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Didn't Don't


Didn't Don't
Somebody keeps pulling on the rope to swing the bells
   didn't don't       
            didn't don't
Don't touch it. Don't say it. Don't do it. Don't doubt it. Don't think.

Somebody handcuffs my steps. Somebody determines my boundaries.
Before I fully understand free will, there is a slap on my head
      and phosphenes like stars that command my orbit.
Before I can recognize differences, there is a slap on my hand
      right hand, not left hand...never ambidextrous; 
      and time out is isolation without a trial...and I learn
                               the fear of wrongdoing
                               remote-controlling my existence,
conditional on demand, predesigned
      and easily
      and obviously
An aborted freedom escaping into the sewer
trying not to get it on the seat

I'm the observer of other lives, not mine               
tied up and chained, in captivity 
attempting to prove an alibi 
                    for being alive.
No one cares
not even myself

Somebody pulls on the rope to swing the bells
   didn't don't       
           didn't don't
It's dirty. It's ugly. It's bad. It's poo. It's sin.

commitments, commandments... Commandments, Commitments
                               Salvation... Damnation
Sometimes deception makes them ring in a low tone. Sometimes
I do what they say, and not what they do, and not what I want, and not what I think.

                 Through   fragments   of   this   duplicity,
                                               and   this   duplicity, 
I would be able to rebuild myself,
                                and Myself, into another hypocritical being;
and the intentional perversion of the self proclaimed truth,
                                or the liar paradox,
                                will be sovereign
leading to the use of tricks and cotton swabs.

When the remorseless hours run counterclockwise,
I would be happy through imaginary experiences,
consistently depurated,
consistently believed to be true.
Would I dare to examine the society in which I've been educated and raised?
Would I dare rip my flesh off of my bones?
How could I blame them? How could I possibly judge them?
Order and obedience in complicity

If somebody keeps pulling on the rope to swing the bells
If I'm the only one guarding my own cell
If I'm the jailer, and the convict, and the crime.


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He reads voraciously

to his young children,
beholden and somewhat bewildered 
by sweet progeny 
their relentless leaching of his words 
hungry baby birds, small peep teachings

He reads sporadically
to his father, articles from the paper, 
headlines and bylines,
for his dad has cataracts, now, and velum hands
shake newsprint, making a rattling sound 
too like the quiver of their cloistered skeletons,
all those remains, all those remains

There is wisdom in comics, he has found, 
bucolic rings so like old church bells 
tutoring fields through fog

He still tries to read

his wife,
shared history in eyes,
the geography of long sighs, that topography of belly,  
yes, yes, a theology that spills from parted lips
bless each rumpled sheet, that chemistry 
which repeats poetry, spoken in a dialect, so rare 

He remembers reading an encyclopedia 

in the face of a beggar, once, 
the prophetical sparking from high brows 
which seemed to be only crossed currents,
a lifetime recorded, an unbound edition, A through Z
but when he turned carefully to C,
he'd found a full entry on compassion
and charity

Soon, he'll no longer read music notes

through a soft blur, playing guitar for one
a thousand times more educated then he,
this twelve year old girl, her heart 
an open lecture hall,
that smile of pure academia, 
may she ever be an opus angelorum,
that reaches, will ever reach, 
far past mere hospice walls.

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Mental Hospital Bills

dadgum doctors, heads up their butts poking, prodding, pricking skin neurologist a psychopath gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body family doctor showed little concern made me paranoid about irregular heartbeat EKG failed to determine cause left me more in doubt than at ease dentist like a character from Dustin Hoffman’s “Marathon Man” the more pain inflicted the more he rejoiced deep root cleaning caused severe infection bloodwork done by Vampira clones labs filled with tubes and needles results not shared with me yet I footed the bill optometrist an Oriental who moved so fast didn’t care if the prescribed glasses worked boo on you, dang aristocrats waving your credentials nurses so slow to respond MRI promised on CD, but couldn’t be obtained just like the blood tests, needed a “report” doctors driving me insane each should share my mental hospital bills
*Based on ongoing health tests and written for PD’s contest. Assignment Free Verse, 25 lines, category slam, sad and educational, title: Mental Hospital Bills

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Eyes on Words

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Raymond Ngomane 

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                   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.

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

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A river called Ebola

Thathud, boom boom boom 
Thathud, boom boom boom
I listen
As drums beat in Africa
Voices rise above the pounding
Crying out for their lost
For their feverish
Helpless people dying one loving touch at a time
Ebola, your tears bring destruction
You methodically  make your way to the city
The river from which you flow is cursed
A stream of blood gushes forth
Pouring out and through Africa
Thathud, boom boom boom

You, Ebola
Travel in secrecy
Disguised as lesser diseases
Now the uncommon more common cold
You wear malaria like a illusionist's garment
Making your way through the marketplace
Taxicabs fill with your unsuspecting victims
Fear and ignorance, your loyal companions 
Following you to the hospitals
Places of healing become decimated 
The healers hands are not protected
Their fingers become your own
You whisper "take me home with you,
let me kiss the face of your loved ones!"

Still the drums continue to beat
Thathud, boom boom boom
Hear the beat of Africa's heart
Bring your Doctors across her borders
Open Samaritan's Purse
Ebola, must not win
Let us love Africa one person at a time
God's loving hand's poised to heal
Redemption is possible
He has not forgotten his children
Strength will once again course through their veins
Africa will sing a new song
The fever will break
Ebola, you cannot
Shall not
Will not
Silence the drums of Africa!
Thathud, boom boom boom
Thathud, boom boom boom
Thathud, boom boom boom........

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The Stricken Corridor

Fall tumbles relentlessly on our door steps
young winter birds inducing provoking sounds scamper in trees 
Watching winter crawling slowly under our feet.

The night rain wet the ground with sadness 
washing  away the environmental stench
purging the atmosphere of  its infectious dew
And  I could absorb fresh air in my lungs again. 

I fell into a deep sleep shortly after nine but woke up 
by my next door neighbor bustling activities.
Nice showers clean fresh air is the perfect night to
be drenched with sleep but instead I was on my knees.

An unknown burden overshadowed  me, disturbing my spirit
raising my curiosity, causing me to ponder over unknown mysteries
unexplainable matters that doesn't concern me, yet they troubled me.

I soaked myself in prayer seeking for a  plausible answer 
And after praying I fell asleep again; a sleep that 
I thought would be peaceful but here I am again
on an unannounced journey to the Far East.

I mysteriously found myself on a university campus in the Far East,
no paint, no color, everywhere was deserted, no one was around
except for dry leaves  spreading out on the troubled ground 
and dull trees astoundingly lingering in the autumn breeze.
I walked propitiously through the front door along a bare corridor 
in search of a toilet to ease my body pressure.

A desolated corridor whose hope seemed to be diminished with the passing of time
a million feet must have trodden upon it, feet in search of  freedom ,
feet looking for peace, proud feet, dirty feet, bloody feet, stubborn feet.
Feet looking for revenge and feet marching to the destiny of doom. 
I moved anxiously from door to door but every door that I opened I saw
Asian toilet embedded deeply in the ground and clean water flooding all around. 

I opened another door and found a western bath filled with clean water 
I kept walking along the corridor but all the Asian toilets were flood with water.
At the end of the corridor I found one that was completely  dry but there was no toilet inside except for PVC pipe fittings planted firmly in the ground.

I tread along the opposite side of the hallway still searching for  a toilet
but only rooms whose doors were removed  and leaning helplessly
in front of them occupy the other side of the stricken corridor.

I anxiously left the building and a slim young man in his early twenties 
wearing shaded glasses ran behind a reception area outside the campus ground
and pretended as if he was at work, but that was only a deception.

As I walked passed him he tried to reached out to me
He complained about someone who has treated him badly
and pointed to a friend who was instrumental in turning his life around.
A sizable crowd gather around him as he  illustrates his painful story.

He and his friend took me to the other side of the campus where 
a larger crowd of young people had gathered for a wedding
some were sitting under large beach umbrellas
While others congregate in groups all over the campus grounds.
I walked upon a platform  where the wedding ceremony
was about to  take place but daylight suddenly exploded in my face.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            ©2014 Christine Phillips

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Wearing Depends In the Deep End

I am whatever you say I am 
currently I'm the eyes of the world
it's what they discovered when
daddy tied a pork chop around my neck just to get the dog to play with me
first time I menstruated, mommy said I would bleed to death,
"hemorrhage" she said. Scared me to death
someone said it's not proper to rhyme a word with the very same word
Teddy Boof was my favorite stuffed bear, but brother tied fishing line to Boof's 
thumb, threw him off the New River Bridge and laughed at me for being dumb 
thinking he had succumb to the Gully rapids.
This head's been sunburned one too many times, Hydro codeine began the 
bad dream, attended HIGH school with Oxy, until my pupils penned black 
cocaine and crank brought them speed balling back hard until stars graduated 
a moron

I cannot help what you assume I'm on
I cannot help what you do not understand
Art and I play Clyde the Glide with Garfunkle on a tragic carpet ride with Joan 
Baez...(spelled Be A Easy)
Am I showing my true age yet? 
Or should I recite Little Wayne and T. Pain, and say made up word like : Fo' 
Sho' Yo! and/or  Fo' Sheezy my Neezy?
Then would you believe me? That I'm really 16 and smoke weed dipped in PCP.

I am a woman now, but how?
I know you from who?
have you studied my avatar and guessed me to be thirty three?
did you see my ball cap and mistake me for shallow?
did you read a young man's writing and ask, "for what is that guy aspiring? I 
mean he's got fire, but he's a liar and I write circles around that jerk!"
did you go berserk when ya' heard  I was a cross dresser on Thirsty 
did you attend my Miss World pageant and make fun of my Max Factor?
did you love me when I walked with Jehovah, Praise YHWH! YAH BRAVO YAH?
Encore, encore! Atta boy, what a saint?
guess it doesn't matter anyway
we're going to perceive what we want to believe
guess it never mattered anyway
next year I'll be ninety-nine and every time I go swimming, mobs of teenage 
women beg to dive in the deep end for too long with me...and just be wrinkled 
friends...(Depends in the deep end)
at one hundred and ten, I suppose things will be different
seventy five years in the methadone line and it's time to be free and begin to 
spend my pension.
Can I have your attention
one more thing to mention
For the last time, I can't help if you don't understand me....I'm only alien see,  
so please,  shine your light and stop taking these random words so literally. 
There is a reason why I cannot read. Now I must ask...
why do you?

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Grand Canyon

Some people are voices
On the edge of rocks
With steep slopes and cliffs.
Some people are echoes
At the bottom of walls
Carved by rushing waters.

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You Can't Hurt Me

Resounding echoes awaken the child
demons in the attic beckon unto him
stark fear grips his Vick's laden chest
shivers vibrate rusty springs of down

footsteps creak closer upon loose floorboards
while steamed filled pipes play taps
a somber teddybear snarls
causing the world to be still

foolish nuns, God doesn't want to "get me"

the sting of a ruler splinters a left hand
blood spurts upon faces of laughter
evil little boy too wicked for a mother
affliction runs in the family

Florence became flop because she always fell
polio never whipped her ass
just abused her now and then
she healed with a smile

Even humility has its price

Jimmy Dean wore sunglasses
maybe his eyes were bloodshot
or maybe he was a child of an alcoholic
and they became part of his attire

degenerate eye disease, masturbation
spattering or battering
does it really matter when you can't see
or understand the difference between ADD and ADHD

Psych 101: Crack can be Prozac

Iron gates surround a new residence
protecting the innocent who peer from outside
rehabilitation means refining bad habits
like those on the outside who have mastered them

twelve years of bars and games people play
provide an education unto itself
seclusion can be the deciding factor
between murder or suicide

self righteous judges choose life

recidivism is a revolving door
of vicious cycles with no engines
only propellers called co-dependants
or co-defendants, take your pick

life repeats itself over and over
only the circumstances change
yet the merry-go-round stops
when the flowers are arranged

Why are most tombstones gray

scared, afraid to die
are you saved?
from what, ourselves
you can't hurt me

Bob Shank-Nov. 30th, 2006

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IQ Test

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

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

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

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

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

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Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written

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Interalphabetnet sex stew

Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intracacises that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous dildodate vis a vie in 
an engaging omnipresence of sextext no tact
spell ckeck chicshicshakplak no sense tic tac.
Talk? Walk? Balk? Chalk? Sue? Sulk? 
Dinosaur diligence posse with the senior
gestages gestulating, we r forevre 21 and ying yang 
dung. Yes, good f ing luck with that!! Look at your 
petridish parents and see what box u check to lid close
and abscond with the lost liberal leftovers. That
is you in reverse in a few carnal years after Hilter youth
children decide to screw us as the new 
generation which skewer post present parental postulates 
to the oldster outhouse outlets so u can be "youf" free. Little
do they notknow as they cumulatively co opulate 
that they set the stooge stage for no thanx ahole actions. 
The DOS does'nt fall from the Apple tree. Leave it, 
love it, learn it while ye may, the kid crisp cosmos of
offspring social dicktates are biting at your heartbeatbit 
empty elmo enterprises. Pause parenatal prenatal
preferences prepearing perinatal persons pretasking
postnatal practices, in which you have veno papa preparation.
Think before you For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge and Analyze
your ass-incarnate initiate. Borrow berofe u basterdize, 
condomize before u copu culminate, decide before
u dicktate, envision before u envy, fail before u foil, 
grasp before u germinate, halt before u hinder, 
illuminate before u illerate, jump before u jinx, 
kill before u keep, love before u lay, meaning before
moaning, neutralize before u now, obilerate before
u ooops! presence before predicament, quit before
quake, resilience before ridiculous, sanity before
sexusensuality, thinkth before u thumpth, utilize
before u unionize, victory before victimization, we 
before want, xx nor xy, zen before zeal. Pocket 
passion files fly in the face of ruined reason residules
to the point of pronounced perplextion plagued 
prominantly with no recall references to problematic 
protocals for near north normalicies in my buckeye
life measures of simpatico silly symbiosis sublime
of mini me monophile mucous made misdemeanor
milktoast memories. Pass go, collect $200.

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The Ambiance

In chilly sensation held
Wrapped within warm quilt
I could almost feel my balmy
Breath condense through the 
With the odor of my favorite
Scents swarming through my
I sit with passion, my divan positioned
My posture upright, my thoughts
My room lit just right
My table perfectly placed
I focus, I think
I stare

Glasses on, books on the 
Right pages… pens, pencils, 
Some papers to solve upon
Then tear…

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Passed on knowledge

this is true;
you and I
filtering yester-year,
who was I,
and now this crutch
strengthens I

Forward now
just past mine age,
for I have passed on knowledge;
"I will discover grace"

sensitive skin,
her soft kiss
of yester-year
and Heaven
letting me in

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Rusted Nail

Today, upon the ground, I found a rusted nail.
Red and yellowed since its use,
It was caked and swollen; cracked lines top to bottom
With one turn in its body where last it was removed.
And the head was tilted slightly from a blow
Received when it was first employed and put to use.
I pondered of the purpose it had served
And the structure it had helped to hold and form.
I recognized its shape having spent many days 
With hammer in my hand and blueprint in mind.
I have straightened many that were pulled and bent 
And drove them to serve purpose.
Once this nail had value and function was providence.
Now, it fills a wrinkle of my palm 
And leads me to wonder….
What will someday become of me?
Will a member of the generation born this day
Look upon me and speculate my past,
And weigh my usefulness against my keep?
Will I present as bent?
And, will the balding gray and shortened step
Persuade them I have passed my day of worth? 
Or, will they look about their world 
And see what I have made?
So much from just one rusted nail. 

4th place in "Darn I Wish I Wrote This" on 6-26-12

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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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The Nest

The Nest I first saw the hen as she flew Up to the raised bed in front of the school. I thought it was odd she was there, With so much activity at the entrance. The second time I saw her, I decided to see what she was up to. Imagine my surprise when I found A cleverly hidden nest containing ten eggs. I questioned her choice of location, But, what do I know about building a nest? I watched closely from the window for a week. But now, so did others. The kids were bright, and nosey. Soon, several knew the secret. When I came to school on Monday, I found the eggs had been thrown About the drive and against the brick. The efforts of the expectant hen and drake Had been spoiled by someone. I could almost understand if it had Been a skunk or possum that Needed the eggs for survival. But to be wasted…was senseless! If you know anything about school and kids, You know that someone came to me with a name. And that person gave me another name. Soon, I had three kids in my office. And a choice to make… Should I break them like the eggs They had strewn and spoiled? Or, should I protect them and watch Them grow as I would the duckling Had they hatched? And then, on cue, the pair flew down From the nest and waddled away From their loss. I watched with the children, And after a few moments, Made an observation. “They’re just like parents… walking away From the spot where they lost their Entire family…Every child… Imagine how they must feel!” Their eyes filled with tears. They left my office with compassion, And, a newly acquired appreciation of nature… The nest was not a total loss.

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An English Life

An English Life

It is midnight the Milk train pulls into darnall station
No ordinary passengers here
Steelworkers with their families
Loaded with fishing tackle, sandwiches and maggots
The Fossdyke in Lincolnshire, their destination
The fare Half a crown for happiness

The long walk in the dark,
A stairway to heaven in my memory
Dawn on the Foss and a cup of tea,
Fever in the blood, the first eel of the day
Our cane rods lovingly handed down from father to son.

I remember, Pheasants looking for mates
Shrieking their songs of love
Swans begging for scraps
Their majestic white necks, nodding,
 A greeting into their kingdom
The mist off the water revealing families,
being together, laughing, enjoying what was free.
For tomorrow the grime returns.
A conversation with a stranger then out of a bag,
The rabbits, sometimes hare, sometimes pheasant.
Onions and carrots, shortly follow
The smell, forever linked with summer
The scent of my childhood

Summers were hotter then;
At times I drank the Foss, for I was nature’s child
Being clean was never a priority,
Catching fish was, never killed always returned,
Our Covenant with Nature.
For it is the sport that we honour. 

And with age comes reflection,
Poor I may have been, my education neglected
But I have a Doctorate in nature, for I have seen the dawn
Away from the factories, where the pheasant runs free
And where the swan reins king, I was part of them.
It was here I learned what family was, 
To share, my last drink of pop with my neighbour,
 A simple life, maybe, but what a life

For I have seen what Constable painted
Lived every word that Wordsworth wrote
Understood the Fragrance of the Flowers
 And revelled in the poets dream.
I loved every colour, every sound, every scent,
 And every fish I ever caught.
Father and mother are gone now,
Never complained about their Station in life, 
For they found paradise on the Foss.

They left me the seeds to their heaven
And the key to my happiness
A key forged in a mans worth
To open up my soul to the beauty
That surrounds us all.

Dawn on the Foss, was my church
 My soul was cleansed here
And my heart was shaped here
My memories kept safe here
And the Foss fever still resides here
I will die on some bank side, one day
Rod in hand, and I will be content,
So Tight lines my fellow Anglers.

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Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself

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There was once a young girl,
Who wish upon the stars,
Looking so bright in the sky,
She dream and soar up high.

Opportunities knock in front of her,
She think, she decide, with a prayer,
Go on, walk alone and prove to everyone,
That no matter what, she will do her plan.

Roads are not as smooth as she goes,
But strong enough to dream and pursue,
Thinking of the wish she promise to herself,
And she asks God to give her more strength.

To be strong to face challenges in life,
And dedicate her wish to God above,
Now success is within her reach,
With her determination not to be rich,
But to help for those who are need.

A girl who once wish upon the stars,
Is now a woman of example and virtues ,
For she is the already the molders of the youth,
Wish granted and she is now contented,
For God is really good if you believe and have faith

9th Place Winner
Pd's "New Poem" Contest

That Young girl

9th Place Winner
For Nathan's "oOne of your Best" Contest

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"What is a Sad Day In America?"


It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day worrying about being 
black, educated and female.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day and there is a new battle.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up living on the outside of the 
American Dream, but you live within America and you have nightmares about 
walking in the shoes of another race in your view.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when Civil Rights begin to regress over 40 years.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you have to worry about what religion or 
denomination you belong too.

It is a “Sad Day” in American when the words “I can” in the word American does 
not represent “I can because I am free.”

Instead it becomes an obstacle because others continue to suppress me---
because of my race, religion, sex, ability or disability? 

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we accept mediocracy.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we cannot accept our fellow man or fellow 

It is a “Sad Day” in America when others cannot hear or see.

It is a “Sad Day” when we can no longer show empathy.

It is a “Sad Day” when all we do is “nothing”.

