upon my *ding-a-ling,
filling me with contentment, causing me to sing.
Before I know it,
the neighbourhood dogs are all braying along,
and the Earth Hour has turned into a full night.

The moon breaks free from cloudy clutches,
basking us in its newly found freedom and light.
Together we howl up at the moon,
take turns sniffing bottoms,
and joyfully piss on the fence.



*the bell on my tricycle




If you can, please turn off your lights for an hour 
on Earth Hour 2012, March 31, 8:30pm. Thank You! 

Aside from my usual exploits of tree-hugging,
I can only try even harder in reducing my carbon footprint
by using less electricity, water, disposable items,
recycling anything and everything possible,
and also by continuing to plant more trees.
I urge people to go far beyond just a single Earth Hour,
turning words into actions, and an expanding awareness
towards a greener, more environmentally sustainable lifestyle.


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--And Raes of Sunlight Kissed My Cheeks

Pale moonlight peeks gently for me right now,
yet it feels bright as day for me
as I think of you—

Cloudy velvety skies cover the glow of moon,
yet it’s still comforting like thick blankets on a cold eve
as I realize—

That is how warm your light is,
since you spread so much love
with your friendship, with your poetic gems 

It is almost as if 
you absorb Sol’s glow—
Your love for laying out in the sun paying off,
as you emanate that sunny energy
to people you come across with...

Your words have the strength of a warrior,
(A word warrior indeed!)
yet it also has the gentleness of a lady.

Your presence magnetic,
pulling heartstrings
like beams of sunshine
being brushed along a canvas
to paint a rainbow.

I think of you,
especially on this special day
as I celebrate a beautiful friend.

Yes, crickets are chirping
along with me right now...
Perhaps a song for you?
Darkness all around me,
with lights dim...

And yet
smiles twinkle in my eyes

I think of you,
...And raes of sunlight
will always, always
kiss my cheeks.








***Smiles, love and hugs to a beautiful and 
wonderful friend.
Happy, happy birthday, Andrea sweetie!!! 
^_^ <3<3

September 5


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Shar W, Sharon T, Emilia, Charma, Ruben, Mitch, Phong, and Hicky

Smiles light my eyes as I think of them, 
I see them as my Soup waves~
they come and go, they go and come,
these people who've lit up my visits here
Some of them fleeting, some of them lasting,
those moments instilled in me forever...I hope they wave hello

She is the epitome of substance and class,
a Huge honor for me to call her friend
She's the ever graceful angel,
with her beautiful poetry, with her thoughtful actions
It's always a treat when I see her pass here,
Sweet Shar, thank you so much for always being there!

Another precious gem is she, my friend beyond poetry,
she's been an inspiration even before Soup
Her eloquent poems always touch my heart,
I miss how her memorable verses flow effortlessly...
And even if I only see her once in a blue moon,
Wonderful, caring Sharon, I'm so grateful for your lasting friendship!

She is like me in so many ways, Emilia is such a dear
Her poetry speaks right through me, a deep soul
that swims in an ocean of thoughts and dreams
How I hope this sweet Pisces girl lends flavor back here
In any case, I'm so thankful that I've gotten to know her...
Dearie, poetry hugs us, as I do, te imbratisez!

The charming Charma is also unforgettable,
her sweet and romantic words are always a pleasure to read.
She's someone I've also shared dessert recipes with,
together with hopes, prayers and dreams...
She always leaves wonderful encouraging words
Lovely friend, I'm so thankful for the support you've given me!

and although fleeting, these men have always made me smile...

Ruben, his smile alone can light up the page...
His wise, witty words and ever generous heart
pave the way for memorable poetry that leaves lumps in throats--
I hope you're doing good wherever you are, thank you for fun times!

Mitch, I wonder where he's driving now, 
whether someone else has captured his heart?
A talented man who can write poems in a flash, 
thank you for the inspiring and kind words, I hope you're doing ok!

Phong, haiku guy in search for the perfect rump...
Makes me think if he ever found a non-jiggly one for his rotisserie
Shame, he was here only for a short while, but ah, the laughter he elicited
Thanks so much for that, I hope you're dabbling more in free verse poetry!

Hicky, the ever sweet old gentleman with kind words...
his poetry always left me with a sense of wonder and smiles.
How I pray that he's doing good, and that his book writing is doing well,
Thank you my dear Hicky, I sure miss you here!



-nikko :)


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A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


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Baby Unicorn

Welcome to the land of butterflys and buttercups
The place where baby unicorns run free
It does not rain here
Nothing but sunshine
sandy beaches
Race with the waves as they crash against the shore
Here the sand is white as snow
Yet it's so soft
So warm
The water azure blue
Dive into the ocean
Let it envelope your body
Wash away sadness
Cleanse you
Renew your soul
Emerge 
Energized 
Strengthened
Joy can once again be a friend
Dream happy dreams
Fill your land with all that you love
You are woman
Stronger than even you know
The pen is mightier 
You are a poet a creator of worlds
You determine what you see
You choose your joy
Let imagination fuel reality
See the you that you are meant to be

Dedicated to Colleen Bono
Check out the Science of Happiness by Shawn Achor on UTube

Submitted to You Are Beautiful Contest. 


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an Angel from Norway

            The Soup and all the mix ~
           this has given me my own home
           A warm place I feel safe a Family 
          
          Many Inspired me with Love and welcome from the 1st Day 
          One comes to mind and what would I say ?

          The beautiful Poetess Anne lise ,  from Norway ~

           Anne Lise being sweet and responding from the start
           A most important part of the soup here in many hearts
           I want to say Thank-you for reading and inspiring me to write 

          I want to say you have a beautiful Soul God gifted a special way
          Showing Love , sharing art , sincere in caring for all here

            Anne lise you are truly amazing our Angel Heaven sent ~

           You show such Love to others indiscriminately 
           you read others and respond to all with beauty 
           May Love surround you Always keep you warm like a Blanket Forever ~
  
                    "In Honor of Our Angel Anne Lise "


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My Dog Lady


My dog is full of life and glee
But gentle and kind as should be.
She sits beside me day and night.
I have no fear that she will bite.
When troubles come we see them thru.
We live in a house of silvery white and golden hue.

And then she died.
Oh such a day.
The sorrows were heavy.
The tears they ran.
I am now alone in our golden span.
Remember her well.
Forget her not.
To honor her memory I chose this spot.
Remember her well.
Forget her not.
The joy she gave.
The love she got.


This was the 1st poem I wrote for school at 11 years old. My 1st dog
and constant companion had just died.
Now 50 years ago. By Carol Eastman
Contest: Small poem II: Motif: Epic


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Bringing Life To All

Thunder and lightning ruled the black night
As the frightened young mother struggled 
Beads of sweat ran down her pretty face
The old midwife calmly sponged off sweat
She hummed a lullaby to soothe her pain
Praying that the husband would be back soon
Five miles to travel in treacherous weather 
Seeking the one doctor for hundreds of miles
Twelve hours of labor now seemed like days. 

Fell trees and shaved off roof tops, toppled by whipping winds 
Rising rivers were swollen, and flooded make shift roads
Endless rain poured like there would be no end
Meanwhile her unborn child lay bridged as it battled for release
Suddenly the door burst open and the doctor rushed in
His clothes sticking to his skin; there was no time to change 
With his palm he felt her forehead asking pertinent questions
He and the old midwife tried manually to turn the exhausted child
At each attempt, mother’s painful cry was heard in the distance
She gave one guttural scream and usherd her baby into the world
The child, born limp, barely breathing as the mid wife took her away

He starred into her eyes, and knew that she was beyond his help
He brought the new born to lie in her mother’s warm arms
The silence was noticeable; the raging storm had passed
The sound of light rain, now a comfort, gently tapped upon tin roof
In a soft, weak voice she called her husband and managed a smile
Then she blessed her child with words from a mother’s heart
“May you be a light, swift as lightning when days grow dark.”
“May you have wisdom and foresight beyond your days” 
“May your heart nurture and remain open to love”
“Like rain, may you bring life to all “
“Born this stormy night, your name will be “Rain”.

~*~
By    : Audrey Carey
Note: Imagination at work:) Written for Constance's "Rain, The Story" Contest.
My imagination took me to some little village in Africa.  This scene is played out in 
many villages where health care is non-existent.  However, there's always, thanks 
to God, a wise, caring "midwife" to help mothers during delivery.
Everyday, countless miracles are performed by God through "midwives"!


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Comments Better Than Gold

Truth is easy to write as its fluidity resonates! At times I read people well, and sometimes, not This is one of those times I have it right, I believe He’s an excellent poet with a gentle soul Blessed with a wealth of knowledge Already excelled in the craft, now he writes for the joy Self-assurance shows and he's confident of his worth Honor he bestows when he leaves comments on my poems We are graced by the presence in our midst Of a Doctor of Literature, so unassuming Always courteous and seemingly devoid of ego That he would bother to read my poems Tells me I am not too bad at all I can tell when he truly enjoys the read And when he’s merely being polite For me, Dr. Ram’s comments are better than gold ~*~
For: Joe Maverick's "Better than Gold" Contest Annalise Brigham


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A RAINY DAY

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

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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Incessant Motion

.
                             This is just for you
                             little hummingbird….

                        How inspirational you are!!

                        You flit about in eager ways
                    From flower to flower you dance
                      always intent on your mission

                      Pretty crimson and deep blue
                       and shimmered green hues
                      on your lightning speed wings

                         Just watching your drive
                           makes me grin at you
                      How you are always so busy
                          Your vigor and energy

                                   Yes….you…
                            irrepressible you are
                             A bit mischievous….

                        Dashing through the wind

                                   F
                                       R
                                          E
                                             E
                     

                    I love to watch your little loops
                   and your sudden stops in mid air
                        How you love to hover…..

                     Bright, you are….a light to me
                   On sad days when sorrow comes
                         you dash to my rescue
                              with super speed

                               How I love you
                            little hummingbird!!

This is for a dear friend. She is much like a hummingbird *^_^*


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On Wings of Moogsmoorwood

She mentioned being walluntorspearsed about me,
but it is I, who should instead, be walluntorspearsing about her.

I have flown towards the sun on wings of moogsmoorwood,
only to crash into the harsh leavened steppes of Inglesnegativebroten.
After mending bones and burghainboggles,
I found myself in the middle of wandering Wartanwursters,
drooling for a taste of my blood,
gnashing their sharp schneezers.

I have died a thousand deaths,
been resurrected by the prayers of virtue,
by the Hoodoo of Hearsaylookspeaknottooloudeoles,
and Wax Saints in the mountains of Fleurflippantistan.

With a magnolia in my mouth,
spider's webs spun over crowns,
and a charcoal circle on my hand,
I fly on wings of moogsmoorwood,
with peace, love and the folly to be found in-between.

And yet, she walluntorspearses about me!
Is she naive, or is she a Saint?
Is she hollow, or is she filled with golden rain?
Does she truly know wot she is biting into?

Ah yes, the questions keep moving through my mind,
filling me with walluntorspearse,
for I cannot quite figure out if she is strong enough
to face the truth about Grimm-Gloommers,
or if she is in fact strong enough to take them on -
to open my eyes wide enough,
to let her have a go at them without meddling in the outcome,
to prove that I can stop walluntorspearsing about her....


....that she may very well be stronger than I.
Yes. The possibility alone, already offers a calming salve.


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He's Their Grandpa

My husband... has never minded
    eating a vegetable he doesn't like
        just so they will eat theirs...

Or eating half smashed, soggy potato chips
          out of clammy little hands, 
                        when they've decided they would like to share...

He's fine... letting them play hairdresser...
        sitting patiently, while they curl his hair,

He will play Old Maid, pretending to have a sour face...
                        all the while letting them win

He doesn't mind drinking muddy looking tea
  from a tiny little cup, that is too small for his fingers

Or sitting out in the blazing sun
         on a hot summer afternoon
              watching them stay cool, as they frolic in the sprinklers

He shows excitement 
 over a Popsicle stick
      glued onto cardboard, 
          and tied with a bow....
              exclaiming it to be his favorite birthday gift...
               

He doesn't mind taking them up and down the aisles of Wal Mart
           for an hour, while they decide how to spend their dollar

He would rather spend his day playing hopscotch
     than a round of golf

He's their Grandpa.........

                 Just one more reason why I love him



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Captured-..The Spirit Wind

Captured…..the Spirit Wind 

 (tribute to “My spirit you” by Colin Mitchell Williams)

when you paint a portrait of this love
      it is exquisitely artistic 
moving souls with words…
splashed on the canvass of this page
like it bled from within your soul
                  like it spilled from you
from an always pouring faucet
coming from the deepest well….

           blatant and caressing
tumultuous and arousing
it comes arrayed in many hues
sprinkles softly like golden dust
poured on feminine hearts
stained with passion
red and pink (your blooming heart) 
fervent with heat
sultry and captivating….
much like summer breezes
on balmy beaches
                               you….
you are passion refined
defined as profound


you speak of this love that rests inside
(one like you say you have never known)

    she is lovely you say….

“Now you are like a blue girl
Dressed in summer clothes
Laughing in the sunshine
Playing on the swings of my heart
Rising to the heavens
And out beyond the stars”

how touching those lines!

we see her through your eyes of love
those shining eyes of bliss

she counts herself lucky I would say…
      what woman would not?

a woman could but only wish
that she could hold a mans heart
that beats with a constant beat
that captures such staggering
        and brilliant colors

erotically tender…
how you describe her
we can see her in your eyes
and it feels like love should feel
constant like the sun
ever moving like the current
in a California river


going somewhere on the trees
magic in the wind
beneath a bright iridescent sky
blasting out a soothing blue 

you speak of love as it should be
it makes a woman hope 
that fairy tales just might come true 



If I could enter my own contest right now this is what i would enter. What can i say?"My Spirit 
You" is a beautiful poem :) Thank you, Colin, for the inspiration....


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The Poet Rambles

the truth never told me a lie; if one writes a thousand poems one has a thousand poems written; everyone sees the sky as blue; Chicken Little is the only one the poet knows to see the sky as falling, therefore, the poet can imagine what it must be like to wonder if the sky will fall on her too.  Oh, and by the way it can happen because of you know that law (No, not Murphy's Law ((gotcha)) ), Godel's law.  Well, time for a dictionary hey?!  And even funnier, the poet doesn't have any screws loosw since the nuts and bolts of the poet are adjusted quite well anyways.  Well, scrap that concept, the poet doesn't actually exist except for in some macabre, abstract, poetic, humanistic, peaceful way that for sure will cease within the next one hundred years.  Therefore, the poet so shall choose to be the Biggest frickin', flippin' "Dreamer Be" in such a Divine sense as to ponder all things and mark the poet's fingerprints on life in sizzlin' accordance with the poet's law which is as follows: "Skip your mundane penchant for life and live a new existence-- exchange a size small life for a ginormous size dream life!"  Skip to the beats with fervid heat.  Off my soap box now, the poet puts her words into action-- Lights, Action, Creation.  Dreamer Girl gives way to her Big Heart!


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My Emily

She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her sighs
Spiking my tongue
her name cries out
My heart splinters
my gut receives another jolt
God I loved that girl
and didn't even know for certain until today
But now it is too late
I left it too long
to proclaim my love for her
afraid of the pain 
which comes from being knocked back
still even that is not as I suffer now
in the whispering of her name
I look in the mirror 
yet see her reflection stare back at me
smiling and tossing back her flowing locks
her very presence is felt in abundance
Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires
class more expensive than purest diamonds
with a charismatic magnetism radiating out
overwhelming all within reach of her personality
Stolen from this world she was
No notice to anyone that she would be leaving
Nothing makes sense anymore
And I long to know if we shall meet again
Some new day in a realm beyone ours
Another time another place
I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me
For true love will never die




Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered...  My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her...  So sad to still have these things going onin our world...


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Today Not Tomorrow

I have been untrue
To myself and to my heart
I waited for the questions to answer themselves
I waited for the possible to become probable
I cowered down behind shadows
Even they shied away
I cowered down behind lies
Even they unravelled
I cowered down behind those cowards
Even they left in disgust
Beneath the slime and muck of time
I lie shivering in the cold
Today I have said I, but never you
Selfish is the soul that speaks
To itself as it leaks
Lies and deceit upon the shelves
Shelves covered with hearts in jars
These hearts that cry out the truth
Their own echo is all they hear

I avoided the truth
I avoided confrontation
Today I opened a door
Only to shut another
Time is a whore
Time is the whore we all know
The whore that stole it all
Bottle up a heart in a jar
She will reopen it some day
As she has reopened secrets
As she has stolen them back
As she has taken my ego
As she has taken my confidence

Today I wait
As I have waited before
A day passes as time laughs
As shadows scurry
As lies fall apart
As cowards roar
As time cleans out
I shiver more

My love to you is ebbing
A wait after another
I question my wait, how I rot in this seat
I question my wait as I hide behind deceit
And yet I thank you
For on this day I know
I have wasted away before your gaze
And your recognition is yet awaited
Today I watch you get stolen away
And hope for time to repeat
For if only a second before I could have reached for you
But now I wait
To wait again
I am selfish
I have watched
I have gazed
I have dreamt
I have wondered
I have left you there in that dark alley awaiting my arrival
And I say

If only this seat had wheels
If only this dreamer had heart
Now I wait, for the moment I will rise
And I wait

For the moment you shall beckon
I shall cast my shadow upon the steps
I shall shed my skin of lies
I shall roar with vigor from within the cowering forms of many
And time shall stare with awe
Wings I shall grow
And together we shall soar
Through days and nights we shall dance
As time bleeds its envious blood
Today I ask for you at my side
Tomorrow I shall be there at yours
This selfish capsule of a soulless trap
Shall be a soul once more
With all those forms casting shadows
Soaring above the clouds of dreamers
Paired off, laying on the moon
Howling for the world to hear
Today not tomorrow
I shall be true

© Samir Georges 
2005


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Alone in the unknown land

I am alone,in this unknown land
The way back as a losers game,I played
Wanna live it bravely but at times I fail....
Me who cries for the gone past,me myself call a pessimist

Past which teach me a lot
Life a teacher,teach me happily the sorrows...
Me jealous of those happy ones
Thinks its a curse alone for me or may the fate...

Still my goals are firm
I'm not ready to leave it for the past
But for the future
I am ready to fight for my life

Me not a selfish ! Still want something,not for me 
But to help the world,The ones who are alone..........


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Between Two Shades Of Night

Memories linger
Repeated..
Between two shades of night..

Another day gone, sunset dark
Years ago - hours ago
   the same
      ...two shades of night

A new day, sunlight
Another smile
One more mile
Left again to fight
Between two shades of night

Donna Jones, for granny gran....my mother in law...so sick...and also suffers 
                          with moderate Alzheimer's .......God bless all who do....


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Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
alone;
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.

-10/14/2013-


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The Kiss a pink ribbon moment

The breast
Symbol of nurture, womanhood
Mens obsession
Natures gift turned to curse
Mastectomy, identity confused
Great loss, clinging to life
Taking no chances

You stare at yourself in the mirror
Crying but still here 
Fight has ended
Battle wounds 
engraved on body and spirit


Husband walks in room
Ashamed you cover yourself
He gently pulls your arms aside
Slowly kisses your scar
He looks at your body then into your eyes
He says "you have never been more beautiful"


This poem is in honor of the women who have battled breast cancer and won.
It also celebrates the men who have stood by them and witnessed
true strength and beauty. The pink ribbon is the symbol for breast
cancer awareness.



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Eleventh, March

A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
   Another hand empathizes--
          touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
    enfolding memories into paper, ostensibly vigilant 
         Unborn dreams awaiting fruition.

empty streets, impacted pieces: occupied lives, unwavering spirits

Arighting the entropy--
 "Not Impossible!" Heaves Obstacled Nation -- Untiring, Persevering! 

A lone emboldened seed is planted, objectifying hope,
  ushering life amidst rubble, 
engaging tenacity inherently within overburdened, yet undauntable voices
 Ardently surging, emerging from insidious waves of chaos, 
     ultimately touching azure

Time effortlessly moves, insensitive to ordeals
  nonetheless, undoubtedly healing...

As wings echo distantly, irradiated winds oscillate
                     blush unfurling light...


Arise, Sun! Embrace the illuminated blossom. Orbit Love's universe.








0330040203042013



11th March 2011

**It has been two years since Japan encountered 
such a devastating triple tragedy
of the earthquake in Tohoku, tsunami and 
the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster...

They are still slowly picking up the pieces, 
so much needs to be done, 
so many are still displaced, uncertain of their futures, of their lives...
hopefully they are not forgotten.

It may take long, long years, 
but I honestly believe Japan can rise over this, I honestly hope so.




****Thank you David for this enjoyable challenge.
 It has pushed me to approach this topic in a way that 
I would have never thought of on my own....




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My Personal Mission

How grateful I am Having been created to be always In the heart of Jesus; He poured out through me, His unconditional love To my family, friends Students and to everyone. Career is my precious gift, It's the greatest fulfillment. From Him, I had received; In this way, I can serve Him As long as I live, To mold the young minds For world's future sake. I will always be a committed mentor, With lots of patience, love And bunches of care; Share all my knowledge and skills To the best I can, Leading my students To God in prayer. As eldest in the family, I'll also take enough responsibility, To help my parents and brothers In any way, Serving them to the fullest, While still young and unmarried. I'll go on in life's struggle, If there are barriers, I will not give up whatever matters. Give my love even until it hurts, Ti's life's essence in this world, To love and serve, I truly believe Is my mission on earth.


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Butterfly Song

A butterfly fluttered into my space
And tried to lite upon my face.
The beautiful creature had no fear
And kissed me softly on the ear.
As delicate and tender as she was,
she whispered to me with no fuss.
Sharing the wonders of her life 
She made me smile for just a while.
A sweet spring flower to brighten my day.
Careful flight my friend, I pray....


Appreciation (In Honor of PD)
5-14-13


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To-Susan, From-Natalie

Her poetry is edgy

She is untamed…fierce…tempestuous

She will not sell herself short and conform… 
but is able to when needs to or she feels like it

She writes about everything from teddy bears to Viagra

She has a positive soul and a friendly demeanor

She is amazingly creative! 

And she even has a way to get very conservative members to make
positive comments on naughty dr. office poems :)

The contests she sponsors are wild, feral, and brilliant

She is not afraid to tell it like it is

She is passionate….She is luminous

She is Susan Burch…and she is my hero!


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Attawapiskat: Orphans of the Stone and Sky

Salt-bleached roads merge into a horizon
of snow-clouds pregnant with similar shades of gray.

On television sets, the media squawks loudly
about one of the most affluent suburbs in the world
having been touched by flood during the night.
O! We must come together,
help restore the water-damaged basements
of 1.5 million-dollar homes.
Has the Great Mother no sympathy,
as she continues to unleash her stormy wrath?

Behind the back of a 3rd World town
nestled in the bosom of 1st World commodities,
outsiders whisper of possible mismanaged aid,
of faulty tribal council audits,
while on our land, foreign companies break open the earth,
extracting our Mother's vital organs,
selling blood diamonds to the very people 
with water-damaged 1.5 million-dollar homes....
....maybe the sparkle of a new necklace
will assuage the waiting-period of insurance policies.
Yes, people whisper behind our backs 
about the burden of hand-outs,
while our land subsidizes the entire nation.

But self-pity and envy will not serve us true,
for the widely beaten path 
leads towards more conditioned lies and empty eyes.

Above, the burgeoning snow-clouds
are filled with much potential energy
waiting to be released, just as we are.
If we arise from the swampy, damp ashes
as a phoenix whose wings are dried by courage-breath,
we must act with grace,
live by the golden rule,
treat our oppressors with a dignity
not offered to us in the first place.

To settle for less, 
is to settle for a searing brand of Oji-Cree hypocrisy -
the widely beaten path of conditioned lies and empty eyes.
We, the Orphans of the Stone and Sky,
must rise as graceful Warriors,
must rise to not only protect our own future,
but the future of all children.

We arrived from the Stone and Sky with grace,
so shall we live, so shall we depart, 
and again, so shall we return.






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Lupita's Request

Lupita…forgive me, 
For I would never sin from these 
lips, 
Such words that would spoil the beauty 
of your existence;
But if you requested such a crime, I’d argue 
for remnants of your time, 
And charm you as my fatal audience. 

Of these things I would cite verbally, 
Would be the origin of shape, gifted upon 
your figure, 
Those curves that gave birth to the unpredictable
patterns of life, 
Swaying the adoration of midnight flesh, into these
new testaments of woman. 

How simply intoxicating is this craving?
To bear witness to chocolate unspoiled, as it lay 
peacefully naked over maker’s canvas; 
Let it not melt away, before millions can sample its 
sensuous glow. 

Perhaps art can be reborn from such stillness, 
While wasted labels could fade into retirement, 
Convincing the almighty to revise the structure of 
Eve, 
And acknowledge this last miracle…Lupita. 

What else could be molded from this paradise, but a
Queen’s thoughts and motives? 
If there is nothing but truth in this crime, then I’ve painted 
the solitude of heaven, perfectly. 


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Always

Vapors of emerald and jade ribbon the hauntingly beautiful sky,
and I sat in wonder, transfixed, mesmerized
For me, it moved, more like danced
to a melody that only the heavens could hear
For it moved me, danced into my soul
with a melody that only my heart could hear

I imagine it laughing, humming, just being alive—
brilliant as it only knows how
I see it celebrating life, loving it
Wisps, streaks, bands, of love and of light
a genius embracing, swirling the unknown vastness 
I feel that there was eclectic music playing,
finding it impossible that there would be none.
I have looked into it, but I don’t think I can ever fully grasp it,
of how it is about the ions of the Sun, magnetism and the air
of colliding and bursting into light,
glowing into this curtain of inspiring awe and Color....

Heaven's jewels of amethyst, emerald, sapphire and ruby
—liquefied, vaporized
Raining, swaying, gyrating in that blessed Infinite onyx Sky

It amazes me, just plain ‘ol stumps me
of how something that I have seen only on paper, on the screen
has fascinated me, touching me this deeply 
without actually ever witnessing it in person.
It speaks beyond the image and the pixels, 
inexplicably reaching something within me, beyond me, 
staying with me even after time has crawled past

It does so by simply being what it is, and of what it has shown me:

An inspiration, a friend, 
a well, a window, hmmm, make that a fascinating door  to things unperceived
A radiant light with soul. 

I see it as a pondering poet with his captivating words and thought,
a feeling artist who chose to paint with vivid lights and energy,
a loving father experimenting with his children about ink and water.

I may not fully understand the Northern Light, it is an enigma
how it moves, how it glows
if there is even a sound that goes with it, or if there is only silence.

Is it crazy how I’ve always wanted to write about this radiance, 
but never found the right words?
I struggle with elucidating it, even now, but I currently try to reflect that glow 
Might be a mediocre attempt, but still from my heart.

I have seen how this brilliance
has touched other people in different ways and magnitudes,
and the emotion rising from within me 
is heartfelt gratefulness,
that I was blessed enough to feel it, 
to catch glimpses of it even for a fleeting while.
No, not in Whitehorse, but only through filters of screen and virtual paper...
But I cherish this beautiful Light with a Soul, 
and I know, I feel that I will alwyas, always do.



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MY SNOW WHITE CATIE LINDSEY

Angel of mourning soup
Angel of mourning
Who gives birth to fresh morning dew who 
helped me pursue who showed me the light
when I was lost for clues in times of blues

Angel of assistance
From were did you fall
From heaven?
From where did you fall
From where did you
hear my call
I wanted to say thank you
that's all
that's all
You are the fairest of
them all and you don't
need to ask the damn
mirror on the wall.

You helped me build the ladder of saul but the others
couldn't help because they couldn't speak our language
at all and so if I ever fall I know you will be there to 
pick me up like a pen like a friend  I wish I can give 
you the sun but I am young enough to be your son 
so I give to you the stars of friendship ,I can feel your 
breeze its it make me want to fall to my knees and never
cease to rain my gratification on your being because what
I have been seeing is a lending hand when many ran I 
guess that's what separates a rock from a grain of sand 
size of heart so were should I start.  


Let me fill your shopping cart with the immensity 
of this poem so when you get to the cash register
 of  heavens doorway you can show em your appreciated
 hearts receipt  you have given more than I can take  
you have dotted my I's and crossed my t's you are the
 rain to my tree the beautiful shells in my sea the form 
of my key the correction and assistance of me the blue jay 
at dawn singing to me the heat to my tea the caps for my
 knee you are the back up stinger of this bee so tell me 
honey what you see because I see the better half of me 
may our friendship never cease catie please you are the
 cat and I am the flea don't you ever scratch me because
 friends tolerate the most annoying  things of each other so
 let the itch be any way I don't think the vet's can separate 
you and me there's just to much chemistry.


Angel of assistance
From were did you fall
From heaven?
From where did you fall
from where did you
hear my call
I wanted to say thank you
that's all
that's all
You are the fairest
of them all and you
don't need to ask the
damn mirror on the wall.

I will take the poison apple out
 of your hand and take the fall
You are the fairest
 of them all and you
don't need to ask the
damn mirror on the wall.


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A Brand New Star

Somewhere in our galaxy tonight shines a brand new star Dazzling, its brilliance pierces the ebony night At journey’s end it has sailed rugged heights afar And hangs this night with Sirius and Zenith reflecting light ~*~
12/5/'13


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Jamaica IsLands

Sun blazed;
Crystal clear
Skies, sparkle
Diamonds of
True beauty bliss...

Jamaica Islands
Exports with "JAH LOVE",
NO DISCRIMINATION.

SO Break-Out the tanning-oil
and beach towel kick-off 
your shoes, let your
Hair down N' hang- loose...
For awhile.

Take A swim to refresh 
Your mind and feel relaxed
Sand tickling your toes.

Peacefully and Enjoy Life:
For "JAMAICA ISLANDS IS;
HERE TO STAY...." WE ARE
ALL ONE BIG FAM AT JAMAICA 
ISLANDS!!!"

Written By:
SWEET N' SOUR= CARMA

06-24-12


A Tribute to a great poet n' writer:
RICHARD PALMER        THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT
                                        SOUP " FAM" TO THE END....

Entered in contest Letting your hair down
Sponsored by: Yasmin Khan


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Beautifully Black

My black is beautiful from head to toe
It's not just the fullness of my lips, or broadness of my nose.
My black is beautiful; it’s not a curse but a gift
It’s more than the texture of my hair, and the span of my hips
My black is beautiful; both inside and out
It defies the odds, erases all doubts
My black is beautiful ; it's strong and its proud
It whispers so powerfully that it screams out loud.
My black is beautiful, it obliterates the stigmas
It's not what you call conceit, its confidence and charisma
My black is beautiful, a flawless creation
It stand on adversity, overpowers degradation
My black is beautiful, spirited and resilient
It’s phenomenal, significant, and astonishingly brilliant
My black is beautiful; it’s the embodiment of faith
Its hope, and its grandeur, its glory and grace
My black is beautiful, although seldom seen
It’s the crown that adorns the heads of true kings and queens


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In Life's Garden - Dans le jardin de la vie

I hear the whispers of past souls
That guide me through life’s
Wondrous garden of flowers.
Each flower has a unique 
And beautiful bloom.
I see how the fragile and 
Delicate injure easily and
Wither and die without protection.
I am amazed at the strength 
And endurance of the sturdy.
But most of all. . . 
I marvel at the lowly weeds,
Though they be uprooted
And cast out of the garden,
How they find a way to leave their 
Seeds behind to grow and flourish---
Undaunted.

1-18-2014

Note:
This poem is a metaphoric view of the weak, the strong and the unwanted people in life.

Interprétation Française

Dans le jardin de la vie 

J'entends les chuchotements 
des âmes passées 
qui me guident par la vie 
Jardin merveilleux des fleurs. 
Chaque fleur a un unique 
Et belle fleur. 
Je vois comment le fragile et 
Sensible blessez facilement et 
Wither et meurent sans protection. 
Je suis stupéfié à la force 
Et résistance du vigoureux. 
Mais surtout. 
Je m'émerveille aux herbes modestes, 
Bien qu'elles soient déracinées 
Et fonte hors du jardin, 
Comment ils trouvent une 
manière de laisser leurs graines derrière 
pour se développer et s'épanouir--- 
Intrépide. 



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You, I, We, They

you, I, we, they
stumble, betwixt
with words-
creative minds
hands write
muses mystify
searching, finding 
expressing in verse 

then you, I, we, they
read, critique
poems delightfully
but a few may
tongue waggle
insinuatingly
eyes close
to those that do

but many, many
PS-ers, I we, they
Thank You PD for
running contests
challenging minds
critiquing poems
sharing and being you-
a true blue PS family


For Linda-A's contest, 'PD Poem (Any Poem Written Or Dedicated To Me'