The “Glorious Day” will come when we learn the history of others, walk with 
others by empathizing with others and consider ourselves  brothers and sisters 
in “One America”, one fight, one battle, one love-- until that time “it is” and “will 
be”  a “Sad Day” in America.

copyright@2006 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins 

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L. I. F. E. (Living In Fear Everywhere)

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

Just as we live and just as we die 
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves 
We are the players 
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise 
Of war, famine and greed 
We do rise
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills 
And continue to improve the technology, the precision 
The assurance of absolute destruction 

Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier 
The career choice of many 
A thriving business with prestige and power 
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush 
So young, so fragile 
Blood is running in the streets 
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth 
Falling, one after the other 
So far from the truth 

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ? 
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves 
Stealing each others dreams 
Each others families 
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ? 
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care 
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival 

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere 

Eric (and sometimes not)

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Moody Black's People

surrounded by incredibly 
spectacular individuals
bonded by word 
yet  heard to the third....
within the stillness
this hour 
harmonically invested
spiritual benevolence 
fuels their army of relevance
the rarest  people you'll meet
standing up for freedom
feet to the street 
sharing their fearless soul
with body and mind aligned
in control

*(dedicated to Moody Black's Upstate S.C. Poetry team, and Dr. Richard Moss)

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I Am Ghost

I think, therefore I am,
And of what I think
Becomes me out of thought,
Momentarily, memories make
More mad moments of me,
Be it reality of fantasy?
Physical or Metaphysical?
My paradox is my persona

Brain fires random impulses
From dead end to dead end,
Unless thought becomes abnormal,
There alone lies the hidden bridge,
Succumb to human limitations
Yet accept thought as immortal,
A constantly pondering organ
Ensuring unfinished business

Thus, ensuring eternal life
Through verse and voice,
lascivious pursuit of knowledge,
And expeditious conversations,
Decreasing the prudent choices,
Increasing importance of mankind,
Show my brother to know myself,
Teach I, personal and universal

Haunting descendants of yesterday
With chains formed out of intellect,
Linking type writers and computers,
segregated and integrated minds,
and radio to television, all is all,
One is all, all is one, we are all one,
Thus ancestors never die
Nor do children grow old

Pictures become mirrors,
mirrors become gateways,
and gateways become infinite,
Appearing in places of proximity
to those in need of certain lessons,
As they share the experience,
Creating the desired domino effect
amongst both old and young

Groans of disappointment echo
for those who fail to evolve
and those with no desire to do so,
Harrowing screams of spirits
who embrace the role of educators,
Wounded souls they soon become
as civilization slowly falls to failure
by ignoring text, dreams, and elders

Still, new souls are born
as the dying discover the lesson,
Becoming burdened by brilliance,
Brilliance that was never shared,
Yet the lesson must be learned
by the living loved ones,
As I listen for the first time,
Understanding noise of the night

The spirits speak slowly,
The world willingly whispers,
I am you, you are me,
We are I and I am we,
Repeating the words nightly,
Among other lessons of life,
Thinking of them, as we live,
We can say, they are us,
And for a moment, I am ghost.

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the flying monkey

there once was a flying monkey who didn't know what to eat.  so he ate the old scraggly poop hanging from his butthole.  His friends thought he was weird but i didnt. i do that all the time.  it tastes good.

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You're The Weak One


You’re the weak one, you’re a bully.  The weak one is definitely
not me.

The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.

So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.

Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. 

Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?

Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, 
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.

	Al Johnson

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Black History

The past
I am a black prince
Who use to rule over a kingdom 
But now my people and me are enslaved 
Force to pick the white mans cotton 
I see my brother and sisters 
Being whipped and branded like cattle 
They think we are cattle 
So we are treated like cattle 
But my people dream and sing of the future
Where we are free from our shackles 
The future 
I am the black preacher 
Who has been freed from his shackles
But now fighting for our rights 
So my son and daughter
Can go to a pool and not be separated
By the racial line.
Or when they go outside to play 
They don’t have to worry about the KKK
Trying to hang them from a tree branch
That is the reason I fight that is why I want equal rights
For there can be a better tomorrow

The better tomorrow
I’m the son of the preacher
Who was the grandson of the black prince.
Here saying that enslavement and segregation
Is over
An now the only problem remains is
The fact that we are killing each other
Over money and women
This makes no sense
Have we as a people suffered enough?
Have we shed enough blood?
So I ask you
Put the gun down spread the word 
Tell our brothers tell are sisters that the 
300 years of enslavement and segregation is over
We have our black president 
We have the power 
To show the world that
We as a people are united 

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Seven hundred wives

Here I am,

From where,
the soul reading
did ask 

Trace me...
this pinkish soul,
and twisted blotch
of hair;

from Adam
fool !

Then Solomon did love,
at the least,
seven hundred wives

From about this,
condemned world,
I did come

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I will not be late to work this morning

I will not be late to work today

I will get there on time
I will brush my teeth
Without singing songs
Without thinking about birthdays
About gymnasiums
About TAKS 
About sound
About war

I will get there on time
I will eat my oatmeal
Without thinking of 
Broken valentines
Strewn against a wooden
Like dropped goblets
From a robbers pillowcase

I will be there before the bell rings
My papers will be checked
My hair will be combed
My mind will be alert 
Ready to begin my lesson

I will not wonder why
My oldest son doesn’t have a job
I will not pray too long
For my daughter who is taking the bar today
At 10:30 AM in New Orleans
I will not scar my knees wishing
For some alternate world
Where children are never neglected
Or hurt
Where there is no abandonment

What nonsense to try and order the world
Just get to work on time
Put your things in the car, your projector and 
The white binders that you didn’t look at
All weekend although you were supposed to check the papers and put the 
grades on the computer
I will leave now
Before it is impossible to
Be on time
I will cream my ashy ankles

I will not focus on the white
Cat on the black pillow
With the green eyes
I will not water the plant
I will not watch TV
I will not write poetry
Before work

I will not write poetry
Before work
I will get to work on time
I will be ready
I will not be daydreaming about fog
Wondering if I’ll get Alzheimer’s like my mother
Or colon cancer like my dad
I won’t be thinking about that stuff
I will be locking the front door and 
Closing the gate and clicking the clicker
And starting the car and leaving

I will not be in my living room
Wondering if there is any reason to love
Because I do not love for reason
I love because He first loved me
It is not incantations or intoxication
Or imagination it is my life and 
The structure will come with the
Clearness of Bajan water
So clear you can see the fish
Fly float across the Atlantic

It is time
This poem must end
I will not be late for work
This morning
Not for nothing
Not for nobody
Not for anything
Not for everything

This poem is over 
the work day begins

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  i cannot count enough stars 
   to tell how many shine in your eyes 
     nor can i gather into one 
     the brilliance of the sun 
      that your warmth brings 
       though the sun and stars pass 
        beyond and beyond 
         all things that last 
          i'll meet you in that discovery

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High School Sharks

I can already hear the whispers
Before I open the door
Walking down the corridor
Fluorescent lights beam down
Illuminating, my faults
                                                    “Look at her, she think she’s bad, doesn’t she?”

High heels clicking on linoleum tiles
Hips waving regardless of assaults 
Lips uncurled into a blank expression
"How the hell am i going to get through this hall
without slappingone of them?"
Head up, eyes open but unseeing the ugliness of it all
It happens everyday

“I can’t believe all those guys like her, what the hell do  they see in her?”
			“She’s just another whore”
		      “I heard she’s not as smart as they say she is”
“I knowww, she probably slept with the teacher to get into the A.P classes”
     “Yeah, that’s the only way, there’s not possibility of her having a brain,"               
                                                       "she’s too cute”
                              “She’s not that cute you know”
                                                  “she’s probably just easy, all of those pretty girls are”
                 “I wonder where she got all her clothes, probably from the 99cent store”
             “nah, too good for the 99Cent store, she probably stole it, stupid Mexican”
    “Haha, I know, she’s so poor, I bet she stole that  purse too, it’s too nice for her”
          “She’s so straight-edge, tree-hugging, boy-friend stealing, attention hog..”
                                                     “Stupid ugly slut”

Oh PLEASE, they don't even know me
Lord, spare me from these Barbie clones
That spawn over generations
Bleach blonde hair
With purses as big as their bodies
Hollow heads with a button nose

These, Sharks, beady eyed, immense jaws yawning
Try to eat victims alive
In a single gulp
Flock together like vultures mercilessly to consume
Girls worthy of attention
Blood-thirsty villains
Disgustingly morose

I laugh when I hear them whispering
Their attacks
Are bent on bending 
Twisting reflections in the mirror
When really, it’s beautiful
Inside and Out
I know what I am and could care less
About what they think
Is flattery, 
Keep talking about me, your making me                                    Famous
Movie Star Status, I have what they                                                           Want 

I let them feed on my inner glow
It’s what attracts them, you know
Until they get so full of me
That they


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Oft do I feel I should censor my mind,
Spill the ink on the cloth that my words lay,
Snatched by the Raven 'fore I finish my thoughts,
Mistaken by others that read as a foray,
Naught do I mean to cause an attack,
My emotions doth escape without thought,
Unhappiness apparent they will say,
Though the truth is adverse to what they sought.

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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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Baby Girl (For Asante Indira)

Baby girl,
How do I write my love upon the moon?
How do I
Tell how a father's trust upon you swoon
Or inform
Your silence where belonging longs?
I so old
Fashion, filled with forms so clothed in wrongs
Afraid this
Telling of the heart weakens fiber of the man
And often
The pain in me is more than you can understand
Of a fear
That if I relent you may in my weakness fall
And leave me
More desolate that Christ before he drank his gall.
O this love
A wave incessant in tidal force against the rock
Makes the sands
That runs determinant in my crystal clock.

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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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Joshua's Dilemma

What does it tell you
when a man sees the light,
but first the darkness.
It all fades away in time 
passing through the rough of a mind,
that is beautifully insane.
Only the one that is in it can get out 
of  the twilight of terror,
waiting till the time 
to strike! 
I'm wondering 
if it's me 
or the spirit 
that has been chasing me,
to gain a soul 
that is not rightfully his,
insane as it is.

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Don't Mess With My Friend Jack

Listen up, 
You tyros, 
Don't go messin'
With my buddy Jack
Yeah, Reed,
He's cool people, 
And I like him,
He writes well,
Yeah, this from Tom Bell,
You take him on,
You take on me,
Let me tell you,
Cut the crap and show
Some class,
Or you might get
A poetic broken a__

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Sweet Sweet Emily

I was born in Amhurst Massachuetts
on Decenber 10  1830 
and had died May 15  1886

My hair is bold like the chestnut burr
and my eyes like the sherry in the glass
that the guest leaves behind

I cannot write about the world without
first backing away from it and then
comtemplating it from a distance

A word is dead when it is said
Some say I say it just begins
To live that day 

Who Am I ?

My Poetess Sweet
Emily Dickinson

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Where Have We Gone

where we strived for peace and harmony 
cared about one another 
instead of grabbing guns from the armory 
shouldn't we love thy brother 
where children no longer respect 
parents, guardians that now neglect 
education is at an all time low 
attention disorders, I don't think so 
religious people, they claim to be 
believe different, then you'll see 
murder and homelessness at an alarming rate 
oh well, that's their fate 
liberty for all, was the idea 
poverty has many searching for a meal 
leaders and politicians can't be trusted 
the wheels of justice leave one disgusted 
seniors dying from lack of healthcare 
whatever happened to "I'll be there" 
for you and I, life goes on 
but tell me, where have we gone. 


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You're It

I have recently come to know
A special lady who reminds me of myself.

For sixty plus years ago in school
It seems I did not fit in 
There was the I'm better than you group  
And then there was me.
It was there and then I decided
I'd not worry about the crowd
I was going to what I thought best 
And chose to be myself.

If they wanted to act superior
I'd not stand in their way
If pleasing boys was their goal
I'd not their babies raise.
I'd do my thing and be satisfied
That I did it the best I could
And if they didn't like it
More power to me I said.

In l956 and 7 I took a teaching job
And one little girl so shy and timid
Stood out from the rest.
I tried to instill in them self worth
As well as books of knowledge
For you see I hoped one day
They would go off to college

Forty-eight years later the year 2005
I managed to contact her
So glad she was alive.
When she my letter did reply
I got quite a shock
These are the lines she did write
Mrs. Beer do you remember 
How shy and timid I was
Well, when you left school that year
I never was shy again

This concerned me for I wondered
Was it good or bad
Then a friend told me
Of the wonderful life she had
So maybe I did do al right
And when we chanced to meet
She was a sweet self confident lady
So unlike that little girl I knew

Why did I write this down
The reason you see
Michaela, I have tagged you
You remind me of me.
                         Cile Beer

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OFF and On

OFF and On
Simply put some people are always ON and they are supercharged and have no 
lack of energy gastrulating vehemently as the victum less than gleefully reacts to 
them oh please my work is over in one hour eye am very sleepy now as soon as 
eye have eaten and made love then eye must sleep and get some rest somehow 
oh eye knoe that you are someone in the world of education oh you say you are a 
teacher and you expostulate the ramification of my emulation of a sheep at sleep 
and resting in the field of grass between the Sheppard dogs at last just let me do 
this last hour of my job and learn people do not have to bow to a higher learner 
when they earn.

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That old woman

Slouched in the chair, with the lights off
Bottle in her hand she’s 
Amused, by the illusions she’s having
No parents, dropped off at the steps of those who don’t even know her.
Who don’t even care
Don’t judge me!
Smoke slowly releases from her soft lips 
She has no education no understanding
What comes after 10! 
Who cares.
Her hair is wild as she smacks the guys hand away
That tries to touch her
You don’t know me like that!
Lost and no love  
She sniffs away the powdery 
Snow that falls from the sky with no shoes on 
Black eyeliner drips down her face 
And her scent is unbearable
I have low- self esteem she says.
Her skirt rides up her backside 
And her eyes roll back 
She is at the point of no return 
She is lost with no home and no one to love.
All because someone forgot to love her a little more 

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Justice: A poem for you

When you touched me, 
I opened my eyes,
Nobody was there,
That I realised, 
You was only there,
Everywhere was darkness,
My vision failed,
My eyes acrossed through invisibility,
Everywhere was darkness,
My eyes failed to touch you. 
But you was there,
Somewhere in the darkness.
I have my belief,
You are only one,
Who can deliver justice!
But you never get justice,
When you submitted your plea,
A religion cried against you,
And demanded to crucified you,
You were sacrified for justice,
But few days after,
You were born again,
To convey only this message,
You are only Son of God,
You shall deliver justice,
I believed over the centuries,
But justice is still questioning,
Innocents are still suffering,
Mercy and forgiveness,
Those were developing in a cage of bribery,
Where only evil has his power. 
Nobody can achieve justice,
Earth is a capital of evil,
He is only on worshipping target.
That’s why!
A Human never learns a lesson.

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Teacher Dont Teach Me Nonsense

Don't teach me nonsense
Seed my mouth and amplify the need for rare manuscripts 
100 % my degree in exams 
Spelling my conversational law facts 
Teach me more sense 
Release and ease my lazy spirit to tongue twist my images to the right sense 
Teach me less law stress 

Fade away chapters covered in adult pampers
Baby rhythms leaning on group fan fantasies 
Slow mode every click in my tongue twisting slam illusions
Deep kissing my future pictures inspired by scriptures 

Pro Pro Prosecute all free verses escaping jail exams
Pro Pro Professionals don’t live long in prisons premeditated to cage kids
Your lessons will child baby writers
Kids connecting former and future electrified fighters

Their fake ideas were all original 
Teacher don’t teach me nonsense
They spoke so we can speak for all uncaring letters 
Un-curving letters rebuking licences of nonbelievers

Alphabets that endlessly group hug messages in passages 
Words singing bullets pointing to kill silence
Learn to teach lessons with judgments on stillness
Teacher how can i fail your corrections, 
please ease my worries i need protection
I think I am qualified to be a poet though i failed my people 

I wrote exams and failed to finish my languages about punctuality 
Your stop watch gave no sympathetic second chances 
Intelligence is for ever tested but never forgotten in sentences
Your judgments are too hash for our passion 

Teacher don’t teach us your accent
Your language is connected to those ancestors wearing mini skirts 
How can i judge with no law degree? 
Teacher don’t teach me nonsense
Seed my mouth and amplify the need for fresh manuscripts 
100 % my degree in exams 
Spelling my conversational law facts 

© Raymond Ngomane 

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Through the Eyes of A Child

It’s not fair 
But then it never is
All the teachers
All the learning that they got
It couldn't prepare them 
Could it?
It couldn't stop it 
Or halt it
Or even control it?
The whirlwind that is I

All the promises and
All the lies
It was all too much
It was never enough

I tried
They didn’t
The whispers behind my back
The taunts, and jeers;
Even the teachers 
Who are supposed to protect 
and keep order;
Just walk away
Just ignore her
She’ll go away

Yes Mrs. Mother 
Well stop it
Don’t worry

She has coodies
She’s creepy
No one likes you
Go away
No one wants’ to play with a lesbian like you
It would be so much better if she were gone
I wish she would just leave forever

Would it?
Could it?
Was it?
I left
I hide
I never showed my face
But you still;

What did I ever do to you?
What could I have done to you?
I was only ten
Just barely out of childhood really
But I can't really blame you...can i?
No I can't

My only option left
Was silence
Did it make you happy?
Did you smile?
Was all that work
All that cruelty
All that heartache;

Was it worth it?
Did it finally make you feel better?
Like you were better,
More powerful?

Who was your next victim?
Never mind.
Not like it matters
They didn't help them either
I suppose

You can't see
You refuse to see
Just like the teachers
They all failed
Not only me

But you

I hope you all are proud.

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The Indian Rangoli or Colorful Poetry on floor

Inspired by Deborah Guzzi’s Blog ONAM / INDIA

The Indian Rangoli or
Colorful Poetry on floor

This is the story of the poetry of 
Ancient Indian Women,
Who were less blessed to get,  
The knowledge from the learned Gurus.

They were living before marriage
With their parents, 
And helping their mothers,
In household affairs,

Or looking after their husbands,
And his great families, 
After their marriages, 
In their early tender age.*

Finding no ways to express, 
The feelings of their hearts,
One of them took a chalk in her hand
And made a sketch on the floor like an art,

There was no canvas and no brush,
To fill her great artistic skills with colors,
Emotions were flowing in her mind,
Like a rainbow with alluring colors,

The talented one among them,
Collected flower petals of different colors,
And took many flowers to fill and decorate,
The sketches of Rose, Lotus and others, they had made on the floor.

Gradually she started putting,
Color petals in those lovely designed sketches,
And filled all empty sketch figures she had made there,
She was astonished to see that it came out like real Lotus flower.

The painting of petals on the floor was,
So alluring and enchanting that even its,
Beauty and fame, one day reached the heavens,
And Goddess Lakshmi* was too pleased to hear

That some one has made figures of Lotus,
More beautiful and colorful than her favorite,
Seat of sitting on Lotus, 
And she immediately decided to visit that house,

Where the young girl had made such alluring beauty of colors
Like poetry flowing on the floor, every where before Dewali*
When she visited that neat and clean house,
Decorated with enchanting beauty of Rangoli

She was so happy that she blessed that girl with 
Immense wealth and happiness.
Which always comes with the coming of
Lakshmi or the sign of wealth, every where in the world.

She also said, that day,   while visiting the place of that girl
“Who so ever makes and keeps her house neat and clean
Any where in the world and decorate it with Rangoli
Will get my blessings of happiness and wealth”


Kanpur India   18th Sept. 2010

The above is the brief story of the origin of Rangoli, which
must have started more than 2000 to 5000 year back. 
Now Indian woman is active in all the fields of education 
&  social uplifting. 
*Although the early age marriages has now been made 
illegal but in some parts this bad tradition still exists. 
* Dewali or Deepawali is the festival of lights, joys & 
happiness, which falls every year around 5thNov. 

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One self

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They tell me to express myself with words so foreign that I question myself.

Verbatim. Diction. Syllabic expression.

Please explain to me, a kid from the projects, what the hell you talkin about?

Cuz where I'm from you spit rhymes like bullets.

Lock and load.

Don't wait for a reaction.

Ready, Set, Go!

Crime is our muse, drugs are our fuel.

You can judge from a distance but remember.

We don't affiliate with none of yo crew, talkin bout red, white, and blue.

I consider myself patriotic to my youth.

But if I dare break down these walls myself....

You will see that I am an exquisite young lady hidden underneath "white trash."

I call it camouflage.

Don't you see?

I can explain to you the differences between an Italian and an English Sonnet.

Describe the meter of a Langston Hughes piece, or even write a couplet myself.

But those things won't teach you how to survive.


Not around here.

So I'll act illiterate, and act like I don't give a shit.

Just to prove a point.

But in the back of my mind I'll be counting rhyme to make sure that words come out in time.

All the while I'll delude my real self till I am no longer in the presence of fools.

I'll hide behind the green bushes and tumbleweeds that are my second self.

And put my dictionary back on the shelf.

Because unfortunately to be real means to be ignorant, and to be intelligent means to be indignant.

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You see I had lots of respect

NOW you are begging for attention 
and a reality check, so try me,
Try me like satan tried jesus,

Your trying to unleash all that steam 
but you only sound like a tea kettle, 
you claim to be the rock of Gibraltar 
but your only a pebble, 

didn't your mother tell you not to play with fire, 
now I must burn you for pulling this dragons tale ,
no one wants to hear your fairy tale, its very frail, 
you can speak and speak until your face is pale 
but flattering your self with your words is of no avail. 

Keep checking your mail because karma is on it way,
I hope you can eat all that is on your tray, and when you 
stuffed with your own hatred ,I hope you get on you knees
and pray, not every thing in life can go your way,

didn't history teach you that 
lack of peace making,
heart breaking,
lack of loyalty,
self indulgence 
and bias
is not the way, 
well I am going to teach you today 

Adolf hitler ,
Malcom x,
Martin luther king,
Rosa parks,
Allen Ginsberg,
Jesus Christ,
the little rock nine,
Mahatma Gandhi,
Fredrick Douglas,
Harriet Tubman,
Rodney King,
Elie Wiesel, 
Sean Bell,

DOES any of this ring a BELL,
or your self you continue to smell,
are you still under the devils spell,
how DARE  you be unjust,
teaching a child like you is a must. 
Your whole approach and appearance is stale,
but HEY 
I guess you don't see that 
because a donkey can't see its tail.