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In Honour and Appreciation

~~~ Poet Destroyer, a marvelous, amazing awesome, fascinating woman, with many interests that she shares with us each day in blogs and poems, she enlightens us with information and photos that makes us ponder, makes us pause, think, question, speculate, deliberate, puzzle over! How did she get so darn smart and clever is what I wonder most of all, oh, how she loves to sponsor a contest and just let our minds soar and flow, and to win in her contest is just a great spirit boost and so inspiring, as for, her writing, well she can write anything and make it just amazing! Poet Destroyer, a wonderful, phenomenal, astonishing extraordinary person! " I dig deep into my soul each day because of her" ~~~ May 24, 2013 Free Verse Submitted to the contest, PD Poems


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Romeo and Juliet (Our Story)Pt 2

Years and years have been lost to time, thousands of days,
 nights, and morrows seen and despised out of immense ache,
The Juliet of my early youth is no more, transformed into a
stranger, yet my love dies not! Though I plead and beg for
her to recall and rekindle the love affair of many moments ago,
She bears news of her plans of wedded bliss to another, news that
I curse my eyes for seeing, ears for hearing, and heart for knowing
is true! With desolate heart and soul, corrupted mind, and disregard
of future as that of a mad man, I fall to my knees and scream,
"God and heaven alike, I defy and deny you both! For no
father of mine would rip asunder my motivation for humanity!
Nor does any paradise remain alive without her presence!"

Be it his decree that I hurt for eternity both alive and deceased
then be it my decree that his life and love never was!
Thus I have become what I am, with no rue nor shame,
For I am not the tender Romeo that once lived and breathed,
No more do I dwell in her heart or mind, and no more do I wish
any essence of a Romeo dwell inside my soul, for my Juliet
is buried and lost in abundances of new days. No day, nor night,
nor morrow is good for me, Sans trust, Sans faith, Sans morality,
Sans love do I wish to have or hold, Dead but still breathing I am,

Condemned to memories and dreams of  elated yesteryears, 
denying my own will, but loyal to that promise which cannot
be broken by even the cold lifelessness of heartache, I shriek,
and yawp, and yell, and raise my voice beyond the sting of pain, as
I wake each night, bleeding the same sound from my lips,
"Juliet!, Juliet!!, Juliet!!!" Repeated until my eyes are dry and
my voice is drained to the most silent of whispers, I force out,
over tears, over ache, over agony, over all, in one last breath,
"Juliet"


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Want to live,but no bread for me

Iam Hungry...Thirst is uncontrollable
It nearly kills me,Cries a poor one..
A dirty wasteland that is his home
but its a heaven for him,His mom
sick in the bed,He is handicapped.
Worms are eating his skinny body,NOBODY to help him!
He is helpless...he want to live 
But waiting for death,Help him god i pray to you....


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In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.


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Thank you mother

I must confess!!
my mother was not there
when i needed milk from somebody's breast

Probably she was feeling stress -
daddy used to beat her down
living marks from the face to the chest

Eventually mom left,
living behind two sons;
i must believe she thought it was best

To do not worry about the rest -
she kept on going forward
and buildup a new nest

I'm not writing this for you to criticize
but rather
for you to analyze   

That i had realize!!
You couldn't ever gone back
to get hurt and be utilize

So you came to the deep south
with only one purpose;
not ever going back to the devil's mouth
 
If i was you i would have done the same,
but again, what about my sons
you know what, don't take the blame

Mother is alright!!
I am very thankful
for i am very bright

Thank you again for giving birth 
two beautiful sons;
worth introducing to the planet Earth


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The Beauty In Futility

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. 


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Give the End Back to the Beginning

If I forget, remind me of how things used to be.
   Before the fall of man.
   Before I hired myself as his assassin.

When I start shaking, remind me why I have nothing to fear.
   That life won't go the way I planned.
   That I'm much better off not caring.

So that in the end I will remember how this all began.
   Retrace my steps. Find out what went wrong.
   And make it right again.


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


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Song to the Moon-Repost

The moon hung red in the sky,
too heavy for the sky to uphold
she leaned against the rooftops;
the stars glittered in fear about her.
I walked beneath her heavy laden form
and my lips formed words, whispering,
a silent prayer. In my hand I held a book,
from it I sang to the moon;
like the coyote in the night, I sang.
Words of the ancients escaped my tongue
in songs of healing, songs of hope.
Was I selfish to not want the moon to depart yet?
For it was her celestial body
that had first given me hope all those nights ago.
I spilled words from my mouth in the form of song.
They sky was pregnant with her form.
Red and old she watched me, eyes solemn.
I sang through the night
giving her the hope she once gave to me
and slowly her form retreated
back into the heavens.
The moon hung yellow in the sky,
too heavy to be crowded by clouds
she leaned over stars
who glittered quietly with her in the night. 


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In Your Poems

I see a child
that the world did wrong
I see a child
who grew up to be strong.
I see a woman
one to admire
I see a woman
one to desire.
I see a poet
with words astounding
I see a poet
with words resounding.
In your poems
I see you
In your poems
I see me!

© Harry J Horsman 2013 


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WHAT AM I

I came from different hands 'til you had me. 
From pieces you picked me and gave meaning. 
Designed me patiently to let others see my flair. 
You gave me a brand new life,you made me whole. 
Until somebody saw my beauty and had me owned. 
At first, he treated me so gently, like nobody does. 
Days passed, then he forgot my worth. 
I'm always left in a corner of his home. 
Even though I was hurting, I kept on serving him all day long. 
He wasn't contented, he used and abused. 
Let all people come and go without even notice. 
They just passed by, as if not aware that I was there. 
No one really cared, they left me broken and unclean. 
And finally, the day that I awaited.... 
The time came for me to be free. 
After all the pain he'd caused me. 
My final journey, time for me to take a ride. 
I can't help not to wave goodbye. 
And keep myself asking why. 
Why did he let me in to his life, 
then throw me away after all that I've done. 
He left me with a hanging line... 
asking myself now...WHAT AM I TO YOU?




** 2nd Place Winner in PD's Contest: WHAT AM I?**


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Linda

Poet Destroyer what a peculiar name
A protective layer of sorts
Reader beware, stay at a distance see the parts she wishes you to see
I look beyond the shock and awe to the woman beneath the words
The girl named Linda with a heart of gold
I wonder who has hurt her, bruised that tender heart
Creating a mixture
Intensity, Passion, Love
The layers innumerable, a dove in eagle feathers
Capable of great heights
A predator persona with an angel heart
Striving for connection yet holding back some parts
If you look closely you will see a tender hearted girl draped in mystery
A hugger a unicorn lover
She loves to laugh and she longs to be free
Poet Destroyer still Linda to me

Appreciation in honor of Pd

Written May 13, 2013


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Always the Lady

An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid spirit she professes
in music, a monotone but in finesse, a tune nonetheless.

Of her welcome song intrinsic in me but to her handlers, in blase
only the mere task of steering and roping in tense power play.
Embarking though marred by obvious signs of abuse and neglect.
Her rolling in elation disguised the slippery entrance and my regret.
Drivers accommodating cramped spaces as directed, gently to fill.
Opting to maitain serenity as they in vain, placate her iron will.

Do I hear her rising blood pulses or lack of joy in welcome thereof?
No, just the sound of tumultuous creaks and human smell
of perfume, tainted sweat and punjent oil leaks let off.
Disgruntled impatience of mere sailors but of her, not a peep.
Standing tall, holding firm a class of her own as she let sweep.
Riding the waves in style directing me to the destiny I must keep.
On and on she rides tantalising the waves as they foam at the peaks.
Such insight when she lapses into a lullaby putting me to sleep.

I return to a friend who knows well to serve, to ferry me ashore.
Another blissful time with her as the sea beckons for us to explore.
She is faithful, a useful companion with its own metallic commodore.
Sailing majestically forever a classy lady, our very own Lady Samoa.

(N.B  Lady Samoa is our Inter-Island Ferry)


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Ante La Presencia

Nunca antes le daras cavida
Entre manos el oro se hace sal y agua
Mientras una luna de bendiciones
Amanece el ser de maldicion
Quemando los poros de nuestras virtudes
Sera el final en llamas?
Que sera de nuestra proxima generacion de ereditarios
Ante una presencia que restricciones y modelos de destruccion
No es mi forma de ver la agonizacion de mis hermanos
Solo e visto la sangre que derramamos
Ante una bandera como cualquier otra
He visto de muerte a triunfos
No represento ante el mundo
Pero e sabido dar cara al futuro
Con enfermedades y pesadillas
Con orgullo y descaque
No es mi ser el que camina ante la arrogancia ofrecida
Pero aun e dado mis manos al futuro
No es destino el que dejo mis alma
De ser un dios ante un mundo
Menos se de que es vivir con fortuna
Desde joven conozco trabajo, sudor y agonia
Amor muerto ante la duda
Como enterrado ante el destino
Quien sere en un futuro?
Muchas cosas quedan en mi por descubrir
Le pederia a mi propia bandera
Represantame sin sangre y hazme orgulloso
Pero en la ironia que yo debo hacer mi bandera radiante
Quebranto mi deseo ante la duda de poder moverme
No es orgullo en muchos casos
Menos tentacion al fracaso
Tal vez solo pierdo poco de mi ser
Ante mi caida en el pasado
Sin ojos puedo dar de comer
Sin manos doy de mi ser
Sin dios quebranto mi ser
Ante el futuro
Que solo tu y yo tenemos en manos.


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The Maturing Orchid

He meandered lonely
just a senior citizen
trawling the pathways of his computer,
when suddenly one day in a flash
an enchanting name jumped from the screen
into his unadjusted head,
whilst still in a daze
he had cut copied and pasted,
the delete key not an option
when sent to his favourites.
Then like magic, poetry began to appear
every single day a new poem would emerge
all written in a familiar dialect,
to begin with down to earth
raw unadulterated poetry
the kind that attaches itself to one’s mind
bores in to the head, rattles around
then lays awhile
then keeps coming on back, over and over again.
Poetry that penetrates, like an arrow,
pierces the heart, tends to linger
deep in one’s consciousness
disarming the most vehement of thought,
poetry that creates calmness
making one at ease, especially one 
old with age and recipient of an endowment of excruciating pain!
Soon the poetry began to blossom
as all creations do
in the springtime of their lives, 
the purity of Wild flowers, colours of the rainbow
free to sway within the gentle breeze,
soon each daily dose of verse begins to transpire
into carpets of lavender
upon the woodland stage, cascading Bluebells of joy,
the epitome of beauty unfolding
before one’s very eyes.
Again the poetry continues to consolidate,
poems of form formularized those conceived of 
the Peace Lillie so sensuous in shape
so assuring in grace, a hard life the Lillie endures
yet one, only of positivity etched into each stanza
of bold narration for all to peruse!
Then a transformation
to the Rose, the very sense of beauty,
when with words of wrought
thy language comforting long into the night
to ease each day a journey of plight,
yet for you sweet Rose
thy poetry, it is not at an end
when to the Orchid you graciously ascend!
Many are those that come and admire
the wonders of your beauty those words on fire,
yet some desire more
with cunning and subtlety
those to manipulate to control
for one’s own ends.
But the Orchid remains safe
suffers no fool,
nurtured in extreme climates
is strong and worldly wise,
the poetry just keeps on coming,
flowing like tears of joy,
from an eye of one who’s happiness
is assured every single day!


© Harry J Horsman 2012    


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Touching the Eye

Touching you, your skin
so cold, flat, hard
the sickness within you 
like muddy water after a downpour,
how could I stay. I could, I could not run...
from the death in your hollow eyes,
the limpness of your skeletal fingers.
Don’t run. Life seeks life, 
succubus to the energy of kindnesses, chi.
Stroking your broad forehead
the horizon of beyond comes clear, clear to me.
Yet fear, is all you feel 
and the wind of black holes, all you hear.
The eye of I, connects with the we of Thee,
momentarily, rosing a cheek
hesitantly, lifting the corner of lip
as you, through the we
remember He. Touching....


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You Shall Never Die

I remember the day we met It was the best day of my life I can’t bring myself to forget you For you are a part of my soul I remember the hour I first loved you I know it—I still do And I will never love you less As the years progress I forget about my sad affairs When I reflect upon that day Though our communication died, I still feel there is a way… I do away with the misery As I look into your eyes Your haunting face in a photo Is a living enmity in my heart You shall never die As long as I wait for a new day And lift you—my future! By the grave I will faithfully stay No! It is not a permanent goodbye We shall thrive together again As one mind and body Till then—lie still and I will pray, “May that new day come today”


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Drowning in your Desert of Lies

Tell me all about her
Is she beautiful?
Is she simple in her complex way?
Is she all you want and need?
Is she your everything?
Tell me is she beautiful?

Is she that pretty picture in your mind?
The one with whom you spend your time?
I bet she’s perfect
Is she the sun, the moon, the night, the day?
Is she the dream you wish would never go away?
Tell me is she beautiful?

Tell me is she special?
Is she perfect in her imperfections?
Is she fragile like a rose?
But yet so unbreakable
Tell me is she beautiful?

Is she the reason you can’t hide
The smile that’s stretched from eye to eye?
I bet you love her
Is the one who holds your heart?
The one who lies within your arms?
I bet she’s wonderful

Tell me am I beautiful?
Am I strong in my weak-hearted way?
Tell me that I’m worth it
If I fall on my knees and cry
Will you stay?


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Love declares His Love

Love they say is a many splendid thing-

Love wove for me
Such a fine necklace
All gleaming with tiny droplet pearls
That hung from a sheer gossamer thread
Dazzling in clear beauty
Glistening in the morning gold of the frosty morn

Love sings for me the finest song
From the golden throat of a nightingale
Like the sounds of many violins
Stringing a tune of lonely times and long lonely nights
when he waited and listened to the wind for my whispers
Of loving response

Love shines and twinkles in the midnight hour when
Declaring on heavens evening robes where
Jewels dance across life’s moving screen
Love declares His undying passion
For me

Then dawn rose from a heart on fire
It lit the garden with morning sun
Radiant-wearing the finest perfume
And colors of the rainbow bowed
In memory of our first lost embrace
The King waits anxiously-
For my smile and my heart.

© Brenda V Northeast 28th July 2012


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Appreciation Magnified

I received a gift yesterday
It came in the form of words
Still it was so much more
From a friend
A woman I have never met
Who has taken the time to know
My thoughts
My heart
she has gone beyond the obvious
Read my synapses 
My mind sparking across many pages
Understanding
Thinking my thoughts
Feeling my pain
Laughing at my jokes
Clever comments exchanged
Mutual appreciation
I read her poems
I have felt where the sadness lies
I have been carried by her joy
The triumphs of her soul
This is the place that kindness lives
I call her friend
This woman I have not met
Yet I feel that I know
I am thankful
I respond
In the best way I know how
With my words
That are more than words
I place a gem in her hand
Ask her to hold it in front of her eyes
Magically I hope
It will magnify my thankful smile.

In appreciation of my friend Becca


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


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Angel (A.K.J)

You do not know this,
but there are nights
I willingly fall to the ground,
knocking the wind out of myself,
staring up into infinity,
wishing someone up there
would send you back to me,
As if I deserve it,
As if you still speak my name,
As if time could be conquered

Yet, I allow myself a fantasy,
A breath held for a memory,
In hopes of feeling innocent again,
For innocence became us in childhood,
Blood was unknown to me
For love flowed through my veins,
Heart pumping the shine of your smile
through my entire being in circulation,
Laughter is heard, as stars are seen,
Each twinkle holds a moment of us,

As time has torn us asunder,
Life has revealed new loves,
new loves inspired anger,
anger ensured your hatred of me,
Thus, I became what all now see,
A child changed to cynic,
A poet who hates emotions,
A man who desires no faith,
For nothing moves me now,
Yet my words still know you,


A million apologies failed,
No sense in repeating failure,
No reason to cry more tears
if none will show you my humanity,
My pain now motivates my attitude 
Thus, my soul is forever lost,
Despite the aforementioned change,
I still miss you daily, in misery,
with regret that lasts an eternity,

Hope for us, is my hope for heaven,
A paradise I have experienced before,
As I embrace the magic of the moment,
I briefly disregard my own logic,
hoping for an answer from nowhere,
For a chance to desire to change,
to see again, to trust again, 
Praying to a god I no longer believe in,
to protect you and never melt your wings,
for I could not recognize you any other way,

I repeat,
You did not know this,

Yet this lets me know,

Heaven or hell,
Life or death,
Angel or human,
God or no god,

I have my opinions,

Yet two truths are proven,

You are an angel to me,
and... I Love You.


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Who's To Say

The voices matter not
what they might say..

Please, toss the scorn and names aside
For, who can say, who has the right
To be the one, who will decide
Who can love...or who is a man?

~

There was a man of whom I speak
So like a rose, with gentle hands
A butterfly, alone, 
could safely light upon his palm
and want to stay.

This man could love a poem
Could kiss a baby, could love a song, 
and still be big and strong

He could hear the music, and weep a tear
just because of beauty, heard 

He made a difference, with kindness done
until his journey over, and he was gone
A stronger man?....there was none


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Moments of Healing

* This poem was inspired by Alexa Brus and I want to dedicate it to her.  Thank you 
for the inspirational photos, Alexa.  Love you, Carolyn



day-to-day anxieties require decompression
miraculous healing powers await
courtesy of Mother Nature

strolling through the field of daisies
I make my way to an enchanted forest
flora and fauna unmatched

hiking through the shady trails
canopy of cedars above my head
remarkable wildflowers and ferns line the path

tension releases as I hear the stream
toes dip in refreshing cool waters
summer’s heat alleviates

stress disappears and calmness overcomes
beauty of a Canadian woodland
fills my spirit with peace and joy

heading home in late afternoon
I emerge from the woods
finding God’s artistry in a sky of flaming splendor

my escape
     my path
         my connection to the glory of creation


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A Woman

God created a woman to be a compaion for man.
He didn't create her to be mistreated, neither did
He create her to be his slave. He didn't want her to 
be over him. He just wanted her to be with him.

He didn't want her to do all the work, but to help 
him, if he needed help. He didn't want her to be
ahead of him, or behind him, but to walk always
by his side.

God made the woman very carefully. He also
made her very strong, so she could give support
to her man, when he thought, that his would
fall. He made a perfect creation.

He took His time in making her He wanted her to
have all the things that a man would need to make 
his life complete. A woman can cry a river, but she
can also hold back her tears.

A woman has feelings. A woman has a heart. she also
has a soul. But don't forget - she also has brains.
A woman in Gods" eyes, is a precious gem. That is
why He gave her as a gift to man.  A woman...


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In Ordinary Cups

The days pass from tea cup to tea cup
in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest.
From gentle easy sunrise through sheer white
to the subtle fall of accordion night.

The echoes of childish laughter tremble
across the cracked surface of plaster walls.
Random squeaks in oaken floors return 
the footfall of father, coming and going.

Long lost cat's paw prints impress carpet
dragons from Shanghai with ghostly ease,
and every loved and loving one returns
in peace, to rest beneath the tapping fingertips
upon a porcelain cup of tea from China.



















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The Sowing---Repost in honor of Black History Month

The Sowing


Upon the wind feasted hillside
The jagged edges of used rocks swell
With the fatless skin of babes and wenches 
Below a field of blood, no less a Flanders Field

A continuous swell of rape roll like waves
In the pallid squalor of leaking huts wooden tales tell
The scars ironed in the backs and inner thighs
The voices crying with no listening ear
Blood shines bright in moon's glow sons birth upon the fields

For eons it seems men stack rape like barley and wheat
Small ones soft ones and inexperienced virgins too
Daughters bled away dignity men their respect
Born work and ravished in the fields
Where is their medal of bravery

Today the summer sun washes over the fields
Each ray eclipses the dark memories of sin
As the sons and daughters rise

This poem was written for Joann Grisetti's Copycat contest through inspiration of Debbie Guzzi's The Sowing, one of the Greatest writers here on the Soup
 


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The Universal Man

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


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A Poet

Loss carried with strength.
Loss that goes on through out his life.
He will never put it down..
It lingers like her perfume.

A fine heart, important to his friends.
Able to write words that grab the soul
And wont let go.

A sense of humor..a word or phrase
That brings a smile and lightens 
The load for a moment.

A man with a gift for teaching 
his craft. Gaining respect, admiration
And love from his students.

Pride in knowing that he is more than a friend
And that he has gained the respect of his peers
here on the soup.

It’s easy to love H. Garvey Daniel, Esquire.


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My Person

Ever since I can remember
I have wanted my own person
That special person that would be mine
Who would want me to be their person
We would not want to be anyone else's person

I thought I had found my person
Yet that was not to be
I was left to wonder why
What went wrong
What was missing
Was there something wrong with me
I needed to look inside to see
Continuing a journey
Becoming myself

Before I could find my special person
I had to become
Explore
Understand
Be
My own person
How else could I recognize
When my person appeared to me

Then that special day
Like a vision she appeared
My person
My endless love
She is my hand
I am her glove
My everything she's more than enough
She accepts me as I am with all my stuff
She is gentle when life is tough

Created just for me
The breath and air I breathe
The one I patiently waited to receive
My person, friend and lover who will not leave
The completion of me
She makes me truly believe
That I am worthy to be
Her person
Her dream

She is my person
She is also her own
She knows herself
She is never alone
For part of me is part of her
Together we are more than what we were
Yet the lines of self they do not blur
They are amplified
Redefined by the beauty
Of finding
Of being with
My special 
Amazing
Loving
Spectacular
Person







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To You My Love

My broken self I bring to you
Believing you hold the puzzle’s solution
Waiting for you to take the jumbled pieces
Patiently matching, to recreate the whole

A tall order for a very tall guy 
Not to worry, you’ll do, while others try
Just the start of love renewed
What was before, is now, and forever will be

Then, was a stepping stone for now
Now, is taking us into forever
No doubt in which direction we’ll go
The Lord with us, nothing is impossible

My broken self I bring to you
Believing you hold the puzzle’s solution
Waiting for you to take the jumbled pieces
Patiently matching to recreate the whole


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Sway - For the Adult Mind

You must learn self control
Because if your heart Continues
To beat obnoxiously
when you imagine
My pink lips softly parting and calling your name
Or when you close your eyes
And dream of the way my hips sway
Thinking of the curves between my shoulders and my thighs
And that when you twine your fingers in my hair 
My body will quiver and my voice will sigh
If your heart becomes erratic
When you dream of the smoothness of my skin 
And the dimples that exist on my hips and my back
The supple curve that your fingers wish to grasp 
Thinking of the nectar that like a drug you crave 
And of the way your hands would lay
and the way I might taste
If your heart pounds wildly 
When you dream of a kiss 
Or the way our bodies might fit
Laying on the silkiness of sheets 
Breathing my name like you've never tasted oxygen 
when you imagine the heat 
I might bring to your skin 
And the way you could change 
What I feel within 
Like I've never before felt sensation 
if you heart wont behave 
Then you might go crazy 
Wanting me like you never knew 
the meaning of want before
Convincing yourself your in love
Dreaming of a lust so outrageous 
That meer thoughts can make 
Your heart pound away
Imagining the way my hips sway


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Heart Of Sparks (Laura Pizzini)

She sat next to me
   and the air
      seemed to dance around her,
we traded words,
  conversations passing into the night
while the moon
  was cradled by the clouds
and that was when
    an ember landed on my heart,
burning away the cobwebs
that muttled my creativeness.

My pen sat stagnant for years,
  now it’s melted to my hand,
laying verse and poem
on anything that will hold ink.
So for this mystifying sprite,
     that has taken the last step,
my fingers will bleed
before I stop scribing.

In my art I will spread her soul
throughout the Earth,
    whether dark or light
I will scatter her sparks with each line,
igniting inspiration in hearts
    and comforting
with the gentleness
that flowed from her fingertips.

Her spirit glides above
as our hearts wilt
   and the flowers
bend their heads and cry.
Trees comfort one another
   with the rustling of their branches
and the wind
touches every back and cheek with grief.
The sun lays its warm hand
on the shoulders of the Earth
and our tears nourish the soil
where they fall,
       as we remember her crooked smile.

         Light giving soul
         Always there to help you through the dark
         Unusually compassionate to the unworthy
         Resting in a tree enclosed meadow
         An enchantment that enspelled us all



Laura Pizzini was taken from us 10/16/09
she will be missed


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Eulogy to the almighty

Your love for me is invaluable,
When I flash back I dwell in wonderland,
Your grace upon me is immeasurable,
I have nothing to give but praises and adoration;
My tongue is faster than my pen;
Thank you for being there for me.
The uncreated creator,
The immovable mover,
The unshakable shaker,
The uncontrollable controller,
The unbeatable beater,
And the unseen seer.

When diseases ravages like wide fire,
there I was and I survived,
When floods visited my community and 
many lost their lives and properties;
There I laid and survived,
When the bus I traveled in was engulfed by fire,
I remained unhurt and unscathed,
When the wind of famine and malnutrition blew,
I stayed and my skin did not wither,
When I was captured by ritualistic people and 
cannibals and placed in their dungeon,
I saw a beam of light and heard
a thunderous voice saying"come son",
I moved towards the beckoning light and voice,
and later found myself near a flowing stream.
I escaped,Oh! the Lord saved me.

Believe it or not,This is not fiction,
Though full of unbelievable allusion,
Whether you are an atheist with a caption,
The Lord almighty is full of compassion,
His grace is enormous without friction,
He did it for me and can do it for anyone;
Glory,honour,majesty be unto Him.
Forever!, will I give thanks unto Him.


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Hello Carolyn

For my Devonshire
To which I dare to aspire
I still feel your fire 
Nay deny that you retire
My wish for you to sail higher
This many do desire
We continue to conspire
Father her life is no on the wire
I beseech you sire
Much love have we all acquired
Though her fears may be dire

Toss those to the wind
With this message I send
You are my dear dear friend
No matter what end
With these words i say again
Father she is my friend 
My true next of kin
It's time to see a wind


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A Special Man

A Special Man Cyber Joe There is this special man that I want to talk about. A lot of people knew him. He went by the name of Cyber Joe. I met him some years back. We used to read eachother's poems. Through his poetry - I got to know him pretty well. We used to communicate. He has a heart of gold. I never saw his picture, but I have looked into his soul. He went to many places and traveled to many lands. He probably saw things, that none of us would even dream. He flew high in the skies and close to the Heavens too. He always came back to Earth. His job here was not yet done. He made a lot of friends. I know that for a fact. He will never be forgotten and I can bet on that. He was a great MARINE That served his Country well. One of the FEW GOOD MEN That helped this Country, gain more strength. Today with humble words, I want to say - thank you Joe, thank you. To you and the rest of the FEW GOOD MEN, we owe our freedom to, because we would not have any freedom - if it haddn't been for you. Thanks to all of you out there that put your life on the line for us....
05/06/2013


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To Give You My All

Where on earth have you fled to? I never wanted to just watch you leave Performing the abortion of abandonment Perhaps I was a disappointment for letting you go Flooded with ignorance, I just didn’t know I want to always be there for you To shine down upon your unseen, inner glow To see you smile with your brand new life And to share in the happiness of an open eye I simply do not know where you are Or what you are feeling right now But I should like to be your journey’s end A settlement of tranquility, yet arduous color Open up your demonizing doors I will give you more and more and more Until I have nothing left to give But myself My entire essence and being You deserve to see what I am seeing You deserve what is fairly yours And I am sorry for the absence I just didn’t know How to care for such a delicate masterpiece How to maintain a beautiful thing I never know what to say To bring you to peace Maybe I shall say nothing and fall To give you my all


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Beautiful as Daisies

Contn'd from Pg 1

So she called out to the stranger and asked for a ride
Snow had fallen heavily and already piled three feet high
When she climbed into the four-wheel truck never giving it another thought
Before he headed down the highway, he went into a crowded bar
Intuition nudged her, ‘get out now, turn back!’ But pride urged her, 'stay'
He returned with a brown bag; appearing harmless as he turned to her
‘Say, you’re trembling!’ He said and flashed a breathless smile
‘Here, have a slug, of this, it’ll warm you up, pretty girl!’ 
Hesitation loomed for a minute then she accepted the bag from his hand
Young Rachel, was now treading a path beyond thin, cracking ice 
As tears stung her beautiful eyes, she'd never had a drink this strong
How her vacant tummy rebelled against the searing burn
Nausea arose from deep within, and she began to have regrets
Registering strong protest, her regurgitation would later accuse her killer
Her faith was sealed as there were no open doors left for escape
And before she realized he had made a reckless wide left turn
Down the snow covered dirt path through tall pines and fir
No longer were there sightings of sparsely lit farm houses 
Interspersed along the desolate, picturesque landscape 
The four-wheeler tackled with ease, snow drifts of fresh fallen snow
Where the following spring young Rachel's body would be discovered
That night Rachel laid buried under a few feet of snow
She was at rest now to awaken to eternity in sunny fields 
Beautiful as daisies growing in heaven, carefree and endlessly in bloom!

~*~

For:  Rachel..R.I.P.




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Inexhaustible Love

I succumb to love’s demand
To be inexhaustible like desert sand
Fathomless like deep oceans
Soothing like the moonlit night

Sacred like a holy book
Unalterable like faith
Imbedded in heart like virtues
That unselfishness ignite.

My love is beyond my own self
Not counting loss and gain
My love crosses the bonds of
Religion, color and creed.

My loving thee O mankind!
Enhances my love of God.


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'Missy nikko'


you possess an amazing aura of love and care just like me we sometimes use our words to deal with the storms in our life the little battles no one knows about, sometimes disappear just because you decide to smile and share your wit, rather than dwell on the things you have no control over -- we don't need a lot to make our friendship work just our mutual madness, care, laughter and the internet or sometimes snail mail... You are an amazing person and I am blessed to call you my friend --- *mwahugs*
©261220110810


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You are a Cat

You are a cat so cuddle like there's no tomorrow.
Sleep like no one is watching.
Purr like you're the King.
Stare as if you rule the world!



PS: This poem is dedicated for my cat Mingtos.

Date: 06/03/2014


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Queen of the underground

what do you do when your enemies are friends
plot them against eachother?
hold them back for as long as you can

do you believe in revenge for the scar i left upon you i cannot heal?
i did not seek you out
its like a ghost story
but if your still haunted
if you are hiring people to visit me which i doubt
you are a queen of the underground
and i will never tell

what have you learned about your new power?
and how far down did you have to go to get revenge?
im sorry seriously i cried yesterday i cried the day before and i cried back then
but nothing can replace what i did
and sorry is not good enough
and i deserve a lesson
but life is so precious and you know that

queen of the underground
are you gonna be a good queen or bad?
outsmart me
or use violence
You know ive vowed for silence
i respect you
im onto you
in my deluded thought
im afraid everyday
but every ghost haunts

you are now a queen of the underground
let me help you make the best of it
you are needed in society in case things go awry
im not your target anymore
but you have connections
and your powerfull
what if the world was chaos
what would you change and how
and can i help?


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Moment in Time

I look at you and I want to 
hold you.
I want to hold you tight and
run my fingers through your
hair. I want to sit
behind you
as you snuggle against me and
get comfortable, as I wrap
my arms around you
and hold you
and nuzzle your neck
and nip at your ear
and lightly bite your shoulder
and kiss you
on the nape of your neck.
I want to snuggle with you to
let you know you are
safe
and wanted. That for just that
moment in time you are
Loved.
I want to hold you and caress you
and make you feel like
you are the most important
person in the world … for 
you are.


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Light sealed in Souls

True Light, never fading never ending
Illuminate our hearts and minds
To hear you call in all that surrounds us
For the further we drfit away from your presence
Wretched we are, yet, you pursue us! Still!  
You first give us your breath and light
And bid us come live in flesh
How we wail at the moment of separation from you
Only to be comforted by our Mothers' loving touch
And no matter how far or where we may go
No matter how high we rise or how low we fall
Forever, yearning, seeking to reconnect
Yet, we can not find that perfect peace nor rest  
Not until we return to unto you!
Thank you for life, love, hope and faith
Thank you for your Light sealed in our souls.

Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New Year to everyone and their families !

12/25/10


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Dan Kearley

Truly, it is people like you that make life magnificent I can’t imagine this site without a delightful you You seem to glow in this amazing supernova of light Never bursting, but gently yet powerfully shining through I’m known to be a gloomy poet sometimes But nevertheless you sense the love in my lines Most of all, You see the love in all And you live by love You are a true poet An amorist with a bedazzling spirit! Dan Kearley, Clearly, very clearly You are the center piece to the poetic puzzle of our hearts :o)


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dear self can i talk to you

I’m beginning to see the good in you
Even though you put up a front, I’m beginning to see the love in you
Most of your life it’s just been you
But don’t pay attention to the idiots judging you

You’ve came a long way 
Further than most expected
That’s why you’re so strong today
you stopped acting so reckless

Those who can’t see the good in you
Just know it’s the bad in them
Continue using your pad and pen
And do everything they said you couldn’t do

Got told you’d be dead by 21
You’re alive at 22 shows how strong you are
When I look at the place you came from
It’s amazing to see you’ve came so far

Seen more in your 22 years
Than most do in their lifetime
Through all the scars, pain and tears
You can finally say “my life’s fine”

It’s beautiful to see your progression
And you winning your battle with depression
You were never the smartest at school
But have been taught some valuable lessons

I love the way you never gave up
You Studied hip-hop 
So you wouldn’t become a slave in Nas’s rhyme book
Maybe your mind was never lost

Even though you say you don’t care
It’s quite obvious you do
Remember there’s no need to be scared
Because you always make it through

Even though it’s been a difficult struggle
It’s beautiful to see how you’ve grown
Continue to face your troubles
And continue to grow more strong

We’ll probably have this talk a lot more
But at the moment it’s all I have to say
You may never be fully cured 
But continue getting stronger each day 


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I f I Could

..............................If I could scoop every tear ever shed for   LOVE
                    Create an ocean of emotion opened to one and     A L L
                      A mingling of passions, dreams, a host of family POETS
                              If I could collect  mankind’s memories :  THOUGHTS
                     From the beginning  of time , the beginning of :   FEELINGS
                      Astute minds , with quill in hand, record the first  EMOTIONS
                               If I could gather all the pieces  of a broken   HEART
                     Mend , sew it back together : forgetting  the pain it   FELT
                     Throbs ;  with new vigor : beating a love song of     POETRY

                          If I could write as my fellow Poets on  “POETRYSOUP”
                                                      I WOULD

                               Dedicated to All the POETS on POETRYSOUP


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Moving On?

As the sun caresses the world
In her warm embrace to wake us,
	I held you.
Like a toddler boldly stepping forth
Into the wondrous adventure awaiting,
	I taught you.
Admirer, collector, connoisseur of the fine,
I found so much to admire in you,
	I appreciated you.
Eyes twinkling starlight, impish grin,
I learned much and you taught me to play,
	I grew with you.
The glow of life, a bundle of joy,
You gave me my dream of having a family,
	I was you.
Romeo was just a passing fling,
My love was King … none surpassed my strength,
	I loved you.
Days now are just empty minutes,
My new quest to find peace and move on,
	I forgive you.
Cheeks wet, heart heavy, spirit strong,
Mind firmly stuck on dusty, old Memory Lane,
	I miss you.


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I have come down from the mountain

I have come down from the mountain
The mountain of my youthful days
I have stumbled along the rock strewn path
The path of life that leads downward toward my final days
The long journey has rendered me bruised and battered
But I have found a trove of treasure along the way
The love of my wife, my family, and my friends are the treasures
These are the treasures that I hold so dear each and every day


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To love again

Three years left me 
Bruised and broken
Sitting in a pile
Of what use to be myself
But you stumbled back into my life
A man become from 
The boy I knew in childhood
And offered me your hand
My instinct whispered of my past
It spoke the lies he once said
And I sat there with a lit cigarette 
Puffing on the smoke
I wondered what was truth
You knelt on your knees
And I saw the truth was you
Tenderly, nervously, I laid with you
My hope, my trust, my heart
You found a way to hold it all
You made me laugh,
Around you I wouldn't flinch
I started to fall
Terrified
But I started to fall
Every Instinct screamed
Telling me Id hit the ground
That you would be no where to be found
But you were just as scared
You fell and I wasn't there
Too caught up in my own hurt
I forgot to see your worth 
My eyes squeezed tight
Afraid to see the ground rise
I opened them up
And there you were
Arms wide and ready
Strong and steady 
Teaching me to love again


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Right Now

Right now I respect your needs
I respect your wishes
Even though they stab
Like shards of shattered glass
Shrapnel puncturing my heart
Uneven in my thoughts
Unable to think due to a lack
A lack of function in which
My mundane self became accustomed
Expecting your love
Which right now I  realize was
Disrespecting your love
Your love
Which is my life
Regardless of decisions made
Your love
Which is my life
Because of decisions made
Right now
You will be my wife until my dying day
I will fight for my life
Your love
I will go round after round
Take beating and punishment
Just for my life
Which, right now and always has been 
your love
Right now 
I really need you to know
Your love Is my life
The only life I really care to know
And right now
I feel my life, your love,
Is dying slow


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Remember what I taught you

A dedication to my grandpa, 
i love you and miss you,
Your legacy lives on within my heart


The sun can shine
So bright, it makes you blind
Fooling, deceiving.
Very misleading .
The world telling you it's a good day
With just a simple ray.
Penetrating your mind
Telling you to leave all that behind.
So you leave it … Searching for anything to find.
To fill that hole in your heart ...with something kind.
So you go for a stroll in a park
And see a dog with a playful bark.
As you step near
You start to grow in fear 
Foam in its mouth 
You notice your head dropping south
Chin down
And start to frown.
You realize it's not so sunny anymore
Rain pours
No more birds soar.
Drop to your knees
And freeze
Start to cry.
Then wonder why.
Why do I feel this way?
Looking for answers, you go to the bay.
Watching the storm come in, you hear someone say, 
"Remember what I taught you,
You have to be strong.
Find the right
In the wrong. 
Everything will be okay.
Some days will rain. 
Some days will shine,"
Looking around to see who it may be
You continue to listen to the voice from the sea,
"some days you need to stop everything
And pray.
The Good Lord will take it away.
I've always been your strength
Strong for you and yours sister both."
As you realize who it is 
You start to cry, from sadness…
And bliss.
"I know you miss me…
And I miss you too.
No need to cry, 
Oh Catelyn, oh me oh my. 
But just always know I'm here,
In heaven 
watching over you. 
If you ever need me.
You know where I'll be. 
Watching over you from the clouds.
No need to worry.
Don't stress so much.
Life happens.
It peaks
And it stinks..
Given , I wish I was down there to talk to you. 
But it's all in God's plan.
Everything will be for the better. 
Now I'm sorry I have to go,
Check on your sister and cousins you know
Whenever your feeling rough
Whenever life gets tough
Remember what I taught you. 
Rain may continue 
Life will happen in different Venues
But go dance in the rain
Let go of the pain. 
Enjoy the life God granted you
…it won't last forever.
Don't plan out the future 
God has his plan
Live his will out
Not yours
Remember your still a kid,
So smile and I love you Catie did"
Tears rushing down your face
Tears of joy or sorrow 
You don't really know.
Remembering what your grandfather taught you,
With his strength You stand up 
Something in your chest starts to bump
Your heart, it's whole
Alive
Beating once again.
Pain is gone 
And you live on.
Dancing in the rain
With only life to gain.


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The Artist

Oh DARK artist 
What a beautiful picture you create
Not with hues, pigments, and light
But with tone, imagery, and night
The soul an awaiting canvas
Your pen the finest brush
With reckless abandon you work
Is the masterpiece entitled Suffering
Images of sacrifice, torture, and insanity
A downward spiral of regret in the midst
Ah but when did doom ever seem so sweet
So many beautiful extenuating means
Surely they will justify any end
Your tale like sorcery captivates
You carry the title of Ciarraighe
From the dark rain filled lands
The darkness extends to your inner being 
Rain now covering the pictures you paint
Pours forth from within
With each toile of tribulation
Resonating beauty resides
Will the beauty outlive the pain
Unfortunately the canvas cannot answer


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Ultimate Sacrafice

I have found a pureness within him that my soul thrives for.
I am driven by the desire to please him without boundaries.
His image holds the power to freeze my movement, the vibration of his voice holds the power to tremble me. 
His heart holds the power to break me, his soul holds the power to expire me.
I believe in him for his intention and desire.
I believe in him for who he is and his worth.
I believe in his now and his future.
I believe in him for his knowledge and his potential.
I believe in his skill as a provider and his force to become.
I feel he is somebody I had once lost.
I feel between us a bond stronger than mankind can create.
A fate unknown, undecided, I give myself to him to have, to do with it what he will, to make it his own.


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David

David, you mean the very world to me and more
Can you forgive me?
You brighten my days when I am low and dead
And you listen—you always are there to listen
Bearing all things, you let me cry on your shoulder
You comforted me when I was scared to death
Of the demons…always watching…you were there
Watching over me, scaring them away from me
You save me by being alive and who you are, David
Without you, I would fall apart and shrivel into shame
Because there are few that listen—few that listen
You draw the poisons of my pain clear out
And you let them sink into your own skin
You swallowed my poison instead of spitting it out
I let you drown, David—forgive me…I let you drown
I’m selfish and rude, and I always ignore you
And for ever doing that, I hate myself
Seeing you in your last moments…woke me up
I’ve been a selfish bastard and I hate me
For never giving you enough love

David you are everything to us all and more
Do you hear me?
You are so uplifting to all of those around you 
You are selfless—so incredibly selfless
And in the silence you lifted me high with praise
Because I knew you would always be the one to give it
Never was there a day that you didn’t believe in me
Even when in darkness have I buried you in all matters of sin
Your light blinds the demonic rust...your light always shining
Never leaving me in the dust but never expecting the same back
And I never saved you! From all the loneliness
I never thought of you! I was so selfish
I will never let you go again—I will fight for your glory
You are amazing in every way
Far braver and brighter than I have ever dreamed to be
I let you down this time, David…I cried for your life
But now I ask for your forgiveness
Seeing you being taken away…crushed me to the marrow
I’ve never hated myself more than tonight
But I will never, ever say goodbye

*for my little brother, David William Breidenthal - I would love for you guys to read some of his poetry. He is a brilliant kid. And he’s been having some tough times. Thanks. *


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Lost

Do you remember the day we met. 
I knew right then we'd be together forever.

Do you remember our wedding day.
You floated towards me like an ivory angel.

Do you remember the children being born.
Small bundles of arms and legs, making our lives complete.

Do you remember our first grandchild.
Precious like our own but less responsibility.

Do you remember our retirement holiday.
Warm beaches and blue skies, just the two of us at last.

Do you remember the first time you didn't come home.
I searched and searched and found you lost and scared.

Do you remember the kind doctors at the hospital telling you not to worry.
You had me to take care of you.

Do you remember waking in the middle of the night.
Thinking there was a stranger next to you.

Do you remember my name.

Do you remember me.

Do you remember.




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Hovering

How many have ever heard the song "Somewhere in Time?"
       It's a song with only music and with no words or rhyme.
 "Fantasie Impromtu" is another one written by Chopin?  
       Also a song of rare beauty without words thrown in.
These two songs along with "Moonlight Sonata" were played by my son.
       He's an acomplished pianist who can play most any run.
He played these songs at my funeral last week.
       Don't be shocked all you people keep on sitting in your seat.
You Poetry Soup poets who are sitting there reading this write.
       Yes you!  Don't turn around and look behind you or look to the right!
Do you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now?
       Well! It's because of me! I'm hovering over you somehow!
No don't look!  You won't see me. 
       My spirit is floating above your right shoulder freely.
I'm watching you read your poems.  Did you get some good comments today?
       Yes I saw where you wrote that beautiful verse, and that nice display!
You deserve that nice comment.  How about your soupmail?  Are there very many?
       Did someone tell you a secret?  Remember!  I won't tell and I know a plenty!
I've been watching you on Poetry Soup for hours writing your poems that rhyme.
       You're writing about love and mysteries, about cat tails, building spaceships and rhyme 
        time!
You're writing of happy new year, time warps, romantic longings and betrayals and how do 
        you do it,
       One of you says your poems are like children to you, one writes of beautiful women 
        with wit
And one of you even wrote of hanging berries!  And all of these wonderful poems I've read.
        I have hovered over many of you and you never even knew I was dead,  
Such wonderful talented writers we have on Poetry Soup. 
       Everyone writes his own style that belongs to this group.
So take heed when you sit down to write a new rhyme.
       And know that someone's watching you write all this time.
And when you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now.
       Well!  It's because of me!  I'm hovering over you somehow!


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I Know Now

The scars will not disappear from my skin: They're the price I pay to atone for my sin. A constant reminder of my hideous deed When they brought to me answers for my self-loathing need. I did this to me, to sharpen my sorrow, To add to my agony, to eradicate tomorrow. The people all see, and for that I'm ashamed. They don't understand; of course I am blamed. I thought my pain was too much for one soul to bear, But I would be missed so much for not being there. So I'm sorry my loves, my family, my friends. It was so selfish of me to want it to end.


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Gone but not forgotten

Our Country  Tis of  thee,  sweet land of Liberty, 
     That bleeds Red, White and Blue across the sands of a distant land.
For purple mountain majesties and amber waves of grain..
      Their blood is among the plains.
Do You pledge allegiance to the Flag for which it stands,
      One nation In need of God…
             These United States Of America.
Oh does that star spangled banner yet wave  in the hearts and mind’s
     Of those who love it more than life.
For some it is their only gift
   The greatest gift of all.

From Sea to shining sea ,
   They’ve come and they’ve gone.
Some nameless, some known,
We all die,,
    But some never come home
 The Brave,,,Back to the land of the free.

                                                

                                                     W.A.R


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Its you Ssema darling

*****thinking****

i dont know what am feeling?
is it confusion or a true feeling?
whatever it is i am willing,
to dig in and start fighting.

no!! wait!! what am i thinking?
what if its just a good feeling?
let me relax and start figuring,
i know it will be wise deciding.

Ah!! now i know what it is,
its true love,thats what it is,
now i know what my heart is missing,
its you SSEMA darling!!

*****smilling*****


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Between 2 Cars

My '90 Dodge Daytona sat
Broken down
On Horseblock Road.

We hitchhiked east
To Kelly’s induction,
Embarrassingly tardy.

The trucks were leaving
Ashes were spreading
And 16 people stood
Broken down
Outside the service.

Sean, Laura and I approached.
We made 19
Peers in formal wear
Feuding for space
Between 2 cars. Packed with living friends,
We found our way back home.
Sean’s flag stood through his window,
Guiding and mediating,

So nowadays I try to reason with atheists.
I’ll never forget returning to my Dodge.
It started and drove without a flaw,
And I felt like I had aced a test.


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Wasted Life

Drop shots and trick shots, we admire
The gang banging swear slinging
Outcast that got in..
Someone who can shoot bullets faster than words
Who's idea of having a good time stops at
3 blunts
2 girls
And 1 hell of a night
Who needs confrontation when you have the ability to solve any problem
With the contraction of a single finger
POW, FLASH, and SKID-MARKS
Silence floods the avenue
As the man we knew
Falls pale face to concrete, right behind you
Who's gonna go next?
What statistic are you willing to live in?
When you realize your potential?
Where will you go?
So many lives to live
Why this one?
Break the circle of violence and lay a timeline to a better future
Rise out of circumstances and give your self a better angle
Put down the guns and raise your pens
Put down the gang signs and rep peace
Show love to all the unloved
And maybe they'll be hope for you yet.


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Stricken

My eyes wander across the lush and subtle valleys that embrace the creases in her smiling eyes. 

Illuminated with a connecting glance, 
fires of eternal genetics can not easily be subdued by reason...nor put a far by persecution.

The nervous tension could not possibly be a figment of my own anxiety.

Based off of thoughts about failure from inherit design,
I have broken too many promises already.

The folding pedals of silk embraces have withered in my attention,
My care and desire to place delicate offerings of faith,
replaced by a greed and desire for self gratification.

I have been stricken 
Stricken down by the idea of who I am,
And the promises I can keep.


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Welcome Back PD

Today is a wonderful day
our very own PD is back
raise the bunting flags
make merry one and all

Today is a day of rejoicing
there will be fun and games
now that PD is back to inspire
Raise your glass in a toast

PD welcome back you were sorely missed
you took our hearts with you Linda
now they are back full of great delight
1st lady of Soup your audience awaits


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My Voice

My voice...
one which must be heard.
There are times,
when today's world seems to fall apart.
From shouting,
to hitting;
and hitting,
to shootings and bombings.
Times like these,
are when I must step forward.

My voice...
a whisper within my mind.
Some days,
when all seems lonely;
I tell myself,
stay busy; all will be well.
When the sky grows dim,
and I'm in bed;
I whisper a prayer,
to keep me safe in slumber.

My voice...
gentle words of kindness,
for someone who's been suffering.
At times of sorrow, hurt, and grief;
I tell them to remember only good times;
and soon fear's erased away.
I ask of them,
to close their eyes;
imagine themselves in paradise.

My voice...
an echo throughout our land.
For those who are blind;
for those who are deaf.
I am their eyes and ears.
For those who can't walk;
for those who can't speak.
I am their feet and mouth.
With my voice...
I speak out for all those in need.


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MURKY WATERS

This murky water you must tread
The many days you have come to dread
Will only last for a time
Hold firm to your faith and hope in God 
Tomorrow brings a new day
The sun will arise the wind will blow
Whichever way it will 
Stand strong in faith and have no fear
He has been to your future my dear


To my PS Family members going through a rough time! God bless you and give you peace!


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POET IN A POOL OF LOVE

Poet in a Pool of Love
...... For You Ajinle

A
jin
le

When my yearning becomes a letter
Of love inside the dust of time
This lyric will deliver my affection to you
Ajinle the precious daughter of Adegboye
For love is always love
For two dreaming hearts
When their hearts never departs each other
When the cloud of love erupt their minds.

Ajinle
Love is not for coward hearts
Love is not for fragile minds
When I thought how I love you in silence
My heart beat faster
My spirit linger through your undiscovers planet
I found myself in a pool of love

Ajinle
When my song becomes a melody of joy
It is because of you!
My poems are not for ragged - minds
But I will read dirge if you departs my life
Or, is their anything to compare with the absence of love?

A
jin
le,
Our love and present-shadow is a destiny of tomorrow
Though we are way-farers

By,
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
Note: Ajinle 'Yoruba linage for female'
          Adegboye: 'Royal name belong to monarch family'


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Our PD

Our wonderful and ever-present PD. What a talented writer! You don’t know poetry if you haven’t seen her work. She has been around here for such a long time. If you’re new to this site, go to see what our PD has written. What fine examples she displays! Her words and lines will amaze! Let’s hope she sticks around where her fine work can be found. May 19, 2013 For the Appreciation (In Honour of PD) contest by Abdulhafeez Oyewole


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The Standing Stone

The stone stands alone it seems
against all weather and wane.
No one to share the vicious rain.
No shelter from wind or snow.
Storms come and go, the stone remains,
a little battered but tall and proud.
The kiss of sunlight warms through,
easing the cold dampness away.
The love of the moon lights the night,
not so alone is the standing stone.


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The INDESCRIBABLE Design

Coated with a salient magnate garment of white The designs mimic her exalting name Rita Such healing balm decorated round her face Trying to rub it off should be added to your greatest mistakes She is Divine I call her mom They call her the indescribable design Magnificantly stronger than the man's race What a man can do, a woman can do better She made this an actuality form Nigeria to the world She is incredible, incontestable, incomparable, incontrovertible, and indispensable An incumbent of love Pass me not So beautiful, So gorgeous Charming, alluring, bewitching, enticing The notebook of mighty Happy the eyes of plenty that see Running on empty the ones that miss She is my beloved on earth and above What a PRODIGIOUS woman


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The Soul-Less Heart

There was a time in the beginning
When everytime that I saw you
I pined 
I yearned
Every breath I took, I took for you

Then we hit what I would call
The frustration stage of marriage.
Please don't think that I don't love you,
And please don't get me wrong
If we make it through this rough patch
It will make us both very strong

We hit stage three
Which is just basic confusion
Which way do I go
Which way do I turn
Do I stay and guess what is going to happen;
Or do I turn around and run away?

At stage four, we have now become way too routine,
Everything we do,
Everywhere we go.
I can now tell you when, where and for how long,
The same types of movies,
The same restaurants around town,
Week after week after week.
There has to be something that we can do;
To break this aweful streak.

At stage five, it becomes personal,
Almost comparable with the five stages of death.
You would then call this stage acceptance,
Which is why I will keep my word and make my stance.


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Please Don't Cry

Do not cry dear lady
                       do not ever cry!

Raise up those down cast eyes
See yourself in my mirror
Unclose those heavy lids
               Lady
Picture pretty white painted gloss
to cover sorrow fences
Do not wail
tears of waste on any day
Strike the salt from on your cheeks!

You are cherished
with your velvet heart
of gentle tender
like pristine still water
as deep as aquamarine 
and ocean green can go

Do not cry dear lady….

You are a rainbow glowing in the sky
             You are radiant!
Do you not know how worthy you are
to hold and know love?

Do not settle for a tarnished frame
with broken shattered glass
and a tattered reflection
Dreary eyes and stark obsidian

Ah..me….
It hurts inside to see
all the power drain from within 
your electric lights
the beam is dimming 

Why must you cry, dear lady?

A lake you formed
Your feet un proud
Standing knee deep in your tears

Diamond among stones
Your glitter is a passionate pink
with an infinite glowing

Your light illuminates the path
for weary souls 
who have lost the will to fight

Why must you snuff 
                    out your meaning?

Relight that candle fire!

You are rich raspberry red 
and multi hued
So many colors 
                   twirl inside of you!

Lift those lids dipped in steel
Brush off the gray

Do not cry dear lady
Do not ever cry….


Dedicated to my dear friend Laurie
I hope this cheers you up!! *^_^*


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Chemistry

The simultaneous effect 
of two glances 
across the last remaining 
distance between them 

Then 
    when first they met 

Now 
    when they are apart 

Each carrying within 
   the beat 
     of the other's heart


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I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 
                  
                       Hope, 
                    
                          Endure, 
                    
                      Sing, 
                 
                        Dance,

                      Cry,

                         Laugh,

                     Grow,

                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,
                      
                        Hate! 

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!



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Steps to sobriety

Six days of sobriety may seem awfully long
but somehow in the midst of this I've kept it going strong.
I can hardly imagine how I'll feel when it comes to being clean
but I do know what I see is real and I'm loving what I've seen.
Without the support that you have given and the same goes for the group
I would never have been able to do this. I would have rotted on my stoop
For the way I see it now makes more sense than ever before
all I needed to wake me up was that alarming sound when I had slammed doors.
I know now theres a path, the way that I was going.
But now I've found a different one, and I'm proud to keep on growing.


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Fallen Star

In the heavens above on any given day
Countless stars are born to blaze the skies
Trillions speak their truth through verse and song
As they praise, inspire and light the path
Fallen star brings joy he twinkles and shines 
Both Man and creature in wonderment gaze

In the middle of the winter of ‘78 
Formed and fashioned in love by the Master’s hands
The young star set forth toward his destiny 
‘cross millions of galaxies constellations far 
Reaching earth’s galaxy along the Milky Way
To add brilliance and illuminate our world

This perilous journey he was called to make
Proved daunting too complex to accomplish alone
Distracted by forces beyond his strength 
He strayed and fell as countless before 
Anger and pride as companions he chose 
Would retard his progress yet for a while

The Master keeping watch over his universe 
Saw the young star unguided he stumbled he fell
God projected his will providing another way out
In wisdom with calm resolution he allowed him to fall
Through the fire refined like silver and gold
Preparation confirmed the journey to complete

There’s a new day coming just over the horizon 
When Fallen star will arise fired and strong 
In the interim all plans are made fool proof 
Tools are honed cleaned and sharpened 
For this journey a lifetime to make
Fallen star aims high to blaze the skies

For Jimmy M.  with love--*


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Barbara Jean

My LOVE must be infinite ; in so many uncountable WAYS
Until Forever  Until the sun is dark :moonlight a mere silhouette
In YOUR LOVE my mind, my Soul, My HEART, MY EXISTENCE
My breath can breathe the very essences of Your everlasting LOVE
LOVE inhaled : sending me the Heartbeats of a Forever LOVE of YOU
How does my Heart LOVE Thee so much , when my eyes have never seen YOU
The Face of an Angel : the alluring Voice of a Siren : Skin; the smoothness of Silk
Earth  Brown Eyes with a glint of Forest: Hypnotizing  Mind. Soul, Body and Spirit
I feel the Loving Warmth of YOUR embrace Beguiling Sunset Pink-Red Lips Which:
Beckon the carnal soul, the deep rooted  LOVE blooming, growing, Entwining YOU
             Entwining me to an Everlasting -ALWAYS FOREVER ETERNAL LOVE
             B  A  R  B  A  R  A           J  E  A  N        M Y        H E A R T B E A T
               In LOVE : Dedicated to my Heartbeat : Barbara Jean    "XOXOX"
                               


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My Poem in Her Boat

When I came to the soup,
I did not know how to tame,
the straying syllables on my Haiku.
Then, she took me under her wings,
and I have learnt so much since then.
I have learnt the trick of weaving words,
on the spindle to form poetry.
Though, I am not a good student,
for I skip classes now and then,
but she pursues me here and there.
Surely, one day I shall grow like her,
writing poetry without getting weary.
Haa, have you heard the latest,
she has just elevated me,
by making me one of the poets,
whose poetry 'float into her boat'.


20th April, 2013







Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, for her encouragement and all that I have learnt from her.


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More Than A Dream

Written in honor of Black History Month-February 2010-


I have a dream……
	That there will be no more labels of “Black” or “White”
	That people will come home to their families and relax at night
I have a dream……
	That no one will second guess, because of my skin color, my character 
	That I will never in my life hear the words, “Nigger” or “Cracker"
I have a dream……
	That should I marry a black woman it will be totally acceptable in society
	That people of all races would not be judged by their tastes in variety
I have a dream…….
	That if I have a bi-racial child he or she will be accepted by their peers
	That they’ll be given an equal chance to pursue their choice of careers
I have a dream…….
	That more leaders, like Dr. Martin Luther King will be raised
	That the tragedy of his death would be erased
I have a dream…….
	That all races will stand hand-in-hand, until the “Twelfth of Never”
	That people in the world would become color- blind, forever
I have a dream……
	But….this is more than a dream to me
	I pray that I may awake and find these things have become reality!!!


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Close To Perfection

When I am around you I can feel the truth
You begin to speak and I can only focus on you
No pain no sorrow and no regrets, Just you
Your eyes are like the peaceful forest of nature
Your smile is the smile of an angel sent down to earth
Your voice is like the wind in a dream, so peaceful
And your kiss is the most beautiful thing that I have found
I cannot reach out to you anymore
You will never again let me see you in peace
It hurts to walk a step closer, as I see myself farther away
Do you ever notice me looking your way
You are the only one that I see...


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The prettiest rose unfurls

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Its fragrant silken form
I hold in my mind
A memory or thought
Of each tender moment
I have graciously shared with you

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Releasing its natural beauty
To an awe-inspired world
I hold in my heart
A love that grows evermore deeply
Despite thinking I’ve given my all

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Till it blooms in radiant glory
I give you everything I am
Protect you and cherish you
Knowing I am the luckiest
Most blessed person in the world

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
After which blooms wither and fall away
I remember how much you 
Need to know daily you’re cherished
By someone who loves you more
Than words can ever express

You are as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
My love my life my future


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Compassions Goal

It is impossible to please........................................................................EVERYONE
like a Queen bee fat and almost legless trying to hold together her world she...DOES
not see for she can not move freely and her mind does................................NOT
focus on the abundant need of each to....................................................HAVE
for the many need sustenance................................................................TO
thrive, feeling the plight of.....................................................................LIKE
beings whose each task, small or large, deserve the same respect as do.........YOU


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Teacher

Why, why, why? Is all I ask
Do you send these folk my way
There not the ones I'd choose myself
But I attract within hooray
You must have plans to work me Lord
Have I really gone astray

I try so hard to be polite
You send me those who groan
From trials of life
Crying painful body drones
But I face a war continually Lord
Spine crumbling pained bones

I questioned much over the years
Of those you sent my way
But each one has had effect on me
What will I have learned today
I want to tell of things you've done
And why I've learnt to pray

You sent me counseling to help
Through things wrong in my youth
Then church fellowship did help me through
When marriage went down sluice
A teacher friend taught me much
In assertiveness and truth

You sent me someone kind and true
When I'd thought life was gone
A friend of a friend a neighbors brother
Turned out to be the  one
Who'd bring me home and settle again
Protect me and my two sons

You showed me work where I did learn
The skills to pull me through
In kitchens I did learn to cook
In schools help my children too
The staff within were pillars and rocks
In illness helped me do

You send others now to my house
Now I can't go out all alone
I used to sit and ponder sorry
I couldn't do things on my own
But now I have found new waters
I can swim and write a poem

I help others through my charity support
When I can get to phone
I can help in ways that others cant
And control load with able zone
I listen to those there struggling
Look at positives not moan

So I'm thankful for those folk you sent
Though I don't understand your process
But each time one has helped me to 
Understand and cope it's noticed
So send someone to help I'll pray
And I'll listen as perfect hostess




Author's notes

Okay, so I realize as it stands it needs tweaking, but at the time the pen flowed and now it 
needs some TLC... any ideas welcome, although I do not want to detract from the 
meaning/depth.  Any idea of rhyme was not originally intentional so please forgive I know at 
present its dreadful!! Help please?


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beautifully scarred girl

You just see a beautiful girl
I see the pain behind her smile
I see the pain in her eyes
You just see her style

I see all of her inner strength
But it breaks my heart, if you try and hug her you’ll see her flinch
Her ex used to beat her
She hasn’t found a man who knows how to treat her

You all see a pretty girl with a body you find sexy
She’s thinking why can’t I find a man who respects me?
I want to get her close
Can love fix 2 people who are so broke?

We’re both broken
With 2 completely different pasts
But I was hoping
We could move on from that

Beautifully scarred girl
I’m scarred just as much
There’s something beautiful about your scars girl
I wish it could just be us

You’re worth so much more than a like on Facebook
You look stunning even with no make-up
I know why you have up your guard
But I’m falling in love with your scars

I can see the pain in your eyes
The fear on your lips
I know why you want to hide
But love is a risk

I’m not the perfect man
And never will be
Girl give me your hand
I’ll heal you and you heal me

You don’t need to change
I know you’ve been hurt by the world
I don’t even know your name
So I’ll just call you beautifully scarred girl 


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Our Choice

For the love of man 
That which I see 
So hollow and empty
(Like a casket yet filled)
Yet still, something inside cries
For empty arms have what to hold
At what cost 
Should life be bought
(The price of war)
Over love that’s sought
I shall take my penitence
As well as my leave
For it is our choice
That which we believe


You know my disadvantage is 
having no Poetic knowledge. I
I looked up E.E. Cummings and
read some of his poem's and I
have no idea if this poem will
be acceptable, but hey I tried.


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All because of love

The longing eats away at my insides,
A cancer spreading through my body and mind,
Yearning a fire flaming out of control,
A whiplash stiffening my neck and shoulders,
My heart a drum without rhythm or rhyme,
Bouncing forth in blind pursuit of you.

Why this distance?
Why this helplessness?
Why this fierce want?
Why this burning desire?
Why this need for closeness?
Why this isolated hole of remoteness?
Why this barren valley of uninhabited abandonment?

Because of love,
The old man says.
All because of love.
A love so strong and yet so helpless,
A love so sincere and yet so unfulfilled,
A love so complete and yet so unfinished,
A love so whole and yet so partial,
A love so all-embracing and yet so limited.

Because of love,
I say.
All because of love.
A love so unique,
A love so pure,
A love so deep,
A love so wide,
A love so absolute,
A love so honest,
A love so real...

It can 
And will 
Never be again. 


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PoetrySoup

PoetrySoup …

I Was Heartily Welcomed… As I Sat At Your Table
By:  Carol, Sara, Carolyn, Dane Anne,  Moses, and Abel
               Tim, Leon, John, Michael, Jim and Yoni
               Deborah, Krista, Adeleke and Charlie
   …  James, The (Two) Ruben(s) and (The Quik-Composer) Raul
   …  and Many, Many More, I Love to Hear At Dinner-Call !

                  The PoetrySoup …

… It Has Member – Mushrooms
Chew and Chat Lunchrooms
Delectable  Hors d'oeuvre
Every Ear-Full… Heard
Every Mouthful… Taste
Spoonful of Gourmet Grace
Voila’ Words, Don’t Waste
Simmer-Slow and Baste’

In Dug-up, Sweet Potatoes
  Ripe Food for Thought Tomatoes
And Onions, That Will Make You Cry
Artichokes and Lemons that Squeeze – ‘til You Die
Garlic and Oregano Are Just Some Suggestions
And Here’s Some Mint… for Your Digestion
Parsley to Parley and Jive-Chives, Just Keep Stirring
But There’s No Clam Chowder, Shrimp, or Herring

A Dash of This… A Dash of That Seasoning
A Pinch of That and Sprinkle This Reasoning…
On The Side with the Mustard and Relish, so Fresh
Are the Cucumber-Contest and Radish Requests
And I Can’t Forgo the Tongue-in-Cheek Puns…
Your Laughter is Passed Around, like Hot-Buttered Buns !

…  Poets … Are Proverbial Peas In The Pod
The Harvesters of Herbs-Heard, in The Garden of God
so... Salt and Pepper to Your Superb Style
Did You Say Cheese, Please ?... ( Full Mouth Smile !)
There’s Hot Chicken Broth, When You Are Cold
Everybody Knows… Its Good For The Soul
And All That’s On The Human Menu… It’s In There !
… Even A Mother’s … Tenderized Care
Like Campbell’s Brand… Its Umm… Umm… Good !
The Aspire – Asparagus, I Took… I Understood
So, PoetrySoup’s Cupboard is Never Bare
And There Ain’t No Bones, No Medium, Just Rare
And On The Star-Burner… Is The Savory Meat
So… Grab A Heartbeat-Bowl… and Bona Petit’…

Yes, Thank You, PoetrySoup
(You’re Up There with MoonBee’s FruitLoops !)

It Has Been A Pleasure Getting To Know You All 
Thru Your Beautiful Expressions, Coming Straight
From Your Warm and Welcoming Hearts

God Bless You......

MoonBee


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'till my end

This poet did mention day
past,
in awareness of the sylph’s
soft shoulder,
‘bout mine lips,
that did 
oh yes
caress !

I was the love sick fool

And then
the soul,
betwix
the me and you
did protrude !

Oh, there be no such love,
though obtrude

I the poet was,
I care not now,
for out ‘pon this earth
dropped
Noah,
my love
‘till my end


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I'm Still Here

I wanted,
to touch you in a way
that melts your soul,
but you pulled away

I wanted,
to be your shelter
to protect you from the storm,
but you invited the rain

I wanted, 
to be your desire, all your
fantasies untold,
but you allowed yourself to stray

I wanted, 
to be your protector
to keep you safe from harm,
but you pushed me aside

I wanted,
to be all that you've 
been looking for
but you never unlocked the door

I wanted,
to make you see, you can be anything
you want to be,
but you just couldn't hear me

I wanted,
to pick you up and carry you through
all the struggles and all the pain
but you laughed at the thought

I wanted,
to show you that I'm stronger than you think
but you closed your eyes

I wanted,
to provide anything that you needed
but you denied me once again,

I wanted,
to talk to you about the future we could hold
but you turned on the radio,
to try to tune me out

I wanted,
to love you with such a passion
so fierce and so true,
but you said with so much anger
I deserve better than you,

I wanted,
to make you see what I see 
when I'm looking at you,
but you broke the mirror
what can I do?

I wanted,
to write you a beautiful love letter
but the words wouldn't rhyme and it,
wouldn't touch you the way I'd want it to

I wanted,
to sing you a song that would make you
cry inside yourself but you wouldn't listen,
because the wall you've built around yourself
is almost impossible to climb,
I'd like to try...


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North Cape

A lighthouse
sits
atop a hill
Ever vigilant 
in its watch
The sun shines
glory on
the water
like star dust
from a 
wood sprite
The waves crash
upon the shore
and then 
they crash
some more
Unceasing,
the brilliant 
blue of
this magic
This place that I
have longed
in my heart 
to witness
with eyes of 
a childs 
amazement
I am here!
The feel of
the beating 
waves 
they tickle 
my feet like 
fingers
As the sun 
descends
the colors
drench the sky
The light house
light beckons
lonely travelers
I breathe
the lost breath
of visitors 
long past
The crescendo
The gifted end
The valiant sweep
As the dark ascends
the famous tides
of North Cape
crash and finally
meet!


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Awestruck.......

Crimson slashes
                 Tangerine splashes
                               cross a southern sky
                                           Twinkling silver
                                teasing water
                        as the Sun 
          drops down to hide
                                          
                                  Moonlit glow
                                  upon my face
                                  As this beauty
                                 captures my soul

           Held captive by
               the blend of 
                    painted hues
                          above the lake

                                 I sit upon the bank
                                       cold wraps 
                                           all around me
                                               I shiver, shake,
                                                         yet, 
                                                    
                                                   I cannot leave
                                                        
                                                      Chained here, caught,
                                                         spellbinded, musing
                                                      On these oil paintings
                                                            He creates
                                                         Every night......

                      Golden fingers
                                      blend it all
                                                    Astonishing sight
                        Constant movement
                                                           from the current
                                Mystery......
                                                         Glowing........

                 Breathless I wait........
                                                            Anticipation growing........
                                         
                           Descent upon 
                                                                Southern Horizen
                    Colors start to fade
                                            All that is left is pink,
                                                           and a little silver shade....
                 Cast by the inconstant,
                                           yet, constant moon.


                                        Sun sets over Cumberland!


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For that girl named Debbie


For a girl named Debbie; who won me over with her words-

Damn girl you know your way with words,
the way they explode with power and feeling
just gets me entangled in the flow of your poetry.
You're good girl, your a woman who knows her stuff,
I like that in a woman,
whose not afraid to show her heart,
to burn up a piece of paper with hot glare of emotions
of love and hate and everyday life.

You can write about anything and everything,
and have it sound good to the reader's heart,
Damn girl you know you won my heart,
your way with words is like a hot knife slicing though cold butter,
and my nerves rattle and my heart skips a beat
when you start writing about love.

Damn this girl is good,
she knows her stuff,
with a portrait of Edgar Allan Poe hanging over her wall,
as she sits with lights dimmed, she writes of the darkest days,
she makes 'em and she breaks 'em with her words.
And she writes whatever comes to her mind,
a day taking her meds,
or a day with or without love,
or just another day living her life;
she speaks out to whatever comes to her mind,
and that is what I admire in a lovely poetess like her.
This poem is for a girl named Debbie,
a girl whose words won me over.

-a dedication poem to one of my fellow poets; Debbie Mills-Kelly

.2.4.2014.


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Your Aura

You inspire greatness
From a mediocre being
driving through me

              WORDS 

powerful and true
To change yourself
impossible
To become another
soul
           No way
Forces guide you, 
with all your brilliance
like a shining beacon
to those fortunate enough
to find you.
Love inside you flows
like rivers currents, strong
The beauty of your heart
Is like a melodic song
To give freely
Like a child
Is rare, and so uncommon
I have never seen
such a bright aura,
surrounding
such a sweet face
The touch of words 
you give as gifts
give me  reason to 
awaken.
I breathe a little deeper
and I smile a little wider. 
Friends like you, 
are so unique,
for, 
there really is only,
just one you!!


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Come Back Robin : Poetry Soup needs YOU

She took the Hearts ;We handed  Her, as Family all together
Filled with Blessings for YOU Robin, in YOUR dire Family need
We Waited, without watching, only Thinking : only Praying
For YOU Robin L Gass , for  YOUR  Smile, For YOUR Art” True POETRY “
Your hints of return : “My PS Friends”  Soup Mail  being read over and over
Our Hearts, ask for more than  Happy , Glorious , “ Growing Goodness “
For YOU YOUR “ Fellow” POETS : Mentors, Proteges, and Artist s
Pray for resolutions to YOUR dilemma Pray for YOUR return to us
 Just a note saying hello : which WE YOUR POETIC Family : Embrace 
Poetry Soup a Jigsaw Puzzle with one important piece Missing : ROBIN
             LOVE FROM ALL of us TO YOU ALWAYS ROBIN L. GASS

                        Dedicated To POETESS Robin L. Gass


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The Poem

Soft, a gentle retreat
Like goose down, 
sweet, and mild
It wanders through 
meadows and green
Makes your mind
float to faraway
places
Overlooking the 
countries own
beauties rare
Takes you on
rare quests of
knights and 
maidens extreme
The flow is 
impeccable
I dance here
I read here
I sing right here
Into my favorites
it goes.


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Spiraling of work and play

Endlessly at play,
forthright in work,
evolving to the tune
of passion eclipsed

Build a house with satin bricks
to etch a song from roots to mist
We all belong
Enfolded in rapture
In dreams, capture the wandering
of the soul-
if
allowed to breathe
To heavens it will soar


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Still hiding

Oh!!
Swine dung!

I’ve been hiding in write
my thoughts !

Yet, here, she comes,
fair maiden from far off,
from, my seat,
trying to cause my rash,
(still hiding),
“the festal mind” !

She laughs,
for she knows,
it has been done !

Like the male dog,
I lap up each word
like it laps up blood
from earths dust ! 

I’m in fraught,
not of my minds
lustful thoughts,
but
of 
her write !





Thank you Christie, for the inspiration;
and your writes !










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His weeping heart

Her eyes stared into the open heart that stood infront of her, she paused for a long minute
As if the minute were to last a life time she stood still, with an idle look
Gazing eyes, golden honey was the color that sparkled the rays of the sun upon contact
A gentle wind flew witnessing the event that would bond the hearts for ever, a promise it took

Her lips, O' where to begin to describe them, so full and red
They too stared, as if they spoke and asked of me to kiss them, to speak on them, a beautiful verse
A bright gloss made them shine, oh how I desired to make love to her with my words of spoken art
Those lips enchanted me, they hypnotized my every sense, a love curse

Her body, truly the shape of an angels, so pure to my touch, every curve, soft to caress
My arms around her, my hands playing with her hair, my fingertips kissing her entirely
Running my hands down her back, speaking to her inner soul and they made a deal
For I fell so hard in love with her, with her voice, her way of being, her body

I held her very thght, to my heart joy it brought, even a dream spontaneously arose
It sang unto my spirit, and right there and then my heart spoke out in rhyme, a beautiful note composed
I awoke unto a new dream, within my dream, of holding her hand, kissing her smile
All in my heart a motion album played, her and I starring in my living scene, art was the style

At the edge of a dock we once sat, kissing and telling stories to come
In her eyes I saw my dreams coming true, her pupils smiled at me and some
The skies are her mirrors, such beauty can cast a spell on the stars themselves off chart
I awoke into reality, she stood by me, holding my hand cheering up my weeping heart


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A Tribute to my late husband


loves longing takes me across the river
over the mountains and along the shore

you are here because i will it so 
and because love knows no boundary

your body is gone but your love
lives here within my heart

my days grow shorter and my nights
seem darker now

i am sad at times because you are gone
happier still to have had you in my life for so long

your love is here and my breath is your breath
and will remain so until i can no longer inhale

goodbye my love

until we meet again...


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AFFAIR

      AFFAIR

You belong to her I belong to him 
what a tragedy it had to end up this way
an affair I can no longer have, its been 10 years
Since she took your love away from me. 
when your so called wife found out about me
far she moved you from the lights of me
never to see you again 
I ended up with some one to save up all the tears.
with this man I live so unhappy
I compare my life to a drunk with out having to drink of a beer.
This man of beauty by my side
Compares nothing like our affair ride
A man of my taste again I can never find.
I settled for a man who broke my heart so many times.
Only because I can not ever be with you. 
I stay stuck with someone who I do not love at all.
An enemy he made me
Why can't we be friends like me and you
In this life time if I ever get to see you 
I want one last romance.
no man has ever made me feel the lust I had for you.
2 years we shared a secret love, how can I get over that
You are the only man I could feel all up inside of me
when you touched me with a stroke of your hands.
with out a lie I say the truth the man I have 
becomes you when we make love in bed
I close my eyes and pretend it is you in my head.


To: my husband who is across the room from me.
     I am telling him to play a song over and over.
     he does not realize he is taking me back to memory lane
     HA HA HA in your face.. S.K.A.T.


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Generic Minds

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


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My sexy TRUCK DRIVER

He drives along the countryside ,
 speeding the hearts of all the woman. 
Delivering his sumptuous smile ,
 the enigma of his personality. 
Deep blue eyes are purest in the world , 
A white man's love to die for ! 
I have bathed in oriental monsoon,
  tasted the Indian wine
, but nothing as compared to his passion. 
 The gear of my heart is in his hands , 
My blood runs through the engine , 
He drives me to his heart's harbour, 
For he is my sexy TRUCK DRIVER.




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Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-
zontally

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-
IOUSLY?


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Michael Jackson Gone Too Soon (Seventh Heaven)

“Heal The World” like in Heaven A “Thriller” many believed he was too “Bad” The King of Pops “Black or White” Seven times he cried—“The Way You Make Me Feel” Then he “Eased on Down the Road” Singing: “Earth Songs” like “Beat It,” “Leave Me Alone” Now “Ben,”—he is “Gone Too Soon!” ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ © Joseph Spence, Sr., 6/28/09 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ The form is 7/11/7/11/7/11/7. The total syllable count is 61. The first line has seven syllables, second eleven, third seven, fourth eleven, fifth seven, sixth eleven, and seventh seven. Rhyming is optional; however, it’s a plus. Any variation of the words “seven” or “heaven” must appear in the poem. Invented by Joseph Spence, Sr., 2007. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.


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Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.


When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive,  mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.


Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile


Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


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Nothing to lose

Broken, Cold, Empty, Devoid of hope
These are the forgotten generation
These are the few who stood up
The young that fell for such a cause

Lost, scarred, unremembered,
These boys sent with hope of glory
Learn instead what it costs
To die a nameless death

Over they go with nothing to lose
Over they fall with nothing to lose
Over they die with nothing to lose


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Every body's New Year

EVERY BODY'S NEW YEAR..

There is something, something going on.
No one knows it, but something is wrong.

Everybody  around to enjoy the year.
Celebrating this year last cheer.
Counting from 10-1, forgetting 2012 is near.

The ignorance of this world has hit again.
Spreading happiness through every window pane.
Sending hugs and kisses to every friend.
Forgetting the feelings of the short times we felt insane.

Relaxing to the joy we create.
Acting like we enjoyed every day.
Passing smiles on this one day the whole world celebrates
For this one day we all await.
Asking to shake the hands of the ones we hate.
Forgetting about the worlds ~2012~ due date.
Cheer from me before it gets too late.
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,,1
Happy new years, everyone!

Let by-gones~ be bygones
Cheers, cheers, toast your beer.
My new resolutions list is here.
In one blink of the eye its over 
And a new year begins..
Look at it this way,  we have 365 days.
To say life stinks all over again..
 
Happy new years to that , my friend!!

 ~   SKAT  ~
 12-30-1999


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I Am Bored with Mouse

Me and my mouse,
we clicked together so much
loved it to bits,
loved it to pieces

It likes my touch,
especially
when I tickle its
left ear

I tap,tap, tap it
and it squeaks, squeaks, squeaks

It follows me around
whenever I do my poetry

and I let it roll, run, roll
as it goes round and round its wheel...

It likes soup.
So much so,
that it likes it hot,
super hot soup...

But I am afraid

That I am bored with my mouse...

Sorry, mouse

But I got tired of tickling you.

Sorry, mouse

But I think you need to rest.

My fingers are tired with stroking you...

I better rest.

It's for the best.


I don't think
we click too much at all...
We'll still be friends, don't worry.

And you shouldn't like
your soup too hot anyway,

because it burns your tongue,
and also my fingers

because I always need to
dip my fingers in
to see if it is hot enough.

I think I will also
keep away from hot soup.

I don't like it too spicy.

Spicy can get boring too,
because it can numb your senses.

Sorry, mouse...
I am bored with you.

But hugs still to you,
it was fun while it lasted :)





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*For Linda's I am Bored with __________ contest :)

**I got jealous of people talking about how much they love their
cats and dogs... I don't have either :(, I only have a mouse...
but so sad, I am bored with it now....maybe I should get
myself a fish.


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GRANDMA'S APRON

GRANDMA'S APRON 
 
Grandma's apron dabbed my tears and wiped the baby dry.
Carried wood and eggs and fruit when she would work outside.
 
We'd run and hide behind  it when scared or needed warmed.
It smelled just like the bread and pies she baked in early morn.
 
She waved good-bye and cooled the food her apron like a flag.
It was really torn and tattered.  Was a cradle for my dad.
 
It's uses were so many.  Just like another hand.
But now it hangs just resting beside her frying pan......
 
By :MAFLongfellow
  

 
 
 
 

  
  
 


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The Constellation of The Christ

(Rev. 1: 20 / Rev. 2: 1, 28 / 2 Pet. 1: 19 / Rev. 22: 16)
(Matt. 27: 45 / Mark 15: 39 / Luke 23: 44)



The Constellation of The Christ
Includes The Bright Morning Star of Life
and Seven Stars Held In His Hand
Each Shines For Seven Congregations of Man

And Shining Near & Shining Far
Thru Time & Space Is That DayStar
and Where That DayStar Rise In Hearts
All Will See The Spectacular Start!

The Constellation of The Christ
Shone Brightest At His Sacrifice
For At High Noon! Darkness Covered The Land
When They Killed GOD's Son - The Son of Man ...

And A Roman Soldier After It Was Done
Even Knew and Said:  "This Was GOD's Son"
And A Darkness Covered The Entire Earth!
Because  JEHOVAH's  Heart Had Been Hurt ...

And In That Unusual, Storm-Dark Sight
The Universe ... Focused On That One Light!
Hung and Offered To Heaven's Throne
Was Lifted Up & Afterwards Went Home

For It Was From Above That Star Descended
And So Back To Heaven That Star Ascended
So The Breach Between Heaven & Earth Was Mended
& The Darkness of Death's Space Was Ended 

And Now, That Star Shines In The Sky
And Now, That Star Will Never Die
He's With The Father of Celestial Lights
Dwelling Where Its Unapproachably Bright!

But The Constellation of The Christ
Beckons Us Close To Eternal Life
And No Sights of Powerful Pulsars & Quasars
Can Compare To The Constellation of Our Savior

Christ Told Us To Let Our Faith Lights Shine
& Follow The Course of His Constellation Signs
and The Constellation of The Christ
Will Shine Forever Over Us In Paradise



             Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/20/2013 
                by:  MoonBee Canady






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Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger






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One Love, A Tribute to Bob Marley

“One love…one heart, let’s get together and feel alright…