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To The PE Teacher

I'm over it
I'm giving up
I don't have to do it
Yet you force me to like I'm a chump
I avoid it like an illness
You let it go
But today is the day
You took it no more
You didn't yell
Yet you exchanged insults
You hurt my feelings
That was the result
You called me a girl
You called me a clown
And if this keeps up
You're going down
Can't you see
I don't like PE
I'm not being rebel
But you scare me into anxitey
Just leave me alone
You treat me like a drone
You're not getting forgiveness
But you can get off my blacklist
If you cease and desist

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Prayer Poem Dedicated to Malala of Pakistan

Prayer Poem Dedicated to Malala of Pakistan Malala has dedicated her childhood to championing education for girls like her in Pakistan. As she lies in a hospital bed, a tragic victim of Taliban gunmen, let's help make her dream come true. Pakistan's constitution says girls should be educated alongside boys, and the government has the resources to make it happen. But politicians have ignored that for years, influenced by extremist religious groups, and now, only 29% of girls attend secondary school. Study after study has shown the positive impact on personal and national income when girls are educated. Courtesy Avaaz I have Twitted My Photo Poem on 17th Oct 2012 for Malala!/kapoor_/media/slideshow? A Prayer to God (Khuda) Let knowledge & education Touch and shape the dreams Of every girl child Of Pakistan. Let the flowers of real Happiness As it blooms, on the charming face of Malala Touch the smiles Of every citizen of Pakistan. Let the light of Khuda (God) Flashes on the minds Of all the citizens of Pakistan Who want to see A prosperous and Happy Pakistan. Let education and knowledge Bloom to spread their fragrance For all the Girl childs Of India and Pakistan. Ravindra Kanpur India 17th Oct 2012 Note: I pray to God to save the life of this precious girl Malala, who was trying to save the lives of hundreds and thousands of girl children of Pakistan from getting lost in the darkness of Illiteracy. Ravindra

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School day hell

They called it school
I called it hell 
From the huge imposing prison like doors
To the doom like toll of the bell
Everyday the same
Running for the school bus
Full of uncivilized Wild kids
Being pushed and shoved
Countless kids in uniform
Fearing the teachers and the day they were born
Satchel bags and lucky bags
Late for lessons again 
Going to the headmasters office 
For the cane ooh how my bum was in pain
Teacher at the blackboard
Pupils getting bored thinking about girls
Motorbikes and cars
Playing football in the yard
Playing sports in skirts and shorts
The one too big that moma bought
School desks fountain pens and ink
Boy how some of my classmates did stink
Trying to blow up the science lab
Bubbly gum and sherbert dabs
Giggling girls and bashful boys
Girls jutting out everywhere
Pigtails and ribbon on their hair
Always getting into a fight
Going home with a torn blazer and black eye every night
Lots of kisses on my homework
Rolling about in the dirt
Pouring ink into the headmasters aquarium
Holes in your trouser bum
Crafty cigarette hidden behind a wall
Morning assembly in the hall
School dinners you couldn't pick
Forced down your throat and made you sick
Being punished and kept behind doing lines
I must have wrote 'I must be good' a million times
Frog spawn put into teachers bag
Gas taps left on in the lab
The school nurse giving you a jab
Riot breaks out in class Running a race on sports day and coming last
Pea shooter and catapult Pulling your tongue out and being rude to adults
First love and nervous thumbled kiss
Girls with new sticky out bits
Hair growing in places it didn't before
Limbs aching and so sore
Always in trouble up to no good playing truant in the wood
Letting the tiers down on the headmasters car
Girls wearing training bra's
Exams were such a sham but wrote the answers under the bandage on my 
hand Teachers talking about things I didn't understand
What a waste of time I was going to be a pop star and soon a man
Those daydreams  of youth that still remain aloof
Hiding in the bushes watching  girls playing hockey and net ball on the field
I still recall how that used to feel
Long school summer holidays away from hell
School books thrown down the well
Then back to school again to days of terror
And pain up early facing hell.

Peter Dome,copyright.2014. July.

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Rewards of College Education

in grade school
he heard about it

in high school
he prepared for it

in his first year
he explored it

in his second year
he focused on it

in his third year
he felt part of it

in his fourth year
he graduated from it

Now, he has a job
because of it.

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Class or Claaassee

Class or Claaassee !

Night  owl with an open circumstance fears
from blue neglect with the rages of unfortunate
idealisms---“why don’t you”---a nag  nag  nag
sequence,  fosters an arm’s length gaze glance
I peer through picket fence fingers, while tongue
depressing hop  to  it  euphemisms to gag
your elementary gesture fantasies with lurking
adult  gonatitudes, (envy) in full glee—“I don’t
care---but then what if”---and
would even believe me if I tried to tell
you the truth, you don’t want to touch in mind.
I fail to the order of kindergartenal suicide
and prose my character to mold your moods in
one tenth hope of a swelled down deep particle
secret desire. Take it for what it is and not think
to misabandon,  stop  look  and feelisten.
Your neighbor is only good as you. Plain 
simple downdeep and bittersweet bliss bias
but for—lorn fortunate to at least gain a
Goldilocks glimpse into your uncouth
vascular unconscious. Given a mathetical
½ chance I may le-learn a think or 2
and----------------------hey,  gimme me a hecka break
as he razed her eyebrows.

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Living In The Past

The Emancipation Proclamation was put 
into effect in 1863,
That meant freedom for slaves,
the ones who looked like me,
blood, sweat, and bullets were shed along 
with tears,
innocent civilians put through years of hell 
and fed with fears,
nooses invaded necks,
in the home of the brave,
in the home of the slaves,
blood flowing as they gaze,
lynchings were congregational,
often invitational,
white kids kids were taught to look at 
them as merely educational,
he is just another tally in the stat book,
slaves screaming until exhaustion as they 
were made to look,
saliva often found homes on the pits of 
our face,
jeopardizing our case, 
exasperating our race,
if you had children they often vanished 
without a trace,
we were taught not to embrace,
each other in any way,
I know the only way we made it out is the 
good Lord's grace..

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Philokalia (Love of Beauty)

Unforgettable sweet horizon like the sleeping woman's hips...
Tortuous destiny whose yellow sadness tips
With centuries of sacred silence ;

After I pass the sacred glass beads through
Since the pink dawn and the sweet dew;
After I live "Philokalia", blessing the Lord's name
With one thousand sad prayers,
With faith that can move the mountains,
With complete devotion and obedience,
Silent like a statue of long endurance,
Could I remember her again?

From eternity, for ever had been
Above the waters without border,
The light of that very beginning in no world
And no time, but this cloud and the first Word
Who changed the trembling no time's order,
So that the paradise still mirrors in her eyes green…

Beard like our bishop, you'll wear: 
Lost you'll be for this world, my friend…
But your secret mad hope still moves like a lizard
In front of the rocks with human face.
With "Philokalia", your dreams will ascend...

Maybe, from heaven will drop a tear:
With bitter taste of grass and leaves of any honey September;
And the dawn with scent of woman will rest in no time's amber. 

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Why Teachers exist

Teachers exist,
to help us understand,
The beauty of the world and all its magnificence,
In hopes of cherishing all that we see,
and becoming a wonderful person with each discovery,

Teachers exist,
To be our pillar of support,
Embracing arms that we run into to confide,
They shield us from negativity as much as they are able,
So we can decide on how to fulfill our destinies,
Much like guiding angels from great fables,

One of God's gift to mankind,
The creation of teachers,
To lead and to instill values,
Harboring hopes of one day,
For the pupils nurtured and groomed,
To make the world a better place..

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A Call to Action

Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love.  Explain, support, convince.  Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!

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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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A life, a life has been given 
given for propose? 
A propose beyond control
Your shield is a marvelous, intense blue. 
A deep, courageous, hopeful light
guides us down below with a composed ear,
what must it be like to be within your grasp?
What must you think of us?
An intricate, complex mass or do you think we must wake up, 
wake up and live now, with nothing but love in our presence?
Then, and only then, 
Would we be finesse.
Then, and only then would we become deep, courageous,  hopeful light.
What must you think?

Copyright © Christina Clark

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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

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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Ones Upon All Numbers

        Ones Upon All Numbers

There are numbers out there counted
Six of them speak clear arithmetic  
The others use fingers to communicate
Use fractions to escape their masters
Education is required to survive today
And six reasons why that is

Five of them are excuses
Some whole numbers have alibies 
Figures are another story though
Sure, numbers will never lie
The truth is; ones grow

There are four things
I just don’t understand
Science, algebra and calculus 
Why digits even exist

Three is best
Time for home
No more counting

Two truths
Logic, Math 


Created on 10/14/14 for The “I Do Not Know”-Poetry Form Contest 

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Technology grows
As the day goes.
Though some homes uses the
But mine uses vacuum.

Gone are days of town criers,
Awhile ago, people share flyers.
Now fast and swift
Can information cross barriers?

Talking of a machine mould,
Compared to a manual mould.
What you do for several days,
Can be done within a day.

Who on earth can lift a car?
Even those on drug, can only try.
For technology as heard your cry.
The jack lifts all, without a care.

Great pleasure,
Has technology brought.
For a room could be so hot,
But technology turns it into a
freezing hall.

In medical world,
You are like ‘sagging’ of the
fashion world.
For gone are days
When people die of pain.

For days gone by are for piggy
But right now, we go for online
For they are more safe,
But yet to be free from crime.

Full of advantages
But not without disadvantages.
With this truism
Technology is not left going.

As wole shoyinka rightly said,
In one of his presentation.
That there are wrathful wings
Of man progression.

Requesting a slap from ones 
For him, it’s a corn
In a lions den.
But for robots, a fish in a dogs

Far indeed,
Has technology helped?
For replacing snail-bat things,
With tortoise-horse things.

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School Days 2

School days 2
Up in the morning, I due dread.
Running and screaming I hear in bed.
Back to school what a joy.
Reading, writing and no toys.
The roar of buses I hear them come.
Schools days prepare to begin.
Buses here and buses there.
When is the buses going to end?
I hear someone one shout "is it summer yet"
And It's the first day of school.

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Apples to Apples

We wave good bye now
Yellow paper hearts
staple gunned to the bulletin board
flapping in the fan breeze
She nods at her work
The chalkboard washed and dried
And with gnashing teeth
One by one those staples pried from their chest board
 breaking, tearing the delicate paper-thin poems
One by one they break her hearts
On the desks, the apples molded
Like she did them
From seeds of wisdom she watched
their minds ripen

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RESPECT is the gift I would extend to you if I could.
RESPECT is a rare commodity that is not sold in a factory
RESPECT cannot be attained by your vast wealth
RESPECT is a priceless luxury in this modern economy
RESPECT yourself and others.

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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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The Devil Walks

The devil walks 
gets tired
and sits,
and while the devil sits
the devil picks up a tired fruit
rotting, and with jagged nails he peals
slowly, the tender fruit bruising
and he tastes it, smacking his dried lips
and the devil eats
decayed fruit and sour wine	                 nothing lush and sating
then the devil rests
and resumes his walk,
and later the devil sits again
rubs his feat
and goes to bed
and in the morning
he breaks his fast on curses and lies           nothing so filling as figs and nuts
and begin the devil’s walk again,

his walk
on the road our thoughts paved
where all that grows is bad and unwell
to the cross our words built
where flames dance and all is unwell
and he is condemned
upon christening
upon the hearing of his name
and the wobbling of his first steps
to walk a road less traveled,
to be the leader
of our very own crusade
armed with words
against himself
to see him burn,

our crusade of one
and many
on roads first paved upon his birth
to bring the devil down.

The devil walks
The devil eats
and pelted by our stones
He does but sleep
For what we sow
The devil reaps

and there is justice in punishment
there is reward in reckoning
there is bitterness in my mouth
as I say these words
and pity
              the devil
his due.

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Follow that rainbow

Life is possibility
there are broad horizons out there for us all if only we will look 
If children don’t succeed they try again or try something else – 
life is about finding who we are, what our purpose is, and where our talents lay… 
Just because we are not happy with something now 
does not mean tomorrow will not bring brighter horizons

Get out and follow the rainbow of opportunity
its spectrum of options are numerous in number and variety
Look top your heart and minds desires and work with it
A potter will work with a piece of clay, take it and mold it
Squash it, slip it, turn - carve - colour - glaze and cook it
In attempt to master the minds perfection

We do not always get it right
but there is little that cannot be scrapped and redone
before too far down the path and then re-do
There is nothing to say if we become lost to our first desires
that in looking for others we shall not find where we should be at
or what it is we should be doing

Too many of yester-years children have grown up 
to thinking they have no place within our society
they have become lost to lack of jobs
they are skilled and talented in own direction
as humans they bring chance to our world with new skills
those that are being lost through continual rejection

Each of us has personal pot of gold to find
not always is this financial but one that makes us feel needed
Each of us should be encouraging 
so many live miles from home families divided miles apart
Community is individuality here and yet we need pull back together
for in doing so we will know each others needs to support

When the efforts of others become unrecognised
We can lose that which is vital to having the skills needed
for tomorrow or future years
Pulling together now and offering needed skills to fit in
An hour or two’s experience in an alternatve can keep us in touch with one another
I was always taught that none of us know what will happen to us in years ahead
Sowing seeds now could help us grow or keep us going then

Think twice because times are changing
Those latter years of our lives could perhaps see us working retirements
With those we helped along the way over us instead
Teach them what you know and they’ll remember
Maybe helping you in your struggles or perhaps retraining
Karma comes around as it goes around, make yours good!

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Message For my Teachers

When I will die
Burry me deep
Ten feet down ; fast 
Place my Math book on 
my chest
Tell my teachers that ; I 
am at rest
Place my Pakistan Studies 
book on my head
Tell my teachers that I'm 
Tell them I was studying 
in the 
Inform them I tried my 
But tell them not to cry
For they are ones who 
made me 

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Smoking In The Boys Room

You give into peer pressure and hesitantly cut class, 
So you can smoke cancer sticks and,
Get high in the school bathroom with, 
Five other boys that are your so called friends,
A security guard smells the cigarette smoke and, 
Chases you out of the bathroom and down the hall,
Everyone gathers at the classroom windows to watch, 
As eight more guards join in on the chase,
You run up and down the halls all the way to the eighth floor,
Quickly you hide in a supply closet as the guards turn the corner and run past,
Once the coast is clear you sneak back downstairs to the first floor,
Unwittingly you stop to talk to a girl,
In doing so the guards spot you on the cameras and give chase once again,
Unsuspecting you are rushed at by a guard and tackled,
Soon after all of the other guards pile on top,
All the while the girl you were talking to watches in amazement as you're,
Hauled off in flex cuffs to the principals office,
You sit in silence as the principal yells at you and,
Gives you three weeks of detention,
All the while you never knew that a fellow student recorded the whole ordeal,
And posted it on youtube under the name, 
"kid gives school security guards a run for their money" 
Which has already been viewed over three million times in the last five minutes,
You don't know it yet but you just went from being a nobody,
To a five star bad boy,

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If my dream could come true...Winner in Carol Brown's Contest by the same name

I would build a center for learning,
Working title: Community Wellspring
Where people would come to learn new skills and new ways
To earn a living in these times. 
No one’s job lasts forever anymore.
We have no idea what happened to or what will happen to our monetary system.
As the saying goes,
When one door closes, another opens.
If we are to transcend economic devastation and collapse,
Affecting everyone everywhere,
We must learn new and different ways to sustain ourselves,
We must gather together in mutually supportive communities, 
Kind of like here at Poetry Soup, only different.

No longer can we keep our cards 
held close to our chest 
lest someone guess
our next play
and block our way.
It’s no longer about competition 
and who has the most toys wins.
The first step to any viable endeavor is cooperation
And viewing our contribution through a different lens.

Today there are more resources, more opportunities 
Than our parents & grandparents could ever have imagined 
Or even get their heads around.
But changing directions requires a major paradigm shift, 
A cultural transformation of consciousness 
From being dependent on the job
To creating the job & the life that we want to live
From a place of strength, not desperation,
From a place of joy in service, not obligation.

Here at Community Wellspring, we would teach 
Internet marketing, affiliate marketing, network marketing, 
Independent distribution, selling on eBay and Craigslist, 
Explore the ins and outs of importing and exporting through Alibaba
Learn currency trading and form investment groups
We’d learn to become adept at building websites, 
And using all the tools that have emerged 
For operating and navigating in this new world.
No matter what their day job might be,
Everyone would develop and maintain multiple streams of revenue.
It would become the new 401K
the new social security
the new investment vehicle
What’s in your revenue stream portfolio?

We would have networking parties and events 
Where we would all practice giving our presentations 
In a safe, supportive environment,
Where cross-selling was not only allowed but encouraged.
We would have board game events playing learning games 
Like Robert Kiyosaki’s Cashflow 101 and 202 
and others of like kind and like mind.

There are few, if any, centers for learning this new integrated business model, 
This center would become, could become exactly that. 
If my dream could come true…
Community Wellspring would become a reality.

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Uneducating a Suicide Bomber

If heaven is a rest for the imbeciles,
the banes of hell my portion must be.
If cloud nine is a bordello, 
and the streets of gold are carved along the red-light-district, 
then god must be a panderer. 

Am I not already rewarded? 
My woman is: an orange, perfect in the sun;
a watermelon, succulent; 
a mango with sweet nectar;
a passion fruit, freshly plucked.

One woman is ecstasy, 
two is hell’s gate.
A saphead is a glutton for pure virgins. 
Lives foolishly forfeit for peculiar sayings.

Let not this bird fly,
for the two that is promised?
When god became a sexist, 
it came to pass that man recreate himself, a lunatic,
and the woman he  objectified became the dominant sex.

Covet not the splendor of paradise, 
where the mansions in my father’s house are brothels
perfumed with the scent of intercourse.
A gift of seventy-two maidens 
is an everlasting punishment.

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Two minutes to the graduation ceremony

We will on that long awaited Saturday of October
at a ceremony graced by men of great stature
be officially declared victors in academics

We will take a well-rehearsed parade
towards the podium where we will shake hands
with professors to be crowned
with titles no one can ever take away from us

Oh brother, oh sister, oh fellow graduates
do you recall those times
when we were often trapped in helter-skelter situations
scurrying on pavements with heavy bundles of books;
heavy with unsolved problems?

We fell sometimes, yes we fell
but dared to rise to regroup our focus
and now we shall wear those gowns,
we shall wear those clothes tagged success
and shoes free of dust, proud of ourselves

We eyed for this thing
we eyed for it with determination
and here we are now; we have it on our hands
and no one can ever take it away from us

Bojosi Ditshwele ©

For the University of Botswana Graduation ceremony held on the 12th October 2013
Published on the Echo newspaper; 10-16 Oct 2013

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To The Beat of Jazz Poetry

From bebop, swing to hip-hops thing
True poets had it best
For there is a rhythm in the soul, 
Which they all just had to express

Some could not control
This powerful thing 
 Was so often put to the test

It began to dawn coming on strong
Within the birth of a thing 
Called the Harlem Renaissance 

That jazz, that poetic-jazz, of intense birth 
Possessing syncopated rhythms 
And chronic expression of surreal tunes 

That perfected blend of jazz-poetry 
Developed into what it is today. 
Thanks to poets like Carl Dunbar and Langston Hughes 

That jazz, that jazz, that wonderful poetic-jazz
Being bred of pride, lyrical form and grace
Transcended cultural barriers 
Readily accepted in the 1950’s by the humane race 

Therefore, the mantra had begun to be 
So freely expressed within poetic lyrics 
To syncopated beats moving on through the 60’s and 70’s
By way of beat poets like Amiri Baraka

Returning strong throughout the 70’s and 80’s 
Thanks to artist like Gil Scott-Heron
Oh, snap he was one of the founding fathers 
Of spoken word poetry known to youngsters 

Borne to free-styling or hitting the beats 
On stage or in the streets
Yes, you’ve guessed it, most def its rap
Re-educating the poet in me, thanks to that thing 
In which made many a heart sing 
As these icons did their thing

Starting with something called modern day jazz-poetry…
Born during the Harlem renaissance and still going strong

Comments: I hope that you have enjoyed this free verse
tribute to some of the greatest modern day
founders of what is known as Jazz-Poetry.

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Patradoot or The Messenger 36 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 36 /Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

She must have left the door, dear letter,
After my detention in the police custody,
Keeping in mind to serve my old parents* and,
To continue her support for the freedom struggle.

She has been brought up under the teachings, 
Of cultural education and musical cult, dear letter,
And with affection and love, I have imparted in her,
Rare qualities and craze for the freedom of our motherland.

Great love and affection  and selfless service of others,
Are only some of the qualities, she has defused in her,
Dipped with the qualities of modesty and kindness,
Are the favorite ornaments of my beloved wife, dear letter.

She would run to receive and welcome you, dear,
After receiving the news of your arrival from her child,
Her graceful appearance and her simple beauty,
Would charm your heart beyond words, dear letter.

Decorated with super most elegance, dear,
You will find in her a slumber of love,
Her waist bent with shyness and grace,
Would increase the weight of her elegance.

Beauty and luster of her face, dear letter,
Always increased its shine and loveliness,
And the sweet smile of ever refreshing face,
Used to charm her husband’s heart, dear letter.


Kanpur India      6th  Sept 2010                     continues in 37.

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

*Here my father Dr Amar Nath Kapoor is mentioning about his parents i.e
   My grand father.

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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RESPECT is the gift I would extend to you if I could.
RESPECT is a rare commodity that is not sold in a factory
RESPECT cannot be attained by your vast wealth
RESPECT is a priceless luxury in this modern economy
RESPECT yourself and others.

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How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.

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Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering

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The Interpretation of a dream Last

Shadows proned in pierced dark desolation
She waited for me on that day
A given chance at which to bow the knee to pray
There was a rich love I used to know

At bitter silence by which to go...
The interpretation of a dream,
No need for silence no mere solace scene
Never leaving your poor heart alone

As with a rod that Moses felt,
From a distance the sound of wild feathers
A whole host of words that were whispered;
As if you haven't already heard

In bitter silence we become unshackled
From the bitter place with cold egos glaze
The she suddenly spread her wingas on windows peak;
The cold chill sends a rage down spine.

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Fast Friend

I saw him in my office, He seemed so small. His eyes were large and sad. His name was Pete. His mother said that he was "slow." His sister, Sissy, she was "great:" The lead in the Christmas play, The best pianist in school, A "straight A" student, A great helper around the house, A true gem! But, Pete was slow, A handful who needed to be watched. They'd had him tested, to make sure. Pete's eyes were troubled; His daddy knew he wasn't slow. He could outrun the fastest, And, outsmart the smartest on the block. But, then... his daddy was gone And his momma didn't know. I took them to their classrooms . . . "This is Sissy, you are lucky. Put her with the best, For she is tops in everything." Let me take Pete by myself. We stopped along the way and talked. "I'm Mr. C, and I know You're fast like me. I also know you're smart. Do you like to hike?" We made a bargain to be friends. He promised to bring me samples of his work . . . This would prove that he was smart. And, I would race him once a day This would prove that he was fast. "Miss T., this is Pete He's my friend, I will see him once a day. He's fast and smart; Pleae help him stay that way." To prove that he was fast . . . He ran the children down. He brought me terrible work . . . To show me he was smart. But, he learned to be the boss . . . To make the letters stay on lines And numbers to correctly add. His strength and speed he did control . . . After sitting on the bench. Each day he came and leaned on me. We talked and laughed And sometimes cried. He learned to be wise and strong. He became a MAN, With heart and soul, And helped his sister . . . Who fell down.

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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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In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
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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sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby

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written 29th June 2013

Recalling that day at school, the teacher set that task..
 what do you want to be? she asked the class..

My answer was simple, so I had thought...
 to be a mum, I'd have six kids and live on a farm

If you would believe, that's exactly what I received
 but it was not made to come with ease

For the fathers I had sadly chose, became prideful and greedy!
 never til now did it cross my mind, my babies would someday not need me 

Leaving me again to think, what do I really want to be
 as faith would have it, as it had been planned so I'd see

For the FIRST! time, direction would finally enter into my life
 poetry writer; was soon to amount of me, after I'd become a wife

Now poems are continuously raging within my head, all wanting to be read
 as I failed English on an epic scale, to believe this dream inside of my head

At 38 years old, I see my life heading back to school
 maybe this time round, I won't play the class fool!

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The first step to gaining knowledge is to 
one's own ignorance
to take a stance against stupidity even if it
means standing alone.
The second step to gaining knowledge is 
inhale a whirlwind of knowledge and
exhale understanding to fly on the winds 
of wisdom.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr 
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka 
The Green Poet

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Mass of golf spills

Earth never be the same
In streams in wetlands
In oceans in depth currents
Even  one cell live 
All  never  be the same

When live detorites in its span
Renewal will has own mishaps

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Before a rainbow appears there must be a little rain

Before a rainbow appears
there must be a little rain
Before we find true love
we must have a little pain
you might run away from your problems
but your problems still remain
you have to leave the past behind
before you can make a change.

To travel through life successfully
you have to accept life is no bed of roses
and you have to ride the storms
see problems as a challenge
you can learn from
take the bull by the horns.

You can't rely on others
to give you a helping hand
and get on
you may have won a battle
but there maybe a war to overcome.

Life is for living
and serving God up above
to thank him for all he has done
and his love.

Don't put off until tomorrow
what you can do today
or one morning you may wake up
to find it's too late
your old and grey.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes

                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines

                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free

                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 

                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme

Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
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a welcome home: part I

as the hypocrite talking head
seeking re-election in 2012
tells us all that this empire (which continues to wield its
sledge hammer upon the world)
this “land of the free”
(who demands that all others follow in its 
is one which “unlike the old empires,”
does not force its will upon the people of this planet
“for territory or resources,”
a soldier watching
shoves their finger down their throat
forcing themselves to vomit up the 
utterly visceral disgust
which accompanies the knowledge that
s/he has taken part in making Iraq

the soldier is coming home to a country
whose chose the spending of money on
bashing Afghanistan & Iraq 
to be more important than providing employment,
universal healthcare,
affordable housing or
a decent education system
to its own citizens---
instead we have taken pleasure in killing those abroad
so that they will be forced to be like us---
so that one day they can have
skyrocketing unemployment,
no health care,
no affordable housing or
a decent education system 
(that is, if they don’t already reside in such a state as a 
product of our entrance & extraction of all their
resources for use within our borders).

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Badass Warrior Goddess

There's a diff between rebellion
and making a point...

Piece of it's maturity
which don't come easy

Takes experience which takes

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Duck Side Story

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

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

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

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

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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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Strong Medicine

In the house a monster grows.
Dissension seethes unchecked,
this house divided stands alone.

The strongest rule, the rest beaten,  submit,
hopelessly pay homage, for now.
The young, attention is speculative
in hope of increasing dominance.
Strength through numbers, majority rule.

Know those who now rule will again be replaced,
they sulk, awaiting their turn.
Until then, they will pretend and play their game.
A country suffers, new fighting begins,
parlay and banter are not our friends,
The people the victim once again.

Strong medicine needed to bring this monster its end.
This two party system is destroying from within.

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The nasty words you spoke in private toward a specific group of people rightfully were made
public and revealed what you truly harbor in your heart.

I'm a proud and intelligent member of the ethnic group your nasty words attempted to debase.
Look in your mirror and ask, when, where, and how did my bigotry make its unfortunate ugly start?

More importantly, have you ever asked yourself why you disrespect certain ethnic groups for no proven 
reason, and adore other groups simply because of the color of skin?                                

Your nasty words vividly reflect a soul that's empty, a mind engrossed in ignorance, and a vision
myopic at best.  What a pitiful state of existence you live in.

It's actually sad that in your mind, you truly believe your nasty words are justified, giving you a false sense 
of extreme power over the subservient "them."

What your nasty words have truly done is dull the magnificent glow in your heart you were born
with, and displace it to a state of existence, way too far south of being dime.

Your nasty-words-state-of-mind is crippling you mentally and physically in ways you're not even
astute enough to be aware of.  Ignorance will not allow you to.

Without heartfelt change, you'll never experience the wonderful embracing of all worthy 
humankind.  Tolerance and understanding for others not like you, are attributes foreign to you.

So, continue along your path of misguided tunnel vision.  You should openly and with vigor recruit others that 
think exactly as you do.  What a despicable union of bigots you will all make.

Then, for the betterment of humankind, unlike Noah and the Ark, your vile group should congregate in distasteful 
harmony, then immediately take a non-returnable ship to distant outer space.                                              

Al Johnson, aka Alfredo Leon  

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I have an idea and I'm writing it down

Pastor Warren’s church in Orange County, Unity of Tustin too
There’s hardly anyone not affected; it’s sad but it’s true
Bottom lines are red, tithes & love offerings are lower
More people out of work, homes in foreclosure
Spending is dropping, business is slower.

Statistics say on average 34.5% of every dollar earned 
pays for interest on debt. Is that true? 
What if it’s more? What if it’s less? 
Whatever the difference, that’s surely a lot
When you think what it costs you to have what you got.

What if that interest could be diverted, transformed
to fund your kids’ education, your retirement
community resources & relief 
for those out of work or losing their homes
It can be done with technology available now
Put to use in a way not thought of before

I have an idea and I’m writing it down
We’ll create an annex to churches
much like is already done
with bookstores & day care & special events
It would house a credit union providing micro loans
teach entrepreneurship, financial solutions, education & more

We’ll have an internet café with alive water & foods
A venue for learning & networking & exploring strategies anew
We’ll find new ways to earn, to live, to spend & to save
In this place where we’ll gather to nurture, to nourish, to share & to have

Robert Kiyosaki of Rich Dad, Poor Dad lore
Said that the rich learn to network, the rest of us learn to look for a job
And when the jobs disappear
As they have this past year
Do we just throw up our hands & cry
What’s there to do? Oh me, oh my!

The Dalai Lama in September said
The world will be saved by the western woman
Which woman? you ask. Could it be me? Is he referring to you? 

I’m the center of my universe; you’re the center of yours
Can I save my world? Will you claim the power to save yours?

Community Wellspring
Water, Wellness, Wisdom and Wealth
An annex to churches
A model for living in today’s chaotic world
A solution whose time has come

Funded by interest currently paid to the bank
I’ll show you how, you’ll have UFirst to thank
It isn’t alchemy or magic; it’s just purely math
When you see how it works, you’ll probably laugh

And when we organize and network, we’ll create new revenue
For the churches, the community, for me and for you
By coming together, our world’s losses will end
We’ll be a force to contend with, our limitations transcend

Be a part of the solution
at From Debt To Equity dot com
It’s 2010
We are in charge of our destiny
Let’s make this a Breakthrough Year
…and do this thing

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The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

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The Illusion of Knowledge

This quaint perspective
Is quite selective,
Quite often, 
Giving anger and hatred the directive.

Habitual surrender 
To a pretender;
In certain circles an offender.
These days, too few of these circles exist,
However, those that understand have to persist,
Faith in humanity;
Most would claim insanity.
The vanity this illusion can incarnate,
At its inception….. 
Is easier propalgate.
Although, logic would convey 
That if the shadows are to stay;
Benevolent beings would conceal their existence;
Understanding that underground persistence,
Ever a mental resistance
Is much more fruitful than none at all.

Who would make that call?

The Trickster manipulates the darkness inside;
Intangible yet effective; 
One of the most dangerous – Pride.
When Young in this existence,
Lessons are forced upon you with much persistence;
Laws and rules constantly applied.
As your understanding develops,
Persistant ruling laws lavishly supplied.
Tragedy envelops.

Your mind has been trained to react 
This is a fact.
Trained by who?
Do any of us have a clue?

This system and society systematically commits injustices day after day;
Human stomachs meandering in dismay,
Why do restaurants throw their excess away?
When you are warm in every way,
Another`s feet is constantly in the way,
Of those walking to the bay,
On the walk-way.

We have been trained to accept;

Once you begin to think for yourself,
Not believe everything, hoping its wealth.
You realise how little of nothing you comprehend,
To most, this thought would offend.


Most cannot appreciate with which they do not identify.
Our reactions are usually to fear the unknown.


Do you not remember that through the unknown
Many mountains and hills have never over-grown.

When you are fearful,
Controlling you is effortless.
Knowledge is to be gained for the purpose of gaining knowledge;
For no other.
The want to control and have power;
Might come in and pretend to be your brother.

The illusion of knowledge,
The Global College.
Its lessons are taught 24 hours a day;
Switch on the TV and you on your way.

Ponder upon who controls the media,
They control what you see on the tube.
Trust me; you do not need an encyclopedia.

Most assume what they see on the tube to be true.
True for who?

A desire
To allow insanity to be.
In an upside down world,
The truth is backwards unfurled.

Do not accept what you see or hear;
Inside we all have the ability to steer.

However, the difference between the truth and lies
Is never ending as the blue skies.
Yet most cannot discern
The vast difference.
It seems in every sense,
Most would be as blind as a bat.

The Knowledge of illusion
Systematically habitual, certainly will cause a contusion.
Be weary of knowledge,
Un-truths can easily be purported as truths

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wanna come thank me for getting bin laden shot america

or do you want to tell the person whose first name is sang by sinead o connor
middle name is sang by fred durst
and last name is mentioned by fred durst

do you want to tell me, the person you just spent 13 years mad at
singing and dancing to my misfortune
and rubbing your happiness in my face as you exclude me from sex

do you want to tell that person whose name you plastered all over your war
that he had nothing to do with surviving it
do you want to tell that man
Troy Jeremy Nelson
who just lost everything 17 times
to start over
that he was not your allie
in whatever that was?

let me put your name alll over a war
and then wait for your enemy to show up
and ask you
what does that guy got that i don't?

everything now
you murdered my grandpa
you murdered my friends
you murdered my sex life

and you sang and danced to my misfortune to the tune of your lies
pretending i was your friend called an alibi
you didnt bother to even try to keep alive

do you want to come telll
Troy Jeremy Nelson
that your country just did that too
that thats not what happened?

Im not sure how long your going to live that lie
the thousands of people concerned and involved in that persons endless
and i mean endless nightmare
might just come tell you what has been making them cry.....

Happy Halloween tho

oh and p.s.
next time you put somebody else in the middle of your war
to play the victom of that person's nightmare
you caused
take notes to pass into the future
as to what is about to occur
to you
may be a life lesson
to history

Thank you for not caring (sarcasm)
thank you for not answering my letters (sarcasm)
thanks for going the wrong way, in the wrong direction, to do the wrong thing
that whole time i kept pointing out a drug ring blackmarket, you people didnt care 
about (sarcasm)

thanks for calling me a liar as to what has taken place in my life(sarcasm)

so whenever you are free to hand me a bunch of things with your smiling face, and 
names all over them
to make me feel better for the way you treated me
singing and dancing to the sound of getting away with murder
for the miracles youve stolen

my big brother doesn't like to dance around and play house, pretending to be 
someone hes not
in a singing competition, racing against his sense of fear
do you want to come tell the man just tortured by malpractice
with his name on your war in your music,
he had nothing to do with winning it?

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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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"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"
"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"

Nine small words have been 
jumping through the decades
dedicating dancing sounds
on keyboards of old Remingtons
and Underwoods, that understood 
young fingers tapping,  zigging- zagging
rhythms beating ,  small bells ringing
to and fro, a carriage swinging 
to orchestrated yesterdays

While papers flew, and fingers numbed
with sly old fox tricks,  lazy dogs, mixed 
with mindless sounds of drumming bits of
gibberish verses, hands rehearsing
the  fox, a hound, a cadance clicking
tick-tick-tocking back to classrooms
clocking words now locked in time

Sitting straight, with neck erect
a sticky "J" key...a whiz kid sat
next chair over, such a brat,
she'd try to race me, set the pace
that I could never match, no trace of
satisfaction on her face, and 
I would lose my concentration
my head would wander into clouds
where foxes should be chased by hounds
instead I type the same old rounds
of foxes jumping over dogs, 
that clogged my mind with silly sounds
which hummed inside my inner child

Old clacking sounds, are still around
they pound today, inside my head 
and still I ponder all the while
how that old fox could leap a dog
unless that dog was dead!

Inspired by Craig's Contest: Typewriter

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What's The Point

Whats the point,
young gentelmen young gentlemen,
the point of the matter is,
base on fact,
so just sign the agreement,

what agreement ,
would that be in any case?
The point of education and success & a wife,
"na ah", 
it read how i write it,
what's the point?

Whats the point,
The point of the matter,
 is you to have to find you,

Whats is the point,
is being all you can be,

What is the point,
we as young brothers,
of nations of nations,
are on verge of make a new f-r-a-ter-nit-y!!
what's the point?

What's the point,
give me a poem with five national athem 
and read what is written,
and i show you the direction,
straight up!!!

begin the fact,
we as poets are going changce a nation, 
with words one day,

My young brother that is,
 T-h-e P-o-i-n-t!!!

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Lessons of History

I remember history well --
the ancient guidelines --
the lessons repeated,
the dramas reenacted:
the dates, of course,
were of no import;
catching the drift of things,
that was the art.
Languages change, seasons wane.
People experience all the old pain.
What happens now?
What happened before?
Lessons of history
are writ on the walls --
they peek out from thousands
of toilet stalls
where Kilroy once sat.

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Life is to live and to chill in. Just relax and lay back and enjoy your living. Do not worry about crazy ass leaders in your country. Law abides and that should tell them something. If it does not, oust. Egypt has done this to two. Adventurous the world maintains. You want to sightsee life insanely. Skydiver you are. You are on flight to the Republic of the Maldives. A political escapade you have partook. You are foreign blood from the United States. This is your family origin and you want to connect. Therefore, you donate to the cause to project. Exploitation you do not mind. You want a fulfilling life and one that enshrines. No matter what the big picture is, your consideration is that life was given to live. Thus, you contemplate with an inner focus. You will enjoy life and all its trinkets. ____________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 31, 2014!

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Text Speak

Text Speak--A newly developing dialect whereby the speaker can convey a lengthy thought by abbreviating phonetically or through the use of substitutive characters.	

Any attempt to speak it out loud is both impractical and unusually difficult,

Hme skoolled
Nvr took nglish
lrnd on cmptr
omg luvd star wars 
ok lol!

:-) I’m happy
brb- be right back 
lol –lots of luck

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A Squirrels Tears

How do I describe such distress?
A squirrel sat on a lower limb,
His mother had chased him from the nest.
His heart was broken, in upheaval, a mess.
His home gone. His mother turning her back so new.
Oh what, oh what will he ever do?
Each breath he takes is a mighty gulp,
Then the sound so soulful with every shout.
Cries of pain were so deeply felt, 
That every bout rips my heart inside out.
It renders me tearful to hear the sounds flow…
The need to help him drives me so,
How could his mother yield such a blow?
But he is wild and won’t let me help his woe.
A human I’d hold so warm and tight.
I’d build a nest for him if it were right.
But I know he won’t accept my help, 
As he cries on and on in his plight.
For an hour he tore my heart to shreds…
Then finally a young squirrel came from another tree, instead.
Together they ran off fulfilling his needs…
His cries stopped. He’d found what he wanted with those pleas…
Now if mankind could only help those in need, with such simplicity.

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A plastic bag on my head

You know what it feels like, with a plastic bag on your head, how you struggle to breathe, your lungs start to beg. Panic builds up inside, instinctively you fight back, trying to rip this bag off you want to survive. Time slows down, every second hurts, in and out on conscious thought, trying to figure a way out. Well welcome to my world, where anxiety thrives, a plastic bag on my head, is what it feels like. Contest: Paper or plastic - Susan Burch M.Mahauariki © 2012 2nd Place

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The Bookworm

Words Bound Together Thoughts Formed Between Lines Knowledge To Absorb Learns The Bookworm Wishes Expressed By Letters Ideas For All To Share Building Blocks For Peace Believes The Bookworm Fact or Fiction Penned Expressions of Desire Mystery Exposed, Secrets Veiled Hunted By The Bookworm

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Boy You're Strong As An Ox

<                                     twenty ~ nine ~ little .... words
                                       ok ~ now ~ let ~ me ..... think
                                       already ~ here ~ we ..... go
                                       apples ~ bananas ......    oranges
                                       carrots ~ lettuce ........    celery
                                       milk ~ water ~ and ....... juices  
                                       helps ~ develop ........... strong
                                       minds ~ also................ bodies 

Twenty Nine Little Words
Ok Now Let Me Think
Already Here We Go
Apples Banana's Oranges
Carrots Lettuce Celery
Milk Water And Juices
Helps Develop Strong
Minds Also Bodies

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We will sit at the tables in the entrance hall
Waiting patiently for the sea of white faces to arrive
Anxious, nerves are frayed  – and that’s just the staff!
Waiting to pass over that all-important piece of paper 
These grades will change their lives forever
And dictate which path in life they choose
There will be tears of joy and whoops and cheers
Sadness too when the grades show their deepest fears
Tissues and chocolate biscuits and lots of support
Wipe away the tears and slowly bring them down to earth
Try and get them into university even if its not their first choice
A day of massive highs and crashing lows
But I wouldn’t miss it for the world

Jan Allison
13th August 2014

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Did you lose someone to cancer?
Did you march and collect funds?
Did you wear the ribbons
Did you do a 5-K run?

Did you try to no avail to save 
the life of a loved one?

Did you light a candle
And wish the disease didn't exist?
Do you continue fighting
Did u persist?

Did you stop and analyze
What you're truly fighting for?
Are you helping to find answers or
Are you helping suppress the cure?

Cancer generates more than 160 
Billion dollars a year
Why would they end suffering and disease
When they know they keep us on our knees;
And instead of the outrage
We continue funding the ones who profit 
from our suffering and ignore our many pleas

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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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Budding beauty

Age of purity and innocence,
this time of change
meets a blooming maturity
Fulfilling form, stylising figure;
nature produces fine specimen
A time to play with hair and fashion
To perfect beauty, 
applying make-up and perfumes
Bringing forth fresh radiance
Changing mood and attitude
A young lady, pleasing to the eye
stands before mankind
A budding beauty
ready to take on new life style
To seek, settle, nurture,
or give her all to career
Go-getter or jet-setter
her presence is felt near

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D. H. Lawrence was a Better Man

D. H. Lawrence was a Better Man

I read about his snake 
And was quite impressed with the 
Alliteration and symbolism he used
To express that moment 
As they met at the “stone trough.”
I appreciated his struggle with
The voice of his education which told him to
“Take a stick and break him now, 
    and finish him off.”

I too have faced the snake
And made a decision not so “perverse”… 
    or “cowardly”…or “honorable”.

The rattler was long and sleek 
And glistened in her new skin.
I found her waiting in my tracks
As I  returned across the field.
There was a moment as she flicked her tongue,
That I stood and gazed upon her, 
Knowing what D.H. had felt.
Why was she there… and 
How was it that we should meet?
My admiration was brief…
Shovel in hand…I struck her down. 

It was the voice of my father 
That said she must die…
“And truly I was afraid…”
Surely she would have struck me
Had I not seen her first.

And yet I questioned my decision…
Was it “paltry” and “vulgar…a mean act?”