As it was in the beginning (one love), so shall it be in the end (one heart); give thanks and 
praise to the Lord, and I will feel alright…” Bob Marley, Prophet.


I and I, 
and together, we,
are one.

We are, but before we can be, we must realize,
that the only way TO be, is I and I – the trinity;
the I and I makes the one that was, is, and ever
shall be – 
the one yearning to be set free 
unto its brothers and sisters to its beginnings 
and endings, 
and on and on and on, and led into infinity
by its singers.

It is the one that does not seek, 
and can only be found; rediscovered 
like the greatest treasure the earth ever buried, 
and the heavens ever knew –
                                the reason for all things…

So dance as one voice; sing as two feet 
pounding
the earth with your glory; 
free the one rhythm that has been vibrating between toes 
for all of time –
dance beneath and above all things,
and sing the songs of freedom!

Rise up, rise up, rise up and dance!
Free the chains from your bound feet,
And feel the weight released –
A trinity of I and I;
One love, one heart, let’s get together
And feel alright…

I and I, 
and together, we,
are one.




*Inspired by Michele's Music to your Pen, contest and my brother in vision, the man himself, 
Mr. Bob Marley who as soon as I put him on, I'm smiling and filled with great light. :)

From ONE LOVE, by: Bob Marley


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Fishing

Sitting on the creek bank pole in hand, trout line floating nearby
Listening to the wind in the trees, crickets chirping away
Birds in flight, birds on a limb singing sweet melodies to me
Cast my line, curplunk, splash, little ripples subside
Laying back watching the clouds go by, daydreaming
Nibble, nibble, nibble, reel in real slow, dang he got away
Rebait, recast, splash, hope i get a big one for dinner
Oh got me one, two, three, on my what a sight to see
Reeling in my line, that beautiful trout dangling there
Grab my net, toss him back just not big enough to keep
Pull in my trout line to find 6 big enough for dinner.
To home I go, clean and cook my catch, what a day it was


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My Mother was like a Rose

My mother was like a rose
beautiful at sight
frail to touch.

She could stand up
and say her mind.

She needed love
I feel like she never got any.
And that’s why she withered away
like a rose.

Her heart was pure,
her soul made of gold.

She’d rustle in the wind,
and hide when cold,
much like a blooming rose.

Day by day
a petal would drop 
‘til nothing was left.
She was the dying rose.

And as each day goes by
without her sweet melody,
I tell myself this:
I must not cry that she is gone
but smile,
she was here.




Written by my 10-y.o. daughter Payton


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leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             Birthday cakes sparkle ~

    sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight 
         The Summer reminds us of happier days
             scents of coconut oil and lime 
        
            reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
              
              The rain comes down hard
          crying for all souls lost and left behind

             The birds fly in perfect form 
           reminding all of the September storm 
             
           begging for history not to repeat ~
 
                 ~   In war 
                        no wins 
                            only defeat ~
 
            two beams of light straight to the Heavens   
                stay through the whole month of September
                   they remind us to listen silently we stand still 
          
          For the city lives and breaths left with loss 
                    many questions unanswered remain ~
                  
               Leaving behind August
                    entering Septembers fears ~
               
                          
                             



 I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)

                    



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I wish I weren't me

I wish I weren't me!

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I sometimes wish that I weren't me!

I were who I've always wanted to be!

A loving angel of the seventh heaven!

Chosen from seraphs of all the seven!

For my devotion to all the living souls!

In their suffering, who softly consoles!

Reaches instantly to whoever is in pain!

To give tender loving care most humane!

To look after dotingly for an ailing child!

To treat gently even the ones gone wild!

Even if I didn't have the powers to cure!

I could make sickness easier to endure!

Wherever I went, I took moments of joy!

With a soothing caress, or a magical toy!

My aura made grieving souls get a smile!

To keep it forever, not just to last a while!

I could enable infirm to independently live!

Instead of taking help, become able to give!

Not just I could heal bodies, also the minds!

Turn the impaired into a genius of a rare find!

In that quest I've worn a healer's white coat!

To do my little part though it's nothing of note!

I know I can never be who I've wanted to be!

But I can keep trying to become a better me!

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Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile http://sa.linkedin.com/in/drasgharnazeerlinkedinprofile)

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This is how I see them

her little taffeta white suit and blue piping
a hat tilted just so with her dark curls flowing
around her face and down her back
white gloves in hand with shoes and bag to match

little bit of cherry lipstick against her
alabaster skin eyes the color of Robin eggs
open wide in search of her hero

down the plank she walks along with all
the other war brides
do you see him Mom  he is that handsome tall
slender army officer in uniform with the black
wavy hair and that beautiful smile

he has been waiting for you for such a long
time now

their eyes meet his arms open wide and
she runs to him
one journey is over and now for all eternity
another journey begins
the two of them together loving holding and
sharing until...

In memory of my beloved Mother


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We Welcome the Sun

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 

A gleaming sunrise is seen in the distance – shedding relief 
Bursting forth like fireworks in the dark blue sky 
Hues of beauty and sincerity washes away our grief
The cheery clouds come together like lovers embracing one another

I’m never waving goodbye
   
It’s so surreal… and magnificent to see this scene unfold
You lift up the sparkling light… you’re an angel from up above
It’s so vibrant – the illuminated sight never dulled 
You bring us luck and excitement – 

You’re as pleasant as a dove 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the love
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To omit the darkness 
To abolish the distress
To conceal the darkness
And reveal the halo
Hovering around your head
Burning away the dread 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun

An ocean of love is rubbing against my feet
Blankets of comfort embrace me now… our love will never dry
You treat us with reverence and I repeat – 
You’re as pleasant as a dove – taking wing from on high 
We welcome the sun in the morning 
We welcome the sun with open arms
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun 

A speedy breeze is whistling in my ears
Spiraling mad like a spinning top
Spiraling mad with all of its might 
You’re very intriguing – you casted away our fears 
Your gorgeous eyes
Project bright green and blue
You’re special in His sight 
He welcomes you
We welcome the hope 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To lighten up your load 
And lead you to the mercy road
Where you and I will escape to paradise
To drive out all of the negativity
To conceal the wretched farewells
To reveal the light in goodbye 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome you
With open arms 


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A Sailor's Prayer

Lord, here my prayer, 
send your angels, 
to guard well, we sailors, 
serving in your fleet, 
protect us from harm or defeat, 
give us guidance and wisdom, 
to pursue diplomacy, instead of war, 
peace, instead of hatred, 
life, over death, 
when I die, permit me appear first, 
at your gate, 
allow the devil, to think, I'm late, 
and, before he realizes his mistake, 
grant me entrance, and assign me to serve, 
life eternal, in your heavenly flee 


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Behold The Moment

                                   Behold The Moment

                         Behold the moment,the future is here.
                         Our family is getting bigger every year.

                               The new child has arrived ,
                                    already loved by all.
                    
                          Hold this special baby close to you,to
                              rock away the fears and kiss away
                                               the tears.

                        Take in every moment ,to share in the joy.
                               Let me shout from the hill tops so 
                      everyone knows, our new child has all ten toes.

                         As the years go by and each one grows,
                        There is a new experince to be had by all.
                      A play ,a big game or off to college they'll go.

                          As we let go and they are on their own.   
                              Never fret they'll soon be home.

                         Down the road ,each child will enlarge  the 
                               family with families of their own.


                                 Anne Rutherford
                                  Copyright 2008 
                             Treasured Baby Series.




                       For Great Granddaughter Tesla.


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A Gift To My Friend

Moment of your bearing is happening,
In each year you are merry,
This is your spotlight of being.

Friends, families, and neighbors are commemorating,
On the day of your bearing,
They are fluky of what you're celebrating.

Friends gives you momentous things,
Family gives you strength in everyday,
And GOD give you moment, strength, and life to be treasure.


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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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Let Me Count the Ways- For Sharon

How many?
how many lives;
how many have fallen 
beneath 
your magical spell? 

If it may be so, 
let each star be named 
You.
 
For your beauty transpires 
our words 
into all shine and sheen cast out
from the darkness and starkness
of infinite space –
(as they were intended to be seen)
as if even the light shining forth 
from between 
the pervading clouds of life’s 
perpetual storm –
(day to day to day, 
and on)
recognizes your poetic touch, 
as deliverance;

stopping, halting, driving 
the wedge of night out 
of our very hearts,
as if just being here, seeing them
(seeing you) 
really seeing the stars 
                  (through your eyes we see – 
you are clear, you are 
amplified 
like dew on leaves – with us being 
as leaves) opens up 
our every pour;
pouring forth what may never 
have been seen
without your dewy light’s reflection, 
refracting –
how else can the green of leaves 
be certain, 
that they are also
made of stars,
if not first being shown
the point of green?

Yes, if it be so,
let the stars be named 
Yours.

Let each one bare their own weight 
(light is weightless - don’t you see?) 
before it’s too late, 
and all the leaves (our leaves – 
our hearts)
start to twist 
into autumn -  a lazy
haphazard dance
to nowhere –

dry and cracked 
to the desperate open mouth 
of ground; 
left to writhe amongst the yellowing mulch, 
like ornately colored 
lead paperweights 
waiting 
for the cold of winter 
to still 
our beating 
hearts –

You are like stars.

A multiplicity of the exponential 
magnifying each one who sees;
(recognizing our own in you)
light touching light through the heart
of our own.

You are our spectacle, Miss. Weimer –
our looking glass into 
the night sky,
reminding our hearts
how to shine.

And for this I say, Thankee-Sai –
Thankee Big big
                (a kindred thank you – you see, I see)
for Being,
and for touching us with the ends
(and beginnings) of your lit up
fingertips, 
shattering our stormy skies
into multitudes 
of separate
stars.

How many ways do we love you?
Too many ways to count –

There are so many stars.


***I'm sure this poem is going to end up being redundant, as many will write about our 
lovely, Sharon Weimer, but I felt I must, simply because - and that's all the excuse I 
needed. She's been a good friend, in more ways than I can count :) We love you, Shar - 
keep shining, and never forget what you're made of.

For another of our beloved poets, Miss. Christie's P.S Member Dedication Contest. :)


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Ridiculous Me

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

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

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

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

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

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

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

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

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

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

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


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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


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sent to men in total

I like to think 
that I am not 
sentimental,
just mental
I think.
ok
semi...
so I am
semi-mental

sounds like 
I have a cold now

ok
seriously speaking

this is 
sent to men (in to)tal
a play yet again
on sentimental
yes, kind of a stretch
but wordy girl
that I am,
I just keep
on going around
in circles

hmm what to say
to men in general?

good luck
in figuring out
the puzzles
of your life
(yes, the loves of your lives)

and good luck 
to us in turn

then again,
that is the challenge
and fun of it all, isn't it?

but lucky you
once you find that
perfect puzzle fit

I just hope
you glued it well
so you don't
have to look
for missing pieces

but then again

sometimes
in missing,
you find
that it is more
worth it in the end
once you find it again

sorry 
if I am puzzling you,
I am puzzling 
even myself now!

ok
maybe it would be better
if I say
let's all puzzle each other...
life sure would be 
more interesting that way!




Nov. 3 2010


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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


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Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore




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Fond Farewell, A Tribute to Our Fallen Heroes

When our flag is torn and burned I yearn 
For an America I once knew.
When our patriots fall I hear the call
Of cold blood red, white and blue.

And hearing the talk from those that mock 
The beauty of our beliefs,
I’m reminded that freedom’s price
Isn’t always pure, sweet peace.

As the eagle dares in places where 
Some will never see;
Higher ground where love is found 
America aims to be.    

God bless all those who gave their all
That others might remain,
In liberty’s light through day and night
They did not go down in vain.

Sail on, sail on, 
Sail onward homeward bound…
Making this world a better place, 
True freedom you have found.    

Though human thoughts and words cannot 
Apprehend all your good treasures,
Laying down your life for friends 
Goes beyond all human measure.  

Sail on, sail on, 
Sail onward homeward bound…
God bless you all who gave your all 
That we living might sleep sound.  

All you noble warriors 
And lovers of democratic dreams:
Salutations, admiration, 
Laurels of inestimable esteem.

From now on through eternity
To thrones of noble realms;
We give thanks for all your selflessness
And bid you fond farewell.  


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Like a thief in the night -Thinking of September 11th

Another morning I got up and my thoughts returned here. Just wanted to put something of
the memory that lingers still today from scenes we saw of September 11th.  Scenes we would
like to but will never and should never forget.  I do not wish to cause further despair to
anyone but if anything bring some hope to those who are suffering safe in the knowledge
that they have the world behind them.  What has happened cannot be undone but with
strength and assistance from those who had the core torn from them as the horrors unfolded
and they watched on in disbelief we can be there for one another.  We can make sure the
memory of this tragic affair lives on, and in doing so help keep our own souls alive and
kicking... in hope all was not in vain, but that we shall learn from it and let the
promise of peace win through.  My heart and thoughts go out to all.
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It doesn't matter today
if we build a building of immense height
like North and South towers of World Trade Centre
even if to use as defence system
just as we would have built a castle on a hill
in times gone by - times have changed
New buildings and memorials will now stand
in recognition of who/what was on said land
Their memories will always continue
as will the vision on t.v. all did view
Where minds stood still in disbelief
while strike after strike we all felt grief
Where tears were shed by billions of eyes
War was declared with no defence in skies

It doesn't matter today
we most probably wouldn't even see
as our enemies approached
Like a thief in the night they came
stealing from us that most precious
those whom we loved or cared about

What matters today
is that for all eternity history has been made
Times we cannot change
Broken genealogical lines gone forever
Marks made on the landscape - irreplaceable
Never can anything stand for what was again
Humanity and psychological effect remains
We may not all have lost those known to us
but we stand together shoulder to shoulder
Encircling those that remain
Knowing each one of us had our soul torn
Our eyes darkened by Hells darkest Angels
When none could believe that before their eyes
Planes came crashing through the skies

Out of ashes a phoenix, a nation arises
and with it the world reawakens
We will not sleep but remember
A tragic time when so high a cost was paid
with unknowing souls now recognised
What right to take such brave innocent lives


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Girl Rising

Based on a true story from a television documentary on Human Trafficking...an international crime with participants from a broad spectrum of society...occuring on a daily basis. I have only seen documentaries on the trafficking of young girls between the ages of 5 and above!! Law enforcers, it seems are fighting a losing battle against the men and women who sell and enslave young girls and I have no doubt, young boys as well.

Somewhere this day on planet earth
A Mother-to-be, while in labor, cries
Not so much for the mounting pain
Nor the fear of possible death
So many fears for the future…
“What lies ahead in the coming years?
What “fate” will meet my child?”
And added to all her heightened fears is…
Will she be there to protect her child?

Those dark years have now passed into decades
When Tanya walked the shadowy streets of the city at late night 
While kids her age slept peacefully in their beds
They made her dress up so she’d looked twenty one
Days were spent locked in a room, under watchful eyes
She was fed cheap fast food to her young heart’s content
Soon she'd lose all hope of liberation
This was the second man she had been sold to
And after a while she’d adapt to the situation 

Still fresh in her mind was that last day at school
In her backpack was her favorite teddy bear
Her Mother had chosen to believe her step-father again
Now that her twelfth birthday would be in a month 
As no one cared, she decided to run away
While at the bus station she met this “nice” couple
Who listened to every word she spoke
They promised her a ride to any place she wished
And she’d always wanted to see Disney land

“Maybe, she thought, it’d be a birthday treat”
 However, that would be another promise broken 
Weeks dragged on and they bought her “stuff” 
Although treated well, sometimes she still felt alone
Then one day came the grown up clothes and make up
That night her innocence was stolen once more
Later she’d try to make an escape
Only to be caught and tied to the bed post
‘Make it easy on yourself and accept your “fate”, she was told

That was years ago, although it seems like yesterday,
When arrested by a new officer on the vice squad
Who saw the flaw in the picture before him
The pimp gave no reasonable answer to the simple question
‘Why are you parked late at night on the street corner with a minor?’
 
Looking back over the years, she came to conclude that “Fate” is just another word, made up to cast aside blame; when we do not want to see the path we’ve chosen which has led us to our present state
When Pilate symbolically washed his hands, though he had power in that moment to act..
When there before him stood truth and innocence, 
Yet, he chose to make a comfortable bed for his conscience

Today, Tanya is a college graduate and a Mother who has vowed not to leave anything to “fate”. She’d teach her children to take responsibility for the choices they make… 
She would teach them that no one is of lesser value than another..
 Male or female; black or white, all hues; rich or poor 
All have a God given right to live free!
~*~
8/03/13
For:  Richard's "Girl Rising" Contest

(3rd Place Win)


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AM I SAVED

AM I SAVED?
What is detrimental? What is my choice? What is the job I must partake in the name of Jehovah? Am I saved? Do I differentiate to see more clearly, what is right vs. righteous? Do I try to adjust? Is it wrong to want more? How do I know when I am saved? What am I up against via a religious way? Do I shy away from negative statements? When it is concerning my faith, do I proclaim I am saved? I am saved because I am righteous. I am saved in a rightful mind. I am saved because of a religious path. I am saved in my belief that all things are divine. Am I saved? You are saved through the grace of God.
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 25, 2014!


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Yesterday Happened So Fast

Yesterday Happened So Fast
                                                          Authored by Chuck Keys 
	

Yesterday happened so fast I lost track of myself.
I was standing behind you, where you sat, so small, frail and warm, tenderness radiated about you.
Nearer to fear and farther from joy, aware of your future, 
Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us.


There was the scent of a burning candle coming from the back of the room.
Sitting in the front, you had so much to tell the ones you loved.
Your body unwilling, but your spirit awake and searching for release. Always the maestro, your message orchestrated in softness and form, clear at last.  
We all heard.  Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us.


You spoke; the stress in your now soft voice, still assertive and emotive, 
Your  eyes protecting and loving all the more, Inside of you were all those you loved …. all in sync as one.
In the room, the brightness of the roses, the fresh-air scent of the surrounding greenery contrasted with your pallor, yet
Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us.


What you left behind was so much greater than what you came with, 
A minion of love, with a flair of passion and taste, surrounding your soon departure in tears.
I saw you move one last time as I now see your spirit flowing thru the present, with all ……… 
     Dressed in silly colorful lacey hats, 
          Victorian multi colored puffy dresses, 
              windblown red flowing hair with your red freckles, 
                    decorated multi-shaped filled bags in hand, 
                         bright flowers 
                              and wide smirky grins.
Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us.


I wonder if you knew what followed after your departure, 
Endless gentle blue sky, bright sun; wild flowers, life and love beyond.
You were conducting. Your minion lives on without but with you always, 
All of us sharing and loving and of how 
Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us.
  




In remembrance of Sonia Slobojan Swigart and dedicated in her memory to the Slobojan Family:  
Catherine, Steph, Danny, Danielle, Sherry, Denny, Suzy, Norman and to Mary, my wife and loyal friend to all.  
May Sonia always be remembered as she lived, “fun to the bone.”


12/31/09/0225pm


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No more Goodbyes

Like autumn colors
I will not be here for long

Forgotten for a year
Until they search high & low
In Northern paradise
Come early September

Like status updates
You will give me your thumbs up
You may even give me your words

But, you will erase me

Replace me

Like tainted preacher who has their cake
At their “god’s” restaurant called, “Bulimia’s”
They will never be satisfied

They will preach Spanish sermons
While embracing separation anxiety
Forgetting His word
In valuing a friend

Like ghosts
They will haunt
But disappear when I look forward

They will cry
When I’m no longer around

Because
Like Serenity’s incipience
I let them go

Finding my way home

Finding my way home

My way home

© Drake J. Eszes

“And I’m done seeking treasure just to wake up in an early grave.  So I stopped right there and said, ‘Go all alone, cause I won’t follow’. This isn’t giving up, this is letting go. Out with the old dreams I’ve borrowed. The path I call, from here on out, will be my own. A path to take me home.” –Rise Against


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The seasons of us

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond 

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell

 

when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone

 

when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles

 

autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk 

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful

 

there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter 


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Defeating the Brutality


Defeating the Brutality 

In a civilized world where people,
Even share the grief of their enemies
And write Poems and Songs 
When they are in pains and 
Are surrounded by sorrowful happenings. 

The soldiers of Pakistan army
Have beheaded the Indian soldiers
In disguise and have eloped
In the darkness of cowardice.

What a bravery they have shown
Making a mockery of Geneva Convention
As, such human aspects
Have no meaning for such an army
Which believes in brutal killings only.

My nation is shocked and 
The world is bewildered 
To see this brutal act of cowardice
But those who have done this
Barbaric act
Are laughing in their dark chambers
As they believe in
Barbaric cruelty and 
A denial of such acts
As not accepting a things 
Is the best remedy
To befool the world.

Ravindra  
10th Jan. 2013

http://www.timesnow.tv/INDIA/Martyred-jawans-honoured/videoshow/4418578.cms


http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-20957136





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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Although,
Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...


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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.


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MY SEVEN BLESSINGS

God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of brilliance’s, a shinning note,
That strums across grandma's heart strings.
The second child is a testament to patience,
No instructions came with this wonder
Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside.
But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows,
She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight .
I love my problem child just the same.
The third times the charms, she is that for sure,
With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls.
Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the
Darkest moment with just a simple smile.
The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring,
A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ,
Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw
Has hers.
Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man,
But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable,
Then gold.
Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations
Future astronaut.
With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of
The pack in any game of life.
My youngest grand son Issac his name means,
Laughter and joy and in this it is so true.
Tiny but mighty is my little Bella,
With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes,
And mommy's brave spirit.
She'll take on the world someday.
And win by all hands clapping her on,
Me Maw's future Mrs. America.
Seven was born on grandma's birthday,
A special gift given unto me is my darling,
Trinity.
Who knows what the future will hold for thee,
But seven has always been my lucky number,
So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing,
In my life.

1.  The blessings gift is music.
2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity.
3.  The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile
4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance.
5.  The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm. 
6.  The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit.
7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune.
And when you add up all my many blessing,
What does a grandmother receive a full heart,
Hugs and kisses at bedtime.
Good night my little angels and sleep tight.
I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers, 
Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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Excuses Excuses

If Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers, would you care? Would the peck be put in a glass jar? What if he dropped a hair in there? And, if Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet digging and found the jar that Piper had hidden in the muck, along side the skull of Cro-Magnon man? “Ahhh, NO we’ve found the hip girdle and he’s a she!” Well, ole Pipper’s pecker would have gone to the pie in the sky and Miss Muffet’s tuffet would have gone to compost; So, how would the archeologist know for sure? " Why the HIP, you hafta have hips, miles and miles and mile of hips… Baby you can be a hero of course just put that ‘orse behind the cart!” Heart, well it’s left the building too. “Geeezzz it was just a pump whatcha want from a pump?” Thump, thump, from the bump, bump, then ya hump, hump, and my goodness, we’re back to Peter Piper and his pecker? “NO, no, his peck of pickles and Muffet’s missin’ tuffet? Well, I say the stars, yes the stars, show the way, the celestial meaning of the id, the I, the you, the ego too, and love “Ahhhhhh love the excuse for it all!” The pickles, the muffins, the tuffet, the bumping the humpin’ The free for all of we!


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For All Of You

For you, I will see,
For you, I would guarantee,
For you, I could be an emcee,
For you, I will pass oversea,
For all of you, I could be esprited...

For you, I will walk,
For you, I won't baulk,
For all of you, we will flock,
For all of you, I won't pock,
For all of you, this won't be a crock...

For you, I will think,
For you, I will blink,
For you, I would interlink,
For all of you, I would sync,
For you, I can break brinks,
For all of you, I might bequeath...

For all of you, I might concede,
For you, I might precede,
For all of you, I might exceed,
For you, I mit accede,
With all of you, I might proceed,
With all of you, I might succeed,
For you, I might bleed,
For all of you, I could be a steed...

From all of you, I might receive,
To all of you, I might give,
For you, I might cry,
For you, I might lead,
For you, I can try,
More I could say,
But for you, I might live,
For all of you, I might die,
I could give my soul, for all of you...


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.(lull-a-bye) SLAM

.              lull-a-bey ---slam

I still can't believe *you want to get beat on a slam so bad.
Oh! ___ boy your the man.
You must like getting your lights punched out.
Gosh!  Your lucky I am your biggest fan.
Did you not get it, your my # 1 poet  (ha ha ha.)
For crying out loud I read your Dark Poet 20 times.

Okay 30 year old poet baby.
I will take it easy on your first simple slam.
This comes with a warning, I always burned Canadian bacon.
Lets take this down to a Dr.Seuss level.
I will make our first run as sweet as i can.
I'd hate to see you crap or shaken. 

I was going to slam you where it hurt,
after reading all your dirt.
Every mother knows the best way to take out a baby.
Is to give him warm milk, to knock his ass asleep.
Instead I will milk my way in to your mouth.
With a Lull-a-bye slam to pass you out

I could  fire like a military round.
But what fun would that be to bring you down.
This will not get me any justice,
for you being up in my face.
This lull-a-bye slam is to knock you unconscious.
After it brings a laugh upon your face.

Slamming you crazy * does not sound right.
Are you really that bored, you keep me up all night.
You want me to put my P.D. mask back on.
Maybe tomorrow I will slam you till the night is gone.

At this point, time and moment.
I will only sting you like a bee.
To see if you come after me.
You might have seen this one coming.
With the pleasure of stinging you and leave.

I will remain here on the soup.
Waiting for you to log on.
I will wait to see your next move.
Hopefully I do not have to wait that long.

For now I will log my self out anyway.
_______baby tomorrow is another day.
Before I leave I left you a bottle of warm milk.
For you to drink  before you pray.
 
*****Chris D. A. 
Message: I, Chris D. A., solemnly swear in giving you (Poet Destroyer), full 
permission to offer me this Slam me, even though I don't Slam and cannot do a good job in Slamming 
yah back! Is that OK? Can't wait to be hit below the belt! Chris.*********


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The Running Man

Leg over leg
I watch
Oh once great majestic man
Stuffed with life and vigor
Stood atop the world
Champion
Once conqueror of mountains
Now crushed by pleasure
Turned animal of desire 
Now the running re-claimer
Of past honors

Leg over leg
I watch
One step at a time
His lungs smashing against his insides,
As they fight for air,
Against a nicotine choke hold

Leg over leg
I watch
His feet
They burn,
Sprinting through a Savannah of flames
The weight of his past gluttony slows him down
And chains of sweets
Bind him to a mountain of food;
An animal
 Hungry for progress

Leg over leg
I watch
A hurricane of alcoholic despair swells above him
As a downpour of liquor whips his beast of a body
And all that he has drank
 Tries to wash him away

Leg over leg
I watch
His vision blurs,
The distant mountains and clouds begin to swirl,
The road ahead bends and buckles, 
His legs vanish beneath him
And he greets the floor with open arms

I watch
His heart rages
Trapped in a cage
The animal pushes and pulls aggressively
Painfully biting against his chest 
Until it finally becomes quiet
Still
Strangled by the smoke, grease and alcohol
Silencing all who witnessed their reign of terror
His body unmoving
Just inches from the finish line
Still
I watch 


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To Be, or Not To Be: That is the Question.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

O’, to be unseen by the hands of the greater good!
Fettered with ignorance, a bliss more wanton than the love
Of a willing beauty; higher than the unknown
Depths of stars on a black hole journey; richer than
Humus long unturned by the spade of time – to be
Unmarked and bare - unknowing of what is, truly, is
The forethought of a hindsight never claimed.

Yet, to be known and to know, is the means of
The seeker, the listener, and the master of blood!
To be is within and without, the stars and the earth,
The state of no mind, and the keeper of no time;
The light in the darkest dark – unbound is this
Striving, from a heart meant to endure! But alas,
A torment follows the lit up singular, the gold
Amongst flesh, for all the world wishes to possess
Its worth; to know it intimately – to siphon its essence
From its stock piled earned, and spit each transmuted 
Cell into the dust of a desperate house;
To dust beneath the feet, of unwavering laws.

To be is death - a dying into blindness, reborn
Without a stage; unseen by hands that widdle away
Their time on precarious planks, not knowing
A thing about those who see their folly,
Nor the consequence of their unending ignorance.

To be, or not to be: there is no question.









The first line here is from the Grand Master, Shakespeare's Hamlet, act 3, scene 1...To be or 
not to be:that is the question....best line ever.


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Barry Cowsill leaving

 
      A friend , a poet , a music Man , The Cowsills 
      remembering the song "hair" on the radio as a 5 yr old.
      As fate brought us together one day in New Orleans 
      Barry Cowsill  the hidden artist yet well known .

      Adoring your eyes and smile , hat , the look when you asked me ..
      "do you remember the Cowsills ? " as I then began to sing ..
     "long ,beautiful Hair,  Flaxen , waxen blacksen " Hair ! Oh daddy daddy " 
      his life and smile , his love , imagining  me for a while , yes ..in love.

     My Friend met his fate  passionate , his Legacy , bravely refusing evacuation 
     Katrina , a storm too strong for even An artist with a guitar , my love fallen
     Remembered now by all , for his remains were found under a bridge , 
     The Oyster poor boys , The zydeco to blues , Barry,  too great for Our World .
     Remembering the Jazz festival,  memories,  torn in my mind yet left behind ,

     Barry Cowsill , when I leave this World , will you come and bring me to yours ?


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Mothers

Through veils of bright red pain
They bring us to this life;
Through tears and laughter
They love their small pink wonders
Through all those gates they must pass
On their way to full humanity.

They are lilac-love and discipline
Navigators of our stormy seas
Heedless of themselves for our sakes
And they bring us all the soft sweetnesses of home and hearth
That ever call for our return.

And so from every tongue
There falls the sacred one-word prayer
When the wide cold world affrights us
When the hand shakes, palsylike
And the heart beats hard against its cage:

     In deep of night
     When something unseen stirs
     The whispered hope is "Mother".
     When the flat grey weight of grief
     Lies hard across our shoulders
     The word that lifts the stone is "Mother".
     For scorch of stove, for frostbite sting
     We conjure cool and warm with "Mother".

     In the place for giving birth: "Mother".
     On the battlefield: "Mother".

Whatever pulls us to our knees 
To rudely remind us how small we be
In the Grand Scheme of Things,
The idea of her pulls us up again
For we are hers entire
In a way unique to her -
And things will be alright 
Because she says it shall be so,
And one may never     never     Never
Disappoint that Sacred One:

"Mother".


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P.D. vs' Amy Gr33n,,Slam, Bam

P.D. vs' Amy Gr33n,,Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am 


So Miss @my  Gr33n,
Do you think your s__t  is mean
Trying to compete
Do you really want to taste defeat
Your dose of medicine, had no effect at all
Your Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am 
Was a sorry booty call.
Trying to talk the talk
Trying to bark and walk
All them words your are saying
Sounds like you are praying
Who really wants to listen?
Who really should care?
And what the hell is that S__t in your hair?
So you think you can play the part.
Before things fall apart
Please @my Gr33n stop before you fart
Trust me it does not matter If I let you win.
Your words are pointless and the idea is pathetic.
Please stop talking you are giving me a headache.
Just stop rhyming.
Sounds like your crying.
Okay pause.............as the moment goes bye.
Giving  you a minute before you break down and cry.
My words are a weapon, You know that right.
Next time shut your mouth, keep those lips tight
Let me just stop and bring this to an end.
@my Gr33n remember ....I am your friend

By:P.D.

((once again for fun...thank you Amy Green for the fun slam.))
    p.s. S__T stands for shot  if you are wondering,,he he he


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TO: Vienna Bombardieri YoUrs TrulY thE DruKeN PoEt

You are~
The queen of hive~keeping a universe of sweetness alive.
The richness of air~ more richness than a gem or bank can bare.
The float of a boat~the ink of a love note.
The warmth of a coat~the warmth of prevailing hope.

With a billion brilliantly buffed  stars you shine~a shine in the night of my mind.
You are the eloquence of glistening and glamorous Fiji waters~beauteous waves of mind.
A Unhurried dulcet substance steaming ahead~honey flowing through your veins.
I can visualize your golden veins,coiling on the
bars of heavens divine gates ~ your soul the key to heaven.
I'm  sure a blind man can see you, I'm sure women would love to be you~ I'm sure though I haven't seen you.

Perhaps I seen you in
the rose I smelled yesterday
the sun of today
the mystical formation of
comely clouds. 
perhaps I seen you girdled in 
trees of fortitude,may be you
are the the fortifier of it all,the
beautifier of all roses standing tall.

You are the first steps of a baby
that once use to crawl,supportive
to all.You are the benign tender of
a baby's BIRTH~


So go ahead ask me what your WORTH,
and yes baby people like you is the 
restoration of EARTH.


So go ahead ask me what your WORTH,
And i'll say YOUR  WORTH MORE THAN EARTH!!!

Your birth chained heaven to earth~
A visible but invisible cord the doctors couldn't Cut,

BUT guess what these words came from the heaven in my GUT!!!


Written BY: Elliott Bowe

TO: Vienna Bombardieri
YoUrs TrulY thE DruKeN PoEt
 


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Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


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A Man with a big heart

               “A Man with a Big Heart “                             



I met Dr Austin, a dentist in Salt Lake City
Who is caring all patients with no discrimination  
At his high-end clinic, which is always been so busy:
It is hard to find a man like him in this nation.

His clinic is called Gateway Dental Arts, at the Gateway Mall
Which is so cozy with newest contemporary style,
Appointments are easy breezy with just one call,
His expertise is to provide patients to have a beautiful smile.

He works day in and day out tirelessly the whole year
His wonderful staffs all speak so sweet and dear
Encouraging patients young and old, not to fear 
When the doctor had to use all different kinds of drill gear.

Dr Austin didn’t care about money, that’s his principle
All he just wanted is to get the result of his Dentistry, a miracle


Written by Dr Ko Ko Thein  (a) Dr Mya Thein 
                       Salt Lake City.









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In Honor of the Bride and Groom

How may I describe the enchanting bride?
As my raven haired beautiful child who
has matured into a lovely young woman;
exuding charm and grace and the
sensibilities of a care giver yearning to please,
even the strangers she meets.

Her spirited nature makes her dark eyes sparkle
like the sea she works near; her moods are
mostly calm and reliable as the tides,
except for an occasional storm that may
suddenly appear leaving one drenched
by a cloud burst from a foreboding sky. . .
which quickly moves on with the swiftness
of an ambiguous March wind.

Her poetic personality affords her the ability 
to pen her whimsical nature and fascination with
fairies with which she feels a vibrant connection.
Her love for her cat speaks well of a non-verbal
communication they both are content to share. . .
A way in which she also silently communicates
with her beloved husband to be, the handsome groom.
Here is a fine young man with exuberance and
a dashing personality that shines so brightly,
one needs to don sunglasses while in his presence.

His spirit of fun and laughter brings out the best in his
future bride, leaving little doubt they belong together.
He is on a positive path of intended growth he joyfully 
embraces, ignoring the poor economy that might be daunting 
to a less positive person whose dreams have no limit.
He is a man who appreciates the inner beauty of my
daughter as much as her outer beauty, thus he truly
understands her and her humbleness, they both possess.

A connection of great intellect, tender hearts with a generous 
love for humanity would be the best way describe them both.
Both love to hike in nature and explore little known places.
Their ultimate goal would be to share their love with a child.
A happy couple indeed, on the verge of matrimony
in sharing a life filled with adventure and contentment.
May God Bless you both on your journey through life.

Note* My youngest, Michelle, will be married this Oct. 5th
to her sweet fiancé’ Daniel.

For “Epithalamium Contest by Dr. Ram Mehta”


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Potentiality

I am practicing with my intent at hand
Past the clouds of confusion that try to engulf my thoughts
Sensible to the moral of the insensible
Gathering the gladiators of the intellect 
They’re boundless in spiritual nature
I have fought back in the foggy fields and never truly faltered
This intractable ascent beckons my drive further
The nature of understanding the minds voices
They call to reach at times with a melodious character
Keeping at pace this time so measured that I occupy
Knowingly If I should hear its doubt cast its calling
My focus shall be wasted and bewildered
So I autodidact my philological mind in the lesson of will
Reaching the steps of change within reason 
Never to forsaking the trip  



(Inspired by “In search of the human mind contest” )
 By The rambling poet 


(Determination)


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Colorful town-Nicaragua

Narrow streets                                                                           
very small towns                                                                              
colorful cribs (houses)                                      

beautiful people                                              
huge hearts                           
houses made out bricks                                              

Lack of sources
poverty
reader says "indeed"

Green land
blue flag 
where the earth still bleeds

Political riots
government revels
civil war - Notorious

Colored people
big dreams
ghetto fabulous 

Third world country
criminals brutality
corrupted presidents - crooks

Tiny nation
giant citizens  
blood vessels , DNA - my roots


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Choose to be Happy

Choose to be Happy


I am happy because I choose to be; my life is far from perfect.

Others are content but I make conscious choices to be Happy and to be a positive person.

You don’t have to be rich or have a lot of money and material wealth to be happy.

Many wealthy people are poor in Spirit with all the money, fame and things that they have.

This Christmas Eve night as I write this poem I think about how I manage my money focusing on my needs first and then my wants.

I ask myself: Can I afford that? Do I need this? Can I wait for the store price to go down and get that dress on sale?

I hope that once I am financially stable with a decent job I can have a coat drive for kids age 1 through 16 in Trenton, New Jersey when every boy and girl gets a cute new coat and I hope that my story inspires others my battle with mental illness over 19 years…


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No More Sojourn



Sonnet, you beckon me with your allure.
Valiant ship from a distant shore
Resting, no more sojourn
Basking in glory of a distant past
Lowered mast once battered and blown
An emblem of pride and place
From boundless rushes, to a windless pace
Now laid bare of all innocence
Meekly, humbly retired

All aboard was the captain’s word
As the crew came rushing on
With hands on decks and the compass set
To carve a story not yet heard
A seafarers’ life of no regrets

While cavaliers seek their bounty
And fortune favours the brave
You set sail from old Blighty
Sending  the good and mighty 
To watery graves

Now in retirement you bask and bathe
As the tides doth ebb and flow
Rising and descending your mood does shift
Whilst along your flanks assorted remnants drift
In the silted bed of the Thames your now reside
Dancing to the rhythm of a seasonal tide
Whilst aboard, there is a tossing and a turning 
In the warmth of comfy beds
Lays the bodies of weary heads

Painted lady, red, gold and green
On my canvas you are drawn
As on the pages I do scribe
Of a beauty and a guile
Never to be erased from my memory
For your dye is truly cast,
Unforgettably.


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OUR PRECIOUS GIFT

On February 6,2010,
a little miracle came,
my daughters son,and
my grandson Spencer
Scott is his name.

To watch GOD's gift come
into this world is the most
amazing thing to see,
another family member on
the branch of our family tree.

At 5lbs.14oz.he is as 
cute as he can be,I hope
he knows in troubled times,
he can always count on me.

We hope that as he grows 
he will see how much we care,
and tell him all the stories,
and the memories that we share.


                 WELCOME TO OUR FAMILY SPENCER

                              LOVE GRANDMA


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To my daughters

To my girls
I want you to know
That I see you
As equals on every level
Not just my daughters
My little pink princesses
I see you as young women
Powers within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn.