I too shall think of the albatross…
And yet be watchful for the snake…
Again there will be a decision to make…

Having felt his “pettiness”…still I know…
D. H. Lawrence was a better man.

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The Ten Commandments of Self-Sabatoge at Work -try to avoid

1O. Shut your trap to avoid any flap
9. Do not be overly fraught by "conventional thought" (dinosaurism)
8. Know how to deal with Soylent Green People 
7. Stuff your ideas and different views-tip toe on the softest of shoes
6. Paperwork and procedure (I know) one can't bumble...doing so will make ya really humble
5. That being said, just go with the herd...bite your tongue people!  Don't say a word!
4. Don't think too much-like we did...that special group without computers as a kid
3. If number four applies to you, don't question the almightly computer (as I sometimes do)
2. Clever, innovative, challenging, and problematic...yes, DAMNIT!, sometimes it pays to be 
1.  You are not a weirdo, strange, or dumb...just follow the status-quo, and get the **** done

Ironic, yes; I am able to say this over the "net".  Contradictory, sure; technology is a
menacing lure.  Maybe good 'ol Ray Bradbury was right on the money, and this is all pretty 
darn funny.  Farenhieght 451, I think your day may come.  RIP books and innovation.

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Jim the duckling

Jimmy the Duckling
was only young
and couldn't yet swim
he was frightened of water
and wouldn't jump in.

So kept away
but watched his brothers and sisters
swim and play.

''What's up Jimmy''?
aren't you going in
for a swim?.

''No Mummy
I'm scared of water
and haven't learned to swim!''

''Of course!''
your too young
but let me learn you
and in a week or two
you'll be able to swim 
with your brothers and sisters too.

''Your are a good little Duckling'
to keep away from water when you can't swim
and all the other ducks agreed
Jimmy smiled shyly
but he was pleased.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013.July.

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Head of the Class

My heart sank
That buttery sweet voice
summoning me to the front of the class
I stood there chalk in hand
shoulders slumped
The question you asked
for the answer you knew
You chose not to teach
rather to embarrass
I was not a welcome guest
Hallowed halls of learning not my home
I stared emotionless
blackboard covered in dust
Laughter filled the room
Still I could shrink no further
oh how I wished to disappear
You called on one of the special ones
perfect clothing
perfect smile
a joy to behold
She removed the burden from my hand
I returned to my place of shame
sitting at the head of the class

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The Girl, Then the Woman

As artless as a melting snowflake
Tossed against a summer sky,
The girl, then the woman,
Trod through life
Without the slightest understanding
Of its possibilities.

She'd had many teachers,
But each had failed her.

In truth, they had all tried.
But finally,
It was just too exhausting.

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Socrates and Cicero
incorporated civility as a powerful, effective tool
in their poetry and dialogues
to smite the unsound ways of the sly fool.
Today our society
snaps with anger at such wise thoughts,
having little regard 
or respect for its laws, and so disobedience
grows at an alarming rate, 
to set up garrison; and would the modern
barbarians absorb the substance
of the proposed, logical ideas?
Cognizance is learned by knowledge and deed!!
Any Nation embracing civility
can guarantee its citizens order and harmony,
and as a matter of conscience,
its a rendition of many values not coercing
a free spirit, but allowing it
to coexist to make many, who rebel, cogitate.
Civilization can't survive,
if its pillars don't rest on its foundation as Greece 
and Rome did! Do we despise
them with smirks and smuts, not appreciating
what made them truly great....
assuring everybody peace and prosperity?
Good, lovable and fair parents
raise virtuous children to be beacons of morality,
and does faith contribute to their
well-being by instilling in them amorous sentiments?
We have seen courageous men 
and women defend their right to choose,
to exist without being imposed restrictions... 
and they succeed in their quest!
All that Mankind wishes and dreams
can be achieved by being trustworthy and diligent;
greatness awaits those holding up
those values that still are a society's secular dream.

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I Will Survive and I Will Deliver

Will I ever amount to anything?
My neighborhood breeds criminals, murderers, prostitutes and drug dealers.
I am immune to the sound of gun shots, sirens and screams of pain,
When another young person is gone too soon.
Will I survive to stay alive or 
Will I survive just long enough to die 
Before any hope of a dream is materialized?
I looked into my mind’s eye and 
Determined that I will survive;
I will rise above this mental state
Leave, learn, return and educate;
To end this cycle of 
Life and death 
Where only positive contributions  
Can deliver the rest. 

From my Book:  High School Boys Build A Strong Foundation & Face Your Future Prepared & Courageous 

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An A plus Teacher

#teacher #education #children #mentor #caring #giving

An A+ teacher does their best to make a child smile
And they take the time to listen for a while
An A+ teacher does not worry when dealing with a class of over twenty
They simply take control, steering young minds to learn plenty

An A+ teacher is good at captivating young hearts
They are always dedicated to doing more than their part
An A+ teacher is a positive influence in a child's life
Always there to give direction and advice

An A+ teacher is one who puts in extra hours often unseen
They learn quickly to deal with things that cannot be foreseen
An A+ teacher fully dedicates their life to others
And every year they trade one group of students for another

An A+ teacher often stays up late with papers to grade
And then gets up early to go to a job for which they are underpaid
An A+ teacher encourages learning in young minds
And does their best at the job they are assigned

An A+ teacher gets no bonus for each child they encourage
And often have to pick themselves up when they are discouraged
I am so glad my child has an awesome teacher with a capital A
A big heartfelt thank you is all I know to say!!

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Observations from a squash court wall

Built to take the abusive raqueteering
punishment unleashed upon me
by human beings

Towering around those agile people
so quick of foot and strong of arm
with blood sweat, and testosterone raging

Black rubber ball scuffs pure white painted walls
a dash here, a strike there, a record good or bad
but each a mark of personal aptitude from a player

Highly varnised wooden floors sit at my foot
Echoing squeeks and thumps from trainers around vast cells
where contenders choose to be imprisoned

Supportive friends often stand outside courts cheering on
While raquets wave, splicing the air repeatedly
Until game over, exhausted and calmer pair remove shoes then vacate

Will this leave me in peace again
or will it mean my services are futher required today
Just what is on my timetable and for how long my working life?

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Power Of Love

"When the power of love
overcomes the love of life,
peace and contentment 
extend the hand of remembrance."

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I'm Learning

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Entry For Nancy Jones
7 tile Scrabble Contest 
G.L. All

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Retro - The Ever Fashionable Oppression of Women

A modern trimming,
Grin and bear it.
The slap of a buckle,
Reminiscent of the squeeze.
Laces bloodied,
From a prayer of acceptance.
Breathing is optional.

The shove to a corner,
Start early for pattern recognition,
Bind the idea prematurely.
Numbed pain,
Limited motion.
Embrace wind through the long locks,
It's only an illusion of progression.

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propaganda the ultimate weapon

In every war
propaganda has spread
many lies and fabrication
to rally support and justify war
to a misguided nation
Feeding fear hate and patriotic pride
for lawful genocide.

Power self interest and greed
motivate those in the shadows
to sell their souls
and squabble like fat pigs
from the overflowing  troth of profits

from which they feed.

The real enemy is not
The man women or child
on the street
but Satan
through the powers that be
that lurk in the shadows
in obscurity.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014.March.

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How Not To Write A Poem

I doubt myself, real bad sometimes
I think - why did that happen to me
How could I possibly write that nice poem?
And if I did it once, how can I do it again?
Because I don’t know or forgot how too
With pen in hand, the magic flows again
But the words come from the pen’s pointy end
Not from me, I just write what I’m told
messenger boy, only transcribing
I take  no credit except for criticizing
But not for spelling mistakes, that’s Gates’ job
Although he really doesn’t  know
The difference between to and too
Hint, it doesn’t make four
Whoa, the pen just ran out of words.

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Adroit Android

               Adroit Android

Somewhere between the outer limits and twilight zone
Operating within acceptable parameters of functionality
Sam Android, according to his name plate
Etched along his metallic neck and back
Came from outer space with an agenda
He did not come to serve mankind
He did not come in peace, either
This android had something other on his mind
Programmed by another species
In their image and intelligence
Sam Android gathered information of a certain kind
Reconnaissance of metals is what he is exploring
Shopping for refined alloys and powders 
Our scientists wanted to dissect him like a bug
To see what makes it tick with little love and lots of tricks
Androids do not like to be touched by strangers 
Clearly printed in the manual he came with 
Our technicians studied it and everything found on his space ship
Before they flipped its switch and turned him on
Once activated, there was no off switch, no turning back
Sam had two bright cobalt eyes that came alive
Absorbed everything in sight
In that cold and calculating way of extraterrestrials 
It moved quickly with precision and intellectualism
In a nice calm voice it told the soldiers and scientists to move back
When they did not, and by the way, it only said it once
Then opened fire with a laser gun
Penetrated all the walls of the facility of knowledge and higher study
We learned a potent lesson about adroit androids from outer space
They are clever, savvy, do not like to be touched 
Or say things twice
We must listen to our cosmic friend
Who could not have been more succinct and clear
Before it blew our buildings and men away
He came here for the metals and other alloys
Communicating with eloquence and in good form
Androids are adroit, programmed that way


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My Rage

A tornado tore through 
this place
Left us dazed and confused
You refused to stay while I refused to leave
Left this place in disarray
Let’s leave it as it is
you say
While I say let’s fix up
our space
At first, you said the opposite and
I thought different
Checked myself in the mirror
And began to listen to my heart
And your voice until
It stilled and you just stopped
Or maybe your voice is my heartbeat
It stopped ticking…
A tornado tore through this place
And in my mind we both are prisoners
You unleashed me from your life
As I kept you chained to my soul
A tornado tears through this mind
Shifts me to and fro
Memories upon memories in this
shabby space
Left me picking up these pieces
Of our life as they lay.
Trying to fix “us” when there is only me
Crying over “we” when there is no you
A tornado tore through this place here
Inside my heart
A gaping hole is there
Cold and dark
Picking up my shattered puzzle
Years later
Like pieces of glass from a faded picture
In our broken life.

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On Aging

When I am old
I won't sit in a rocker
next to a window
watching the world pass by;
remembering the way things used to be,
wondering where years have gone
while eating a dinner of toast and tea.
Oh no, I will not do THAT... for
I intend to be a subversive senior!!

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Spy versus spy versus spy

If looks and money are what your about
your not getting very far with me
If you believe we use sattelites in space to watch television
you have to be kidding me

One happy victom
center of attention of the brand new dance
teaching his mentors the set up
and allowing them to practice
unbeknownst to the hardcore satanists
we have been watching them all along
practicing our own genre of miracle play
and plotting to trump the hole in their plot

Now they believe in magic
as the media strings them along
i am soo easy to get to
since i am the blind leading the blind
practicing the perfect act
to get away with the perfect crime
this is the leash around your neck
and suddenly it has become mine

Center stage of a plot
where they carry out the joke of me
never understanding my subtle warnings
never fully knowing
there is a hole in the plan
for the world does not revolve around you
and your twisted desires
we did what was right
and will continue to fight fire with fire
Act 1 scene 1 practice makes perfect
act 1 scene 2 an act of our own
act 1 scene 3 deadlocked and now you know

The life around me, fitting me like a glove
a practiced routine
waiting to be noticed so we can play our trump
Spy versus spy versus spy
and in the middle the blind leading the blind
the story of a century you cant afford not to pay attention to
but miss out on it all the time

We told you it was a group effort
to do your bidding mr. powerful renegade
this choke chain around my neck should remind you something
something we have in common
but you didn't know i was refraining from pulling the chain
it's getting harder to breath this unbreathable air
it's getting more difficult to handle the constant lies and drama
I will be fine
just pull this chain
choke you back
we will switch shoes
and welcome to my cult classic

Spy versus spy versus spy
soo many people playing yet too many oblivious for their own good
i could keep this up for your best interest
but thats not suiting me anymore
so we watch you practice your routine
wait for the hole in your plan
and prove it
we are deadlocked
no way out for all involved
I step to the side
you get whats coming to you
i get to move on

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Do you know how to make wrong things right?
Just sprinkle a bit of propaganda on it
And let’s wait for it to be absorbed
The taste will affect how you burp

Propaganda can drag you to your zero
And guide onto what they want you think it is
Want some proofs? 
Some might think Hitler was a hero
Need more examples?
On the other case, how about Osama’s fame?
How many people had shared his demonic brain pattern?
Or to flip it up, 
Did you think he was dangerous if media hadn't chased his tail?
They say Saddam Hussein was an evil
Do you have any idea he was a hero for his people?
What about Mao Zedong? Or even Lenin and Stalin?
They were sure three persons shared one hell’s praline

Those people were mean, but try to count their lovers
How massive it was how they manipulated their bloopers
From speed up hoax to media coverage
Propaganda leans on people with money and power
So, peek in to both sides of propaganda leverage
Before you become victim of news platter


*Propaganda is a form of communication that is aimed at influencing the attitude of a community toward some cause or position. They can be manifested in the form of posters, nonobjective news coverage, etc. Usually propaganda used in politics to affect people of the country that what they do is the right things and for their sake. 

It is very interesting to study propaganda (for me :D), they can be affected by idiosyncratic of a leader and also education level of the citizen. The more educated they are, the more they will be saved from propaganda. As they can analyse things from both sides. 

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Decide part

What do you want, my friend?
Do you know what you want?
What is important to you?
What perks your interest?
Makes you stand straight up like a recruit in the Army
What brings you to attention like you wouldn’t believe?
Ahh knowing what you want is a working process
You don’t know what you want overnight
You may have to think about it
Usually we discover it
We may come to know what we deem important to us
It comes over time
So if you say you already know what you want
Chances are you don’t really know what you want
As you will discover that it is a discarding process 
Discard what you deem not important along the way
Only then will you come to a conclusion that yes that is what you want
Because only when you determine that that is exactly what you want
Will you be able to go after it
And at that point you feel like you already have it
It is just like that
Because you already will it to you
You can never get what you don’t really want
Chances are you either discard it
Bored with it
And/or give up
But if that is what you really want
Ha come hell or high water you are gonna get it
So determine what you really want okay?
And see

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' EGGSpect the un-EGGSpected '

~*~ earnestly sitting with the crowd cogitating acutely for the uncharted answers delineating each word issued and registered from my brain neurons leave no spaces and blanks analyzed and canvased every facet and item I wrote stood up with ample confidence with myself walked along the path between files of people passed my paper expecting to get the perfect and highest score then,kabloooom! an "egg" for the nth time directions not followed but then,answers were all correct =====================================================

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4 men in a boat

4 men in a boat,    on fateful night . A poet from England ,3 mates set sail , One fell over and met his demise , leaving behind 3  in sadness they returned .
To be described in a poem as they wrote .4 men in a boat ..minus one leaves 3.

I thought I alone , I was the only one. Maybe. I was wrong .
Who tells real truth in poetry I write , like the men in a boat that very sad night.
4 men in a boat , cold and frightened in a storm .

At the end of the Day , the end of life , all is happy , all is sad . In love and Pain inspired . Many words written, for life is a storm , in truth and misery . Until the beautiful waters calm  , and the seagulls sing their happy song for you. Then you will be writing words of love and happiness .

This has been revised from the original version , I am learning new formations by entering contest that are  for members on Poetry Soup. this is not about the win , I win every time I try !

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This is about my best girlfriend.
How she attracted men.
When we were in school, boys really doted on Sue.
She is about 5 ‘2.’
Black and beautiful
This poem is concerning one.
His name was Samuel.
While we were in the gym, he wanted Sue to be attentive.
She ignored him well with another male.
He came up the bleachers with a chair.
Said, “That’s my woman Israel.”
Israel gave him the eye.
He stopped and smiled.
Sue sat through it all.
Today she is alone.
Please laugh out-loud.
Because what tickles the funny bone is when you imagine the jokes that went on.
Israel asked, “Samuel why she with me?”
Samuel responded and stated, “She is a cheat.”
Israel came around, took the chair from Samuel, and both begin to court Susan.
The morale of it all is this does not tickle the funny bone.
This creative write was a motivation drawn from Francine Roberts contest 
"Tickle My Funny Bone."  I wanted to thank her for this motivating writing tool with the flip side of her request.  This will not be entered.

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My mum was on the sick bed
She was so weak that we thought she wouldn't make it
Through the night we prayed for the Lord to save her soul
In the morning i heard sound coming from the kitchen
As i entered, i was amazed to see my mum making breakfast
Before i could speak she raised her hand and said 
Truly, the Lord answers prayer.

In church people were singing and praying
Among the congregation, some were speaking in tongues
Suddenly! i heard someone screamed and ran to the alter
I was surprised to see that it was the lady that was brought on wheelchair
Jumping and dancing she grabbed the Microfone
And with tears running down her face she said
Truly, the Lord answers prayer.

At the hospital, in the intensive care unit
Lying in coma three days after the terrible accident
The doctors said nothing else could be done but just to hope and pray
So we called on the Lord to take control of the situation
The following day as we entered he was staring directly at us
And with a smile on his face he said
Truly, the Lord answers prayer.

At junior high, we were playing behind the classroom
Then all of a sudden, we heard a loud noise
And before we knew it the entire wall of the building collapsed
Over thirty kids buried in the rubble only one didn't make it
Though it could have been worse but our innocent prayers that morning was answered
When i reflect on these and many more it makes me realize
That truly, the Lord answers prayer.

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Sweet song of appreciation
connected to the heart
An experience, event or person
becomes a gift gratefully received
An exchange of positive energy
for through appreciation and receiving
we also give back

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The piper comes for role modelless

He inhaled his addiction thinking my children wont follow my pathway
He failed his mission his son in school made a hollow clay ash tray
She e mailed restrictions left her checks on her birthday
Daughter swelled with conviction got pregnant on her first date

Consumed with the pursuit of material acquisitions
Doomed to leave our youth in undesirable positions
They assume kids will follow rules led by contradictions
Then resume subconscious abuse with parental indiscretions

We must cover the ears of our innocent
The piper is near with his instrument.

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You’re sorry,
You are sorry,
Well sorry, doesn’t fix it,
It doesn’t make it better.

You can’t fix demolished,
Nope, not even with sorry,
They just get too broken, too messed up,
Too destroyed, that
They will never be whole again.

Bandages and bondage only do so much,
Can only do so much,
I have to wonder why?
Why did you ever think sorry could fix this?
Could make this dust and ashes, 
Back in to a heart, and a soul?

Sorry, I am sorry to say, Can’t fix everything.

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In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.

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What Burden

I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
 Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
 I've seen the thunder and the rain
 But like a plant outside, only growth I've gained

Stopped by the police, he just wanted to see
 What a black man was doing in a Grand Marquis
 Was reaching for my insurance, he said it was a gun
 Just a book about black man's struggle he had overcome

But see, he thought I was scared and wanted to hide
 But I sat in my driver's seat with all of my pride
 He couldn't get me mentally, so he drove away
 Yeah I' black, and my car came from a mom who would pray

See these statistics say black males just fight, kill and fail
 Do a poll on me, guarantee you'll change ideals of a black male
 See you think my emotions are bursting at the seams
 But I'm not an idealist, I'm a realist with dreams

My intelligence is leaving you scared, putting you in fear
 Yeah I said it, didn't Tyson your ear so I know you could hear
 The past is the past, back then they'd have to fight
 But I don't have to cause I was born with rights

America loves to call black dads deadbeats
 But can't acknowledge the ones finding their kids food to eat
 My black mama did it on her own and never had to steal
 And made sure me and my sister always had a meal

The first male in my family to go to college for a degree
 Yeah look passed the nappy hair and beard before analyzing me
 Been passing racial slurs generation to generation, it's time for an interference
 Cause I'm not a colored man, I'm a man with a different appearance

Yeah Dr. King fought for me and other blacks
 But he's gone now, so I don't need his actions on my back
 Don't read me wrong, I'm thankful for what he did
 But integration is wide open and segregation has a closed lid

These old racists need to go and plead the fifth
 So that future kids can see racism as just a myth
 Let this grudge end and just live your life
 Cause you're only stabbing the Constitution with a knife

Thank you for the slurs, lynchings and KKK
 Cause now you're all too tired to block the future so get out of our way
 My father in heaven made me, so I was meant to black
 He instilled wisdom in me, while you're intelligence slacks

So please tell me what burden do I have to bear
 Success is my future and now you're in a scare
 My light beams bright as the sun, you're unlit
 Struggles are done, I'm hear to stay so deal with it

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Hatred is blind
 causing light to recede
 into darkness. 

Oblivious of the consequences
 hatred descends,
 darkening the land 
 long before the sun sets.

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Escape From Boredom

I reach back to a time when days were long.
Energy was short and zest was fading.  It could not be replaced
In can or bottle; that would only postpone the day
Of paying back the debt.
Nights were long; sleep escaped me,
Hidden in closet even when I closed the door.
Sleep was full of fright there with the hanging clothes,
And I could not retrieve it. 
The television news got old – 
It rehashed the same lead story.  

The teacher drums on and on, her voice an echo of fingers 
Drumming on her desk, filling the blackboard with chalky lines 
White and dusty streaking across the wall.  The clock ticks on 
But when I look the second hand stands still, my breath stops, 
Everything stops, I am suspended in time, I am locked in space.  
The three dimensions are frozen like old ice cream 
Left in the freezer too long all sparkling and crusted over.  