Live your lives
As though I was still with you
Be free and fearless
For you can see
Life is so short
Take all opportunities
And shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
And I will be watching over you
Be good to one another
There are only two of you
The strength between sisters
Is a bond for life.

Your analytic minds
Will help you make good decisions
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating hearts
Will gift you many friendships
Maybe special love
All in good time.

You will never be alone
For you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With my passing
Your feet firmly planted
Will serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs
because that's how life is.
Always be true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.
Do not mourn my death
I am not going far away.

My illness has progressed
My time is nigh
There is a greater plan
One we cannot see
But we have had a great life
As mother and daughters
Our journeys together
live on in our memories.

My loves
I will hold you safe
In my heart
Now and forever
I will always be with you.


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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

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

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

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

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

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

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

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

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

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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Diamond Birthed Day

Diamond dawn softened cold clinical walls, smoothing harsh lines, soothing the sleepless with the lullaby of love. Blossom-pastel hues sparkled with crystals of dew; glimmering prisms of diamond-cut light, in the month of showers and flowering bowers. Red and yellow daisies studded dark soil like gemstones tumbled beneath the flower of the sun. Sweet peas twined a bright trellis of light; clinging like a baby's fist, curling around sunbeams, climbing a golden ladder of sunlight. Crystalline morning softly stroked your face: a sleeping jewel, gently polished by the early light of a late April sunrise.
dedicated to my little 'sweet pea' Jake, born 28th April 2009 Charlotte Puddifoot Motif: Nature


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Harbor Lights

you are as St Thomas….
          my friend
you are warm and serene
    
you are a tranquil isle
 in the midst of my chaos

thank you for your genial sand 
    and your amiable waves
        they hold me aloft 
     in my sea of sorrow

     you are a mellow place 
to disembark from the storm
      that sometimes rages 
      (a bit out of control)

you don’t try to change me
   you guide me to safety 
      in your kind way

your laugh lights me up 
  in moments of angst
when I flutter about 
    blind and wounded

Yes….you are just as St Thomas 
    with a balmy breeze
and endless ocean mystery
    brilliant in your clarity 
and sweet in your honesty

tropical island smile
     palm tree heart 
you sway with the tempest

a harbor with a beacon light
to shine my pathway bright

when rough times pummel
    you smooth the way
troubled Cobblestones 
        just disappear 
in the wake of your empathy
    (shoreline replaces) 
I see miles of infinite blue

and I can shine again 
    because of you…..


Dedicated to a very dear friend who has helped me and my heart in so many ways. To heal 
and to feel happy to be me. This poem was written to let him know how much he means to 
me.


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Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


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Two Warrior Hearts

Two Warrior Hearts

Two warrior hearts
Beating separately
The sound is deafening
Telling all other hearts to stay away
They have been alone for so long
Fighting different battles
Under a dark moon they meet
The stars fade away as they get closer
Their beating is the same
Sounding as if they are just one heart
One heart wounds the other
The other hearts wounds the ffirst
Cutting a vein in each other's hands
The weaker heart beats even stronger
That night they shared the sting of blood
Such passion erupts without a word
The two hearts become one
They are united for all time
They are not married
They are bound by blood
A stronger bond cannot be found
A Klingon love is eternal
As it should be when two warrior heart meet


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Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?

Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?

Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?

Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?

I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.

Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?

I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.

Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.

-10/5/2013


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Divine Mushroom of Immortality

Psilocybin psychotropica,
you are a gateway to immortality,
a gateway to angelic states of euphoria
spreading open the wings of our glands,
breaking the bondage of mind-ego,
pushing thoughts closer to God.

Ah yes,
flies lick the cap,
then they dance in drunkenness,
making them so much easier to crush.
Blast those dirty flies
and the plagues carried upon their tongues-
miniature horsemen
galloping forth from the saliva
of these vile, winged beasts.
-Thou shalt not kill-
But kill only those disgusting flies,
please, kill them all!
Yes, kill them all!

Everything else should live.
Even inanimate stones breathe,
just as trees 
can hear us passing by.
Atoms waver, pulse,
twisting all about,
until reality can be seen as a 
gigantic interconnected organism,
constantly moving and breathing.
Breathing.

Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer
showed his patch of magical mushrooms
to the rest of the gang,
sharing the secret of flight,
enabling dear Santa Claus 
to fly around the world,
spreading the joy of psilocybin psychotropica
with everyone else.
Oh, the wonders of Christmas!
Lights and sounds
warping,
morphing
into scents and colours.
Rascally little elves
causing havoc in the kitchen,
spiking the eggnog with spores-
and we grow tall,
we grow small,
we are having a ball,
jumping through mirrors,
flirting with Alice,
exchanging recipes of cookies, cakes and brownies,
visions of sugarplums dancing through our heads.

Never want to go back,
the rabbit hole is st r  e  t   c   h    i     n      g,
exit seems so far away
as angels fluff pillows
for our sleepy heads to rest upon.
We dream,
talk with the dead,
watch spirits enter wombs
at the point of conception,
so that Grandmother can be reborn again.
And again and again and again-
an infinite string of galactic spirituality
waiting inside of this manna,
eternal life found in the spores of the 
Divine Mushroom of Immortality.





*I do not advocate substance abuse,
instead I am describing a Shamanic vehicle of spirituality.
When ingesting magic mushrooms,
especially potent strains like Muscaria Angelica,
make sure to be around people who you trust
and stay away from artificial lighting and television....


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The Men Sport of Persevering

The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is 
like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers
decides if I like going down or hate getting up.

Yeah, they saw it. Eyes on me. The ubiquitous 
air is still hear. My ascetic body
still functions on this field of men.

Fighting for friends, flying around full speed.
Go! Go! Go! Epitomizes our support.
The brain yells stop, but the heart whispers fight.

Hard work minus teamwork equals intact pants.
Hard work plus teamwork squared equals a smile.
Perspiration in the eye, never felt better.

The weakest link of our chain better power up
because he who pays the piper will call this tune.
Turns out, I couldn’t cry over spilt milk, if it didn’t spill.

As celebratory we were, we endeavor to looked opportunity
in the eye and purloin her work clothes, 
before she is out of sight and out of mind


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When I Look At You

When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t lose touch with you
When I look at you, 
I prey upon happiness and I never knew
That you mentioned me in your dorm
When I look at you,
My mind wraps all around you
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high, 
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you had the best of dreams
When you wake up,
I prey upon your energy and 
Soar like an eagle in the sky
He watches over me as years pass me by
Our friendship is too good to be true
We’re so lucky to have each other…
Weep no more, for your name is carved in my heart
There shall be no more death…
Bitter, worthless clouds spill out remorse – 
Depart and be gone!
I’m waiting to say “greetings” to you
I don’t have the strength to fight the battle
Endless thoughts spiral in my head
Making me feel awfully dead…
Many things are left a mystery for a purpose
When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t forget your name
When I look at you, 
I prey upon your joy and I never knew
That you mentioned me in an optimistic way
When I look at you,
My mind is overflowing with delight
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high, 
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you have the best breakfast
When you wake up,
I try to prey upon your glory, 
But you swim away like a swan in a sparkling lake
I wanna give you good advice…
I don’t wanna roll the dice…
I don’t wanna be a living sacrifice
I wanna throw away all of your pain 
I’m trying my best to reach the finish line
It’s hard to forgive the words you utter
It’s hard to forget and forgive yourself 
For the wrongs you’ve committed
My mouth kept running like the sink water
And my mind went numb and you seemed to be bothered
Pick up the shards of glass and show me some direction
I don’t know where to go from here…
But, I must keep a positive mindset
I’m not attempting to get you upset
When I look at you, 
I feel that I’m invisible 
You see right through me
And I reflect anguish and confusion
Have mercy on me and don’t be frightened
Disappear, thoughts of sadness
Reappear, thoughts of gladness
When I look at you,
I see…a joyous, gorgeous face and 
I sense that you’ll have a bright future
Just keep shining...with all of your might
God is near your side...leave behind all worry
Don't you know that you made me taste your glee?


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Where, When, How, Why, What

Before the dark obscures the sky, I sat gloomily looking out of the window, wondering why wishing one of the stars tonight will glide and send you smiles right here in my heart: a feeling that cannot deny creeping worries and gloom-----sinking to the bones of my fear, I close my eyes, hope and pray. Here, my heart trembles, fear of the unknown ghost of formidable weather in the origin, and what a pal humbly does, not to close the jar spills the ink, not to count the molecules on air if possible, pull down all the stars above all in her wish you’re at best right where you are. More thoughts of you, in succession comes lighting the pent-torch in search of love ones my echoes traverse, emotion balances: still, the fleck spreads out and runs in a glut sacred novena uncontrollably flooded since the start my ranging gloom. However, excitement of our plans await scribbling countless words….I wish my break swiftly comes on its wings ink profusely flows releasing conglomerations of feelings outpouring all the words from a pal’s warmest embrace dream once dreamt printed on my hymn: the pledge and the joys how we shared once through pen light and happiness: worries no more The power of ink, words unfold surge and drifts away as my fingers open a glint of hope, I’m waiting
Jan. 21, 2012 Nette, my dear poet friend and very talented kababayan come back home now, please. This poem which I hardly tried to write with the inspiration of one of your super winning poems is not primarily for the contest; (‘though I’m entering it) but, for me to send all my warmest thoughts of you. We’re missing you now here on soup. I hope you're doing well and hope to see you soon. Third Place Contest: Netted by Words: Her Silvered, Tender Web Judged: 2/19/2013 Sponsor: Poet Cyndi Macmillan


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Undas 2012 -- Day of the Dead

There I was, for the second night, visiting you.
It’s that time of the year again
where graves don’t seem so lonely,
all lit up
with flames, flowers and faces 
I find it so beautiful, Undas...

We all might be contained
within our own circles, 
but thoughts and feelings are somehow linked—
similar in remembrance
of what was lost, of what is loved.

This time always reminds me of regret.
Oh yes, my sighs are so pregnant with them,
giving birth to a nursery full of wailing cry babies.

Death.  
Of someone, of something. Of anything.
How final it seems. 
So much lost, so much taken.

Then the operative word, “seems”, jumps out at me.

I am reminded of grass razed by fire,
seemingly dead—hopeless.
Brown, dried, burnt.
Some might leave it be and move on with their lives.
But some
might dig beneath the dirt, dust it off,
then they might find hope.
The roots are still there, alive.

A second chance to make things right.
To nurture it better this time around.

Maybe, this is why I cling so hard to the thought 
of an afterlife.
Why so many people do.
I don’t want to think of death as The End.

You’ve graced my life, our lives with so much
and I still catch myself seeing you in other people.
In this manner, you are still very much alive.

This is also why I kiss the day that you were born.

You were given to us, albeit for a short while
but you are still here in some other ways,
and I am thankful for that.

I light one of your candles, whisper my prayers,
and something touches past my right hand.
(Ah, I’ve always felt that certain emptiness with that hand.)
I see what it is, and it embraces my heart.
It is small yet so profound for me.
A white butterfly. 
Choosing that moment 
to flutter past me, touching me in that darkness.

It lands on one of the leaves of your floral arrangement
and stays there with me.




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** For my brother, & to all my loved ones who have gone on. I also want to dedicate this to all who have lost their loved ones, either recently or long ago—the void will always be there, but the memories & love that they have given us will never be forgotten in our hearts.

Undas is a yearly tradition here, where most Filipinos flock to the cemeteries to visit their dead. Ok, I will not rule out that some go there not exactly to visit the dead but to join in the hmm, festivities (if walking through cemeteries is your thing), being with friends, eating, since of course there are lots of food stalls present during this time.


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Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


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In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
me,
when I tarried 
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.

Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.

In your footsteps 
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?

Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?

Well I’m sorry 
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?

Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!

But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day 
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married. 
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.

And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow 
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!


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Slam the Slam, Shall We

We are all born 
To a world seemingly full of interesting diversity
But why do we slam each other
Instead of accepting and living together
Do we not need each other’s support, sometime? 

When we slam others we forget
We slowly shut the door on ourselves
And stop growing except bloating in size
And wasting precious resources
Which are meant to be shared amongst all humanity.

Each one must grow to mature somehow
And learn to endure the adverse
And the idiosyncrasies of things around 
That change constantly on ground
In a collective effort to blend human needs with nature.

Is anything permanent except history?
So why not make it memorable 
For us and future generations to cherish it
And build newer avenues and rising ever higher
Through cooperation and mutual respect.

We need to knit a grand slam team
Of entire humanity
To go onwards and upwards
Like steel alloyed and put to steam
Whose frames do not corrode easily through time.

Alone we sure fall downwards
And perpetuate the differences
Those obliterate our collective achievements
For creation is difficult to achieve 
But easy to fritter away on triviality.

Slam kills the feelings of care and love
Spreads hatred and scares the dove
Warmth of fellow beings brings succour
Allowing unimaginable feats to occur
So let us slam the slam, shall we? 


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This Cold Morning In December

Some memoirs are just hard to erase because they are sorrow,
That cold morning in December last year!
When I peeked through the window,
And I unsealed my lungs to breathe in
A breath wandering for warmth, after a glance of frost!
Whoever knows how cold it’s in winter, will accede with me,
How hard it’s to swallow the cold breeze.
Looking back in the review, blazing wood.
I may need a heavier duvet to shelter me,
Or an open wing willing to cover my skin,
Towards only a single memoir of a touch!
This warmth is for today not for tomorrow,
Princess shall you cover me like you cover your own skin?
Look out for warmth?
Erect a tepid fortress for only two of us?
Because I believe in you, I believe in us.
Another cold day in December,
Should seize with you ubiquitous.

All Rights Reserved 

T.m.T scripts 




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The When/Where

My love 
For you 
Is not confined 
To the line 
Of this space time continuum
This feeling 
Is not linear 
Or even spherical 
In fact 
It’s just like a tesseract 
No matter 
The floor 
Or the door
You are where I am at 
Got me trapped 
Wanting more 
Got me reeling 
I am not blind 
But my mind 
Is not seeing properly 
Got me thinking 
About the nature of reality 
How this lovely feeling 
Is beyond anything
Such upheaval 
I need to transport you 
To a level 
Far above the clouds 
With my love 
Where we can be 
Our own entity 
Beyond mortality 
Completely wholly 
Combining the two halves 
Of our soul 
The illusion 
Of this temporal institution 
Fades 
Revealing the true state 
Of our union 
A fusion 
Of chromatic schemes 
Of eclectic dreams 
Mi amore 
My love 
You are my everything

p.d. you truelly are the when/where of my exsistance.


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Never Enough

I always love more,
and it kills me in the end.
I always give more than I receive
and,
even though I cherish each smile like it alone
was responsible for moving the world,
it was never enough 
and I was never enough,
but we both knew the teams weren't quite even
and each was playing by a different set of rules.
So I gave you all I had and
took out a loan to give you more-
leaving my heart hungry so I could make sure
there was always enough to fill yours-
and you gave me what you had 
and I cherished each glance like it kept the oceans churning.
I pawned my soul and shed my skin-
leaving my bones cold and aching-
so yours would never feel hollow.
And I gave you everything I had
and loved you with all my strength
until my heart gave out-
and yet I still managed a few more beats
for good measure-
And you gave me what you could but
it wasn't enough
and still I cherished each ounce of your love
like it was the last breath ghosting across my lips
in one final offering to you-
"I love you."


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Mali's Day

I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down just before this rain
started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream

so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna
and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues
didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine
We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew

Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free
And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues
In real life feeling good was good enough for me

From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun
That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls
Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun
Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold

On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away
You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her
I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee

To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose
Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me
Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free
Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee


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Portrait of My Grandfather

Written by Gail DeBole on January 26, 2013

Whiskers and wisdom all in one. 
Generously and gently protecting us.
Every grandchild thought they were your favorite.
You in your long johns at night.
Joking during the day like Groucho Marx.
Sleeping in your favorite chair.
Smoking smelly cigars that callously killed you.
And yet I treasure one of the boxes left from those smelly cigars.

The farm was not the same without you.
We were not the same without you.
I was too young to know.


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Birthday Unicorn

I gift you this unicorn
Beautiful and wild
He’ll carry you around snowy clouds
Where angels sing lullabies
You’ll drink the morning’s virgin dew
When the dawn star flames in the sky
He’ll glitter and dance and prance
And bring lilies for your feet
Beauty, purity, mystery and magic
He’ll take you to eternity
And when night shadows, dark and deep
He’ll curl beside you in protective sleep

By -Tahera Mannan
Dedicated to one of the greatest poets I’ve ever known, PD. 
A very Happy Birthday PD.


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Ground of Formless Realities - Ground Zero

Ground of Formless Realities
Ground Zero

AN APPEAL TO MAKE IT ONLY A GANDEN OF GOD- A PLACE OF PEACE
AND NON-VIOLENCE ONLY.


( The poem is dedicated to all those who lost their precious lives on 9/11)


My heart aches and emotions start bleeding

Remembering the pain and agonies of those

Who lost their lives, while we all remained watching only?

Cursing the helplessness, that we 

Could not do any thing to save 

A life, a tear from eyes of mothers and wives;

Brothers, sisters and lovers or beloveds.

Or the dear ones, who were there, just inside. 


The disaster was happening, right 

Before our eyes full of tears.  

The glaring fact of brutal and unforgivable deed

Tearing apart its people hearts in pieces and a nation’s pride 

Had moved the entire world except those

Who believe in the faith of violence and misdeeds?


Let us keep now that place ‘Ground Zero’

A place of Peace and Non violence

Where kindness and love can be seen in every branches and trees

Where Nature may exists in its serene beauty and coolness

Let there be no bricks and walls 

No pits and falls  

And no sound of any kind except the 

Sound of kindness and love and the music of nature

Which we can hear coming from birds and flowers

From plants and trees and water running streams.

Let us make it a Garden of God.,

In the memory of those who lost their lives

And kept their nation’s pride high.


Ravindra

Kanpur India 10th Sept. 2010

DEDICATION: The Poem is dedicated to 
all my fellow Americans. 
And this dedication is not only from me
but from all the peace loving people of India. 
We are with you in the hour of your grief. 
Ravindra 


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Happy Birthday Handsome



~I wish for you today~ Peace, Happiness, and Love; abundantly May your footsteps in life lead to prosperity ~I wish for you today~ Your heart’s greatest desire That you are granted the knowledge you require To put away the pain and let go of that blazing fire ~I wish for you today~ Strength to endure and overcome The challenges you face in the name of your son So you and he can be in peace as one ~**I wish for you today**~ Vision to see me as I see you Courage to see us as one and not two Faith to trust in me and comfort knowing that I Love You ~***I wish for you today***~ Blessings from the one above That he guide your way in life and love I wish these things for you today I pray for them everyday Happy Birthday Handsome Lay


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Hapi Godess of the Nile

From cradle to grave the sun baked
the skin leather, un-oiled
and rain did not fall
for Isis with held her tears.
From the bloody care of womb
children popped like bread from
the oven of women, the urns of life, 
earthen were their colors
ocher, saffron, and 
some as black as basalt, rich…
with a Nubian glow.
How the small ones squeal
at the wadi’s edge.
How the toes of man and beast
dance at the skirt of mother Nile, 
sensuous, rippling with the wind,
or placid in the doldrums of summer sun.


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Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard


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The Lion's Tale

Hear the Lion roar above the rapids

Hear that Lion roar;

But what if this Lion would roar no more?

And nothing was left for him to roar for.

His home is gone; His land been taken; His children ran; His life forsaken;

And though the Lion may roar above the rapids; That will be the last we’ll see

For if you can not be happy then why bother being free?


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Thoughts of You

Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.

Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.

All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.


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Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.


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'I felt it too'


I sometimes still picture you Laying there Not saying a word Just staring at me You said so much in that few minutes Not sure if you ever realised it You said things with your eyes We were both, Too scared to admit Neither of us uttered a word - Just the understanding of a love shared There is only one thing I would like to add to that night Just the words “Yep I feel it too” The chemistry The love Uncomplicated And yet it meant the world Our alone time will always be treasured, I know you're still with me Just not physically But I do feel your presence In the music The weird things and times That reminds me of you… Our time was short together, But we had the best of times Without a label being attached I still want you to know “Yep I felt it too”
Written by Wilma N. Neels Dedicated to a dear friend that passed away on my birthday on 25 December 2006 060920111445


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The Brave Man

Along the highway 
of Heaven
there's a brave man
who seeks the truth
about the beginning
of the universe.

He came by the light 
of immortal designs
wearing a badge of hope
aiming for an eternity
God had given.

He conquered love and beauty 
with its essence
spread its wings
of devotions to behold
deep inside his soul.


With his pure heart
traveling with love inside
fighting his way with the demons
to see the Almighty's haven
and live forevermore


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Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


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Draconian II

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

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

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

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


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Sacred Tears

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.” – Washington Irving strongest love known conveyed by tears, not words powerful the person allowing tears to escape walls that hold a captive heart essence of true compassion sharing sacred tears as a loved one mourns
*Entry for Russell Sivey’s “Challenge - 8 Lines Max” contest by Carolyn Devonshire, October 9, 2011 Dedicated to Joyce Johnson on the loss of her brother


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Cowgirl Up

Rise at first light.
This cowgirl enters up to ride this day.
She dawns her hat, for this is not any day.

Ready to pay her dues.
The sun will beat down,
hot and hard is how she'll ride.

Cowgirl up!
Into the shoot we go.
The blood pumping, muscles quivering.
Ready to go!

The gate slams open.
Off we go!
 My mustang and me,
to round that first barrel.

Away we go!
Rounding our second barrel.
Sweat trickling.

Thundering down to that third barrel.
We round that barrel,
the dust will follow.

With a war cry, 
We head down the long path home.
Followed by cheers and jeers,
she crosses the line!
Cowgirl is up and paid her dues.


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A BROTHERS LOVE

Though the winds of hardships blow,
And the storms of life, have rocked
Our worlds surroundings.
You've always been there for me,
As I've been so for you.
Turned upside down, and inside out,
Crushed beneath emotions tidal waves.
We've waited out together, the currants
 Shifting tides of life.
Symbiont siblings, cast outwardly, into
The vast expanse of humanity,
Struggling to survive, against the harsh
Reality’s of life beyond, our safety net,
That once we called home, is now gone.
Only in memories photo albums,
Can one recapture it's warmth, and 
Embrace the inner innocence, of
Childhood again.
Orphan’s of ages regrets, lingering
In tear stained silhouettes, I'm
Still here for thee, my sister,
A brothers love remains, to comfort,
And console, such a kindred spirit
As yours.
I'll try to brush away pains sorrow,
Easing a trouble  brow, leave your 
Wows aside.
Until the healing day of tomorrow,
Does shine upon us, not to worry,
Dearest heart for it will dawn.
So while yee rest, in your quiet
Slumber, remember I'll be
Watching over you,
My dearest sister.
Hopes faith lives within me,
I'll shoulder it's responsibility,
For the both of us.
Until you awake, and are
Restored once more, 
To be cherished by those,
Whom love thee the most.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


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Parasitic Life Form

It‘s alive!
A life form 
Thriving on hatred
Reaped from societies
Greatest blunder 
Like lighting
Follows thunder  
We are following our ancestors 
Reproducing civilization   
Mistake 
Disregard the fact
That we are all human
our blood is red
I smirk when I’m contented 
And shed tears when I’m poignant
We are all equal
cease  this schism 
And trounce racism


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To a poet and a lover

Close to the moonlight

I place my verse

they are still deficient

when compared to your love

 moonlight is meant for the night,

your words for the millions

my poetry for you

we are [ moonlight and my words] your slaves….


Dedicated to Wayne Hill...who was formerly known as Michael Wayne on Poetry soup 
 


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Road Weary

Many a soul has traveled this road,
this road is called the path of life.
The path is narrow, the trail is long,
there are many bends curving left and right,
hills dot the landscape here and there,
and potholes are scattered everywhere.
Everyone knows where the road begins,
but no one is sure if it has an end.
Dry bones of those who failed the trek,
lie hauntingly on both sides of the path;
you cannot dwell on to whom they belong,
for surely they are those of both friends and foes.
Such signs are warnings to the weary souls,
who are thinking of resting along the road;
you better not falter or halt to catch your breath,
all must indeed continue onward at a steady pace;
life is not a short, swiftly run, full bore sprint,
it is instead a long and painful endurance race.


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The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


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This Thing Called Love

Twas just the greatest treasure,

that Mankind has ever found. 

Yet its bounty is not hidden inside a chest, 

nor buried underground, 

It won,t be all piled up and shining in a mound, 

You won,t need a key to unlock it, 

in fact it,s not even bound, 

Yet it can be found, 

by just about anyone, 

from a panda to a hound, 

You do not need x-ray eyesight, 

nor ears that hear the slightest sound, 

No, this thing-a-ling almost anyone can bring, 

In fact its all around. 

It comes from deep, deep, deep inside, 

with blessings from the Man above, 

It comes sometimes in an instant, 

sometimes it nestles in like a glove, 

What is this one thing, 

that makes you want to sing, 

and live peacefully like the dove, 

It introduces all Queens to her King, 

Why of course, 

this thing is Love.


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Teacher

Filled with

Humility,humbleness,humour

Tenderness and toughness.

Oh,Teacher.

Salute you with all sacredness.


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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier


Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
 beaming 
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 


Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
 
White
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
 
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 


So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!


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Aussie Mousse

Aussie Mousse

Do not heed to the woman doing your hair 
Mousse Styli santé ' committing one hard stare 
Sprays raid every time she speaks Sally & Sheila, 
keep your bottle above the temperature peak.

Aussie style, alcohol free verse 
All the hairspray in the world
Will never shy away your phat
Splat ‘splat’, your ignorance is fat
Pick up that double chin,
My good friend'
All that blubber!
Will never burns like rubber!

Here is a buck, Color your hair blue 
Like the horizon in the sky 
That picture on your wall will never do 
Something in your right eye' is a lie' 
Shed off a few pounds Add some flexible support to your Wonderbra 
Your hairs all flaky Your hairs all sticky How about adding, 
Aussie to maintain that look? 
Your old one's wearing off

 3-29-12  
 


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Demon In My Closet

There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say
 I have kept him there safely, each and every day
 Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray
 He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play
 I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways
 
It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay
 Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate
 The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay
 But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand
 He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding
 
Something more suitable than just a standard branding
 A mark of a book, a devils open handing
 A demon to help me through troubles and fears
 A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears
 He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers
 But I think my favorite time is where leers



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One Day

An unlikely couple
with that rare happiness you only see in movies


her hand is cupped in his lovingly
and his smile is so genuine it could outshine a full moon

their conversation is held strictly in their blissful gazes
but what they say is obvious

for them there is no other existence
no other life but the other

and even as they grow old
gracefully, with now wrinkled smiles

there is no couple like them
as if he were Adam, and she Eve

I watch them daily
with hope of a love only to be compared
by the difference between the heat of a steaming cup of joe
and a glass of ice water dripping with condensation

to have bliss like them
I would...No, I will be complete

One Day


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One Wish

As I close the door behind me… I stand upon the porch.
Every day I leave here… becomes so much more bitter sweet.
I found the money yesterday so I could pay my note,
But what about next month or the others sure to come.
I raised my children faithfully under this old roof, and…
Memories abound, like the raindrops that hit upon my roof.
Yes, I admit leaving here will cause a little pain.
But the day-to-day struggles have striped away the gain.
Where once I held on steadfast… now I waiver on that thought.
Instead of seeing comfort, now it’s the struggles I have fought.
The food upon the table… outweighs the comfort of this house.
But yet, my heart still bleeds for what will soon be lost.
How to tell the children… it will be hard at its very best.
I’m sure they’ll rail against it and cause me more pain, yet.
But I can’t expect them to understand, this old grownups shame.
I promised to protect them… so today I’ll continue on my search
A job or a little money may pop up from anywhere, you know.
All I have to do is keep my feet planted firmly on the ground.
God will provide eventually, even if it’s a step, or two, or three down.
Every day as I close the door behind me and I stand upon this porch…
I say a little prayer and add a little wish…
May tomorrow find us better off than here we are today…
And may others please be helped like us… as we try to make our way.

CSEastman


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Egungun Festival Togo, Africa

Long have me feet walked..bare upon de earth of mother Afreeca.
Days, passing in a flow’r chain round de brow of de morn.
De sacred drum calls wid de heart beattin of de Hougan’s soul
Afreeca’s soul ...

Long, long, de walkin from village mounta’n citie 
to the hounfour ... de temple of de people. 
We walk joy’us, and penit’nt and pleadin‘.

Mama carries de food gift fer Ogou Balanjo on her head,
corn meal she ‘as ground fine. "Ah, de poor sick child"
De glass beads aroun‘ Mama’s neck shine
like her tears in de sun an de sweat on her skin. 
We ‘ear de rattlin‘ and de drummin.
Dust of de many feet rises.

'undreds and thousands of worshipers pack de square
in front of de temple and dance red, gold, orange swirl 
honorin‘ our parents and der parents.

Long, long, we dance, we dance, and de Loa arrive ...
Mama falls possessed by Ogou Balanjo ... 
De white robes of de pure at heart, and does wid de white faces
dance de prayers, de priests returns from de sacred grove
white rock, egg white of wealth and happiness

de year will be good ... de sick child will heal ...

Long, long, the world has spun in a daisy chain
Around de sun............







 
























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A new Newtown

The innocent souls. The little angels flown away. The dedicated. Perished.  

Agonising. Touching. Demanding answers. A town held in the grip of
 unfathomable mourning. A world shell-shocked. What next?

Some serious soul-searching .A  real newness . Country. Community.
Newtown, there has to be new paradigm  shift.   There has to
be a new beginning . A dawn of non-violence. An end to a cycle
of mass shooting tragedies. A new chapter. A secure future.
 
The sights, the sounds, the terror, the grief. Should people live
in fear? Feel helpless , weightless and exposed? No. Innocent deaths 
of 28 people that touched the hearts of  many across the world
because  we are all the citizens of this world.  We therefore demand a 
world that is safe, habitable , just and peaceful.  A world in which the
sanctity of life is of paramount importance.  Let us contain the emotions
and find lasting solutions . 

Let us find solace in that it is possible to arrest the situation.  A newness 
of love, security and peace must be collectively and individually ushered in. 
Though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death you WILL not 
fear no evil. Death you have been defeated. 


To the parents, teachers, schoolchildren, the community, and the
country, the world mourns with you.  It shares your grief. Be strong. 
Be comforted.  Our  hearts are with you. We offer our  prayers.


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Beams Of Light

.
                                          Radiant beams surround soul
                                         ~Feel flow of powerful touch~
                                            Within being fully charged

                                       Energy light to release to others




(Parise Pariku)


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Sweetheart Cake

How awfully dull eating soup would be if one didn’t have some Sweetheart cake Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of it? Well let me divulge to you what it is… It’s this luscious multi-layered heart-shaped cake hmmm, sort of a cake within a cake that has this rich, yummy filling substantial yet very attractive too It’s made of the finest sugar, the softest flour that sparkly, glittery kind—Italian I believe oozing with extravagance and sweetness that has this super special flavor in it There definitely is none like it but it really is unique and special, as only Sweetheart cake should be, and it has the finest chocolate curls too Having one slice isn’t enough since Sweetheart cake calls for more it’s made to be shared and loved, to be super generous and super sweet! One gets inspired through Sweetheart cake bet you’d be churning poems left and right So yup, soup would definitely be dull without having a piece of this super special cake I’m really happy with Sweetheart cake, and like they always say, there’s always, always room for dessert! And I love it that way!! **September 18, 2010** hugs to you Linda & Irma! written for Irma’s Linda contest :)


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Only because of you

Only because of you...

Hopes closed in,apocalypse seemed better
waves of remorse swept me to the depths,
darkness as pitch black night  ossified me.
My sorrows ,my blues and me .I..

Lost,a loser.. I was tagged ceremoniously
dumped  upon mind's  dusty attic...Then,
a slight wiggle you did, a soft kick 
within my womb my being read .

My seed within me feeding on my loser life's sap
from vessels that I once longed to slit,
roused my head away from the vices of the world
urged my lung to breathe and  brace, a new beginning.

You burgeoned me ,filled me up,my baby 
drained my blues off, drop by drop,my baby grew
took my hand and led me on to meadows green
You and I , our chord of love unsevered.

blurred visions .frumpy fears, weary thoughts
all chased  away by years of  magical love
A shining gem ,my darling daughter, says to me
'Take care,I need you more than you need yourself!'


08.02.2013
for the contest,Chasing the blues away.


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Danny Boy

DANNY BOY 

Look Danny Boy.
I'm not your class of girl
You still own a He-Man classic toy.
While I'm rocking someone's world.

Your slamming has style, if I want to be put to death.
Your rapping style has me yawning, 
when you say P.D. come get me, nobody loves me
Must I add myself to your life support.
Give up the depression you made it threw an abort
 
I know this is a trap.
Your slam to me was full of crap.
Come on Danny I smell a rat
Give yourself some dignity back
Stop writing as if your on crack.
Don't tell me you got writers block.
Right after you got hit in your rack.
Stop writing as if your in shock.
Like pancakes I want you to slam me a stack.
You claim that I am easy to knock.
If I do not respond back,
I'll use the excuse my computer just got hack.
                ((LOL))
Take it easy on me Danny C, 
Do not hurt me thinking I am your enemy.


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NightwisH

**Inspired by the band "NightwisH" and the cover of an EP record. So many shades 
of silver created a haunting feeling that never let go of my mind. **

My eyes close and I NightwisH
Sliding into another moment and place
Condemned to my universe of charade
Illusions of you govern my repose

And you posture steadfast...gazing
Your long, silken, glacier white hair
Besets your Angelic crystallized face
Save your eyes...which are bound by onyx

Pupils shaded a dappled, arctic ocean hue
Fervent and enticing, digging into me
Lips slightly parted in pale pink persuasion
I am overwhelmed with insistent anxiety

Fusing into the surrounding snow
All things appear a silvern haunt of gray
A steel shaded tunic frames your outline
Shrouded about your featured soul...taut

Heeding wings now outspread to eternity
Nearer to me than heretofore, I ponder
Feet not impinging the Iced Earth below
The pallid blue eyes of you penetrate my heart

Striving to glance away...to capture my breath
I cannot evade your gaze, your elegance
Embracing my crown into your depths
My vital force fills with abysmal hunger

A new day breaks, to thaw the minds frost
My snowy Angel evanesces into rainbow disguise
I suspire until the eventide envelopes the sun
The moons fire glistens into another NightwisH

© 2011 Kevin Stock


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Portraits of My Grandmother

Written by Gail DeBole on January 26, 2013

Portrait One

You thought that they were crazy.
Watching the news each night.
Your explanation was simple.
Crazy.  The killers, the liars, the cheaters…
And I snuggled next to you.
Thinking how overly-simplified your conclusion was.
Your shoulder making an excellent pillow.
Your apron always on.

And after the news was over
You were back in the kitchen taking care of…
Everything and everybody.


Portrait Two

In the video…old video…it’s now a memory.
You and your sister
Talking and laughing.
No sound video.
Can’t tell what you are saying.
Can only see the love between 
You and your sister.

That will have to be enough.
That’s all that matters.


Note: Part of the Portrait Collection


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Heme aqui Jesus

Heme aqui Senor!!
me tiro a tus pies.
Heme aqui Jesus!!
multiplica mi espiritu en dies.

Dies mas para adorarte.
Dies mas para servirte.
Dies mas para humillarme,
y dies veces mas quiero amarte.

Heme aqui Senor!!
despelleja mi piel -
traspaza mi corazon;
Jesus, yo quiero serte fiel.

Heme aqui Jesus!!
mandame en fracciones
a predicar tu evangelio,
y a profetizar a las naciones.

Heme aqui Senor!!
derrama tu manto apostolico
para derribar potestades,
principados y espiritus diabolicos.

Heme aqui Jesus!!
tu gracia es eterna -
enciende mi espiritu como a una linterna,
por que tu eres la verdad, el camino,
y la unica vida eterna.

Heme aqui Senor!!
que se cumpla tu proposito.


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Reflections of a man

A man is but a vision,
Cast by his lifes shadows.

His heart is pressed with the vise of his own desires.

Scared by the wrongs that he has endured,
Yet his hopes and dreams have not faded.

He stands strong and proud,
As firm as a rock within a mountain.

His roots buried deep,
So that he may drink from the waters of life.

His reflection is not unjust.
Its that his picture is not yet finished.


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I hack you

I DESIRE AND DREAM

AND EVERY  CORNER OF MY HEART

EXPLORES YOUR LONELY WORLD..

I SEE YOUR HIDDEN TEARS

TRANSCENDING MY EYES..

THEY MELT LIKE ICEBERGS.

THIS LIFE IS FUTILE

IF WORDS DON’T REACH ME

AND EVERY MOMENT IS ACCURSED

TIME IS ALWAYS CALLOUS

FOR THOSE WITH A GOLDEN HEART…

BUT MY ARMS WILL REACH YOU 

BEFORE THE SUNSET OF MY LIFE..

I HACK YOU IN MY DREAMS FOREVER…



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Dreams Of Fallen Idols (An Unpublished Thank You and Ode To Walt Whitman)Pt2

The answer has been my motivation,
keeping me awake through the night,
keeping me in love with my passion,
the language of my forefathers,
The answer has been given, inspiring
those before and after his own words,
Yet it rests clear as day in one
of Uncle Walt's most prized pieces,

The answer is my reason for choosing 
to be any and all that I am,
The answer is the most beautiful
phrase known to my amateur ears,
The answer, I say, as he comforts me,
as I begin to tear up from his guidance,
"To contribute a verse"
"To contribute a verse!"

I answer proudly to  my most revered teacher,
And as if new sight has been given to me,
wiping eyes, I make a promise to my fallen idols,
Saying with the fury of fire in my follicles
"To contribute a verse, and by a child's love,
a man's honor, a student's respect, and a writer's creed,
I intend to...I must...
I shall...I promise..."

With new confidence I am child and man,
With new hope I am afraid and fearless
A child of my ancestors, a man of my word,
Afraid of failure, yet fearless on my journey,
An impossible journey that ends at death,
For death decides if my promise is protected,
Waking to see the world as a blank page, 
I will blindly find my way to immortality,

Not for glory, not for honor,
Not for praise, nor for fame,
Merely for a promise to yesterday,
and a responsibility to tomorrow,
With hope, I walk toward the unknown,
unafraid of the outcome of my travels,
With intentions of contributing a verse,
and  more importantly, finding myself ,
within my own words...


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Silent Rhythm


I lay upon the cold dewy grass,
Beneath, blackest blanket.
I am a sailor of the land,
Yet, a citizen to none.

The night is perfect.
A silent rhythm, I hear.
In the stillness of the wind
In the weaving of the stars

The rhythm,
Deaf, to all senses
Yet, at home,
At home within my heart,

Night,
Your constellations, tell your story,
My heart beats, to the rhythm,
My story, to be told.

The Rhythm Divine.
No longer, mere desire,
No longer, mere passion,
But, the very breath, of my being.


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UNSPOKEN (Please Read)

I sit, crumbled on the icey bathroom floor, shivering, head between my knees
fighting off the nausea. Sobbing Lost, Alone, Ashamed... gasping for breath,
burning from the inside out. Silent Screams fill my lungs bursting to release,
needing to rid the disgust! Broken, Battered my heart torn to pieces,
each tear like a cold blade down my fiery cheeks. Nails digging deeper into my palms,
Crimson Cresent Moons show my Pain. You look at me and Smile with those Cold, Lying
eyes. PIG! MONSTER! HOW! WHY! OH GOD WHY! I wish to scream at your Ugly Face!
I continue on suddle  locked in my prision. Flashbacks that make me Nauseaus,
Cringing inside. Tears that haunt me, reminding me at night. The aching in my 
heart Hollow and Stale. Tho I walk, you have stolen the Innocence of Life from me.


I would like to dedicate this to all the Women, to all the Children and yes even to
all the Men who are or who have been victims of sexual abuse. Every 2.5 minutes
a woman in sexually abused. To all my Brothers  and Sisters, to the Torn and Aching Hearts
stay strong, one day our tears will be heard.

Love,
Ashley


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Whitney Elizabeth Houston: Gone Too Soon

A Tribute to a beautiful Lady with a beautiful soul...

A melodious voice was her forte
With perfect range she could sing anything
From nursery rhymes to R & B love songs
She rendered each one with perfect pitch

Her voice seemed to  sparkle; as clear as a bell
Thrilling audiences in church; filling concert halls
Nurtured by her Mother who sang Gospel tunes
Always her mentor at home and on world tours

Her gift was eagerly shared with young and old
How love for her expanded our globe
This journey was not always kind to her
She was taken to places she’d never been

And the  world was saddened by the change
Fans and family prayed and she survived the fall
She came back broken; we cried and loved her anyway
Whitney Elizabeth Houston, another genius at her craft… gone too soon!!!
RIP!
~*~

02/11/12


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To whom it may concern

to my cyber girlfriend
to you who've been so sweet
you who own a part of my heart
that whispered love so deep
with you i've shared a part of my life
my way to fall in love
and given you a piece of me
though we've never touched
i've never even heard your voice
but i've known your heart so dear
we've spoken often of being together
though separated by an ocean of fear
we send each other kisses mine east your's west
and mail electronic letters wishing for the best
to you i give these words
for you have been faithful to me
an undying love you will always have
no matter what becomes of me
if i should never see or touch
your beauty with my eyes
just know your words of love
they meant so much
i'll carry them until i die


(for my puddin)


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Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.


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Romeo and Juliet (Our Story)Pt 1

Heavens smiled upon my being
at the tender age of ten and four years,
For the elation her beauty projected
through my blind eyes reborn sight,
Thus by such a miracle the eyes of mine
decreed that she and she alone was beauty,
For within her smile, upon her lips, and
more so within her soul, she declared me,
and me alone to hence forth be invited to
dwell in her heart by the name of Romeo,

Our affair, though innocent, became fueled
 with the intense desire of a hell flame, yet,
was equated with the youth and innocence of
a rosebud, and as a rosebud, bloomed to display
the enchantingly enticing emotion of love,
Creating scenes of romance that neither Shakespeare
nor any other poet could express with diction,
Thus, as I write of reminiscence, with words
that woo my will of wonder, despite the beauty
within such words, I degrade by virtue of degrading,
the true scenes of romance born between 
myself and my love within those moments

Thus the scene remained as such, until that day,
That wretched, unbearably cruel day of reality,
in which my Juliet was forced to depart from
the shelter of my affection, by the will of the parents
that created her for me, moved to a new life, a better life,
for new work and more gold, miles and miles and miles
away from the comfort of a love perfect by definition,
Bidding farewell broke my spirits, my heart, but never
my emotion and affection for my fair Juliet, thus I declared,
forever and forever and forever again I shall remain her Romeo,


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Breathe

A mother
fervently whispers
her prayers, her vespers
to the heavens
 
Each word is
a beat from the heart,
a breath for the soul
 
A tear drop
that falls in an ocean of prayer
It makes a ripple
that reaches the shores
of other hearts
which in turn,
beat and breathe
prayers
for a daughter
who has a beautiful heart,
a loving soul.
 
The heavens
have been listening all the while,
smiling, waiting for the right time
to blow that breath of fresh air
into a life already filled with love…
 
Angel wings flutter in the wind
as it reaches heaven,
God sends the angel back
to blow that kiss of breath…
 
The heart swells in love,
as her new lungs expand…
She breaks into a smile
that brightens even the sun—
 
She breathes…
Free
 
 



 
 
For Jenn T. ^_^ 
 
 
 
02052012


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Sister, You're Remarkable

You’re truly unbeatable…
I’m so tired of living in fear
You’re remarkable…
And yet…I feel the total opposite…I wish hope would draw near…

You’re truly irreplaceable…
It’s so hectic outside…
You’re very vigilant and I’m very irritable
My eyes are sweating…I’m a coward by your side

You can call it jealousy
You can call me horrid names
You can call it envy
But, I look up to you… because you’re a better writer than I
Laura, promise me you’ll be by my side
I love you…though it feels like hope has dried
Don’t crumble me up…consider my voice…
I trust you…you’re like a best friend…but it’s your choice…
To leave me behind…
I know…it seems that I’m blind…
I’m greedy and your beauty shines on
Your writings amaze me…you are a lot of fun

You’re truly amazing
I’m, on the other hand, not a good enough poet
You’re so fascinating
And yet…I feel that we’re not on the same boat…and I know it…
And that’s not all of it…

You’re truly a genius
It’s so cold outside…I’m freezing out here
You’re very nice and full of greatness
My heart is beating profoundly…I’m a loner, wandering away in fear

You can call it jealousy…you can say that I’m weak 
But, I respect you, Laura…I love you immensely 
I love my whole family…they fill my heart with glee, not bleak 
I don’t envy you…I appreciate your sympathy 
Towards me


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I surrender my self -for m

I see that you are here
I wonder how it will be
sensing our connection is far reaching
I know that we have been in this show together before
our roll, our movements like the stars, 
slow, deliberate, smiles reunited

does it show...

when I think about it
I understand it less and the shade is pulled down and sleep occurs

all those years
all those close calls, you approaching
so close to me in the pattern, 
somehow we both know this
somehow I remember - little packets of light carrying the story to me
over the greatest distances it arrives stripped of its details,
a ghost mouthing the words as it fades into oblivion

I remember you clearly, so long ago
remember that song and the way you moved,

I see it when I look into your eyes,
where I was once forbidden
now I am drowning in them,
when we are together

I see down into the pit where the saint sleeps
you rest the eye,the time, and the memory

I see you

see the hills and the valleys roaming
and the great expanse expanding
in those golden rings, the sun burns
something compels me
something like this
pulling me into the show

into your eyes
I surrender my self


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At First Sight (A.K.J)

 She never heard this,
but sometimes, I remember
the first time I met her,
A 5th grade boy, seeing a girl,
who defied the laws of reality
with the abundance of beauty
that was given to her alone,
One that helped me know myself,

With one glance I was awakened,
an ignorant young suitor who knew
only that a fairy-tale was set in motion,
and that life now had purpose,
If only to hold this vision within me
to alter my perception of creation,
A vision of perfection that can only
be equated with sublime grace,

For if man could witness heaven
in a dream or in a premonition,
Then at best, man would know
nothing of what my eyes beheld,
For I, a boy who never believed in
perfection, was stunned by the
sight of it in definition, saying,
in that moment, " Dear god,
Why was I alive before now?"

.


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Laughter is Indeed the Best Medicine On Hand

A day’s of hard work,
and serious issues to handle,
though some hiccups may arise,
in order to erase these hiccups,
we need to have some fun,
and laughter is only the best medicine,
to cure on these hiccups hands on,
for this, 
we may not travel afar,
just take a look at Indian politics,
quite laughable as it is,
wherein a number of issues,
had come to the forefront,
mostly related to the cap on cylinders,
and the FDI in retail,
wherein a number of politicians,
cast a number of political ambitions,
of becoming the National leader of our Motherland,
but have no concern for the citizens,
living in here,
wherein the bridge between the poor and the rich,
gets wider and wider,
it is not the pursuit of political ambitions, 
which the citizens want in here,
it is the solutions to various problems,
which they want,
and as such there is no politician,
as fit enough for this purpose,
are they really fit enough,
is the question and as laughable as it is,
it is time for the younger generations,
to take the plunge into politics,
wherein they need to cast over their fear,
and political apprehensions, 
and save their dear Motherland India,
from all troubles,
and to make their Motherland into a Paradise!!


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A Poem for US Citizens And Politicians

 
NOTE: This Poem is dedicated To all those mother and fathers Who have lost Their dear little ones In he recent US killing. Ravindra A Poem for US Citizens & Politicians No words can console The grief stricken hearts of those parents And of your people Who have lost The pieces of their hearts in the killing. No remedial measures Can restore those lovely words Which used to pour honey In the ears of their loving mother and father. When they were live The smiles of these ill fated children Used to fill the hearts of their parents With strength, kindness and love And faith in God. Now since these angels Are no longer alive O’ Almighty God Kindly strengthen their shaken hearts O' God As they have lost The most valuable part Of their life, love and happiness Their dear loving children. Others can only express their feelings For the tragedy in which these small children Have lost their lives By the merciless insane killers Who are the outcomes Of the gun culture only. Every sensitive heart in world Would pray with wet eyes For those sweet little boys and girls, Who have lost their lives for no sins of their own. Let the wise politicians and law makers Poets, writers, Painters and Musicians Social activists and thinkers Of America Taking a lesson from this incident Should change those laws Which give birth to such heinous crime makers And mad law breakers. Ravindra Kanpur India 22nd December 2012/b>


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Catching Fire

Catching Fire
Some of us are watching the skies for works of fire
While some of us are quietly catching it.

Which are you?


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September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


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FEELINGS FROM THE HEART

I am writing this letter from my heart and soul.

I feel I have failed as a wife,mother,grandmother,

granddaughter,sister and friend.If I keep going

I will just cause more sorrow to my family and friends.

You have all given me love and some support but it

would be best if I just ended it all.My date is set for

November 3rd.That is my father Mahlon's birthday

so Happy Birthday to you.I have put a lot of thought

into this and if I am gone I will cause no more problems

in your life.I want to tell my kids and grand kids I Love You

dearly but this is the best for everyone.Thank you to the

Pierce County Sheriffs and staff for all you have done for me.

                                                            Take Care
                                                             COLLEEN


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My Notebook

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

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

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

But, you’re like no other . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Am I - A Good Mother

Am I ~ a good mother Does she ~ feel how much I love her Can she ~ see the sacrifices I make Will she ~ understand they are in her namesake While my mind and heart were at war My “hero” ~ had something in store She ~ rescued me once more With a phone call from 700 miles away Enthusiasm in her voice ~ she went on to say “Guess what mommy; I have to write an essay” Topic:”The most important woman in my life” Her words gently removed depressions knife She ~ pulled my spirit from home in the dark afterlife She ~ continued with a few questions for me Answers she already had ~ all I did was agree If only she knew ~ how much doubt filled my mind “Am I a good mother” ~ how could I be so blind Is it wrong for me to be so far away Will it hinder the bond we’ve held since her “birth” day Without being burdened with question nor task She ~ rescued and reassured me in a flash Now when in doubt or I can’t find my way I pray my guardian angel answers ~ as she did today Down on my knees I will look to the sky Thank God for the blessing in her eyes Thank him for hearing my cries And for delivering my reply “Mommy listen as I tell you why” Lay


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-Patriae Infelici Fidelis-

PATRIAE INFELICI FIDELIS
                  (Dedicated to my Sister Patricia in South Africa)

“Faithful to my unhappy country”
etched to my ancestor's cress
a millennium years or so ago
in a sorrowful ravaged
war-tourned Engel-land.

How their hearts must have cried
for peace to reign
over their country
and their town of Stopford
now known as Stockport
in Cheshire county
for the dirge to change it's tune
The pity is, that still today
that motto rings out true
though the country
now is a different one
faithful I will stay
to this the land of my birth
this confused and unhappy
South Africa


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if i were an IPod

if i was an iPhone or maybe even an iPod
you would turn the speakers up just to hear me speak 
and we'd talk
if i wasn't just a dog

i would be with you all the time
and we'd even go for long long walks at night
if i could be something else that could be seen
then maybe you would see me 

if i was a TV 
maybe you would pay more attention to me
or even if I was just the remote control
i would be the one you always want to hold 

if i was your Xbox or even just a video game
then you would sit with me instead 
and we could play games together everyday day

if i was your brand new car 
together we could drive under the stars
and as long as i can ride with u 
i dont care how far we go or what we do

if i was your best friend
i think of all the time we'd spend
but im just a stupid dog 
i'm cant even tag or post on your wall

but you were the one that picked me up 
you picked me out of all the other pups
and for that i wouldnt change you at all 
i will come every time my name is called


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Eternity

One day we will be gone
Forever more away fom this mortal life
Away from pain and sorrow
away from struggle and strife

Until Judgement day when we'll all meet again
and watch our lives,
our victories and mistakes,
and play them back like Tivo

We'll meet again i promise
one day we'll hug and laugh again
We'll be happy and joy will have no end
When we live for eternity


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Sidney Poitier---To Sir, With Love

*** Deep in the face of dignity, there is a talent undefined by race Undefined by a simple phrase, designed for praise because of grace He raised the bar, he paved the way, he played each part with nobility He forged his way, he carved the day, with courage and humility In a racist world, he earned respect, where few before had found the way He crawled inside each role he played, and gave them life, so deep within He wore the skin, of many men, with a gentle wind's resistance One early role, that stirred the pot, a plot that pledged his love's fair skin Yes! Shocking some!!.....But soon he'd find, applause for wedging understanding A cause that spiraled racial growth Another role where deadlocked chains, with ankles bound, were fugitives while on the run, we cheered them on........and viewers too, unlocked old ways "To Sir, With Love" above, beyond, his art would teach us how to change "Mister Tibbs!!"........he said it clear!!....."Don't call me BOY! Don't you dare!" We believed in what we heard, courageous rage, that we could cheer! He sang with nuns while we clapped hands.......they built a church in desert sand He won awards for gentle grace, and won a place in history He warmed the screen with soul and truth, and paved the way for striving youth who want to be a legend too, be it black or white or green or blue Bahamian bred, Defiant One, Ambassador, Freedom's reward Against all odds, he logged his time, to change the tide of narrow minds A winsome smile, with deeper lines, that swayed the Lillies of the Field...
____________________________________________________ For Franks Contest: 6/21/13


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The Dream

Hands held high like a bed of roses.
Red all around like a sea of blood.
You scream for me with shock in pain.
The sound that froze me and made me stare.
I turn my face to see you in a white dress,
like a lonely angel in the demons world.
Swiftly I come and stand by your side,
fearing the sight behind my eyes.

I carry you with my burned rusted hands
but the pain is little compared to the love that I have,
running from the shadows, we meet the naked red hands.
The hands that try to pull us to the shadows
but I am strong and shall not wither.
I clasp the angel of my broken soul between my hands,
the white twilight of the lost space of my heart.
I will fight for you and never back down.

I stumble to my knees and hit the shredded knives,
that bloodied the white dress of my only love,
but scream I do not for I am the hero of the hazel eyes.
The eyes that stare at me with shock and fear.
The devil within me struck out and hit life,
making me scream with my eyes filled with black
and all was silent.

A door appears in front of a mystic light and I
open it with my bleeding knee.
Blinded I am and my eyes burn like fire.
I was laying with her by my side.
Her scent killed the numbness that filled my mind
and all was gone when the dream was done.

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9th place in "The dreams. contest.." 


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In Your Arms

I don't know why I can't stop thinking of you.

I know you don't like me, at least I don't think you do.

I know that I like you.

And everytime I see you I want to jump in your arms!

I believe that you are the one for me.

i just wish that you knew how I felt i just wish i could tell you what you mean to me....


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Its Simple Really

Pure love is
two people
sharing one dream
while the other sleeps

Its simple really....


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Socrates

An eloquent stutterer he was,
whose anecdotes were luscious and true
he lived in the days of aesthetics,
but had no comeliness in size or stature;

His teachings were unadulterated and void of fallacy
Ipso facto he was condemned to the gallows,
he tasted of the legendary hemlock potion
And died before he lived.


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Drunk in the City of Angels

Drunk in the lost city,
lost in the vase beauty of the angels
drunk, smoking on park benches.

Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps,
looking at me;
a one of a kind.

No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A.,
beacause I am a one of a kind,
a gentleman, a drunken buffoon.

I hurl myself at the bars,
and the whores look at me and smile,
and I wave them over, and they come.

40 bucks for a night a good fun,
a night of exotic pleasure,
in the heart of the sleeping angels.

Drunk walking,
two in the morning,
police stop me, sleeping on a park bench.

Warm always warm,
never cold,
the city that is lost.

A city known as the city of angels,
yet how many devils I have counted.
How much evil I have seen,
how much temptation rules in the gutters.

Walking drunk on madness,
in this dirty city,
as I look for a bar before last call.

I find one,
I go in,
order a beer.

I drink with pleasure
I start to write,
I light a cigarette and smoke.

A grey cloud forms around me,
"Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts.
I raise my hand, he comes over.

"What will yah have?" he asks,
"Another beer and my check."
On the house, free drinks, on the house.

After a night in the city of angels,
I find myself a cosy park bench,
and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.


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The Brother and the Sister

Once upon a time in the great darkness of life there was a young boy and his twin sister. The boy went through life defending his sister making sure she didn’t get hurt and saving her from all the pain he had to endure. The other kids in his village teased him and beat him every day they saw him but he still fought to give everything to his sister. Then one of his greatest fights came along a wild dog had wondered into their house and was looking for food. The boy saw the dog going after his sister and rushed to push her away as the dog bit him instead. As he felt the dog’s teeth sink into his shoulder. The boy realized that not only had he saved his sister but he had doomed himself he hadn’t used enough caution when saving her and now he has to pay for it. He smiles at the dog and gives it a hug before saying “Thanks do what you need.” He closes his eyes and waits for the end but he only feels the wild dog slowly release him and walk away. The boy’s wounds heal and he lives still sacrificing everything for his sister but as time went on he saw his sister begin to hate him. Finally the boy was about to reach his seventeenth birthday when a very cunning very powerful wolf descended on their home. The boy fought with all his might he fought to save his sister but not even when he finally asked his family for help but they were to scared to afraid of the wolf. but the final strike was dealt to the boy as he faded in and out of consiousness the boy saw his sister being taken away by the wolf. as the world faded to darkness the boy said his final words to his world he was leaving behind. "Dear sister I'm sorry I was never strong enough never cunning enough to truely save you I have failed you and with my last breath I wanted to say I love you.


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Blind Faith

Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest


At the end of days,
the earth displays its anger,
Clouds part,
heaven awaits,
choosing life,
I depart.


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Glimmers of hope

The candles we light in honor of your name
Reflect the brightness you gave to our lives
Burn away at the darker side surrounding
Giving way to freedom's path for your spirit
Helping bring healing to the hearts that miss you
Binding you in mind, faith and prayer
So your memory can live on and bring comfort
To those that walk in hope, with you beside them


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The Angel Who Never Knew

She was an angel
But she didn't know
Life was hers for the choosing
But she chose to let go

Her whole life before her 
But she didn't know
I saw her fall from heaven
The day she let go

She fell into
My broken arms
All of my charm
Only caused her harm

I cried the day
She went away
I close my eyes
See her angelic face

She didn't know
She could save
What does it matter
She went away

And I hold her name holy
As the ghost she now is
My only wish
Is she knew how to live

Life is so fragile
In the arms of an infant
Possibiltiies endless
Endlessly infinite

I remember how 
she could smile
Made shattered dreams
Seem worthwhile
I could do anything 
Under her gaze
It was me she saved
Then ended it all away

Why did she leave me
To figure it out alone
Why was she helpless?
Why was she cold?
Angel unknown
Please return to this presence
For reality without you
Is never as pleasant

The thought of her
Awesomer 
Than you can imagine
She kept me going
By reviving my dragon

Invision a world
Of no material
All in existence
Live in indecision
For no one knows
What they really want
They want a world
That's not enough

And then she returned
To carry in peace
Her healing touch 
reached inside me
I know she's there 
Though I can't see
I feel her halo
Watching over me
I feel diseased
Then it went away
In the same fashion
As she did one day

One day abruptly 
A realization
Was my life
Really worth saving
I'd trade for hers 
On any plane
Because an angels special
Until they're gone away


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Gardener

This poem was first published in ‘Stone Voices Magazine’
—a publication that truly emphasizes spiritual realization.
It appeared in the Fall 2013 issue.


“Gardener”

My hands are the hands
of a gardener,
fresh with soil, sunlight, and rain,
with the breath of flowers
and kisses of moisture.
I sprinkle seeds over the earth,
like a holy man sprinkles sacred water.
The soil: grateful for my blessing.
The birds: grateful for this small fare.
I chant incantations and listen
for the growth of roots,
for the rustling of sprouts,
pastel green and tender, spiritual
and uplifting.
I rain dance and praise the sky,
hold my hands to the air,
forming a small bowl
for the rain to fill,
to be the stimulus, the birthmother,
the liquid that makes
the garden whole.
I ask the sun for waves
of light, the breeze
for strength and circulation,
the fertilizer for sparkling minerals
that infuse the roots, stems, and fruit
with vitality.
On my knees I dig
with bare hands into the soil:
my hands, like intimate dancers,
lead the busy prolific weeds
to another existence, to their rebirth.
My hands are the hands
of a gardener,
fresh with soil, sunlight, and rain.

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From my fourth full-length collection of poems

©dah / dahlusion 2013
all rights reserved

My gratitude goes to publisher, Christine Cote
for bringing my work into her spiritual realm,
and for sharing with her readers one of my poems.


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When I Think of you

When I think of you...I
wonder how such awesome words
from one’s sincere lips, can captivate so many,
how you are able to make
each individual feel so special.
I wonder if I am in an illusion
when your explicit cheer penetrates
this old negative mind of mine,
with the power, turn one’s eve of darkness
into the dawn of enlightenment,
when your comments of positivity
come flooding into my P.C.
Some days when in a pensive mood,
I wonder if the giving of so much love, from you
has a price to pay.
‘Does one retreat into one’s own minute world,
a place where secrets are stored, emotions snared’
Or is it through your poetry, that which fulfils
my daily habit of browsing ‘Poetry Soup’
hoping like hell you are there, to relieve
the pressure of the day?
When I think of you, many scenarios rush through
my reflective mind, visions of you sat there, armed
with emphatic emotions tapped on to the keyboard
of poetry promise.
I visualize also ‘Golden Girl’ So aptly named
in a different role, that of a loving mother and wife,
one of simplicity that delves in ‘Common Sense’
a down to earth no nonsense lady,
with a sense of humour, one of homeliness
passion and intelligence.
But where ever my visions take me,
whatever illusions dance around my head,
one aspect I’m sure of:
This sweet lady ‘Mandy Tams’ Is one lady
I truly call a friend!

© Harry J Horsman 2013   
    Mandy Tams  Golden Girl of Poetry Soup


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My Living Breathing Poem

“I’m reading your poems, Mama”
She wrote while we were chatting online today
I was thrilled
What could give me more joy
Than to have my 19 year old 
My only child, the light of my life
Read my work?

Then she typed…….
“I read it, Mama
The poem you wrote about Daddy, 
 ‘He comes looking for me’
It’s so pretty, Mama….I cried”

A warm feeling came over me
Joy…..
Yes, joy!!!
Joy that my words had moved Shereen
Or...or was it because she loved her daddy so much?

“He didn't blink an eyelid when I told him,” I grumbled.
“I know, Mama!
He isn't emotional
Be patient with him, be patient.”

I smiled
How she loved and defended him
He had just returned from Cyprus
Where he had spent several days with her
I could not go
My teaching schedule always clashing
With our plans to be together as a family
Not emotional?
If she could only understand

He had cried on his way to the airport
My husband...
The man who never cries
Who doesn't show his feelings…
He cried remembering their goodbye

After having given her a last hug
Right outside her small rented flat
He was surprised to find her on the street
She had rushed down after him
And there she was
Flagging down
The borrowed car he was driving

Waiting…wanting
One more hug from Daddy
The big college girl
Living away from home
In her own little studio apartment
There she was 
Standing in the cold
Wanting yet one more hug....
From her daddy
He cried
She cried

How she loves him
This man whose genes 
Seem to have dominated over mine
In creating this living beauty...
Her curly hair
Her complexion
Her height
Her beautiful shapely body
It seems that she got everything from him

But wait…..then again
She got my heart
My love of music 
My depth of emotions
The luxuriant thickness of her hair
YES! I MUST and WILL take credit for that
She inherited my love for writing
She already has a poem published

My little girl
My 19 year old baby
Who reads my work
And sheds tears
She is my living breathing poem
The best of who I am
And what I have to offer
The best of my love
My greatest accomplishment
My daughter….
Shereen Natalie Ghali
My legacy to the world

Eileen Manassian Ghali


PS......if you want an idea of Shereen's writing ability, then look up the poem she wrote for me on my birthday...It's entitled...The Month of May- My Daughter's Tribute. 


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MANGALYAAN--VOYAGE TO MARS

_________________________
MANGALYAAN ( VOYAGE TO MARS)

_______________________
It is alright how we came.
But one cannot deny our presence.
We are in the Mars club.
found our way ahead in a bicycle!
No one helped us to be here.
It is our Vedic skills,
made way for cosmic dreams.
If you like it or not,
we made our entry silently.
We may have used a bullock cart,
a buffalo for our space ship.
Cow dung as fuel.
Does it matter?
It is not to conquer Mars.
Just to be there to do our bit.
Entire universe is a puzzling mystery.
The more we are in,
the more we entangle in the puzzle.
Depth is so deep.
Neither end is seen nor beginning.
But there is hope.
Hope in and for humanity.
Please wear your DESIGNER HATS
We wear our turbans.
Please do cartooning,
But do not mock at us in a cartoon.
It is not for mockery but for good taste.
Let us do something,
useful for humanity.
Not to make a Nuclear winter out of greed.
We chant a hymn.
a mantra that reaches beyond galaxies.
A couplet for our liberation.
Om Shanti, shanti, shanti. 
(Peace on Us, Peace on us ,Peace on us)


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To My Mother on Mother's Day

To My Mother 
On Mothers Day



I thought and thought
What gift I can give, to my late mother
On this auspicious Mother’s Day,

A gift for my Mother,
Who passed away from this world, 
Many many years back, on Mother’s day.

She must be living in peace,
While living on earth,
She was my inspiration and my precious teacher.

She charmed everyone, who got a chance
To meet her,
By her simplicity and love and selfless devotion.

Her melodious singing and playing of Violin,
Defused the gifts of poetry and writing in me,
Because of you perhaps, O Mother dear. 

She taught me the lessons of Music and Poetry,
Of life and its duties, not by taking my classes ever,
But by teaching me and others, what actually was our real duty,

She silently taught, the lessons of kindness and love,
Of facing the ups and down of life,
Without being sad and disturbed.

She taught me to be firm and sturdy in life,
And to never feel forfeited and disturbed,
Even if, success was no where visible.

How great was your greatness, we could not know it earlier,
You gave your precious years to my motherland, O Mother 
Sometimes directly fighting for our freedom, 

While in your remaining life, you cared and inspired, 
Even my father, to not only sacrifice his entire young age,
For the cause of India’s freedom, 

But also to write books and create, poetry likes Patradoot,
Which father wrote in Faizabad jail*, 
And dedicated it to you, O Mother dear.


Many decades have passed, when this great book,
In Hindi was written by my father,
Depicting the India, as it was around 1932.

O Mother, to day, on this great Mothers Day,
I am dedicating English version of that great epic to you,
So that the world may come to know,

The real life beauty of this great story*,
And the beauty of this gem of a writing of my father,
Which shines once in a blue moon only, 
On the horizon of poetry.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 9th May 10

  
* Story.	Hindi name Patradoot and in English ‘The Messenger’


* Faizabad jail.	My father( 1899-1994) late Dr Amarnath Kapoor devoted almost his entire young life 1920-47 for the cause of India’s freedom struggle, as a follower of Gandhi. During his long imprisonment in Faizabad jail, he wrote ‘the Messenger’ as a unique story in poetry in Hindi & secretly sent it to my mother, The Messenger was published and circulated 
in Hindi around 1933-34 with the result, the British rulers confiscated my father’s printing 
press for ever and its publications and again put him to jail.  
			


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Your Eternal Flame

During the Christmas holidays, a candle is continuously lit.

It is to your memory to let you know that I’ll never forget..

 

I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette.

Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table.

You would be proud of me, because eventually I pulled myself together.

I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn’t be here forever.

You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel!

 

This candle, along with your memory helps me to heal.

It’s kinda like you’re right here with me.

I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree.

Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name.

 

Inside my heart resides your eternal flame!!

 

Note:  For Billie Jean Alexander-Lopez...RIP - May 1, 1937- July 26, 2007



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Power of Your Love

To a Bride and Groom

You have the power
over my love
to make my day rain or shine
it all began the day you asked me
"to be mine" and I wrote my name
in blood, on your hearts
dotted line
the power of my love
to fuel what feeds within me
pounce on me as a tiger
humble me as a mouse
your strength envelopes me
as if standing in an unbreakable
glass house
you have the power
over my stare, as you glare
into my inner spirits soul
those who dare to try to divide
I heed them to beware
the power you have over my love
leaves me content, without a care
floating together, we share, in
true loves enchanting bliss
what started years ago, with a friendly
hug, is reincarnated within every
new days kiss




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On Turning Sixteen

On Turning Sixteen

At sixteen seconds you cried
And so did I 

At sixteen minutes 
I held you and you held me
by the heart

At sixteen hours 
We were heading home
and our family now 
numbered four

At sixteen days 
Our family was conflicted
Our little man now had a
problem; daddy had another 
child in his life …

At sixteen weeks things 
Were getting crazy
Long nights, loud nights
Son and daughter now
Starting to find companionship 
Comforting. 

At sixteen months
little sister stare,
her hero brother.
Steps becoming strong and sure
Beautiful golden-brown hair
The skin, the smile on waking,
Umber eyes

At sixteen years
Driver’s license
Self-assurance, doubt
Edge of womanhood
Brother and sister BFF
Fleeting childhood
Undying love
Happy Birthday


To Ceci from Dad on her 16th birthday (7/01). Much Love.


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Oh Captain My Captain

Light the way
for the thundering seas
and quivering winds will
not stop us     nay
only to make the stronger even more
so

so
take your place at the front
as you lead the few brave
amongst us.
Dead be it not, nor sin be it death
for I know not to forget
Teach the more of tomorrow
lost at sea
Take them aboard the ship of the land of few
Oh Captain my Captain
so much
so few
to stay true
Oh Captain my Captain
Lead on
So these virgins that make much of time.
They gather thine rosebuds
Even whilst they may
Teach on my Captain.
So these  few believers, still dare be bold and be true
These few poets, sucking the marrows of life, still seize the day
So thank you my Captain
So few of us make it to live, just to die, knowing
they never lived.


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The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.


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I'M SO PASSIONATE ABOUT POETRY...

... That maybe I need to ratchet it down a bit,
      Least I appear too annoyingly enthusiatic. (HAHAHAHA)
         But I want you all to know,
             The beauty of poetry 
                 And my appreciation
                      For all it's form 
                        Or where it came from
               

                        Is my heart's most fervent passion..... 

----------------------------
THE WORLD NEEDS MORE POETS!  HAIL POETRY SOUP!!! MORE, MORE!!!!    :o)


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I lay my tender heart

I lay my tender heart at your feet
and my soul and very being I surrender
My desire and quest
to fill your heart with joy
and summer
by the sweetest of emotion and affection.

To stand by you
to provide and protect you
a bond so strong nothing can tare it apart
until death do us part
and later
we meet once more
in a much better place
once again
reunited.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


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Not Such A Noble Knight

I'm a noble knight
But in rusty armour
My horse isn't really a horse
but a stubborn mule
I came last at Knight school

My sword is bent
my armour full of dents
I see a Dragon or a fight
I run I take flight

In fact I'm not a knight at all
failed the test
to fat too small

The only damsels I attract 
are Damsel flies from the trees
But still I dream

One day.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.


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A Silver Swan

Palatial...
Zephyrs spring tide 
Winds gently blowing in
Greeting the dawn; elegant 
Twilights sweet farewell  
As colourful banners sway
Amid its summer breeze kiss
A chorus lines reflection
Gazing about this, golden
Pristine pond lovely ballerina's
Pirouetting atop these perfect 
Waters preparing to grace 
Poetics mirrored stage...
Her sunsets encore.


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Stone Mason

Stone

Stone so solid so strong
keeper of warmth,
protector of strife,
crafted in to one’s image
guardian of the ones you love.

Mason

Builder of dreams
creator of solid foundations
master, mistress of the arts
carver of love
adept in architecture.

Together

A Temple of love.

A Mason
in Stone,
where one can enter
and become whole
with paradise!

© Harry J Horsman 2013   


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Central Park Looks Beautiful When You Are In Love

Central Park looks Beautiful When you’re In Love


Central Park without the gates of heaven screens;
     It’s heavenly, a poet daring to dream
  Harps and golden crowns of evenly bliss paradise

  Twilight, nylons and panels in the park;
  Where Lover dreams come true with sparks;

Behold the beauty, behold a lover.
Poetic, artistic, romantic, trees and sky liners 
Central Park the gates of heaven in clear view;

 It’s heavenly yet powerful; Poets dreams 
Cristal, Ruby, Diamond, Sapphire Pearl or gold
 Or just chilling its tares amongst the weeds
Strolling or experiencing it’s where lovers meet;
Colorful hot air balloons circle the park
 Bollywood again and again after dark


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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



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The Gracious Woman II

The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection
Everything she goes through in life is a lesson
Her beauty is of essence such as her presence
Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing
The courage that she brings
Screams a strong woman destined
With the passion of a soldier at war
She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more
Qualities that must be adored


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Yoga

Patanjali sat with folded legs
Breathing deep and free of will
Timeless movements checked and hidden
Sound of water, no other thought
Arising from earth, water, fire, air and space
Senses stilled as the dream within
A secret place, a master desiring nothing
Soul in peace, a vow of purity
He sees eternity and far beyond
His soul undying, primeval
The jewels he carries within
The red ruby lights up the senses
The orange carnelian brings creativity
The amber radiates confidence and courage
The emerald is forgiving and kind
The sapphire brings forth the truth
The amethyst awakens intuition
The diamond connects the Holy One 
Come says Patanjali
Close your eyes and your mind
The very centre of your being
The jewels are hidden
Discover them thru meditation
Come says Patanjali
Make this life worth living...

Patanjali- founder of Yoga

Dedicated to all the wonderful people of my country.


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James Marshall Goff

Jimmy, do you still drive the big truck
Across the ice laden roads
And swear magnificently at lady luck
When she breaks down with your loads
Of good-natured joy and faith
O you are such a child of insatiable desire
This strong defiance that mingles
With forest creatures like soul akin
This friendly poet of passion that spin
Sweet tales of his familiar places
The honor is mine to love such a friend
Roaming woods and yet to me unmet
Where every wilderness for you a garden
Of undiscovered righteousness
I love the barren, bleak landscapes
That figure your rage
Against the fuel of our discontent
Slavemasters and rip-off wage
I love the beauty of your constraint
How you paint that into words
How you chain that with your words
And then to gloat in childish wonder
At falling snowflakes and flying birds.


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I knew it was you approaching -for mcf

Here
it comes again
to where I always am...
waiting, watching, so hungry my eye.

When
I was alone
waiting in the wind of a different city
wearing the absurd clothes of my youth
I opened all the windows and doors
because I knew it was you approaching

Now
again you stir the air around me
feathered in like a sweet hot wind
singing, dancing
tumbling along

and yet
I am still
and you are always arriving
some how I always knew you were close

But you never
slow down to let me smell you,
hold you for a moment

like I remember

on the hill, in the sun
the circle of trees happening
something I can only glimpse
and some how I think you know

that the sun warmed our bodies
the trees circled around
and your eyes reflected the sky
on the hill
in the now and always
blazing summer day


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My Family

Family Oh my Family!
You are my one and only,
I'm here 'cause you are there,
An inspiration of everything.

Family Oh my Family!
The only one who loves me,
The only one who motivate me,
The only one who carry me all the way.

Family Oh my Family!
An unbreakable one,
An important one,
A reason why I'm here 'cause you are there.


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The Queen of Hearts

Known as the Queen of Hearts,
the card of death,
that kids the Joker and kills the King of Spades,
The Ace of Spades shivers in his boots,
when she strides by in havoc.
Her beauty is what gets you,
so watch out,
when she comes rolling on by.
She is deadly,
like a black widow spider
ready to attack at any moment,
so watch out for her,
when you deal the deck.


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On bended knee

On bended knee
I hope you know
Of how much I feel
my heart bestow

For now I offer
my hand my love
a golden band 
and pure white doves

Perhaps you'll arrive
in princess carriage
what ever you want 
the perfect marriage

Through happiness
and sickness too
I've one true love
and that is you

So if you'll say yes
and marry me
through all my days
I'll cherish thee


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My Grass Daffodils

                           Dedicated to my neighboring Agri. University Lawn, Kanpur India.


My Grass Daffodils

The Sun was trying to hide away, 
The Stars were yet to shine on way, 
The trees were silent, 
But the breeze was a little violent. 

In the fading golden light of Sun,
I was lost in simply watching, 
The spreading beauty of Yours in abundance,

The ravishing beauty, was trying to stop me to leave,
To hear and to feel,  the music of winds and Daffodils, 
Coming from the swinging and singing grasses,
From which every year comes out, my yellow daffodils.

Every year I wait for them to come out,
Every year they wait for the raindrops to shower,
To show their short but enchanting appearance 
On the neighboring grassland. 

In those memorable moments, 
Which sometimes I have spent, 
In the alluring company of my sweet Daffodils, 
I have tried to take away with me, 
The swinging and singing splashes of my grass Daffodils.

They come out every year, 
In several hundred thousands of numbers, 
When ever the rains start showering its love, 
Only on the grass lawn of Agri. University.  
I often try to understand, how even a thing like grass, 
Can be so beautiful and so fascinating, 
That, any one can get lost, 
In the eternal joyous singing and 
Swinging of these Grass Daffodils.

In mild rains they bloom, without rains they died away,
Like humans, who gets faded and dull without love
And one day fades away or become jealous or cruel,
Without the tender care and love. 

Every year you fascinate me, every year I get lost in you,
O my childhood friend from where you have come,  
And to where you would go like a mystery of life, I do not know.

Once the rains are over, 
You vanish like the diminishing light,
Like me you also seem to love,
The rains and its mild showers, as a blessing on us.

I know like humans,
You also do not like too much of rains,
And too much of showers,
Which can spoil the beauty of your petals,
And the beauty of you, my amazing Daffodils. 

But like the Grecian Urn, you will continue
To bloom and smile, 
On the grass lawn of Agri. University during rains,
And after that on the pages of my mind, heart and soul,
You would shine like the Sunshine,
Till I am living and dreaming on this earth.

Ravindra 

Kanpur India  26th July 2010                                                               








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Rock on, sailor of dreams.....

My cousin Dennis wasn't born like you or I.
But he came the way Creator intended, I suppose.
He walked and talked later than most,
But he always had rhythm.... uncanny... purposeful.

Now, any tennis racket or broom or rake could take on a whole new life
As a guitar, microphone, mic stand...but he prefers real guitars.
Real guitars mixed with far-away dreams of the spotlight, sand, girls.....

He likes cheeseburgers and a "pair-of-dice", and navigating his way through Margarita-ville.
He's a son of a son of a son of a sailor, and a son-of-a-gun to boot!!
Once the roadies break this set down, it's on to the next town.

Yeah, you can catch his show several times a day in his own back yard.
Cheap student guitar (from the clearance store) I gave him, on his hip
Oh, when the show's over he's humble enough to come down and shake your hand.
Just don't be surprised when he says "Pleased to meet ya! I'm Jimmy Buffett!!".


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Blantantly Obvious Subliminal Messages

Fate or coincidence as if we have a choice constantly at odd with those who share a difference in their voice as if we could change the world so pretentious for us to concieve as if only a single soul still in me would believe Fake or conciousness a notion to betrothed as if you betterment was for me to love and loathe everything in place the explanation was there was a grand design for that or just a repetition of certain circumstances and leave no chance to reason Break the code or break the mode broken cycles, growing old fading voices go being unknown but my choice is mine alone take the hand of a higher power or take a thermo nuclear shower submit or be done with tossed out like the waste just a tiny hint of power leaves a certain taste corruption is only almost certain free will still relates to the points so poignant they are pinpointed mistakes not yet made Premeditated, so there goes destiny as if a higher power has the power to contain me as if a higher consious is out there for me to have thats the only certainty I know almost for sure why I push back the unknown is out there driving all so called life for you so call everything must come easy for you like butter to the knife and you wonder why your drowning and cannot break the surface look deep inside your mirror into the fate you may be worthless, coincidentally


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Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


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Graduation

Graduation

Your Family has raised you
Your Creativity has led you.
Your Determination has held you
Your Work has lifted you
Your Friends have been with you