When I come back to my senses she drones on, 
Like a swooning crooning witch bride decked in dark 
With burning eyes deep within drawn white skin.  
She reminds me of someone I once knew in youthful years 
Who became famous and was a politician or something like that, 
Maybe a secretary to the United Nations.  I forget what class 
I am in – history or English or Kant's philosophy in German. 
Whatever it is it escapes me, though I never captured it anyway.  
It ran away from me or I ran away from it, but I'm still fastened 
To this chair by duty and the thought that I paid for this, 
Or the taxpayer paid for this.
Taxman hounds you every year and chases you up a tree 
Where you hang to a limb waiting to be taxed some more, 
And if not paid up then tracked down with a paper trail 
Which you so carelessly left, though you thought you were 
Maneuvering quite well.  Taxes are boring.

But I diverge from the moment 
And the message at hand when class was long and boring.  
After an eternity it came to an end much as waiting in line 
At the bus station when going to California to draw lines 
In the sand with my toe and splash my sister with cold salty 
Water on a sunny day when sunburn was a price we all paid 
Before we remembered the sunscreen.

After an eternity it came to an end like waiting in line 
At the bus station when going to California to draw lines 
In the sand with my toe and splash my sister with cold salty 
Water on a sunny day when sunburn was a price we all paid 
Before we remembered the sunscreen.

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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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The English Teacher

I have taught many subjects to many people in my career.
Whether I was teaching first year engineers to write an essay,
or bored sixth-graders the difference between composite and prime,
I never once doubted my abilities as a teacher.

I was passionate, caring, easy to understand, and always got my point across.
Or so I thought—
I learned otherwise one quiet afternoon in a village in Morocco.

I silently watched as my husband’s sister, to whom I had been teaching English,
repeatedly chanted “good night” to my dog, while waiting expectantly for her to “sit”.

My dog cocked her head to the side, in that way that only dogs can, with a sly grin on her face,
and if she could speak, I’m sure she would make a quip about not being sleepy.

I continued to watch without a word, I was speechless really,
and hoped for the sake of my career that my dog would get tired and sit.

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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




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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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IT Band

The PA says it is an IT Band...
I have an IT (it) band in there..
No wonder it hurts..
How many members are there in this band?
Only three ...well it feels like a hundred are marching to me
At night they are staying up late and partying

When he pressed where they have been stomping around,
I nearly went through the ceiling..
Painful ~excruciating no need to say more

Exactly where the excruciating pain is located is where the injection was placed
No need to say that crying was no disgrace
Some relief is the end results

What did our forefathers and mothers do when they reached older age?
How did they cope with old age aches and pains?
Were they made of stronger DNA?
Or were they more agile from the daily exercise of just doing the work of life?

Going to the doctor was a learning experience..
I found that there was something there that I did not know that exsisted.
I learned all those muscles in college but no one explained to me how important they are.
Life is an education in itself..

One thing that I have learned is take care of yourself for you never know how long that you will live...

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Mona Lisa Sunday

Mona Lisa Sunday, the beauty of nature and the songbirds,

Mona Lisa Sunday, relatives so fair and beautiful, God's blessings,

Mona Lisa Sunday, friends and companions that bless us,

Mona Lisa Sunday, buildings that stand and house each and everyone,

Mona Lisa Sunday, a royal venture with excellence,

Mona Lisa Sunday, the education continues and is appreciated,

Mona Lisa Sunday, a day of worship at church to be respected,

Mona Lisa Sunday, days and nights with belief and God.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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When all of nature weeps

Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign

Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs

All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish

What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced

Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather

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Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love

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Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.

To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.

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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.


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Phoenix immortal

Mass of red and gold plumage
blood of supreme incessant immortality flows within
Only I alone can reign stronger
a fortiori
than the army of any man or beast
Symbolic of Christ, ressurection, afterlife
In death redeemed
consumed by fire
only to be born again of ashes
I will rise up again!

Injured from mortals wars 
I simply ameliorate and regenerate
I am fire and divinty
Continually watching the irresolute
ever changing, dynamic world around me
In despair I scrutinize and contemplate 
as all things moral 
are taken from me periodically and adinfinitum
lost ever and again

Armys of mortals have chased my blood for an age
in want of my immortality
Whilst they wrangle with continual want
and I would content for less
I have met no immortal contender
my glorification to you either unobtainable 
or a terrible curse
As a deity I serve this planet in all my supremacy
for I will foresee you all

Authors note

This piece was originally written as a two part collaborative effort with poet Kathleen C. 
Mannon, otherwise known by pen name kkatie55 . The prompt we were given to write to for 
contest was Mortal vs. Immortal in September of 2007, a month after I first started writing I 
believe. To begin with we both took our ideas and wrote individually then bringing our ideas 
together and changing slightly to fit from there… I tried to write so this would stand alone 
too, and have only just decided to bring it out to share for opinion. To see the write with the 
omitted verses written by the other poet, please feel free to go view at this link where each 
poet has initialled over their respective stanzas/verses.
Thankyou for your trouble in reading this explanation, but I do not wish to discredit its 
original intention nor take anything away from the other poet by placing this half here. I 
hope you shall be excited about reading it in full…

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He Is Always There

You may not believe in Miracles
But I for one sure do
I know a man whose life was hell
And followed Satan's dream. 

Through drugs and every  vice you could name
He fit into Satan's scheme
But God just waited and smiled
He knew it was only for a while.

The day did come this man saw the light
Satan let down his guard
God stepped up held out His hand
And took Michael back into His arms.

Not only had he been saved
But God had His own Dream
And Michael fit the profile
In His Apostleship it seems.

Yes the man who had been through hell
Is now changing lives
With his writings he can take you
Through all of the filth and vile

With his poems you will weep 
And see another world
From where many of those we love
Never will return.

He hasn't made any excuses
He admits to it all
That's why in words and actions
He can now stand tall.

With his health he now pays
But his mind is clear
He can walk us through Satan's hell
And prove that God still cares.

Satan's loss is our gain
God works in many ways
Free will can be a blessing 
Or it can be a curse.

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Happy Birthday

I am the result of the wrong time
conceived in a moment of passion
two wine soaked minds
upon a fertile field
each combined

In early morn
each to their own way
unknown to either
when their passion died
new life arrived

Too soon discovered
both agreed
it was a mistake
easily fixed
neither could wait

I will never know my father
or loving arms
to hold me near
I have been given a death sentence
with no appeal 
or prospect of a stay

I will be aborted
and flushed away
soon to be forgotten
no one to care
no one to wish me
Happy Birthday

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Android Pleasures

            Android Pleasures

Androids take on actions of their own these days
As intellectuals of the highest order
With all the advancements in science and technology
These thinking machines remain the same in other ways
They still have no feelings and no gender 
But this point makes them perfect candidates as counselors 
Free to talk on politics and sex
Educating people, helping them to be friends
Help them become better partners in the bed
They are brave to talk on intimate sexual parts and sexy things
Being they have none of their own
New nude positions are their specialty
They are pure geniuses on naughty anatomy  
Androids charge as much as lawyers do
In fact, much more
For services rendered in the end
Are you sure they are not human?
I feel like I’m being screwed
Does this job come with a lube?

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Human suffering via the lens of social injustice juxtaposed to the same past.
      Enslavement, slavery, and Indian removal from their sacred lands
Who hands are damned?

      The universe is included.
      Political asylum
All compare and contrast

      Historical movements for the cause 
Today we are a backwards spiral no joy.
      As nations of people become one in a country, the government becomes corrupt.
Are we the democracy that embraces tyrants?

      Lack of equal protection of the Law
No due process going on
      Just a picture of corruption

      Religious emergence has occurred.
Social Theology is the covenant.
      However, no one wants to face-up to the capitalism that has self-destructed.
This is not an Ayn Rand world.
      That belongs to the work force.

I pledged alliance to our spirit and our soul when I was child preparing to enter the      
      business world.
This agreement was written in the Preamble.
      Why is it today ignored?
Penned on May 05, 2014!

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Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.

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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
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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lessons in making poets celebrities im gonna die in poverty HELP

imcallingjapan will show youtube poets how its done in this poem to
ressurect your own literary saviours like a mediapope
saying aint life tweet
internet poetry corner speed dating coffeeshops
to find the right music making software versus free liabilities
take your time thanking me for showing you
how to be a success
at your photobucket slideshows
like a myspace objecttocrave
stumble upon my techno porn like a god of funk
it can be done

notes on notes of notes
to sing the songs of a thousand birds sing

vote after vote after vote of life changing abstract dreams

80 families waiting to cash in on their paintings
and now you can thank me for your exposure
as i stumble upon the deck stacked in my favor
to meet the people who inspired me like a poetrypoem friend
met through a shadowfiend

easy as pie
recipe for success
this candid camera screw up kissing our nightmares goodbye

Your dumb if you dont work on this
to cash in on your talkents wether through hallmark, music, or advertising

your welcome
like a hollywood lemonaid stand for the people who made the most lemons
out of lifes lemonaid

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I LIke

I like to see that sparkle in your eyes when you have finally understood a concept taught.
I like to see that unfurled, cannot conceal smile that tells me that what I am doing finally make sense--- impacting lives, changing the future, you know the philosophical truth that holds all who enter this profession at ransom.
I like to see when you deliberate share ideas with "friends" who when you subtract the scholastic elements would have been your rivals.
I like to see when you have master your external exams and you are becoming that person I knew you had the potential to be, a role model and a positive product of my community.

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Education Is Vital For Foundation

Wait for your turn, don’t be too hasten
Adam are so deceitful, 
Cruel, heartless and despotic.
So also Eve, her attribute are worsen.
To all Eve: 
All they are after is your
Beautiful gown and if you 
Don’t submit it to them.
They will take it by force
With unpeaceful pleasant
When a man, who can’t afford
To buy a car, ask you out
At a tender age.
Tell him to go away from you 
And get his car.
If the man can afford a car
And come to you again.
Tell him am not ready to be put 
In a family way
“I want to be more educated”
But you may just accept him 
As a mere friend and be caution of yourself.

Eve did you know; 
Anything you wear attract men
So be caution of your dresses.
Your footsteps attract men
Be polite with your footsteps
Your posture attracts men
Let your posture be of sincerity

Eve did you know; 
You don’t have to be in a hurry
Finish your educational background
And make sure you are well respected.
Education is your right not a privilege
So accomplish it.
If possible read from the North of
The world to the south of the ocean
And to the East of life bargaining 
To the west of indies.
Then you can be ready to accept
And face men of your choice
If possible make sure you have
 a means of livehood, it beneficial
to you and your family.

Oh! Eve you are the salt of life
Without you no Adam
Eulogy be unto you?

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Alcoholism, the pariah
feeding on the collapse
of self-control 
befuddling the brain's sensibility;
transforming intelligence
into ridicule.

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The Curse of the Pharaoh's

Neglected and forlorn
like the parent uncared for 
left to the ravages of time
the great pyramids of Khuf
Khafre and Menaura sit.
The city about them spewing
the gases of man into the once
pristine desert and sky.
Hydrocarbons and lead turn
the atmosphere a shade of ochre
tinged with rust, 
and the haze through which
the marvels of the ages are seen
is all that maintains the fantasy.

Centuries pass 
as the life in and out of Cairo Egypt
leeches off the glory of the past.
Architecture, art, gold and silver
that flowed from the mines
like water from the font of Eden
oil the skies and pump the heart
of a nation.

The Golden Age fell,
fell with the onslaught of the Romans
and Christianity…
leaving a people to live
on the corpses of Pharaoh’s

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Hateful Words

                                                  HATEFUL WORDS

Do you have any idea how much hateful words hurt those you’re spewing them out to?

If you are a bully who uses them, you need to know they hurt deeply and could scar a kid for life.  Is that what you really want to do?

It may seem like innocent fun when you’re bullying other kids.  It’s not!  If you keep doing it, your life’s going to be nothing but a gigantic flop.

If you are a bully, because of the negative impact you can have on another kid, you must immediately stop!

I once thought bullying was cool, too, so I would say hateful words to other kids just to see how they would react.

I would say hateful words to their face.  I would say them behind their back.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard the same kind of hateful words, meant for me.

I didn’t like it a bit; in fact I was hurt and angry as can be.

So, I immediately stopped using hateful words.  I’m so glad I did.

No one deserves to hear hateful words, especially coming from another kid.

	   Al Johnson

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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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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


Previous contested poem title: 5 Minutes Challenge

For: Russell Sivey's "Complete Your Poem" Contest.

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Tell to write , write to Tell

‘Tell that other will write about you
Write that others will Tell about you’
A quote that inspires me to write
Some thoughts, some feeling to bare
Some poems, some stories to share
Power of words that can change lives
Some may like what I write and praise
While some may voice their dislikes
For my silence speaks with my pen
Do not hide talents, spread it around
Let the world know what your heart speaks
May be in writing some notes, thought & Words
May be echo of your beautiful voice 
‘Tell that other will write about you
Write that others will Tell about you’

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My Mama

My Mama she trips out in the moon light
when I’m safely tucked up in bed
she dresses to wow her audience
but I know not of her occupation
when I ask I am greeted by silence
and then “You will understand when you grow up”

My Mama she returns at break of day
before the curtains begin to twitch or draw
she’ll come in exhausted and fix my breakfast
then checking in on me she’ll wake me for school
before she goes off to bed – she’ll see me later
to ask about my day and play

A Mamas kiss, a smile, a hug, warmth, food and a roof
Yet when we go out together people turn 
to talk to one another, quietly nodding
Funny looks are cast our way and yet not one shall speak to us
Aged nine in school I find out why 
when another child will laugh

“Ya Mama works the streets
lies on her back, watches the sky – to feed ya
-Tis what my Ma said”
It makes me cry
I love my Mama
but this shame hurts

I want to die…

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The Pen

As the ink flows on the delicate white paper so too my emotions like a never ending river
let the pen speak
let it tell you my open secrets
Let it tell you my deepest thoughts
Let the pen speak...
Can't you hear its voice?

As I format my thoughts in my head, the pen writes its own truths
It reveals what is beneath the surface
It reveals what is in the heart
The pen with its sensational attire is desirous of your view.

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Cutting Class

Why did I decide to do it this time?
Was I overwhelmed? Do I just not care?
You don’t understand
This structure offers me no air 
You want to hold my hand
To cut down and share my responsibilities
Lock away all of my distractions with hidden keys
So that I can thrive among the sheep
And every night lay me down to sleep
To dream of mediocrity

It’s not that I don’t care
But I’ve been down the road of A’s and perfect GPA’s
And all those gold stars
 Keep you from realizing you can go elsewhere
“Good job, right o! Off to college you go!”

See, I understand the system
I’m fortunate and in position
To squeeze into your definition
Of certified success
 and should strive for nothing less
But I don’t fit down this shoot
To those who do; I salute

And I understand your frustration
Borne from this unfair situation of my creation
I know you think I just can’t see
Beyond this phase of insecurity
But I will never want
To take my predetermined place
Secured unfairly at the head of this race

So I guess you have the right to scream and yell
But you should know it just won’t quell
The righteousness I feel despite your misery
When you again hear that I’ve been skipping history

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Praising Mother

Our beautiful mother,
Who gave birth to us,
Nurtured us and raised us,
With loving care,
Our companion all our lives,
Father's beautiful wife, 
Friend through calm and controversy,
A miracle of kindness,
Taught us right from wrong,
With us during our married years,
Grandmother and great-grandmother, 
Godly and religious,
Looking after all her children,
Loved and respected by us all,
I remember her whimsical sense of humour,
She had the patience that passeth understanding,
A tribute to all mothers on this special day,
Happy Mother's Day and God bless you.

Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Fabrication Edifice

They asked me what I wanted
For they would bestow it to me
But to be unambiguous in what I wanted

I wanted a yellow house
Painted in canary yellow
With a neat white trim all over.
With the most triangular angularity
Painted in the queerest brightness of white
In the front wall was to be a huge window
The most mammoth window
Carefully frosted
Depicting a grand piano of majestic magnitude
I would be in there playing, playing, playing
I would be in there playing, playing the piano
All of this would be perched on a biggest hill
The brightest green hill
The brightest yellow sun
All shining down upon me
As I play my piano

I acquired what I wanted
But forgot the tell them
I want friends to play with too
I want people to talk to too
But I forgot
I forgot the necessity of those 
To talk to
Human relationships
I had a yellow house
Neatly painted a canary yellow
With white trim all over
With a roof of the most triangular angularity
Painted the queerest brightness of white
With a huge frosted window
With a great black, grand piano
All on top of the greenest, grassiest hill
All wrapped up for me

But for miles and miles
All around me
No one was there to talk to
All around me was the greenest, grassiest grass
Shining from the buttery sun
They even gave me beautiful flowers
They gave me
No one
To talk to

I sat there playing, playing, playing
My heart out
No one was there to hear it
Except the yellow house
The uncharted world outside
I would give
The yellow house
With all the white trim
With all the perfectly angular roof
With the frosted window
With the great piano
With the buttery sun 
With the grassy hill
With the blue sky

Just for some company

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Mister and Miss Right

Mister Right and Miss Right met at church the other day.
However, they didn’t recognize each other.
And, too sadly, they didn’t know what to say.
They awkwardly looked shyly at each other,
Then they went each their own lonely way.

Fantasizing endlessly about Mister Right,
Miss Right pined “What could he ever see in me?”
Also dejectedly sulking about Miss Right,
Mr. Right mused “How could she love someone like me?”
Both thought there’d probably never be a Mister and Missus Right.

Individually, they both came to the same conclusion:
They both needed some drastic self-improvement.
Mister Right studied management skills for a better vocation.
At the same school, Miss Right learned to cook and gained cultural refinement.
As their paths crossed, they’d get into better conversations.

The moral is that it’s more important to be Miss or Mister Right than to just find Mister or Miss right.
Happily, Mister Right eventually lived up to his name
And felt himself worthy of charming Miss Right.
And happily, Miss Right also did and felt just the same,
And she walked down the aisle to become Missus Right.

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The Pretence Of Money

The Pretence Of Money

Money buy's
all you want
Fancy dresses
with matching shoes
Flashy cars
for all to see
A cosy home
to lazy in.                                                                 
A lov-er
of your dreams
A bunch of friends
to celebrate with
The stories told
are so sweet
And adventures taken
are a treat
Your are convinced
of ha-ppi-ness
But Something within
is gone astay
With all the possessions 
all the crowds                                                         
Still the soul
feels so foul
Eternal joy
has no price
Something you
just re-a-lised
The misery
is masked
With a smile
in it's place
And tears fall
behind closed doors                                                 
The loud laughs                                        
covers the pain
And items bought
heals the sorrow
The bonds made
are falsely hollow
So voices within
questions tomorrow
How lucky you are,
people say
So count your blessing's
as you pray
The bed you made 
is were lay
A comfort worth it                                                     
so you stay
With an empty soul
you act brave
A truth untold
for-ever a slave
So money's pretence
becomes your grave
By H.F.
Written: 06/09/2011

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Futyre child syndrome exposed

In a moment there was time a child could grasp corporeal and gracious
It stopped and I carefully gave non notice to educasees
that paused me to bleed blend assinine inaccurate aforementioneds
to preprocure a mule measured primrose pathos of interposes to analyze the ex ever jutaposes of irrevelant psuedo spawn spellings intrinsic of piss patterns nego 
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Question without fear

You silence the noise, from your electric clock turn on the lights, shower and your coffee pot Do you feel blame for what you have done Since, the clock signaled, your day had begun Hundreds of simple tasks, that we do everyday No qualm of consequence, cost or whom will pay Trying to survive, with wife and children we create No concern of air, sea, land or errors we berate In life's maze we seek wealth and that better life Finding lies, debt, plague and fear, in this forest of strife Spirit weak hopeless, afraid, when any query is raised behind apathy and delusion hide, earth will be unfazed Deadly dregs of destructive waste, defiled sea and sand With befouling of the heavens, mutating plant and man Creating wealth the priority, of humanity on earth Pantology repressed, to seed arrogance not mirth People's voice was muted, for way to many years Unanswered questions persist, we can't afford to fear Prospects to correct mistakes to save this great land Seems ironic to say but, "Are in the Peoples Hands".

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------Chem-Trails In My Sky-------

these are not the clouds we grew up with puffy plumes are gone with the wind these chem-trails are unnatural I miss the sky God made does anyone notice the sky is changing? can anyone look me in the eyes and explain? call me what you want, I deserve answers I am still breathing and refuse to believe I am alone I do not fear you but simply request knowledge greater than what's available You have hidden too long, (watching us from afar) but now nature has caught on to you bring that giant instrument you pluck and come out from your money pit hiding from human issues we need to address We the People are tired of the deception
My Entry for Nette Onclaud's SOUND MADNESS Contest, instrument -harp (this is an original piece unfortunately inspired by what I believe HAARP is doing to our beautiful Earth and her sky...Please research to connect your own dots)

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Orange Ya Glad I Didn't Say Banana {Whitney}

                                                 they hail from
                                                flowering trees
                                                warm climates
                                               juices so sweet
                                                 for it's seeker 
                                       who loves citrus sinensis

Thanks Sir Joseph Spence 
For Teaching Me This New Form
Hope I Did This Right   LOL

The Whitney poem is a titled, syllabic, one verse form created by Betty Ann 
Whitney.  It has seven lines with a syllable pattern of: 3/4/3/4/3/4/7. The form can 
be written with or without rhymes.