Your school will remember you

You have made memories and friendships to always hold
You have made your life and it has made you  
You have become more and you will become more again.
You have been part of the past and you are now a part of the future
You have been one of many but you are still unique
You have depended on others and others will come to depend on you

Never forget you can still seek advice or extend a helping hand
Never forget that you can make things better but cannot change everything
Never forget that paths will change and may again cross
Never forget to use your strengths and never give up
Never forget mistakes happen and never forget to forgive
Never lose your courage or fail to get back up again
Never forget to continue to strive, hope, pray, and be happy


Remember there are still lessons to be learned and mountains to be climbed
Remember there are still fears to overcome and dreams to be dreamed.
Remember we Salute your future endeavors and… We Salute You.
Remember you are uniquely you
Remember: You are our sons and daughters… And 
Remember: You are loved true.

CSEastman


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Debbie's Birthday-Were You There-----Hmmmmm

There's a strange edge to the wind, not right...
I've an inkling that the fire will spread. .... Oh dread!
In the glow as the sky turns a cherry red
Twenty pounds on her hips, from the cake she fed

She threw caution to the wind while she danced tonight
Jumping up on the table, to the crowd's delight
Kicking shoes in the air, with a rose held tight
Smack between, minty fresh, pearly whites...
While the fizz from champagne caused her nose to itch
It pitched her forwards, pitched her backwards....
glass in hand, splashing left, splashing right, 
filled again and again...........was it fifth or the sixth?...

What's the diff when your stiff from the fifth of scotch
that was brought by the lot that came in just to watch?
while they cheered and they jeered, it's her right to get tight
It's her birthday, don't you know? can't a girl sow her oats? 
But the candles were more than the room could bear
Were you there???  I'll swear.............................................  
such a blast from the past........May the fun last and last!!
May she score many more, ...many more,...many more...............................

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEB!!


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Mariah

The wind was soft and warm
meandering through the forest's members
to gently wish good day to all
whose leaves waved its passage through.
Then, almost like a lover's sigh,
swept into the night,
waiting to freshen at sunrise.
But when cold winds crept down valley walls
and pushed against the placid scene
a tempest rose with angry slash
to fight the uninvited gale,
until away the cold winds fled
before the hot impassioned foe.
The valley floor was calm once more
and as fog hung in the morning light,
a soft breeze came and gently pushed it through the trees.




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Bright light

Bright light. Warm light. Though I know my sins can scorch and burn.
Please dear Son… Keep me in your light during my darkest turns.
Help me have the courage, to leave my hiding place behind.
Take my hand and lead me out, again into the sunshine.

Warm my soul and warm my face… and give me the courage to hang on.
Bequeath to me a portion… of your light… enough to lead me on.
Do not let me fall and falter further into the darkening night.
For I have seen the sadness there… as it wraps around my heart.

The Dark behind awaits me… The Son can lead me forth.
All around are currents that batter me, and send me back and forth.
Relentless is this life and all the pain it gives… Don’t forget to find me…
Please save me once again...


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Scar Pt1

Reaching for my favorite shirt and the iron warming

Starched and ironed complete with those creases that cut

It was made for me and handsome.

And you and your brown eyes and irony when angry

Irony and starched and those same creases

 Our joy  crushed yet alive and waiting

And the fabric of those brown eyes

They are frayed with holes and still I starch and iron

Maybe if looked deeply you can see me and the creases

The scar is from that knife wound I gave you

You are proud of the stitching and your head held high

I feel sad when I see the sutures   on your chest

You wear them like a pair of worn slippers

They hurt the eye but they keep your feet warm


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Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
  
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
.
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I


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The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's


A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011  



                 
                     
                     
                               

                     

                     


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Deep Waters

Knowing defeat I now softly sleep my arms are lighter and feet do not tread deep waters My brain rest from spirits for the time being I do not fight that loss of control and shut my eyes and no man nor beast removes me from who I am I close the gates to my home away from all this life I have reclaimed to be solely mine walking a closer walk with God and his Son I mend my circles and close off my heart from the world peace showers down upon my head I will remember the dead the sacrifices they made for me to live and softly cry all alone


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Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof 



 I felt my finger nails digging into his back 
What an intensified sexual moment 
I never knew that tears could roll 
Down the cheeks of a robust man 

he wept! he sigh! he came 
Again, and again and again 
was it a sportsmanship or 
an injury cat on a Hot Tin Roof? 


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me and grandma

grandma was not of this time
old fashioned, hard working
it brings tears to my eyes
a mean ole lady with a switch in her hand
and i was a bad little boy
bent on devilment
"confound yo tail!" grandma would scream
while i was running from the whippen
i never got away from
i did everything from stealing candy
to looking underdresses
you name it, i took all dares and challenges
and what ever it was or turned out to be
grandma had a whippen waiting for me
out of a thousand times
only one time she was wrong
i had lied so much
my truth did not matter

a little bit older we spent summers on their farm
doing chores like feeding chickens
and picking fruit and vegetables
it was hard work
but grand ma always cooked a big breakfast
and a big dinner
i never been skinny in my life
when ever we went to town
she would always get her special snack
a huge candy cane, some cheese and crackers
and there was nothing better than those three together. 
grandma was the one thing that never changed
allways the round little lady
she was already old
she did'nt give advice, she lived it
the last time she threaghtened me 
was with a broom stick and tears in her eyes
at fifteen, i still was'nt to big for a whippen
in these words you may think that i was abused
as a child. no, it was how i was brought up
everybody got whippens i just got the most
there are no failures in the children grandma raised
i'm still one of the baddest but i'm doing ok


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Melamine And The Future

How come many mothers forgot that breastmilk is STILL,
And ALWAYS will be BEST, for babies suckling lips???

What’s next then?

The twinkling of a star turning into cliché,
Repeated only in nursery rhymes?

Memories of long walks drowned by the ever turning,
Wheel s of cold, metallic and unfeeling cars?

The Lover’s Moon losing its magic,
Against all of electronic medias?

Bill’s words fading to echoes of classroom walls vandalized,
By students apathetic  of Romeo and Juliet’s tragic lives?

The aroma of home cooked meals forever gone from,
Refurbished houses whose kitchen’s gravitas are nuke boxes (and limp pastas)?

Damp “Homes” generally viewed by all as dumping grounds
For graying (former) loved ones seen as burdens?

Many more young lasses cramming fingers against throats,
In pursuit of vanity and skeletal perception of beauty?

Stock market denizens hurling their bodies against speeding trains?

Green and be-heroed paper bills overrated,
Against all other of life’s simple joys? 

How many still remembers…

That plants cure and most meds packaged in fancy boxes,
Are miracles drawn by roots from the humble earth?

That the most sure fire way of treating boo boos,
Is TLC to the umpteenth level?

That even though a day’s good job brings satisfaction,
It can never compare to a loved ones approbation?

That one can never get enough of kids’ hugs and kisses?


Indeed…

It will really be a future oh so bleak,

When humanity’s mind- to simple but powerful truths,

Becomes weak…
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When mankind forgets the true value of NATURE and NURTURE, we will surely forget to 
define our humanity! There's tons more of examples why and how this is happening. If you 
can add up, I'll put them up there! Thanks! 


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Aquarius and Leo

You are Aquarius, I, Leo the lioness; you are wind and I am fire.

You blow on me, causing an inferno between us; a wild trembling deep 
in the soul.

You are my husband, I, your wife; for three years those flames have raged,
let them burn on, burn on, out of control!

(To my husband) 
I love you, even though our horoscopes say we shouldn't be together. That
just goes to show you the freaks we are! lol


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Happy New Year

To all the beautiful flowers, radiant in every color and hue.. Rich and gifted in too many ways to count; You who thrive within this garden tucked away in cyber space; Giving and sharing; lifting and caring, From my heart to yours come Warm wishes for the coming year! May all good wishes for yourself, family and friends Bear ripe and abundant fruit! HAPPY NEW YEAR!! ~*~


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Soy Sauce Spills

Soy sauce drains 
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . . 
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
 It slips out of my hands
No use...no point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving, 
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page

I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
 Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....


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Lunania

Land of wave-like verse
churning love into a 
gum-like consistency
tasting of nicotine and nectar. 
Steeped in tears and magic
Metaphor for silver or nubility
immortality and abundance
Hiding your yawning emptiness
Behind ballads and psychosis
Airless craters turn to 
allegories for love
consumed or unrequited
Lost or gained suddenly
like a surprised sliver of a plum
inside a boarding house Sunday cake 
And a certain cliché for
timeless allure.


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A Friend With Consequences

I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.


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IT'S NOT GOOD-BYE

This is not goodbye
It is see you soon
This is not goodbye
We still got lots to share
This is not goodbye
Because no matter how far we are
We are forever near
This is not goodbye
We will be together again
This is not goodbye
How can I have fun 
Without you near?
I’m not going to cry
I’m going to seized my tears
Though I’m staid
And my heart is crying out
Like a waterfall
Because this is not goodbye
I know you’re sedate
I know you’re pensive
We all are
But I am going to be defy
Because this is not goodbye
It is see you soon


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''Athlete''

 Presence of fused endurance.
 Fueled by your strength.
 The break of sweat brought on by diverse motion.
 Course of steady breathe.
 Elevated throbbing muscles ignite.
 Flaccid no more.
 Stress free tranquil mind.
 Gratification sets on this well deserved athlete.
 As to wait for dawn to wake me another day.


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Farewell My Friend

I remember the days that we
spent together in my pursuit to
further my knowledge, you as 
my mentor and I as your pupil.

Down through the years we have
had more then just a teacher and
pupil relationship, we became the
very best of friends.

I watched your hair turn grey and then
you watched mine, sadly I received
news today coming from afar that you have 
gone on your final journey and we 
shall never have those long academic
discussions ever again.

Such news that greeted me gave me
such a heavy heart and tears in my 
eyes, for I know I shall never see
my dear friend again.

I will forever cherish the fond memories 
of the past years we had shared and
our friendship and reminisce on all the 
good times for those will always be
with me.

You will always have a very special
place in my heart, my mentor and
my dear friend always.
A friend that shared my life.


Note: Farewell to Klaus Goebel, ING (Radio Engineer), Neu-Isenburg, Germany ~ may you rest in peace old friend.

4th July, 2012 (c) 


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Wedding Night Bliss

With a sleepy smile she whispered
“I said I do today”
Spoken words with heart and mind
Lust and desire made clear
“Boy, how you grind my gears
and still arouse such wantom awakening
to parts of my body previously only stirred…”
My mind turns to the number of times
we have all but made love with our clothes on
Innocently touching, holding, wanting
Preserving something so very special
ready for the day that I can take you
Knowing you are my bride, belong to me,
are part of me, for now we are one
Together every breath, movement, thought
melds together in heated entangled embrace
My hands search for the warmth of your touch
the silky softness of your satin smooth skin
Item by item crumpled garments fold to floor
as I slowly admire your naked womanly form
for first time 
watching waiting wondering
yet knowing you are as ready as I as you smile
I scoop you into my arms,
lie you on our bed
Slowly we make our way into Paradise,
lost to ourselves
Found in our desires for one another
Destination – satisfaction
We arrive as husband and wife


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Malala

Evil struck at school for her that day… A beautiful child, wise beyond her years Its aim- to silence her voice and put her away To end the good work she is called to do there Before that day the world had not heard Of Malala, only fourteen years old of Pakistan The local Taliban threatened but she never feared Her faith in God is strong and on that she would stand When the world first heard of the tragic story I wrote the poem “Taliban” and prayed with others We realized she was special, and did give God glory Today she’s alive! With a message- to love one another More Priceless is this jewel than any that Pakistan has seen It's the children like Malala who will build a better tomorrow Girls’ right to an education is her wish to obtain As untold health and wealth waits to replace her country’s sorrow ~*~


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For the soupers


Productions, no raw material,
visions infinate, born ethereal.
Imaginations memory, 
cojouring thoughts where they dwell.
Images taken, the empty minds void,
depthless well,we poets the weavers,
of timeless spells.
Tommorows muse not present or past,
imortality, ink made fast,
when future poets study whats passed.


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papa

i suppose papa was a proud man
he never said much
the most i ever heard papa talk
was when he prayed in church
papa was an old man 
when i reached this world
but honest and respected man
papa certianly was
papa was the Abraham
who had sons like Issac
he was also Jacob in the land
that God promised and gave him
365 acres, one for each day of the year
why God gave it to papa
i can see very clear
in his old old age 
they moved him to the city
because of hardening artries
it was a pity
in a house where he could not do much
papa was stranded and losing touch
sometimes papa would wonder off
looking for his land
i guess thats what made him
made him feel like a man
it was the first time i ever saw
what happens to the mind
we had to bathe him and change him
it was always a fight 
even in his old age
papa still had his might
that was when we visited
and that was all right
i feel sorry for my cousin
who did it every single night
the days came when they sent papa to the home
after that it was'nt very long
we buried papa not far from here
not on his land but at least he's near


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thank you whitney houston

thanks whitney
for making our world beautiful
thank you personally for taking
words of a poets and presenting them
to the world. some of us 
would be nothing without you
but you added what our souls demanded
that fire and desire i wittnessed 
the whole thing from beggining to the end
and at 48 which is what i am now, you died
and it seems that you are just another step
that i take twards heaven when i say
she's gone


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Tea Bag

Clock ticking
Time for tea
Opening the tea box
Fingers sink into the peach flavor
The light on the electric kettle flickers
Pouring the hot water in a crystal cup
The tea bag ready to dive 
Time to infuse the aroma
Sigh 
Waiting for the tea to brew
The cup is taken 
Blissful unity to be sipped
The drip into the mouth 
Awakens the senses
Back to another day of finances


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THE RIVER OF DOUBT

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

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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To an artist, with love, Red

The best place 

I discovered in your heart

 nest for a homeless bird

Caught in this wilderness

here, I am to reconcile with

your painfull tears .

Worry not for the unseen

who knows the glimmering future

waits for your arrival




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Remains Of A Driveway

Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?

You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with 
A firm stance. 
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).

What, though, do I see in you?

(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).

Where is your truth?

(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need 
To lead)?

Oh No.

I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!

To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!

Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, 
And safely hasten away 
From the notion of never again!

(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).  

Oh eager green,
 I wish you well.


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

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

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

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

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

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


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STONE HEDGE

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

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN














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Amor

In the heart of the deepest silence,
Where days and nights all colored black,
Laid the souls escaped from pestilence,
Never will death trace their tracks,

Amor my loved a one of them,
There laid in years fast asleep,
Dusts covered beauty once of fame,
Still vivid it's color my heart has keep,

The lake of time is deep and calm,
And my beloved laid there like a lily,
While peace and  stillness governs her presence,
Entangled in serenity of unconsciousness,

Yet even the eagerness of my longing,
Is amazed by the frank of her boldness,
As the days of the living are hurt and screaming,
Hers is patient in waiting and waiting,


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My Sweet Valentine

My sweet Valentine, you are one of a kind And I'll always love you with extraordinary love Each day I thank God for the incredible joy you bring Perfect beyond expectation, you are Amazing how you’ve grown, more beautiful each year And I'm grateful for your inner beauty which mirrors your looks Once more, on this special day, I write this verse to say I love you, Andrea and always will! 2011 Happy Valentine's Day!! ~*~


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A Poem on a Story from Bible 2

This Poem is dedicated to all my Christian friends on Poetry Soup 
and else where in the world in the festival month of Xmas.


A Poem on a Story from Bible 2/2



Among them there was one
Who was lying on floor
He was sick for over thirty eight years
And was trying to find
A ray of hope to crawl somehow
And reach near the holy pond
But he could not dare to move
Seeing the swelling crowd. 07

That man’s hopes were 
At the verge of diminishing
His eyes had lost even the clarity of vision
Then suddenly 
He heard those lofty words
Coming from a dazzling source
Who was standing right beside his head. 08

The old sick man looked 
Towards the direction of that voice
But found only a dazzling face and
Pool of light
Which was trying to say these words to him. 09

Jesus asked that poor sick man
“Do you want to get well?”
That old sick man replied
“Sir, I cannot even move on my own,
And there is no one to help me
To get in that holy water” 10

Jesus said to him,
“Don’t worry, you will reach there,
to have a dip in the pond.
Just get up, pick up your mat, and walk."
The man stood up and started walking
And reached the pond
But suddenly he realized
And found as if
He was never sick at all.  11

Ravindra
Kanpur India -9th November 2012






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It's My Birthday For Debbie Guzzi

Early this Morning, I was sleeping in my bed. I heard a noise outside my window. I got out of bed half asleep, I walked to the window and looked outside. I saw a lot of little birds flying and carrying on. They soon seperated in bunches - as if they were having a meeting. Then they grouped all together. They were making a lot of noise. One of them came to the window. I asked him - what was going on. He answered - don't you know? Today is Debbie's Birthday and we have to celebrate. I won't tell you how old she is, but today, she becomes wiser. The Angels in heaven are very happy and her family is too- that she made it to this day. We all hope and pray that she will always be as sweet and beautiful as she is today. The little birds left flying and they went to spread the news - that today is your Birthday and we have to celebrate. Happy Birthday Debbie...
09/21/ 2012 writtin by Lucilla M. Carrillo For contest


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My Handsome King

My Handsome King
Your royal palms gently wave
 at me each time I see you,
I have to blush 
each time they do.
 
Your sugar white beaches moan
 for my feet to greet 
them each time we meet.
My feet move to the beat 
of salsa when they
 remember you.
 
Your gentle breezes caress my 
hour glass hips each
 time I run to you.
They rock me like a baby
 when I sail over 
your bright 
blue waters.
 
Your bright moonbeams create 
a halo around my head 
as I shake my long golden
 hair to say hello to you. 
They dance around like a drunken
 gypsy with the sparkly stars
 up above as I take my
 midnight stroll with you.
 
Your regal art deco
 buildings of pastel
stand at attention, 
every time I dream 
of your streets of gold.

Your sun's rays of warm
 glory tickle my 
bare breasts gently 
as I rest my body on the
 safety of your 
heavenly sands.
 
I humbly bow my 
head to you with honor,
for your sweet 
whispers of hospitality
have overtaken me, 
my Majestic King
 of the South Beaches. 
Miami, you are my 
handsome, winter friend.


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Bookstore

As I pass the Bookstore,
I can smell the parchment of opened books.
The colorful covers call me forth.
The stories continuously call my name.
The poetry asks me why I’m not there.
My poems chide me to hurry and sally forth.
Here my need to write attacks my soul.
As passion over whelms my heart,
I scurry home to do my part.
Maybe someday my dreams and talent,
Will tear down the barriers so I too, can display my art.


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You reap what you sow

Planting the garden with all love and kindness
I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation
Reflecting on life passed, 
already slipped through my fingers
Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand
When minutes were short 
and hours so fully crammed with business
I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence
and scatter aimlessly upon the land
Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail
For quality of moment did not matter, 
meant little to me
Little I did would flourish 
for it surely wasn't manned nor intended
No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing
Yet now my precious moments surely stand
I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no, 
gently taking back that 
that was too freely given
To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair
That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance
So I could get a grip, a hold on all
To really know how to stamp my brand
For time stands still for no-one


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A Tree Fell

(This poem is dedicated to the late Nobel Laureate Chinua Achebe. 
Your works will always stir our thoughts with reason and entertainment. R.I.P)



A Tree Fell

A very mighty tree fell,
its falling becoming audible
across Mama Africa;everyone
in Africa is mourning its fall

The branches that supported
the nests brooding African
identity are on the ground....

Since time cannot be reversed
to make the tree to pierce
the clouds once more,
another tree will have to stand
in its place

To find the tree, we have to water
our seedlings with knowledge
and inspiration

Our minds, the seedlings,
determine the time a future
incarnate of the fallen tree
will arise in its place;
piercing through the clouds 
of ordinary imaginations, to the skies
of limitless and flawless imaginations


By Teddy Kimathi


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Graduation of 2014

Fireworks, like gunshots, 
Make great and astounding sound
Congrats, GRADS! Good luck!

Crowds of commotion 
Party like no tomorrow
Happy, HARD future!

Happiness and cheer
Overflow in everyone
I'm simply...in awe! C-x

Grand Graduation! 
Totally cool seniors - RAD!
Sad to see them go . . . .... . . ... ..  . . . . .


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Winds Of Change

So the leaves are falling now, and in color, are turning
While young hearts, from summer, still burning
Running through life, love's wings, oh how they're earning
They are growing, and life's lessons, they're learning

And so now a new day is dawning
Where things won't be the same
For in my heart, passion's spawning
Here come the Winds of Change...

Now something new awaits us
Just across the summer horizon
Taking over now, just fate's lust
Oh how the Winds are Changin'...

Loving more and more each and every day
Where hearts are running free, and never slowing
Will this feeling, just for awhile stay?
The Winds of Change are blowing...

Now the Winds of Change are storming
From across the sparkling western sea
New outlooks on life and love, they're forming
In a couple years, where will love be?

But what is it now that I'm feeling?
It's something pretty strange
My world is shaking now, and reeling
Thanks to the Winds of Change


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My earth, my home

When every soul is getting older
And the trees are no longer green 
When the wind is getting warmer
Not as cool as it has been
Is this earth changing?

I love planet earth like a home
I dreamt of it comfortable so we can live safely and happy
Maybe all we need to do is to set our minds
For what God has been given to us 
Wrapped by this enormous roof called the blue sky
And instead of getting scared in the dark
God presented us with millions of crystal bulbs called the stars

The trees are our blankets
They absorbed each raindrop to keep us away from being cold
Protected us from the sun to keep us warm
Providing us with food and beauty
What made you doubt? 
That all things are blessed from heaven and yet we desert it

Sometimes I think that the old ways kept us on the right path
But the politic of currency has made us greed 
It’s always about staying alive 
Surviving ourselves from this malicious world
We all being brain washed by the wrong education 
And being raised by the misled tradition

What I used to know an old myth was told to me
They said that our old ancestors used to respect the nature
For what it has been given to all the living things
Having a spiritual communication with the sound of the wind
No one wonders it could keep the balance of the earth 
It’s still a long way to live in this earth so keep the balance

What made us changed?
What made us turned into some uncontrollable beings?
Many days we never notice that the earth is changing
We are too busy to build our own kingdom
While in afar, way from the place you are living
Some places have changed, some trees have gone, and some ices have melted
Why the winter is late this season?
Why the sun shines too bright, it hurts when it touches our skins?

If in my place, I feel so hot and dry
Imagine the children who are living in other part of the world
Living in hunger and in pain
Where maybe five years ago the country is burning by the sun
Imagine it now, how heat is the place

We’ve ruin the balance
In the old days, cutting trees is like cutting a soul
So our ancestors realized that there are boundaries
It’s the balance we have to keep
Because this earth is our home
And for the next generations, this earth is their home too.

look at the color of the green on the trees;
look how it move and dancing following the wind
feel how this hair of the earth comfort us from heat
and keep them within us, forever. 
because this earth is our home, let it always be


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Our garden of love

Our garden of love
Grows well 
with Tantalizing Tulips
And Beautiful Blue Bells!
The dazzling splendor
of Aromatic Amaryllis
enriches our Heart.
the constancy in Love
we have borrowed
from its Radiant spark!
The Hypnotizing Hyacinths
enlightens our day
so that our love
grows in every phase



my very very old poems.


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Faded Picture in a Old Frame

Old faded Picture of a handsome young man
in soldiers uniform from the first world war
who gave his life for his country
once so loved and cherished
means nothing to anyone any more.

A face without a name
bought for 50 pence
on a second hand stall
not for the picture that's thrown away
but for the frame.






Peter Dome.copyright.2014. 


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Dancing in the Grave Yard

I dance upon you
and your spirit I lift
in to my heart.
I dance upon you all
I dance where I can
in between the headstones
on grasses of divan,
where once you’re feet laid
where your love ones
shed their last evanescent tear.
I dance through
the small hours of night
and the longest time of day,
I dance, I dance, I dance
this my humble homage to you all
you whom served your era well,
you made the masters
with your skill your energy,
you fought their bloody wars
your enterprise kept them rich
but only of an earthly kind.
Oh yes when I dance
I dance and I remember you all,
so to you that spread your seed
ever so well
to give another generation life,
I dance!!

© Harry J Horsman 2013  


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My sons Jason and Jeremy

           
Just remember this and never forget
the things that people told you about me,
is be written in this poem so you know
what was really said.

Never a day went by that you 2 were not
on my mind, sons like are very few.
Your faces as sweet as could be, eyes
as blue as the oceans.
Blonde curls fell around your heads and 
your smile lite up every room.

The day you guys were born I cried as I 
held you tight, your little fingers holding
mine oh how blessed I truly was.
Did you know God sent you guys to me than
you were stripped away on that July day.

I thank God for you daily and I tell him I will
obey and love you guys everyday.
If there were a definition of how sons should
be it would be my sons Jason and Jeremy.
My life has meaning, purpose and reason now 
because God brought us together again.
Written By: Rhonda Hero


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For Savione

I knew you, not so long ago
When you were just a little boy 
Always there for your baby sister
I felt then that you carried a burden
And regret that I could not reach you
At ten years old, I didn’t get you to "speak" it

I will always remember you, Savione
The warm smile you hid; seldom showed
Lived just behind those sad, brown eyes
You had moved far away Cali with Mom
And your Dad, I’m sure you missed

Whatever made you sad, I’d never know
But soon, we also moved away
We heard how you’d grown into a young man
Still taking care of your sister; 
Still with those sad brown eyes

Glad you made many friends along the way
Losing touch for those few years, haunts me
I’ll never know why you took your life…
Maybe I should have kept in touch with Mom
Should have mentioned, how you looked so sad

I’ll never know why you took your life….
At twenty three, what darkness took you to the edge?
Was there no one to whom you could turn?
Did I miss a chance to share the burden with you?
So sad is the day you went away 

I’ll never know why you took your life…. 
~*~
For Savione...sleep in peace, little one. +


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Reneé

As I write this
My cheeks glisten,
With tears of happiness and tranquility
A smile on my face

Inside I had collapsed
I reached out for the last time
And you took my hand
Holding on tightly, determined to fight with me

The warmth of your nature began to fight my sadness instantly
Love and tenderness sparkling through your eyes
Your heartfelt smile a silent expression of care
And absolute understanding

Your words have created a magical symphony
A symphony of compassion and love
Causing my enemy, pain to surrender
And burying my will for self destruction

Your perseverance and ceaseless time
Have drawn out my whirlwind of emotions
And your guidance,
Has painted a rainbow of hope in my life

My emotions had destroyed me
The creators of the dead, desolate winter inside me
But by the touch of your life on mine
My heart and life saw the first blossoms of spring

You are the reason for the beginning of my gradual transition
From the fragile wings of a butterfly
To the stable wings of an eagle,
Soaring through life with a purpose

My journey with you has been life changing
Your constant support and encouragement have become my inspiration
My inspiration to really live
For this, I can never thank you enough

You are truly an amazing blessing in my life
As I carve your name into my heart with love,
I realize that I have been touched by the grace of God
Through a very special angel,
You

_

Ms van Rensburg

Words cannot describe how much you have done for me and truly what a blessing it is to 
have you in my life. You have helped me in so many ways and have really made my life 
worthwhile again. You have instilled so much in me, and because of you, I am a better 
person. Thank you for your time, support, guidance and absolute understanding. I hope this 
poem gives you some idea on the magnitude of the difference which you have made in my 
life. You are so incredibly special to me!

Tons of love
Amy, xxx


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We Are One Nation

He laid there, warm and happy. Defeated as one, but successful as two.
A bullet hole straight through his chest. Another dark green uniform stained,
By the dark red liquid seeping through the torn fabric.
One hundred and one desperate young soldiers, laid to rest by the tip of his pistol.
A rifle jammed and abandoned just a mile away.
The last puff of smoked tobacco, freely evaporates into the broken spans of oxygen.
Fought for his family, his country, his land and our land.
Breached toward liberty, and founded it. At the tip of another’s Beretta M9…
This is America, America is you. America is he, she, and me. 
I am “The America”.
Open and free, to you, including me. I’ve held my guard, stood stiff and tall.
Fought hard, till this day, to wave “hello”, to the one race “individuals” every single day.
Wave back, or don’t wave at all, I’ll respect you as an American and not a flaw.
United or divided; we are one nation, that stands under religion, we are one nation.
Black, white, tall, or small, whatever it is, WE respect all.
Our flag does and will, stand to protect us all.
WE ARE ONE NATION, FOREVER YOU AND I.


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My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.


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Melancholy Mood, Last Less

Those pitiless days ’re enough to puzzle the compassionate mind.
A phenomenal gesture, soon sued to have downplayed the legit,
That even the impartial impact was bandit with words.
Not so funny ’re those days
That devils 're clad in bigotry .
And soon ready enough 
To poison soups 
Meant for the entourage.
Pitiful quill perhaps has taken over this weakening wit.
Now struggles continue.
Exclusive parcels to all the greenery gestures.
Your compassionate touch is well noted
And well felt.
Thank you so much for the deliverance.

Penned by:
Abdulhafeez Oyewole

18/5/2013

Previous contested poem title: 5 Minutes Challenge

For: Russell Sivey's "Complete Your Poem" Contest.


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Stone

You find a way out of the grave
You move the stone
You find a way into my heart
You move the stone

You find a way to free the hopeless 
And bring the banished home to stay
Yes LORD............
You still move the stone today

More to come.........


protected by a higher power


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To live, flightless birds

A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch

Young nestling skitters to the branch’s edge
Peers over on to sightless depths
Shivers, ruffles withered feathers
Spreads tousled wings
And loosens fast aging down
Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge
Like endless days before, Craning aching neck 
Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger-
And whimpers
Turns to father and warbles in longing,
A sight that speaks of flight
Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds
To leave
-slightest breeze carries words...   
to live

The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro
Cooing and cawing, talons pawing
A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms
A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams 

Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing
Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation
“To leave father! To stretch my wings
Lift from them the smell of rot and loss
To fly father”

“To fall! To fall, and to die!”

-Wind whispers,
To fall, to soar, and to live
Nestling shuffles to the edge, 
Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge
Peers down onto sightless depths
-they bellow to him
To fall, to fly, to Die!
Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers
Cramping wings crooked and futile
To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability
To fall, to fly, to die
Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death
nothing so glorious without flight...

Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion
Ruffles feathers, settles down
Nestling wavers, branch bending
Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch
Eyes feasting on sightless depths
Endless fears...
They scream to him
To sit, to dream to fly...
To sit, to dream of revitalized wings
Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom
The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings
The exercise of freedom
to sit and dream
to live

to sit at the edge of that tottering branch
creaking and bending under a restless and aging body
peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go
and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch
and fly, where body cannot
and live


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Miss Ladybug

Wearing your red pock-a-dot dress
Miss Ladybug, you look divine,
it is beautiful today, the sun is out.

Go now, Miss Ladybug,
flutter your wings,
buzz away from me.

Go now, fly Miss Ladybug.
Point me in the direction of love,
see you flying North.

May I say, Miss Ladybug,
that you look divine,
and beautiful as ever.

I walk North,
I follow you Miss Ladybug,
point me to her.

You flutter over to a beautiul girl,
five foot, seven.
Nice pick Miss Ladybug.

I walk over to the girl,
She is beautiful,
long hair, jet black, flowing.

Miss Ladybug thank you,
now fly away,
I shall need you for another day.

Take me away now, baby
show me something new,
take me away from the few.

And Miss Ladybug,
there she went off into the sunset,
with her red pock-a-dot dress
flowing in the breeze, alone.


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Children of the wealth

Some people are fighting for money and wealth -
                          
yet when we die, we're not taking what belongs to the earth.


                                                             get the picture!!


                                   for treasures- people will  deceive you; betray you


                             bottom line;as we passed away our collection is staying behind.


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My Prince

Take me under your wing and recite me a lullaby In the darkness I want to feel you pervading my every being To listen to your heart beat along with mine To caress your heart in my shivering hands Please understand your heart is purer than mine I can never withstand what your power is doing As I beg you to allow me to kneel at your feet To kiss and dangle in your modesty and honesty There is no one to reside but you and me In this dimming labyrinth of courtesy I await you every day of my life To hear your mere words slide from your royal lips To hear you speak and to feel your touch I would throw out very last inch of me Just to have you here with me What more could life have in store For a girl like me, never to be adored It is with tears that I beg you To see me now earnestly longing you I stumble on useless words of filth Just to fall into your arms I’m trying to escape these verses They are tearing me apart and catapulting me far My prince, please don’t leave me here Inside the light of rigorous poetry Kill me in hate or love me in this state And free me from this prison Recite me a sweet resonate lullaby Let me rest in your bosom forever And if my lashes turn up to you May your majestic features only hold a smile


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THE LEPRECHAUNS GOLD

Nothing can compare to you, you are the original
creation of heaven, I believe the lord was boasting
when he made you,you beseech the dawn and sun
set with your smile, how could I have missed your 
shine all this while, your image embodies mystery
and beauty, like the sight of nature or the beauteous
 immensity of the grand canyon, for I am more 
than lucky to be your companion, your hair flows 
down with splendor and conviction like Niagara 
falls, you are the key ingredient to viagra, the 
sweet sections of honey comb, the sassy of rose
the purity of river flows, that stream in my mind,
purging all else. 

Nature bows to her beauty for, 
she walks on clouds, God filled her with limelight 
instead of blood, her steps leaves trails of roses 
and gold , men chase her treasure but this 
LEPRECHAUN won't endure such nonsense, I guard her
jewels with the encryption of love ,Divinci codes
and loads of locks and blocks and a peep hole, 
to be aware of those who knock, the bees follow
her and the blue jays and cardinals religiously
stand at her window at dawn, as alarm, singing songs of 
heaven to her, in her favor, she has a flavor that sings
to the tongue and whisper to the soul, a voice that
can bring peace, to the aggressive troll, I am the 
leprechaun securing her pot of gold, Oh and by 
the way, don't bother looking for that pot of gold, 
at the end of the rainbow because I already found it........


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Loves Flight

I think my soul followed you home 
It's because I am in love
 And each time I make it come
 It wonders right back to you
 Because your the one
 I know it's true
 And our souls as one
 Follow what is to become

 
It doesn't matter where we are in our lives
 The same feelings over come my mind
 Love is making me blind
 It's where I spend all of my time
 
Capturing the will, the wants, the whys
 But I know your presence will never be denied
 Calculating the wishes into flight
 Making the journeys within future plights
 
I wish I can, I wish with my eyes closed up tight
 Be with you when the time is right
 I love you Mike
 Now go be with me tonight
 Making my soul take fight
 To be with you in all my loves might


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Hold your chess and say I am blessed

Do not doubt who you 
are or who you can be.  
With in us all, 
their is a light that 
shines with effulgence. 
In our heart it shines. 
In our mind it shines.
A chunk of the sun 
embedded in our core. 

We have been fueled with
 the lions ambition.
Chasing the prey. 
Chasing dreams until the end. 
We have been fueled
 for the finest hours. 
Recognize those powers. 
These powers
 forever remain ours. 

We are the reason the sun shines. 
We are the reason the flower blooms.
We are the reason the tree never falls.
A message in every creation. 

The sun shines to show us 
how bright we can be.
The flowers blooms to show 
us how beautiful we can be. 
The tree never falls to show 
us how strong we can be.

All of this we can be. 
If we rise our self with the sun. 
Leave not your dreams and 
aspirations undone. 
Understand it to be beneficial 
in the long run.

Make life sweeter than a 
ton of sally-lunn ,sally-lunn. 
Out run the doubt until you have won. 
Understand that you are some one,
fit to run upon the sun and clouds.
Reach above and pick heavens flowers. 
So high up in the sky, gazing into 
the eyes of success. 
Hold your chess and say I am blessed. 
Your surroundings you impress.

Suppress, suppress and undress 
those doubtful thoughts.
Progress not digress, express
that light you possess.
Let success be your address. 

This I profess because once 
my light was put to the test. 
A light I lost in doubt. 
It was repossessed because
now I know I am truly blessed.
Do not doubt your self,
within all of us a light 
shines with effulgence.


By:Elliott Bowe
Definition for sally lunn:
a flat round sweet teacake usually served hot.
Enjoy: )


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Pills

Now when I was a young man 
I didn’t need pills everything worked
I wasn’t a fan 

But now that I'm old 
I need pills everyday 
One to lower my blood pressure 
Another to keep the cholesterol away 

Now I have a new one 
To keep my mind straight 
And because of this 
I can’t ejaculate 

It’s good for an old man to stay hard for so long 
But even for that 
I need a pill for that schlong

I wonder whats next in the pill world for me 
Maybe a pill 
So I can pee 

They gave me holder to keep my pills all arranged 
But keeping them straight 
Is making me deranged 

I need a pill to tell me what pill and when 
Because for the life of me 
I forget now and then 

I can’t tell the difference between the colors of each  
If I take the wrong one 
I have a hard on and no speech 

Now all these little pills 
Cost a pile of bills 
Which causes me 
Lots of stress and ill 

No more pills thank you 
I’ve had my fill 

Eric (and always will be)  
 


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Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


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Gods Gift

Someone to hold you 
Someone to care
Someone to wipe 
Away all of your tears
An icon of strength
Of courage and love
Gods gift to the world 
Is a mothers love.


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I Wish

The last day I saw you,
You weren’t smiling,
You weren’t happy
The last day I saw you,
I didn’t know I’d miss you
The day I walked in and I heard you were gone
My heart crumbled into pieces,
I didn’t want to listen,
To the voices inside my head
To the thoughts that invaded my brain
Like parasites competing to gain,
A spot in my body

What was I supposed to do?
How could I understand?
You were gone
You disappeared into the ground
The hard,
Cold ground

I wish I knew you
I wanted to know you
I wanted to know everything about you
 
I hadn’t seen you in months
I told you good-bye more times than I said hello  
I pushed you away,
Look at where it got me

When you left
Everyone around me hurt
Thinking about your name hurt,
The material things you left behind hurt,
Everything and everyone hurt

They say the dead find peace
One way or another,
I want to know if you found the peace you deserve
I hope you preserved
The memories of the ones you adored
I wish you were here
I wish you could see the dent you left
Because my heart is bent

My legs can’t walk anymore
Because walking means moving
And I don’t want to move on 
I can name 365 people for every day of the year
That miss you 
For every precious day that goes by
We miss you in a different way


52 people who still cry every night
Thinking of you,
You were astonishing
I never got to tell you that,
I probably would have never told you that

Sadness isn’t part of what I feel now
I feel resentment,
Why were you taken away?
In the most cruelest of ways

Call me selfish because I want you back
Sorry,
Not to make you feel bad or anything,
But we needed you,
We still need you

After all,
I wish I knew you
I wanted to know you
But, I never got to know you


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Face your maker

I wish for nothing. But, in colour
They splash my bones -as flowers, rare
Dreaming still, they brim an’ lull’
On lucid thrones -they dare

Too ‘just’ visage -in blameless fleet
Or cannon a whisper, upon worlds defeat
They fold in cleft -all rooms, to bare 
The dangle of toes an’ the pump of hearts air

But, still only echo -polluted, they groan
Falling ill an’ out an’ moral by meat
On dancing pavements an’ chalked to the stone
Alone they have ridden’, but hopeless they greet

So, face your maker. But, in colour
No labour, fierce angel -for who crowned you so rare?
For if you could shake, this world with a wish
Who holds the power –out there?


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A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


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Cold ice

Ice flower
so cold I cannot touch
but need forces my exposed finger tips
and i brush them against your crystal petals
and bitten skin comes off willingly
to cling to your cold disregard;

Ice flower
frozen as you are
even this hot desert wind
seeking to slice your bitter air
and melt away droplets of beauty
from your seductive petals
but oh seduction and its lure:
my hot breath comes fervent and warm
but I do not draw back into my lungs cool favor
No, your crystal buds do not yield fresh melt water
to sate this parched throat

No, my breath comes back short, sharp and shivering
As if the unforgiving hand of winter
had battered my very heart away
and the cold wind gusts back into my lungs
and shrouds my heart
slows the pumping of heated blood
and leaves only a brittle casing
of cold ice.


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The first man on the Moon

Neil Armstrong
The first man on the Moon


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A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter A chance encounter the other day Got me chatting to a stranger Just for some time to pass away. He was very well groomed, very smart. Spoke well too, seemed a decent sort. I told him a little tale I had learned whilst at work. Outside a building that’s up for sale Close to the centre of the town A queue of people gathered. Old clothes, hand me downs. Inside people of good heart and souls Were behind tables long. And a kind of soup was poured into bowls. A slice of bread was added to each one poured. As the hungry-eyed came through the door. As each one passed a thank you was heard. Grateful for the meal today. A simple reply least we can do. All was silent no complaints from the poor. Till a young voice said, ‘Please Mummy I want more.’ I sat back in my chair waiting for a reply. The guy opposite gave a big sigh. He said, ‘Things were tough in those days Very hard for the poor in the Victorian Age. They were ignored, did not count, How could others treat them like that?’ No-one should be without the means I say, To feed and clothe their children today. I looked at him and shook my head. My dear friend you misunderstand The tale was not yesteryear or a foreign land. I visited a local food bank the day before last. And like you I was taken aback. Unless with my eyes I had seen, The myth about scroungers I would still believe. Some get the dregs, others get the cream. This is Great Britain in 2013. But the people of our Nation are strong In times of strife they speak as one. ‘We are mighty as Caesar, mighty as Rome.’ ‘ NI CARBORUNDUM BASTARDORUM’


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Side By Side

Oh it's a beautiful night!
The moon is full
And the stars are glowing
While the trees, with Earth's cool summer breeze
Start slowly blowing...

A campfire's flames are burning so bright
While a young couple holds each other tight
Warming their hearts, as these two lovers embrace
Traveling together, through time and space
Oh how tonight, with their love, they won't hide
Two lovers forever, Side By Side

Under the stars, both of them lay
They've been together, happy, all night and all day
Holding each other, a sweet caress
While green grass stains her pretty white dress
But no words, to each other, do they say
Happy just sitting Side By Side, knowing no other way

Gazing up at the stars
Breathing in the night
Them together with nature
A beautiful sight

All the years they've both struggled
And how they cried 
Has led them here tonight
It matters not now
As they'll lie here forever, Side By Side


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Only Now

                         There are many things,
                            that brought us together.
                         Many good times,
                               but also time of sadness.

                          I have learned from you,
                             over all these years,
                           someone with a heart,
                              as big as the sun.

                           Stopping traffic,
                               helping a turtle to the 
                            other side of the road.
                            Taking in a wounded cat,
                                nursing her til she could
                             face her life again.

                            Giving to those around,
                                by doing without.
                             These things you thought
                                unnoticed,
                             but were not.

                             It is now time to rest,
                                leaving those behind.
                             To cherish your life,
                                as a wife, mother
                                     and a friend,
                              never to forget.

                               Although your song is ended.
                                  your melody
                               will always linger on.


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Dedication to a dear Sister

My dear Sister!

You have the innocence of a flower,
Yet like a tree you possess strength and power,
And your thoughts are straight and sturdy, like a tower.

You’ve stood by each of us with all your might,
You have always helped us do what is right,
Even though each one of us wouldn’t spare you without a fight.

My dear sister what can I say about you,
Because your voice gives me a certain high,
That lasts long after you’ve said good-bye!

We may be miles apart,
But you will always be in my heart,
Even when forever we will part!


Sharing with you, lengthy talks,
The joy of being with you, on walks,
May be a thing of the past,
But it is in my memory, stuck fast,
Because for a lifetime it will last!

There seems so much to say,
I wish happiness comes your way,
Hoping that the Golden Ray,
Will Shine on you each Day!


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DEDICATED TO ASHLEY DAVIS

our tears fall
this seems so unreal
it was just the other day
that we heard your laughter
saw your smile
but now we're crying
remembering you
wishing you were here right now
telling you jokes
and laughing out 
but now your gone
heaven above
we love you girl
remembering you forever.....
....R.I.P ASHLEY DAVIS....

{ASHLEY AND I WENT TO MIDDLE SCHOOL TOGETHER.....SHE GOT IN A BAD 
CRASH BUT...SURVIVED WITHOUT A SCRATCH....THEN WE WENT TO HIGH 
SCHOOL TOGETHER...SHE GOT HIT BY A CAR...SHE WAS IN A COMMA FOR A WEEK 
OR TWO...BUT DIED....SHE BARELY FINISHED HER FRESHMEN YEAR...MATTER OF 
FACT SHE B ARELY STARTED...}
MAY SHE REST IN PEACE.......


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Penitence

In love’s limited life 
Equal are my losses and gains 
I’ve gained some tear’s drops  in eyes
And peace for ever lost

Some wishes still remain to be met
Some tears that I’ve not yet shed
My heart still some stories keeps
That could not ever come to my lips

There are tears veiled by my smiles
There are pains hidden by my liveliness
The heart that gave me anguish and pain
Today I am making its eyes rain

My yearning that burnt me once
Today I am putting it to flame
I’m happy though that my heart’s wounds
Are solace to some ones heart

For, afflictions I am gifted with
I know not whether a cure will come 
Non other will ever understand this pain
If not burned in similar flame

O my heart! Fret not, if you can
Anguish is the destiny of man

Sintra, Portugal. 20-6-2012



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Happy New Year

To my Poetry Soup Family..
                                                             ~*~          

                 From my heart to yours… 
                                  Warm wishes for a
                                               Very Happy 2013
                                                        That’s filled with Peace!
                                                                   God bless.
                                                                           ~*~

12/30/2012

                              ~*~


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Mother

In reckless abandon my mind trekked,
But I "became", by the ardor in your being
Despite the discomfort,
You preserved me in your pouch
When you could have chosen to wash me away

With great pains and agony you brought me forth,
Can I be ashamed of her that bore me?
One thing remains,
Even now that I am grown,
Your love I have not outgrown.


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Charmaine Chircop

My Maltese falcon and falconer
Of words, soaring above the net of love
I use to walk from tree to tree
To hear on earth the strangest thing
The falcon that flies and sing
And every house and every yard
In world that was all soup
Cherished you, so beloved your thoughts
So beloved you
I heard a feather fell and became a spring
Came to drink of it
And find you not again
Singing from limb nor rill like before
Did ever a heart tell so sweetly?
Did ever a falcon hunt so obscurely
In the forest of the passion bright?
What pining and what longing we did feel
Fishes pierce by beak and reel,
O sweet love, O verse beyond compare
How shall I let you fade into dust
And all the shadow of my jasmine bringer disappear?
How shall I forget friendship and trust
When we built the old camaraderie here?
But these virtual walls hold me now to despair
What if my friends need me
What if time has shaken their human crust
Against the global village now I rage
That bid us fly in a bigger cage
I cannot hunt this imagination alone
I need the falcon to guard my throne.


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Spending Time

Spending time with a

friend is something we all should do

more of.



So on this radiant

afternoon I'm spending

time with a friend.



As I enjoy these breezes

blowing my way, sitting

on the patio with my



best friend and companion

looking down at her

sitting as close as one

could get to me,


just now she looked

up at me, with those

beautiful brown eyes of hers,


knowing some day

won't have this time

to spend with my dear friend,


or to get her wet kisses

or that wagging tail,

from my dog Brandy,


so will enjoy this

magic moment, store it in

my memory and loving each

moment.

Written 6-1-11


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Throwing Sand

Ludicrous childhood - 
It's a sweet, sun-drenched day at 
The beach with family!
Spunky and childish - 
Throwing sand everywhere...fun!
I aim at strangers ~x~
Craaaazy memories
I still remember Summer
And its beach wonders! 
Obnoxious laughter
Is heard as we step foot in 
Freezing, salt water...x.x
The beach is God's pool
It's like a playground - tides come
ROLLIN' IN...splashing!
We can't stay in one place
We're drifting away 
Into a phase of youth's bliss...
We can't keep a steady pace 
We're slippin' and fallin' and slidin'
But we wrap around our merriness 
We're swimmin' and playin' around
Without a single care 
We're playing
A game of 

/Truth/      /OR/      /Dare/







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Just Say NO

NO, you will not have my child.
I will not be convinced by the rampant
hunger of government, the devourer of souls, 
needing cannon fodder.

NO, I will not stand a zombie in a trance
an unrepentant ghoul entranced, 
watching as you turn innocents 
to join with the minions of destruction.

I will not plan to kill.
I will not live to hate.

NO, you will not have my child.
Death may come, as Death will, 
but I will not be conned by the powers that be.

Death will not find me, or mine, willing victims
of this plague of violence.
The energy of me and mine will plan
to live and die in the light.


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Chris D Aechtner

Every now and then
life creates a gem of a human being,
a gem of genuineness
a body of truth, sincerity
written into sublime poetry.
And like all that is good
upon this planet, a situation
that creates reactions from those
usually, one eyed opinionated bigots
those full of self importance,
able to sweep all conception
bar their own out of existence.
So this Canadian genius
like the setting sun
has faded into the horizon,
no doubt to rise again somewhere,
after all the setting of the sun
and the rising of are perpetual,
and in his words not mine.
(*A perfect fusion of dark and light.)
Has I’m sure he is!

*Borrowed from his first poem
posted here on soup “Updrafts”

© Harry J Horsman 2012 


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Doris Day

Platinum Beauty
Quick with a smile
Electrify the movie screen

Timeless charms and fashions bold
A voice of velvet and feminine brawn
Works to get the job well done 
Even with life's complications in tow

Lover of animals great and small
Cute and furry gets the love
Kind and well liked by her peers

***Doris Day is such a classy lady and inspiration to me....I would say she is the super star of all time and worthy of a lifetime reward. Great actress!!


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An Angel

An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day.
Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star.
I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way.
She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land.
Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem.

And what could be so important, for her to come our way?
A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls…
Triumphantly born on Christmas Day.
That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice.
And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God’s love.

Such an important part, that angel was given on that day.
She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… 
Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way.
Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give…
And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…


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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


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Ode to a Grandparent

Today you shower little faces with kisses
Piggy back rides and little messes....
Who notices???

Tomorrow you speak from your infinite wisdom
Your prayer is heard deep from within
Even though we may giggle
We love that you know and love Jesus.

You let me drive your old truck in the pasture
Laughed till you peed when the chair fell backwards
Love freely, laugh often and give generously what you have
Grandparent days are too short but cheerished!

Love those GRandparents!!

Mine are the Grandest of the grands!
***To all the Grandparents out there in the soup pool.


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THE VIKINGS

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


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To old school to be a young fool

I remember the rules of this game
Their never going to change
Back on those hot days
When uncle Jay would display
His war wounds and tattoos
Telling us the streets were bad news
Knowing a few would still pay heavy dues
So to that portion he poured in
More answers than questions
Past generations lessons

Their triumphs and failings

How not to step on your neighbors toes
Unless they oppose your household
Then anything goes
Stay nose to nose with your foes
The eyes are the soul
He believed firmly that robberies were cowardly
If your a man make that money
And five minutes of fame
through the street games
Will untimately leave you estranged
From your freedom
When the law meets them
Square business never cheat them
And knowledge of self before knowledge of wealth
You can only play the hand your dealt
He said to question all answers
Professors, doctors and especially lawyers
never squander a quarter
Unless for water
He would say
You can change your ways 
Before you pass away
But he never saw that day
The same streets he felt only he could beat
Trampled him under their feet
So now i teach my son the past and present rules
Cause I'm old school and cant be a fool


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Freedom to lie and polish our path evenly


Freedom/ slavery gestalt

What productions ensue

To get ahead and sequester the wealth

Without sacrificing leisure or health

 

Traditional paths wrought

Meet fault lines of fatal constraint

Free market bettors know ahead

To furnish class and a swollen bed

 

Its a good lie to tell

And what an enduring spell

Melting technologies, the wry adjustment

Polishing gold on titanic buttress

 

Be a good slave

And your freedom you will earn

Having much leisure to burn

And satisfy luminous craving

 

Model generations smugly implode

As the pension strategies erode

A numb cynical idea circulating

Running out the daylight in futility

 

All these antiques are left

The relics creak about in their shanty house

Framing wall paper and arranging eyelids

As they cling to a spiral demise


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sea of love

laws of the sea
please call your waves silent
and listen to me
stay calm and peaceful, non-violent
for my only true love
travels upon thee


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TheTruth Of My Crime To All Soup Members Part 3

I have goals, I plan to enroll in a community college.  Get an associates degree in graphic 
design.  I plan to write a couple books.  I have a few novels in my head.  I love music still, 
singing, dancing - I can do it all.  I'm silly, funny, morbid, you can tell in my slams.  
     Now I've flirted with women on this site - I'm single, and yes I would love to find love.  I 
thought I found it, but it slipped away.  I do not "prey" on women.  I would love to have a 
good strong woman in my life.  That's why I've asked a couple to correspond via postal mail -
as friends first to get to know me.
      Soupers my times almost done.  I should not be prejudged or discriminated against!  
P.D., Nathan, SKAT I am sorry for the slams.  I guess I pushed your buttons where you guys 
would want to gossip about me,  Ain't no other reasons.  But I have nothing to hide.  I'm as 
real as they get!  
     I have not asked any women on this site for anything (unless they are my genuine friend, 
and a great friendship was already established.)  If "preying" on women for friendship, pen-
pals, possibly love, then I'm guilty!
     Some of you soupers are on my facebook!  Carolyn Devonshire is like my big sister.  
Audrey Carey is my dearest friend, whom I love, and no we are not an item.  Marty Owens is 
a dad I never had.  Laura McKenzie, BillytheKidster, Bob Hinshaw (I have good friends here 
on the soup).  And I want more good people in my life.
     SKAT was a great friend.  We collaborated on a great poem, so what happened?  Hmmm..
     Well I love you guys man.  The soup rocks, soon I'll be behind a PC screen and chat, 
webcam you guys - It will be cool anyone wishing to write please do so (And Nathan, I'm not 
going anywhere;))
     Peace and love "The Poetic Warlock"

Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587
P.O.Box 2405
Marion NC  28752


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The Redeemer

Tell the world...tell them!!
Tell the world that the One,
Creator of all things has won.
Overcoming death something never seemed!!

Tell them...
He loved the world so much - 
He lowered Himself to a human being;
Just like you and me - He was Tempted by all things,
yet without sin.
Jesus die as a curse and resurrected as a  King - 
Love for us drove Him to the cross by all means.

Tell the world...
Jesus felt your sorrow, tears and pain - 
He walked among us...The wise, the foolish, the lame.
We all need Love and forgiveness.
Repentance is a gain.
Tell the world that His sacrifice  was not in vain.
Not one drop of blood was left in His veins.

Tell the world...Tell them!!(screaming)
All He require is a contrite spirit - 
A humble heart and broken spirit.
How could we reject this amazing grace;
turn our back on Him and spit in His face - 
Lord, we are not even worthy to tight up your shoe lace.
Thank you Father for your mercy and grace.

“Jesus die for all.
And he has come not to condemned the world but to save the world.
He die so through Him you may obtain eternal life.”

Jesus Christ our Redeemer
Let us confess that you are the son of God,
and that we are sinners.
We repent from our sins -
Lord, we need forgiveness.

We cry out to you oh Lord!!
Clean us with Hyssop -
so that we may be as white as snow.


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Childlike

I can laugh all night
Until sunrise
That might sound childish

I can act foolish
But I deserve 
To be treated right

I’m proud of myself
For preserving my 
My child innocence 

I can be naïve 
But I’d rather
Use my childlike brains

I have a grand gift
Of uplifting
The distraught spirits 

I can be mature
But who cares...I’m
Happy-go-lucky


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The Inner Struggle Within

A tender heart with words displayed

A soft word of praise for one to say
A sudden glance at sweet fancy & wine
Created from the elegance out of his grand design
A voice so very soft & tenderly;

To crush the fatal blow in disbelief

From shadows proned in some tearful disgust
The inner struggle within 
Within its torn silence there lies its most beckoning call
A rose was once plucked with a word of promise by which to care

A true love desire without the slightest word of care

The inner struggle within

A plot of land amidst a heart that was troubled
Never relent even if all Hell breaks loose & your torn to that of rubble

Now which pathway in life will you be willing to choose?


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Sound The Gong For The River

Sound the gong
O ye poetic comrades! 
Heralding the seventieth year of the River 
Play the flute
O ye poetic comrades!
A symphony of moving waters.

As the river flows, not withstanding
Its stage of life into craving streams
So does of the poetic life of Lindsay Barrett
Flows into the open hearts of juvenile poets
Making classics out of their juvenilia				

Lindsay Barrett is the River
Making streams from the belly of juveniles.

Sound the gong
O ye comrades!
Lindsay Barrett is the River that sups with
The Ocean for poetic genius
He knows the Ocean

This River has traveled afar 
He has sojourned forty five years in west Africa!

Sound the gong
O ye poetic comrades
The River knows the Ocean
For the river is seventy today.

This River has a favorite song;The Negro Speaks of Rivers
And this song is from a beloved departed Ocean
Departed ocean?
Langston Hughes is the departed Ocean
Departed out of our sight,but his memory
shall live on in our hearts;

''I've known rives
I've known rives ancient as
The world and older than the flow
Of human blood in human veins 
My soul has grown deep like the rivers''

Sound the gong
O ye poetic comrades!
Poetic streams; children of Lindsay Barrett  
Sound the gong 
O ye poetic comrades!
For the river is seventy today! 

Happy Birthday Daddy! 

15/9/2011


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For my 'Skins

When the weather is fair
Touchdowns and field goals, I cheer;
When it is stormy with a loss,
With the team I stand, supporting;
Good and Bad
Win, loose or tie
Not just a Fair Weather Fan
Burgundy and Gold for life 


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Celebrating Recovery

Recovery is when I wake up
In the morning
And get out of bed.

Recovery is walking out
The door everyday
And going to experience Life.

Recovery is going to work
For some people.
Recovery for others is volunteering.

Recovery is a process of living a 
Satisfying and Meaningful
Lifestyle.

Recovery is creating and changing a New Life
For the better with
Values, Goals,
A Healthy Sense of self, and Overcome
Stigma.

Recovery is new attitudes,
Learning New Skills,
 It's all about Feelings.

Recovery is 
Self Transformation.

A journey once taken, a process to regain one's sense of self.


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I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave



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Written Thanks

I thank you
with every word I write
every confession I pen

I thank you
with tears of joy
shed in tears of jet black ink
to the sound of rapping on gentle plastic
with every tap tap of the keys
I thank you more,

for holding me 
when I run for your embrace unbidden
I thank you so much
when I run from home
escape that place
that begs escape
and rush first and only, to you
so thank you
for reading my words
and embracing me
when the embrace I feel at home
is a pressure that I cannot take

I know to you I can run
and with all the thanks in my heart
embrace you once more.


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Unforgotten

I've captured you from death's snare,
While others were unaware
No more worrying,
You are unforgotten

You are alive
Others deny it 
Well, I know...
You are unforgotten
In my memory
You are unforgotten 	


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Song of a battlefront soldier

The drum in my dreary chest
Beats and booms to the rhythm
Of coughing cannon

The commander at the backline 
Sings the soldier’s motto and stomps succinctly 
Underneath the uttered ululation
Lay a lean line going thus:
“Turn back to your tomb”

“Destroy the enemy”
‘I will dodge the diving bullet’
“Protect your country”
‘I will protect my dear life’
“The country sent you here”
‘Poverty drove me here’
“Time to act is now”
‘Indeed; well said by a backline commander’

This is not our battle but my battle
I will battle with rage like a belittled bear
And conquer the enemy and the immortality fear
My household awaits my back sojourn with sunken hearts
It is their smiles and not
The dutiful salute by the commander
And a firm handshake that feigns friendship
That commands my commitment
In a dingy hut I will sit
And listen to my grandmother's tales
As I watch my grandchildren grow
Someday


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Citizenry Of The Soul

Written  Upon A Visit To Shanksville After 9/11



                                               Citizenry Of The Soul

If I did not believe there was bad in us,
I would have told you so.

If I did not believe there was also good, there
I would have uttered the words.

The instant of man is suspended upon this. It
pivots upon it as if some jewel on a chain, as
if “the belonged.”

We travel down the gravel road together past
The cornfields, and there a peacock stands bewildered,
by a barn, with eyes like a human being.

Up further are three golden feathered roosters with
blood red combs and, a ram with majestic horns.
Still, further is a reindeer, who hides his oddness in
the shadows.

On the ridge above are the horsemen. The horses are
Pale and beautiful and the sky above is “laid
open” and wondrous.

We travel further and, we reach the field of ghosts,
one single flag in the middle of the green grass.

We sit and wonder at mankind, at the struggle that
ensued there above that field to preserve humanity.
We imagine the plummet of the metal hull to the soil.

The purer of soul come everyday and sit and look out
upon the single flag, look upon the single truth.
The mud clings to their feet.

There is no wind above here or below. But, the currents
of air have odd faces and hands, they make unfinished 
turns and curves. They ring bells on plaques.

And, caress chimes, flutter ribbons.
We see the brighter souls.
We know they are this wind we feel brushing our 
arms strong – even in their going.





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Ended To Soon..Dedication to Tyisha Miller

A beautiful human being, 
Lost her life, and no one seems to know why
If only her silence could be broken, If only her
Soul would wander around and deliver the untold
The story no one could tell,

The truth about what happened, Someday will be revealed
Classification and separation, Is what we often feel
Taken so violently, Bared the brutal pain,
An innocence loss, Is what she became 
No matter the shape or life that she led,
She didn't deserve the death she was fed

I feel for the mother, The loss of her child,
Can be filled with no other ,The father and sister
Aunt,cousins and family will remember Tyisha, 
All the good memories

Tyisha?

Do you remember the silly arguments,
We used to always have
Sitting around our desks in our elementary class,
You were mad at me and I was mad at you
Because we had some much in common,
And yet we hated to

You carried my birthday, I carried your age,
You carried my year, I carried your first name
You were like me, as I was like you,
But Tyisha Tyisha, you were taken to soon

We had our differences, We went our separate ways,
But still I remember you, Just like it was yesterday
You carried my first name, As I carried yours,
I carried a tone, Much lighter than you
But still you were taken, To soon  To soon,
A home you found in heaven
With our lord, Jesus Christ,
So sad you had to leave this world
And join another life,

Nine years had gone by, Before I'd seen your face,
And when that day had finally come, It was on the newspaper page
I couldn't believe it was true,
So much sadness I felt for you
I know it wasn't right, A shameful breach of trust,
Your life was taken so quickly but the memories nobody can touch
From this day forward, Just trust and believe,
For the Master will surely supply all your needs

Tyisha don't worry, You're safe and your sound,
No longer are you burdened , No longer are you bound
Tyisha, Tyisha,  Please remember me, I'll see you again,
Rest in peace, Rest in peace







(December 1998)
(By Tyesha Ehigiator)
(Aka Tyesha Miles)
(An Old classmate)


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If Only I could, I Will

If only I could tell the sun to stand still to stall the date of your going, I will; 
If only I could tell the wind to stop moving that not a thing shall be able to fly, I will; 
If only I could turn every deserted place a green pasture so you would be exploring no more, I will; 
If only I could make every insult to sound like a joke so that one won't be hurt but laugh, I will; 
If only I could turn my every thought into an immortal song that without trending you'd be inspired to sing, I will; 
If only I could literally show how much love I have for you by physically opening my heart, I will; 
  
I could only wish: IF ONLY – because it will never will. 

Yet, the most I can do is wish: 
That I can hold back my tears at the date of your going; 
That the wind shall be its fairest for you to have a safe flight; 
That the place you are heading is the greenest of the pastures anyone would hope to settle; 
That you will be spared of any kind of mockery and insult from a discriminating crowd; 
That you'll be free from stress, fatigue, and discomfort; 
That mine thoughts that you ignored maybe a line of your favourite song; 
That the heart of the one you will find to love shall have a love, so true, like this love I have for you; 

Finally, if I shall be lucky to reach my old age, I hope to have the same consciousness even in  my deathbed, that before giving up my ghost, I still can make a wish – a wish that you never had to go so that I would had spent a lifetime with you . .... ... 

Date & time of writing: 
January 7, 2012 
11:03am – 11:57am 


the sentiment of a lover when true love has to be compromised in paving way to a beloved's call of fortune


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Woman

Becoming a woman means taking the back seat sometimes . . . 
being a woman is realising this and overcoming it, 

Becoming a woman is learning your culture and its values . . . 
being a woman is honing and embracing it,

Becoming a woman means understanding your core values . . . 
being a woman means defining and defending it

Becoming a woman changes you, sometimes too much . . .
being a woman means identifying and resisting it

Becoming a woman introduces you to a whole new world . . .
being a woman means leaving the bad and embracing the good

Becoming a woman means gaining a new body . . . 
being a woman is loving and dealing with it


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No Memories

I didn’t know you 
I never really talked to you
But you created my sister
You brought her to my family
You were trying to be better
You were trying to be better
That’s what hurts me the most
That I didn’t know you
That I never really talked to you
But you were trying
And you are missed
I thank you for being you
For doing everything you did
Even the mistakes
Because you passed something on
You made an impact
My cousin you were
My family you will always be
I didn’t know you
We fought the last time I ever talked to you
Then you were gone
So young
So sudden
But I think of you and smile
Because you were a good person
You were someone to be missed
I’m just sorry
That I don’t really have memories to look back at
But I will always look back at you and smile
Because I did know you
We were family
My cousin
And the only memories I need is your face
Your smile
And I will always remember that
And you are missed
You were loved
YOU ARE LOVED
* RIP to my cousin that passed away 2 years ago. We miss you*


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HER - for my sister Love

~HER~

Hope was crushed

by pregnant dreams

Her... faith forgotten

or so it seemed... 

~HER~

Struggles went unknown

Pain bred unseen

Her... heart beat alone

LOVEs hurt SCREAMS

~HER~

Gates of HEAVEN opened

ESSENCE flowed through

HER frail life now full

everlasting LOVE ensued

 
Lay

~ I wrote this for my sister Love who is a single mother. Her daughters names are Heaven and Essence. ~


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Today


When will I give the Lord my heart
          If not today
When will I ever serve Him
          If not today
When will I recognize that the Lord is  God
          If not today
Devotion to God is daily
          It starts today
It's not just a some day thing
          It starts today
It's not when I get my life sorted out
          It starts today
He is worthy of everything we can give Him
          Will you start today


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One Step Closer

Once it's a desire,
and the needs intensify.
to create,to justify
To be known...not so far.

All I dream is to fulfill,
what deep inside me
is a fiercing devotion,
compose every one's dream.

My sword started to kill,
tearing the flesh,
swim one's soul in bloodstream
Dying to live again.

Now I plough in a midst of nowhere,
Spread my wings up high.
Reigns  my soul to indulgence.
One breath away, one step closer.


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Vision in the mood

Remember me as a sin of living path 
Render the loneliness of life 
Recollect the one and only life 
Redeem the voices of silence 
Flashing in the dew drops, the lovely horizon 
Flittering the hairy feathers, the lonely blossom 
Flowering the fertility of vision, the lovely mind 
Featuring the arena of life, the lonely silence 
Meditating in the minds of winter 
Murmuring the songs of theme 
Mingling the waves of water 
Meeting the cause of vain 
Dancing in the pyramid of hopes 
Delivering the words of power 
Dealing in the mood of core 
Dwelling the lights in color 
Seen in the darkness of cloud 
Sealing the veil of shy 
Scale in the drops of ideas 
Surrender in the wings of reality 
Loving the tale of passion 
Leaning the footsteps in fragrance 
Lingering the lips of flowers 
                        Leaving the scene in style


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Aliens or Siblings?

Sisters, Brothers please watch with me,
Let your imagination run riot about mysterious space. 
We will reach our hands out into darkness touching one another in spirit. 
Standing outside alone, Grab my hand and stand beside me
Separated by galaxies we gaze at the stars,
How many more will join? 


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Remembering 9-11

	Remember those who died for us,
Remember nine-eleven,
They left their families to save us,
They died and went to heaven.
	Remember the twin towers,
They once were there but now are gone,
Remember those who went to work,
Who never came home.
	Remember the God who gave us life,
Who can save us from death,
Remember He’ll never leave our side,
In sickness and in health.
	They left their family to save us,
They died and went to Heaven,
Remember those who died for us,
Remember nine-eleven.
 


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A LETTER TO A SOLDIER

Dearest Son, you are so far away from us,
Yet in my heart thou'art here beside me always,
My little boy are you grown, a soldier standing guard
On distant shore, their to protect the great U.S.A.
But you'll always be my small miracle, whom I love
More than any anthem playing, the stars and strips forever,
No flag folded in honors respect, could make up for the loss
Of one so dear, to a mothers loving heart.
Alone at night I sit beneath the glittering stars of wonder,
And ponder do you see them too, my son from where ever
Thou'st are.
The ink on this letter maybe runny, for many nights worth
Of tears have I shed in missing thee, but I know you will return
Unto me, my dearest boy, for God the heavenly father, watches
Over thee for me.
Around your neck is the symbol of our faith, it is a mother's
Promised vow that someday your return unto those whom love
Thee most of all.
For every miles you've traveled, whatever distances separation,
Know my thoughts never stray from thee, and loves heart connection,
Binds us together forever as one, my precious son, and his devoted mother.
When soldiers come home, a band shall always play, and drums of valor
Can be heard from afar, but nothing can compare to the heart's beating
Within those family members who have been waiting, for their men to
Come home from war.
Mine is one of those drumming hearts, and I will be waiting always to
Embrace thee my little boy, whose gone to be a soldier.
Sincerely your loving mother.

08-11-2014


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To Err Is Human To Forgive Divine

"To err is human to forgive divine"

This lesson is priceless
for that, I thee love
a gift forgiveness 
from our Father above
without a trial or without bail
this small piece of salvation
he waits patently for us to reveal
a simple few words that set us free from heavy chains
"forgive me 'o father" seems to be trapped and ingrained 
but once the words flow in a glorious flood
the knowledge and wisdom spring forth in a budding new love 
no longer will the guilt seep in and invade
the torment will be lifted
and we shall live once again
 
It is then your gift of forgiveness shall truly reign 
even when others have caused excruciating pain
you will truly  grow to encourage others and forgive
a true gift from our creator
your heart shall be softened 
and a life of love will begin..........

"To err is human to forgive divine"



Amen...............

__________________
     CONTEST


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An American Hero


                          for fallen soldiers

I watched the bad news on TV again...
A young soldier came home in a coffin.

He is someone's Son, Daughter, Grandson, Granddaughter,
Brother, Sister, Friend, Husband, Wife, Father or Mother:

        who will never smile and hug his parents,
        who will never love and kiss his spouse,
        who will never enjoy and play with his kids,
        who will never laugh and talk with his friends,
        who will never wear his military uniform,
        who will never, ever be again around us...

He, who gave his life, is an American Hero:
an American Son or American Daughter. 

We will remember You, Soldier.


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Holding its Breath

My wrist curls upon itself and shuts its eyes,
and my shocked fingers
hold onto this pen in an iron grip sweating dread,
while upon the tip of this quivering pen
the drop of ink that hangs on by its calloused finger tips
dares not look down,
for my heart-
                                        it now holds its breath –

and my world waits for it
                                                                                   –to let it go


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A Door

In the middle of the room,
There is a door.
Not just any door,
But a door with a hole in the middle.
Pointless it seems like,
To have a hole in the door.
Pointless, yes,
But I want to know more.
It lures me in, 
Stealing my attention,
Stealing my thoughts,
My intentions.
Yet, I continue on. 
The hole is empty,
And I can’t see through to the other side.
I’m trapped in this room,
In this state of mind.
The answers are too hard to find.
Why am I trapped?
Why am I here?
But then I hear a voice.
One so calm, and
Another so loving.
Yes? Yes?
Love ME, Love ME,
Not this door,
Not the world,
Or anything for that matter.
Love Me more…


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Silent Love Affair

Softly I whistle from across the fence
your head like lightening lifts
in greeting as your eyes come to life
you meet me halfway and
lower your chin to my shoulder
as I throw my arms
around your neck, nestling into
your warmth and inhaling your aroma
your breath is soft and warm, 
sweet smelling as hay,
in the crisp morning air.
My hands run across the vast
expanse of your broad shoulders
remembering all the times they
carried me and my problems
to the slow running river where
we’ve spent most our days
in sunshine and blissful silence
running across the grassy plains
I could feel the power in
every graceful stride
feeling safe and secure
You’re a friend who asks no questions
you willfully do my bidding and
are always there to listen
A friend like you,
is a friend indeed,
you, my faithful companion,
my steed.


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RAIN A FALL

 Rain A Fall and dutty tough
But that didn't cause my mother or father to be a cruff
Instead it make dem realize that things not easy
They had three children to support
so they put dem head together
and open a stall and called it "Rain A Fall"
Yes, "Rain A fall"...

Rain A Fall and Dutty tough

Through all de struggles, my father and mother didn't once think to be a cruff

When the times got harder, my father decide
that him couldn't bear to see my mother coming home so late to feed wi
so him tell her to quit working, stop selling clothes on the roadside cause it nuh easy.
Yes, Rain a Fall and Dutty tough.

Wi go through many struggles but never once have we considered being cruffs
Mi mother quit her little  "hustling" and tun her full attention to raising wi.
Mi father hold on to him little job at the factory
and after many years of stuggles, dem proudly welcome dem pickneys-
Teacher, Accountant, Supervisor

Yes, Rain A Fall and Dutty tough
But that is no excuse to be a cruff!


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Missing You

Missing You
     by Amy Swanson


Sunny day...
     reminds me of the warmth
           in your smile

Today I saw
    a mom and daughter
          walking arm in arm

                        talking
                           laughing
                               shopping...

how I wished it could be us.

It seems so many little things...
         and some days, it is everything...
                              or even, just anything.....

reminds me of you.

I remember 
   your laugh...
        the sparkle of your dark brown eyes
             a merry mischief twinkled
                  from their depths

I remember
    how we talked
           of everything
                and nothing
                    at the same time;

no one else has ever understood me like you did.


All my bad...
    my faults and habits...
          rebellious teenage years...
                 you loved me still

like any good mother does.

       *and you were*

     Such a good mother.


Oh, how I wish that I could tell you
              one more time
   how much you've meant to me
                how much
                I love you.

My little girl was sick the other night...
         and as I bathed her with wet towels
              bringing down her fever,
                   checking on her through the night
                        medicines around the clock
                               constant hugs and gentle words -

I thought of you.

All the times
             you did the same for me...

All the times
             I never got to say

"thank you," Mom
       *so much*
              for helping me be   
                     who I am today.

And so I write
       thinking of you
           picturing so clearly in my mind

                                                              beautiful thoughts             
                                                              precious memories
                                                                          of
                                                                         you-

                                                        and hope somehow you know

                                         how very much

                                               you'll always mean to me;


                                          how very much

                                                                  I'm

                                                                            missing you.


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'My Silence'


This could be the deal breaker – I want to hold your hand through this difficult time I want to say "I love you" but in all the confusion I don't think you need other complications I think about you every day I miss you more often than none my only prayer is that you will find the answers you search for – it might not be exactly what you want to hear but knowing God and His method of working behind the chaos I know it will be what is best for you – In my silence I am thinking of you In my silence I miss you before I fall sleep at night, know that I am praying for you -- In the end my silence says so much maybe more than my words or actions ever could
©090120122208


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Thanks Mum

Mother If I could give you diamonds For each tear you cried for me If I could give you sapphires For each truth you’ve helped me see If I could give you rubies For the heartache that you’ve known If I could give you pearls For the wisdom that you’ve shown Then you’ll have a treasure, mother, That would mount up to the skies That would almost match The sparkle in your kind and loving eyes But I am sure you’re well aware My devotion, love and care Are always with you Thank you mum


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Tiny Grains of Sand United

These aren't the same sand grains of time are they? coming united from all around aren't they? can't feel the slightest sight of sound can you? you couldn't possibly begin to understand, why can't you? just find a way to join a cause bigger than you make a splash in a tiny pond could you? shift in ripples moving grains of the sands of time if you found a way to unbound a weary mind, if you take in only what you want that makes you tick till the very last tock I will with you These tiny sand grains all that remain of a distant fading memory on a shore full of fantasy reality is what you cannot change except when united tiny sand grains of time, that matter.


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Beyond The Sun

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)


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Sand Castle

As my country was bombed and I lifted away into the skies
I looked back and promised myself
I would not forget this house of sand in these times of rain

© Samir Georges
2009


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Love, Life, and Death

We Shared a love no one could know
We had a bond no Blade could cut
we had a friendship no hatred could penetrate
but we never were together

I was given so many chances to Prove my love
to make you mine
But death seperated us now I have no chance
but if you listen now from high in heaven
know I care and I will never forget
what could have been*


Not my best but Just a Ode to my good friend Kara
R.I.P


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Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.


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Beauty in the Breakdown.

The world is on fire and I'm thinking that's not such a bad thing.
Maybe it will take away the pain,
condemned to a lifetime of agony in my heart.
I doubt it'd be strong enough, but it's a start.

This pain feels indestructable.
It just keeps building brick by brick.
Soon to be a wall, not of protection, 
but like a prision, it will limit me.
Unable to let anyone in at all.

I dig my own grave.
The hole is in the ground.
It's taking everything I've got
to keep my feet to the ground 
and my head, to the sky.

So destroy the indestructable.
Break down the wall, brick by brick.
Fill in this grave I've dug.
Because I'm dying to be with you.


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A Poem on a Story from Holy Bible 1

This Poem is dedicated to all my Christian friends on Poetry Soup 
and else where in the world in the festival month of Xmas.


A Poem on a Story from Bible 1 of 2

The Healing at the Pool



One fine morning
When the Sun was spreading
Its refreshing morning breeze
On the soil of Jerusalem. 01

All the sick and suffering people
Had started gathering
On a spot 
Named as Five Porches
At the place, known as ‘Sheep Gate’. 02

They all were here
So that they may get a chance
To have a dip in the holy water of the pool
Of Bethzatha*
To get rid of their sufferings and sicknesses. 03

The desire and wish 
To touch the holy water and
To get well soon
Had brought them there
In spite of their pity deplorable conditions. 04

On that fine beautiful morning
Along with the rising Sun
Jesus had come to Jerusalem
For a religious festival. 05

He was standing on one of the porches
And was looking towards those people 
Who had gathered there
With all the love and kindness 
In his heart for them
For all those
Who were either sick or blind,
Lame or paralyzed
Or had sufferings of some other kind. 06

Ravindra
Kanpur India 8th Nov. 2012    To be concluded soon in Part 2


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The Land of Sophia

Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've