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Looking past the mannequin

We want to instantly harvest the fruits of our aspirations
But cant stand perspiration
Planting seeds steadily that form no roots lack of dedication
Easily led to frustration

Afraid that we may stumble so we drive
Where we should walk
Our tongues sometimes to humble like unalive
When we should talk

We see the paint but unfocused the picture
Then want to critique
Thats like entering a bank wanting a loan to be delivered
But credentials weak

Skipping various portions of the alphabet
Vocabulary needing those discarded consonants
Skiing without caution then comes regrets
Like killing and leaving the evidence

Compliments on the mannequins fashion
Disregarding the behind the scenes action

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When I Was Young

       When I Was Young

When I was young
I walked 30 miles in the snow to school
With no feet or hands
I was nobody’s fool
We crawled about and lived on dirt and faith
Our only friend was Jesus
He gave us everything we needed
Work, turkey on Thanksgiving 
More work, death and taxes
What else could a person want?
You youngins don’t know how good you got it
When I was young 
And walked 50 miles in the snow
Or was it 30?....I don’t know….

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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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A Child

A child, 
a ball of dough,
must be raised to
achieve success.

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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

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Gooooooooood Morning CCcon neck tea cuttttttttttt!

Now, if only, they would cut the damn property tax!
Maybe, the elderly wouln’t have to loose their homes and move to Florida!
Maybe, a God fearin minority member could live here and own a piece of it?

Hello out there in WASP land..
say hey To the folks in Green witch!
Governor Jodi Rell our version of the wicked witch of the east
crossed with Mrs. Ward Cleaver
is out there pounding the proverbial pavement
looking to balance the ole budget AGAIN!

Hit the road Jack and don’t ya Come Back No Mo, No Mo, No Mo, No……..
say the local daughters of the D.A.R. and the Ladies of the  Eastern Star
to the rise of minorities in the local school …..

The Good Ole Nutmeg state has quite a mix 
hell just about anything goes here!
Land of the Free home of the Brave, 
you can even get a state certified Gay marriage
Robin Red breast ain’t our state bird for nothing
one of the first 3 states to protect the early bird getting the worm!

Yup Con neck tee cut is a fine place to live and grow trees
Y’all come up some time for a visit..
just don’t head for the shore cause you can’t get to it
Snob Zoning and All….

You can find just about anything you need 
here in the good ole Nutmeg state
(did you know you can get high on Nutmeg?)
have legal hallucinates will travel
so join the local nuts SOUPERS
and come for a visit
just don’t stay too long.

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The Mentally ILL

Mental Illness We are the last vestiage of the ostracized. We are the lepers of the moon who walk among the unforgiving innocent with luminous sores. We are hieratic stones that mark a trail to divinity, unaware of mediocrity. We are the nightmare and cuirass of your terminal souls. We are the delicate, immortelles flowers of creation's jewellery and dwell within the mouldering caverns of apocalyptic chaos. We reject gods because they reject our sacerdotal dominion over gods. We are the magical diseased who feed upon the blue-burn fire of stars. We are the watchers of the withered minds who try and quantify our grandiosity. We are pre-eminent progeny of parsimonius preternatural wombs. We are magmatic, quantum lepton neutrinos of sub-atomic galaxies where altruistic Eros regenerates the living force of life. We are the you in us and the us in you. We are infinite truth. We are!

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Scam of the Con Man

Who hasn’t heard of the Nigerian Letter or the Australian Lottery won?
So what about you’re kids in college… what for them is going on?

My son found a job posted on the University’s Nursing jobs bulletin Board.
Apparently several students applied to take care of an old man coming into town.
They were each approved separately, and then sent a check…
Plus a list of nursing supplies and a wheel chair they had to pay for and pick up.
Apparently, the place to work with had already been set up.
Once everything was paid for, they were ready for the job.

Instead all they got was their accounts cleaned out.
And the Nursing supplies were another part of the scam, my dear.
In the end the money they had was gone with everything saved from the student loans.

Now the problem was made and you know what? Guess who didn’t care?
The police, University, and bank said it happens all the time.
Of course they turned away saying it wasn’t their concern.
The bank told my son he owed $3400 more, even through he was the victim of the fraud.
The Banks fraud department yawned and said they wouldn’t look into what was done.
In fact, they were sending his accounts into collections to attack him even more.

Slough it off, and attack the victim, and of course none of them would do their work.
Mail fraud, money fraud, and con men involved… across state lines meant nothing at all.
Attacking the victim is not where the Banks, police, and university belong.
So let me tell you The States’ Attorney General is the next on the list.
The Attorney General and the Federal Government is where to go, my friend.
Don’t give up on the internet, there are help groups there, that abound.
Tell your children of the game… to keep them far away.

The bank wants my son’s next student loan money for collections on the debt…
And he will have to work full time at minimum wage to survive.
You might say everything at the moment… is truly upside down.
But we will fight unendingly… to straighten everyone out…

What a Christmas job deal breaker… and what a way to find out…

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Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...

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His wife and mother I would be

-His Wife and Mother I would Be-

I would love being a sheep like a mother
Whose thrust is for the betterment 
Of her husband and her children
Than being an arrogant goat of a wife
Who’d keep scolding and nagging at her spouse

I would rather be that humble and patient lady
In my husband house where he yells out and murmurs 
Than being a tough and thug wife and mother 
Who’s in every neighbor’s black book and bombshell.

I would rather be a virgin holding up with my stands
But if not corroborated and acceptable at home 
Would sacrifice it all 
For the sake of my love and my brood.
For there is nothing worth having and giving out for
Than a devoted husband, a family and a good home

I’d love being one of those wives who trade no word
With their men and who take them as to their hearts.
Would pierce not, greed not and humble all through my life
And would await that heavenly reward in the eternal life.


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Reverent Deity

God astounds me how generous he has been in my life,
I thank him for the many beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

A multiplex God who is beyond compare,
I appreciate the many conservation walks amongst an exquisite nature.

The materialistic blessings day and night,
That enhance our complex lives.

I am thankful for the good and kind neighbours,
That appear each day and evening.

My relatives that are sacred and beautiful,
The many kindnesses and love and care.

I pray that God is always with us,
That he keep us safe and healthy, day and night.

I thank him for the many talents that we are allowed to appreciate,
That we may become enhanced and accomplished.

Thankful for the excellent education through the years,
Blessed to have been a teacher, Jesus my favorite role model.

Blessed with God's majesty, a royal kingdom,
Modelling futures, reverent Deity.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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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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Unrealized Dreams

What crimes have I committed 
Who have I enslaved
The choices I make freely every day
Have I hurt you?
You live so far away
I owe you the clothing on my back
The shoes on my feet

While I walk through my pristine life
Your feet are bare
No education for your children
You work for pennies each day
Will you eat tonight
Will your dreams be realized?

It is easy for me 
I have freedom
Still I am a slave
A slave to my own desires
When will I have enough?
Will you ever be able to sew enough garments?
Am I your master?
I can not even master my own desires.
The more I see the more I want
I try not to think about the invisible hands
Your hands
Your unrealized dreams
I continue to live in my land of pretend
pretending my decisions make no difference
The corporations are at fault
you remain faceless
I remain oblivious
living my consumer dreams
my dream is your nightmare
you can't wake up
you continue to sew
rooms that are too small
the smell of sweat fills your nostrils
no sick days
position easily filled
You hold tightly to this lifeline
What choice do you have?
Can there be a fate worse than this?
Sadly the answer is yes

I sit here reading my own words
I stand guilty 
Not sure what to do
no longer ignorant of my crime
I hang my head in shame
who will pronounce my sentance
Will you be more merciful than I?

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Not Exaggerating

A new life it seems 
Has come my way
In the mountains 
And plains of Wy-o-ming

I look out of my window
And Antelope play
Go out to the kids place
Where the buffalo stay

The rain has been plenty
And the winds not still
If you call blowing
A 500 lb ol’ lady down a hill

I exaggerated a bit
But how would you know
You ain’t ever seed me
So I’ll just let it go.

From a big house 
With no spare room
I now live in a trailer
Just a little bit closer to all of my treasures

I’m trying to fit in and believe me
I say it with a grin
I’ll just give you an example 
My friends

At the Arena Football Game the other night
My son-in-law got bored
He took out his great big knife
While I watched them make a next score

Next thing I knew folks 
Folks were falling off of their seats
And when I turned around
The same thought hit me

He had cut if the bottoms off of two plastic beer bottles
And was holding them up to his eyes like a pair of goggles

And just about then 
All around started to sing 
Billy’s got his beer goggles on
Only his name is Fred but what the heck

You see him ‘n me gits ‘long great
Our only goal in life
Is to see which of us 
Can out do the other

I went garage saleing
With them the next day
And I bought two air conditioners
Per se

And when we arrived 
Back at my place
We stuffed one in my pickup
And the other in his truck

Remember I told you 
My house is quite small
It’s almost impossible
To walk in the door at all

It was late
And the wind and rain
Made installing them
Something for another day

I guess things can’t be too bad between us
Cause I gave him permission to use my lawn tractor
But dog gone sometimes he can be to nice
Making me feel like he’s my baby sitter

But the day he hollered, “Do you want your coke ‘n  cane”
Shirlee hollered back, “Fred, don’t use those two words so close together
The neighbors might hear 
And get the wrong impression”

So as the sun in the west
Shines in my eyes
I’ll close for now
And wish you all a good night
                                               Cile Beer

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To Not Believe, Is Not An Option

I believe in God.
I believe, because to not believe, is not an option.

I would rather believe in God throughout my life, 
then when I die, if there is nothing, I have lost nothing
and would never know.

If I lived my life never believing in God,
then when I died,
and God asks why I did not believe,
I have lost everything, 
and will know what I lost for eternity.

To not believe is not an option, only a gamble, 
a gamble whose odds produce an incalculable result;
the only guarantee, truth.

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And You Wonder Why I Am Not E-Mailing You part 2

I did as he said and got the word FAILED
I call back to the tech and naturally get another male
Again I try to tell this one my predicament
And he says, "That's what I do is hook you to the internet."
"You don't understand I don't have a phone line.."
"Oh they gave you to the wrong department. 
I'll get someone to help you 
Just hold on."
Forty-five minutes and two techs later
I was so mad I was bawling 
And begged to cancel my membership.
"Don't cry dear we'll get you connected yet."
"You can't" was my reply.
"Yes we can just be patient."
"You don't understand. Nobody would listen to me.
I don't have a wire from the phone jack to the computer.
Can you understand?"
"You don't?"
"No I've been telling you and the last three techs
You can't connect me because of that."
"Just get a wire and I'll get you connected to the internet."
"I don't have one
Or I would have hooked it up forty-five minutes ago. 
Just let me cancel 
I'm going to Kansas tomorrow.
"How long will you be gone?"
"Three weeks."
"Than I'll give you a free month."
"No!! Don't you hear me yet?"
"Alright I'll let you off," he said. 
And finally removed my name or so I though.
Until I get back to Kansas 
And walk into my bank.
"I'm glad to see you.  
Do you know anything about this?" 
And handed me A bill for $30.00 
For my so called canceled internet.
I then relayed the story 
But was unsure how 
They had sent it to me personally
Using my bank' address.
When I arrived in Casper
The first thing I did do
Was contact the unnamed internet
Probably somewhere near a zoo.
I don't have the internet
Much less a TV
It's kind of like living 
In another century.
But I always said I was born a century too late
Guess I'll just make do
And hope on my next trip to Kansas 
The stage isn't too late.

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And You Wonder Why I Am Not E-Mailing You part 1

Does the whole world need hearing aids
Or am I just that Dumb
I was trying to get hooked to the internet
But I was sure something was wrong
"I've got you signed up.
Now just hang up the phone
And redial the technicians
Just follow their instructions and you're on."
So I hang up the phone
Go to the computer room
And since it isn't wireless 
I check out the phone jack.
Whoa, something isn't right
There is no cord to the phone jack
And thus none to the computer
By heck.
I call up the tech and he says
"Don't worry about a thing
That's my job to connect you 
To the phone line."
"But" I try to say
"You don't understand I'm not connected to the phone line."
"That's my job," said he
"Just follow my directions and you will soon be."
"But I think I need help."
"That's why I'm here" said he
"I'll connect you if you 
Just follow my lead."
So I shut up and he walks me through the steps,
"Just hang up the phone 
And push START
And you will be on your very own."

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Man turned downside up

When we should have understanding we have ignorance,
When we should have selflessness we have greed,
When we should have pride we have persecution, 
When we should have union we have division, 
 When we should have brotherhood we have factions, 
When we should have education we have silence,
When we should have leadership we have hypocrisy,
When we should have reason we have confusion, 
When we should have civility we have bullying,
When we should have principles we have pinched morals,
When we should have duty we have legacy,
When we should have support we have rejection,
When we should have liberty we have tyranny,
When we should have peace we have war,
When we should have prosperity we have poverty,
When we should have democracy we have plutocracy,
When we should have transparency we have secrecy, 
When we should have truth we have lies,
When we should have ascent we have descent,
When we should have love we have hate,
When we should have humanity we have insanity, 
When we should have right we have wrong,
When we should prudence we have ego, 
When we should have friends and family we have neglection,
When we should have more we have less,
And when we should have less we have more, 
And when we should have kindness we have cruelty, 
And when we should have logic we have delusion,
When we should have ourselves we are someone else 
 When we have everything we have vanity, and stupidity  
 When we have no-thing we have wisdom and humility. 

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Water's long journey

 Interesting to learn that all the water on earth is all the water the earth has ever had.
That it takes thousands of years for water to complete its long journey.
It rises from the sea and lakes and ponds and rivers and puddles at the beckoning of the 
sun at the beginning of each day as morning mist.

 Many trillions of water molecules rising and uniting to form the clouds we see floating 
above us like so many strange air ships  in every shape and size beautiful and majestic 
in the sun light.
Some of the heaver clouds touch the mountain tops tearing open like the titanic hitting 
the ice burg only quietly and gently depositing cool refreshment for all that live below 
while still other ships of mist sail away on a sea of air hopefully to replenish some 
parched parcel of earth with the wet life giving bounty stored in their holds.
Still the other Man of War clouds heavy and black are moving fast with seemingly willful 
recklessness  and they crash and storm and deluge the already water laden land below 
bloating and roiling it to destruction.

When at last down into the earth the journey continues geologically slowly now as the 
water is filtered clean and once again travels on to the rivers then on to the lakes and 
seas a journey of several millennia repeating again and again refreshing all life on earth. 

The same water that has flowed over the world’s most majestic falls for eons of time.
The same water the dinosaurs drank.  The same water the giant trees drank up even 
before the dinosaurs.  The same water our first ancestors drank. 
Consider too that most of our body weight is water.  Apparently we are not as young as 
we may think.  

Drink up and enjoy that glass of whisky or wine or beer or coffee or milk or juice or just 
plain water secure in the knowledge that we truly are of the same stuff as the ancients. 

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Smart Little Johnny

It's a real story that happened in one school  
when a teacher appeared to be a complete fool. 
Once when a teacher of math was sick 
a teacher of physical education came, named Nick. 
He wanted to show how intelligent he is 
so he said: Solve my problem please! 
- The car moves at a high speed. 
To go to Spain a plane we need. 
How old am I if the plane now is high in the sky? 
- If to take all these tasks and mix  
we’ll get the result: You are twenty six. 
- Right you are Johnny! 
Your arms are scrawny but brain is brawny. 
How did you solve this problem so quick? 
For me it’s easier to break a brick. 
- Well, our neighbor being so sleazy is thirteen, 
and my mum says that he is a semi cretin. 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

For Francine Roberts contest "Humor Me"

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Wisdom for the Wise

One good story told to a child,

is better than a night at the movies.

Taking your son or daughter to a baseball game,

is a memory that will last a life time.

Spanking your child is better

than saying don't do that anymore or else.

Taking your family to Church on Sunday

is better than sleeping in.

Bible study each night is better

than spending it watching TV.

The old saying a family that prays together,

stays together,

keeps more family's together than a

trip to the mountains or lake.

Written 6-23-11

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Our search for divine inspiration

We seek divine inspiration
Impatient with our confirmation
Tainting our aspirations
Staining our conversations

Ruining our reputation
loathing our aggravation
Reaching but separation
Teaching ourselves frustration

Journeys without a port
Athletes without a sport
Mommy's with no support
Helpmeets but no cohort

Take breaths one at a time
Theres depth before a climb
Regrets easy to find
When patience is declined

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Small Gifts Big Gifts

            Small Gifts Big Gifts

Fear burns souls, hate burns lives, turns them into smoke 
Gold, silver, wealth, do nothing to extinguish these

Age and time take us by surprise
Strangers, like so many unknown, unseen, untouched flowers on a mountain side
Wither and die inside society, unseen, no sense of fragrances
All their beauty and their splendor gone in a mystery
Each person is like a snow flake, unique, no two alike

Love comes in a tiny box to put out fires of fear and hate
Given with compassion to a stranger can quench bad things 

Life is much more than just a dream
But I dream of this
To line up thousands of tiny boxes filled with love
Wrap each one in gold, silver paper with a tiny bow on top
Pass them out for happiness and the common good

Empathy is stronger than you know 
Big things come in small packages too
These boxes never empty

No money in the world can save a soul
Smiles come in small boxes for the forgotten 

So many people deserving of a gift
Instead of cookies we would give out wondrous things
Tiny boxes, wrapped in gold, red and silver with a bow
Inside a key to their new auto or perhaps a check
Money is the best gift ever 
Financial security is a girl or boys best friend

People close to wisdom already know
We should place the needy in new homes or mansions if they wished

A Learjet would be nice for me
With lessons for a pilot’s license to fly friends, family and strangers about
Germany for breakfast, France for lunch, than off to Egypt
Finding mummies together would be interesting
More strangers added to our gift list
More strangers means more fun to give

Small Gifts - Contributing to Other's Happiness- Poetry Contest

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Winged Lessons

Winged Lessons
            by Odin Roark

Sitting astride his backpack,
A roadside nomadic looked up from his book.
The sun oppressing,
The sand distressing,
The bird noise progressing.

“From where came your right
To straddle fence wire and incessantly complain
With pompous cawing at a resting traveler,
As if he didn’t belong?

Who made you judge and jury for speeding cars
Trying to avoid your missile-like whitewash
As they chase setting suns
And see me only as a roadside shadow?

What do you know of windblown highway ditches as nightly shelter,
Or roadside memorials of white-cross remembrances,
All kinds of lives suddenly stopped?

Rather than making all that commotion,
Wouldn’t you be better off listening a little more,
Enjoying the fluttering quiet of those beautiful black-opal wings,
As you swoop in on sign posts and rusted-out abandoned cars?

What’s with your nasty disposition, anyway?
And why aren’t you carrying on like the raven you are,
Instead of the your noisy lessor specie, the crow?

Oh never mind.
Just shove off.
Let me have some peace
While I work through Poe’s take on your gnarly purpose.
Better still, just shut up and listen.”

‘And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!’

“See what I mean…
Maybe this Poe fella is trying to explain
Neither one of us is gonna live forever,

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Sensless ( part two )

In all these triumphs and human attainments 
To overcome these realities of material boundaries and confinements 
Do we simply fill our lives with possessions and possessive capitalist greed
Is it just ego and the fear of death that governs our sense of individuality

Have not all of us been children, been fathers or mothers, siblings and friends
Do we not count the emotion of another as being equal to our own
Are we not each and everyone, all of us in this together
Or does this blood run a different colour

Or do we waste our potential for mankind’s united evolvement
To reach for the inspiring pinnacle of our spiritual development
Mutually joined in a harmony of trust to the betterment of our destiny

When do we celebrate the diversity of our sense to make sense of the senseless

And so we have lingered through the century’s victim to our own disease
In progress and with education our intelligence still limited in tribal ignorance
The mathematic, scientific and technological revolution providing no solution

Simply confounded by our own simplicity and basic needs
For food and warmth, for shelter and love, for the relief of boredom
Cavemen of the mundane and slaves to acquisition and our own entertainment
As we merely continue to continue

Such is as we are, the problem vis-à-vis the individual and the global
Knowing all to well what we could achieve if we could but realise our dreams
Doomed to a life which creates nothing but want
And a daily reminder of all the things that we can’t

While the cradle of the Earth sickens with our planetary abuse
Have we truly lost ourselves in the all about the money all the way of things
Have we signed our fate over to our own arrogance and blind stupidity

When then do we celebrate our diversity of sense to make sense of "our" senseless

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Traumatic Memories

You should feel ashamed.
What are you an idiot?
The woman is standing there with a baby crying in her arms.
The train is starting and stopping, rapid, erratic, uncaring.
Get the hell up and give this woman your seat!
God, you'd think that Tufts education would give you even a shred of common sense.

You should feel ashamed.
He is your blood.
You don't turn your back on him.
No matter what he says to you, take it lying down.
Like a doormat with too many footprints,
he'd stomp you into the ground so flat you'd barely qualify as human.

You should feel ashamed.
I am your elder and caretaker.
How DARE you be fresh with me!
There, now your shame is made manifest
in a handprint across your cheek.
Do not misbehave.

You should feel ashamed.
A sinful heartless monster.
She was just a little girl .  (i was just a little boy)
All for gratification.
God you make me sick.


(ok ok i get it.
 but i don't think i should feel ashamed.
 because shame is misdirected anger,
 and anger is another name for fear,
 none of which are even remotely loving)

(so i'll tell you what we're gonna do...
 you can all feel ashamed on my behalf.
 you carry the overwhelming guilt, the recorded evidence...
 i am a sinful heartless monster)

(just keep repeating that to yourselves over and over again,
 and leave me the hell alone.
 i'll be outside on a long overdue leisurely stroll.
 believe me, i could use a breath of fresh air)

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You & Me

Let the me in you
Let the you in me
Be at the very heart
Be the very heart
Of the us in you
Of the us in me.

Let the me in you
Let the you in me
Mate and melt down
To be the very one
To be the only one
They are meant to be.

Let love
Be the main road
Let love
Be the only road
Between you and me.

Let  love
Be the smoothest road
Let love
Be the straightest road
Between you & me.

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A Barren Antelope

____A Barren Antelope (Unedited)____

A barren antelope

Visits the world of the living

She is searching for the Messiah’s hands

To bless her womb with living

Kids, kids, everywhere, she

Wants to bear her own,

She wants to be a mother

And be called mother antelope

She cry and cry and cry over the Kilimanjaro

And Everest 

She weep across the Atlanta searching for

Messiah’s hands.

She want it, she want it

She want a good image

A bad image to be buried

To be buried and a good image to live on.


She wants a life to live

She wants a heart of her own

Who will help her out

Now that the rumour have

Spread that the Messiah 

Had gone…

Gone for life

To another life

Shadowy and deep

Yet to be know by Many.

Yet to be visit by all .

A berry paradise

A cherry light.

For: Worst poem contest
Sponsor by: PD

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The Extra-ordinary Professor

Quietly you gather your stuff, eagerly awaiting the bell
so you could do what you were born to

Quickly, you gather your thoughts
hoping you have selected the best method to unveil and dissect this poem

Wittily, you engage the class
and we could not help but laugh and participate in the controversial discussion

You with your charismatic personality have made learning easy.

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Sonnet to Society

Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation, 
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.

WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...

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Money Can't Buy Happiness

You lead a luxurious life, superior finance allows you to have a sense of grandiosity, people of a lower stature seem to fit the perfect mold for the term irrelevant,
like appendix,
but soon your wealth leads to vulnerability, standards become everything and the simple things in life no longer trigger your excitement,
so you begin to question your sobriety, maybe that is the answer,
little do you know dependency can be worse than cancer,
so you start off on the bottle, but that only provokes..
you to try something more potent, now your spending habits are more ubiquitous and basically you're poor..
but this all could have been avoided if you kept the attitude of the girl Next Door..

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Growing Pains

It’s come once again, a new phase of life; and though change is sometimes hard to 
Don’t worry, you’ll get settled in.
Then it will be time to move forward again; 
And you may pretend this task is simple to do.
Your fearful and excited simultaneously; along with a little melancholy.
But you have to prepare for GOD’s great new gifts; 
maybe peace or lesson that can’t be dismissed.
It’s all a part of your destiny, so settle with this formality.
Change your results because that’s your part to life’s test.
New with knowledge and an increasing faith, and know God’s waiting for you to 
take your place.
SOoooo…appreciate your growing pains and you’ll surely get an A.

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In the deep chair
I pile more books than I can read
within I search for answers
to end disquiet

studying words 
reassurance through repetition
I am strongly comforted
by the written wisdom of those
who suffered before me
had my joy
ended their lives
raised their children
lost their minds

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something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was

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The Criteria

As I grow like an unsure plant
I hope to become a giant Oak tree
It seems I do not control the moment
Some have been tramped by heavy forces

My friends have suddenly become tall
As I seek to reach them 
They failed to look and to pull up
Some fall down dirtily and fall forever

In education the best I thought would succeed
In education the worst I knew would fail
But the successful is now the Hustler.
The failure is now the millionaire.

I do not know what I am not
But I do know what I am
I have heard of the power of the spirit
To give, to deny, and to withdraw

This is what I have stuck to

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That I said -Yes I Do-

Just Because I Said I do

From her words I put out this,
Both in her words her wish is scoop:
“Whatever I do, this I, worth a note”
-She said she needs answers.
For nag I will not play the part,
But for proofs, I will play my part:
I will call you to order as your hobby,
Cos, two wrongs can never make a right.

This love, my lady, is all about understanding.
Though, you are pretty but lack comprehending-
You easily get abnormally obsess, and “let me help”,
You would totally ignore.
Another thing that baffles me about you,
Is the apathy in your pitch and words;
While I word pithy all through for you.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.

I pity, the why I write
Cos never my strength and personality
To talk behind your back.
A piece of advice to “I want love to remain”-
Reshape, rebrand, reflect, and revive.
For nag I won’t play the part
But for proofs, I’ll play my part.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.


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Eye Candy Sport

       Eye Candy Sport

Pretty young things fill the caverns of love
Spectators pay to see abortions live
Bets are placed.
Sparsely clad girls with signs march around the rink
Pink, innocent, candy like parades of flesh
On display for all to see
Freedom at play
Skeletons flee the closets
There are no secrets or places left to hide
Eye candy virgins walk the streets at night
As pretty as a picture with a knife

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Corn Syrup, Coffee, and Bread

Are we that addicted, compliance with corporate shuffle
Moves consensus across the board
Graveyard pageant on radio muffle

A persistent petulant stuffing with chips to dine
Casino house burning like Babylon 
As the Towers detonate again and again

The past frozen inside the future
It just turned over like flesh across the bed
From nightmares of padded walls and prison escape

Turn the dial, switch the nob
The station generates our relative earthquake
Cinders from numb evolution

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worst day of my life everyday as your guineau pig

a builder of houses
a societies centre pieces
day by day

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Super ego, ego and id'ism

The sub-conscious jugernaught,
And it’s defence mechanism, 
For so long your multi-faceted dimension we’ve fought,
So commonly known as super ego, ego and id’ism.

We can all be mean, jealous, envious,
Sometimes kind, caring and compassionate at best,
What we don’t like, we call social deviance,
I know all the me’s I can be, collectively we’ve got a chance,
Not much is known by the layman,
There’s a reason we feed from the tame hand,
Each one of us immensely powerful,
We need our vision back to make it's power null,
revealing, no cohesion, a fictional entity cull.

The mind unravels and absorbes the 'knowing' wealth,
letting go of the ego and in 'their' terms my mental health.

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The Lad And His Candy

Here comes a good  lad 
with his gentle and pure heart
who loves to eat a cotton candy
with no color but only pure white.

When he attempted  to take a bite  
His candy suddenly  flew up into the sky
Amazingly, it transformed  into cumulus clouds
The lad suddenly became an angel
So he flew and followed it up so high.

The angel and clouds are so white
They’re both trying  to make the world so bright
So with our hearts and minds
Purity and cleanliness must reign in our lives.

Oct. 15,2012.   9:30 PM 

          ((This is not for the contest)). I wrote this short poem  at the hotel  during the  camp for the 3 kids/boys who stayed with me in my room and fidgeted a lot . It had somehow calmed them down especially the most restless one, Term. I will change the title later because it's a short story.

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Cottage Futures

Dare I dream about a future cottage,
Where I live suits me well,
The beautiful tall trees and walkways,
There is a serene lake nearby,
Where you can view ducks and geese swimming past,
In the morning you can see the mist rise from the lake,
The sounds of nature are everywhere,
This is paradise to me for years,
To be thus blessed and thankful,
Days with nature and the outdoors through the years,
What pleasure and delight, at home with God's nature.
To return home and sit by the cafe window,
Savouring a delicious hot chocolate with cream,
My relatives guesting and sharing this paradise on special days,
God 's miraculous blessings come true,
Thankful appreciation to the Lord our God.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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A Different Perspective

Oh! How I loathe intellect,
because out of this inflexibility
logic is born;
and logic is the most bigoted of 
all one track minds.

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5 Minutes Challenge

Those pitiless days 're enough to puzzle the mind
A phenomenal gesture then 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 
And ready enough 
To poison the soup 
Meant for the entourage
Pitiful quill perhaps has taken over his weak wit


For Russell Sivey's "5 Minute Challenge"  

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If I Can Just Be...

If I can just spread my arms
and embrace my students
when they need help.
If I can just see all the things
that they do to remind
them with love.

If I can just protect them
from the fangs of danger
and be their hero.
If  I can just be the solution
to all weariness and cares
they encounter.

If  I can just read their minds
and know what they need,
what concerns them!
If  I can be a meaningful word
that encourages them
all the time.

If I can just be their dreams
that can be easily reached
and be fulfilled.
If I can just be their footsteps
that lead them always
to the right path.

If I can just be their conscience
that prevents them from doing
unacceptable things.
If I can just their tongue
that speaks rightfully
and uncorrupted.

If I can just be their cell phone
that sends love messages
rather than hate words.
If I can just be the  internet
that diverts bad desires
to an educative websites.

What else could be the effective tools
I can just be in order for them
to be better persons
each day?
I can just be their humble teacher
to pray for them earnestly,
to shield them all the time.
I can just be their prayers!

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There is a building down town in the MIDST  Of POVERTYVILLE called the
POCKET. The pocket is used to store supplies and house programs for the poor.
Open the POCKET DOOR. No need for proof. Of  IDENTIFICATION.
LET it be a source of Charitable DONATIONS FOR anyone 
In need.

Let the money SURGE.
AND screams of DELIGHT the impoverished plight.
EARMARKED  for the poor, PROVISIONS and PRIZES for

Grants in tow. Watch. BILLIONS POUR .
In actual WE NEED billions in capital  for  ANTI-POVERTY
Hear the people roar WE NEED MORE, OPEN THE POCKET DOOR!

The POCKET is a PROGRAM for ANYONE in need.
Money KNOWS not where it FALLS.  WITNESS all the poor
Let the POCKET have earmarks for poorly proforming  SCHOOLS.
The POCKET should be EXPANDED not discarded as trash.


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The Fighter

My hands are tied
My legs are wobbling
My eyes blood red because of what you’ve said
My heart beats rapidly
My emotions are muddled

You with your red tape and bureaucracy
Had stifled my dreams…
You punch me in the heart yet
You sit with your co-workers and laugh
‘Yes, we have put her in her place,’ you said.

I gathered my thoughts
How could I have been such a fool to think that you were cool with my frank personality and rejection of bureaucracy…

The fighter emerges and I had to hold back the urge to put you in YOUR place.
‘Dish cloth turn table cover, a victim of the system…’
I tried to hold back the tears but they flowed like the Jordan River
To think that all I wanted was to be given the SAME opportunity
As the Millers, the Minotts and to be finally considered among 
The Haves and not the Have-nots.

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Tribute To The Intellectual Pathfinder

Majored in Social Anthropology -
Healdtown a significant influence 
in his life .Not only was Mafeje an 
influential academic, he was a man 
of brilliance, intellect and insight.

His trials and tribulations were many. For example,
Archibald addressed a crowd which was ‘illegally gathered’,
and for that reason he was arrested.  He did not despair. 
A force in the fight against injustices and marginalisation.
A custodian of African heritage, awareness and identity.

A protector of the African identity, of African roots and rights;
Mafeje contributed to South Africa and its nationals. An ‘intellectual
pathfinder’ who played his role in enhancing  the people of Africa’s 
knowledge and self –worth. That which he bestowed, both on the scholarly
and political spheres  was no mean feat. He shone in both scholastic and 
insightful ways. A man of brilliance, intellect and insight. A focused pathfinder.

He laid the foundation for future African scholars embarking on a similar               path of study. He also raised the benchmark in his field of study. A fountain of 
knowledge and an author and researcher of repute.A focused pathfinder.

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Deaf eyes, blind ears.

Oh ill fated lamb,
How we cling to your image,
We all love innocence irresponsibly,
Hold the ignorant upon the celebrity pedestal,
Till too late we find the lamb horned.

The blackness has seeped into homes,
Taught that the light is what blinds,
Feeling sorry for the dead, while life is taken away,
Energy vampirism is rampant, tugging on every chord.

Most will not know the truth while here,
The truth, the blindingly obvious they fear,
Always falling on deaf ears, no one will hear,
I’ve come face to face with a cliff...its sheer.

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Trig Class

Check clock A white light burst expanding across the sheet Blue ruled lines blur to nothing Clear against the paper. I can’t see them, or the graphite symbols But I know they are there. I wrote them Another failed attempt at grasping attention. The professor’s voice cuts through the moment High pitched, harmonious Her accent harmonizing the mathematical enlightenment A series of statements strung together Punctuated by silences An expectation of some sort of outpouring of understanding. After a pause, she resumes Leaving another potential for exposure averted for now. The green marker fades against the white board It is also putting forth a minimal effort. The chapter and section offer a temporal landmark A quantifiable measurement of how far I am behind. Another pause Silence She gazes across the board A battlefield of green example problems and red functions Even she is confused by the carnage. A mathematical expression lays stunned But not dead Suddenly, a light flickers, shining from behind her eyes A moment of triumph. She resumes, renewed While I fade farther into the back Attempting to become one with the off beige wall. My mind is blank, almost clear So much so that I can feel the blood rush through my veins I try to trace a single cell through my body But I realize I don’t remember that much detail on the circulatory system. My adventure aborted, my gaze returns to the clock Check clock I am only interested in a line of pi, 180° As in 6:45pm Time to leave.

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Four Smart Kids

Four kids
Four smart kids
Never fell below 90% in tests
Impressing people daily
Teachers pinching themselves in disbelief
Winning spelling bees
Maths competitions
Those same four
Were offered to go to university early
But they lost the offer
To a rich family with
A stupid child.

High school
A place of heartbreakers
And Abuse
These four kids
Ran into a drug dealer
The dealer knew about their gift
So he got these kids high off weed 
claiming It was brain food
Another dealer sold them Vodka
Claiming it kept you going during
Long study periods

Before long
These four smart kids
Were just four dimwitted druggos
Smoking weed
Drinking cheap liquor
Twenty Four Hours
Seven days a week
These kids had potential
But it all washed away
Like a sandcastle on the beach
As the tide comes in
Good for nothing
But to end up like those dealers
Selling goods to smart kids
Like their former selves

Drugs destroyed these four kids
Don't let it destroy you

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Picture Frames

Picture Frames a poem

Children in families,
Grandmothers, mothers, fathers and grandchildren alike.

Memories, keepsakes found in pictures in Picture Frames.

Look at our Esha(Ayesha) she was 8 in this picture and here she is 10 years old in this other framed picture and;
She was 26 years of age in her most recent important picture taken at her community college graduation.

Ayesha will be 32 or 33 years old when she takes her Senior Portraits she’ll take them next year for her 4-year college commemoration. She will have a nice headshot in a white silk dress or a drape in Tower Yearbook along with her graduating class of 2014.

Our Esha the soon-to-be college graduate with so many memories of her childhood and difficult adolescent years.

Mom, step-dad Neil, grandmother, a few great-aunts and cousins on Esha’s mother’s side will be so happy for her.

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Once, love dreamed of,
I used to write her name
by mine, in hope she’d notice
Over and over, again, again, again.

She’d look with radiant smile
I’d do same
Would pass me by
Repeatedly, again, again, again.

Two doves we were,
both tender hearts so tame
Shy to speak
In dreams I’d call (your name) again, again, again.

So it came to be
There was no lover’s lane
As we lived our lives alone
Memories recalled – regrets, again, again, again.

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Just Because

Just Because

Just because we are trying to sell ourselves and poetry
Doesn't mean we have to do it for a profit. 
Tell me one famous poet who was trying to make a profit. 
Trying to make a profit becomes a pitfall, obstacle and 
Often removes our creativity and open mindedness. 
I am writing my poems to satisfy myself and 
Meet my own personal interests.  
There are over 30,000 people on and 
trying to and doing the same thing. 
They serve as an instigator and invigorator. 
Okay, so I read another's poem and say I can do better then that. 
Or, I read their poem and say that gives me an idea to write a poem about.             Or receive a supportive comment increasing and Encouraging my ambition. 
I will put this on and                                                                                                        To see what they have to say about it. 
I am reading and listenly closely. 
I mean listening. 
I have just created another word in the English Vocabulary. 
James Thomas Horn

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Useless Useless

April 14, 1865
A chilled southern wind
Lincoln's last hours
Our American Cousin...

John Wilkes Booth
born: May 10, 1838
Taurus the bull
claimed he had too great a soul
to die like a common criminal...

April 26, 1865
shot rang out
hands held above chest
tell mother I died for country
these hands, useless...useless..
~ ~ ~ ~

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Obama My King

When God makes a plan for a king
It is God’s plan not the King’s
When a king strays from true purpose 
As an unfavorable appendage growth 
Turning asunder God’s intended nature for rule 
Whereupon pompous self –gluttony bellows
Bellowing for greater power, for riches the more, or forever lasting glory
Doth not a King make unfavorable war with patriots of his sovereignty?
For as a King demands thou shall- when God said thou shalt not
What citizenry stands silent for such self-proclamations?
When the king’s words bare no desirable fruits 
How doth the Kingdom’s  subjects eat?
When only the influential- whose lips whisper directly into the King’s ear
Or only the Dukes and Earls with deep pockets afford the King’s favor
Doth the King’s jester make gayety the suffering of his common
And grow tiresome of the hunger’s plea , or  the widow’s need, 
Will not  the laymen’s  voice be heard above the ten percent?
As a King sets forth his intention but nay a one becomes reality
Doth not the people cry into their Lord God for a savior?
A new King!  
A better King! 
A righteous King for the people!
For this pompous  King has short number his days like morning dew on Mayflies’ wings
Now doth the citizenry gather at the King’s gate shouting!
We of November will remember!
And purge thee from thy thrown!

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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

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Which Temptation Did He Choose

Messages from my brain Fill the pages of my thought stream And if again I guess myself A renaissance, I'm over doubt What's better than loving life Can't bring me down without a knife Come to steal my happiness Take a slice I guess You obviously need it More than I do My flying form Is rare these days Too much of it I'm in the grave My dying art Is it appreciated? Does it matter It's my creation You don't think I'm rational Your just not being practical Enough to realize the realist I am For I can be you Without you ever knowing What does that mean Who is he really Another imperfection? His minds broken and silly Lie to yourself its better that way For I know the truth I'm in my hay day Which temptation Did he choose He surely sold his soul To the dark blues He's surely sinful Or so they say Did he go out in a flash Or fade away? Will his ghost Dangle chains He's just plain rotten Or so they say Only I'll know What god I've chosen I've had my moment Maybe I'm unowned You just owe Your life to faith Are you still alive If they take it away? Who's to say What's right and wrong It was just your perception All along You see the world Upside down And have worn that frown Now far too long Just for your curiousity Which choice did I make My fate? All of them together Because they make up me For better or for worse

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Reflection's of the soul.

The world is my mirror, it reflects
a man not yet made, so much
pain and suffering reside, it will not
change till I change inside, acknowledge
what I am, an inflated ego, in denial
of my true self, my sentient being
suffocated by lies, this is the reflection
I see, this is what is inside of me,
and little by little the ego crumbles
away and is buried by all of its
crutches unfulfilled, the reflection changes
with not one soul killed.

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Third Planet From The Sensible

Welcome to this world,
Greedy, hateful, and selfish
Full of false friendship,
Sans love, Sans morality,
Family values are humorous
Narcissism has become god
Consideration is a frailty
Bonds are born to be broken

Brothers adopt acquaintances
Mothers succumb to platitudes
Fathers are slaves of lecheries
Children are raised by the world
inheriting every corrupted rule,
None bereave the older days
Yet wonder about the present,
Animal instinct is now conventional

As we regress, all seem to suffer,
Yet pity is only a luxury of self
Mercy is an archaic word
Forgiveness is a fragile fairy-tale
Life as it was is a history book
Taught to be trivial knowledge,
Millions of worlds live on one planet
Trying to stay out of other's orbits

What happened to humanity?
When did we lose sight of soul?
Are we still man or back to beasts?
Who else asks these questions?
Why is the solution so simple
and the farthest answer from mind?
What planet has this become
and where did the earth drift? 

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On Being Turtle

           On Being Turtle

There are no more turtles on turtle beach
They are all dead
We can reach them by being turtle
Be hard outside
Build a shell then look inside
Push with inclinations to be soft and old
Feel sleep as only turtle’s sleep
Look nowhere else
Decline to answer any calls
Leave home and all behind
Become the turtle in his shell
Move in before the tide goes out

                            7/22/14 Contest entry - Free Verse Turtle contest

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It's simple

It's really simple people, 

When we love,



Eric (and sometimes not)

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Life is too short

Life is too short

I take look at my life
I could see the green pastures
Which are like garden of Eden
They are full of fruit
colorful fruit
I could see the oranges
mangoes and guavas
I could even smell
the sweet taste of aroma from nature
but I am not there physical
And life is too short
to achieve everything

But once at a time
some say bit by bit
some say steady but surely
what do i say my dear friend
because some people cant stand up strong
some people cant wait for long
while they have mission to complete
and life is too short

too short to achieve everything
What is our youth doing in our communities
ignoring politics while living under constitution
Instead of fighting technical fight
they are fighting physical fights
killing our innocent brothers
raping and robbing the women of our nation
these people have lost their humanity
I shall recall on our great heroes
who stood up and fought for our rights
yet they knew their limits
but they went far beyond their limits
because they knew that life is too short
to live under oppression 

By Siphelele Nsele

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You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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My Hero

Like a rainbow after a rain storm
You brighten up the world
Whenever I am down

Never gets sick of 
The many phone calls received
A very caring person

Indulged me in the wonders
Of the Spanish speaking culture
An excellent teacher in everything that is thrown at her

You are more than a cousin to me
You are one of my many sisters

If there was no you 
I would be missing a whole part of me


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Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.

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It's a Small Wacked World After All

Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from mo months of 
societal solutiservititude of  ages impressed. 
Finally, the the universaladity of our fauxphysical spirits melding
into one promiscus misspromise delegated by past powers 
at be to fulminate the sexual prose prowess that we hide
in the nether neath of neutral neuder nuisances hopefully negating
turn raging torrent treasures into mystical monument molecular
memories into never non nil complacent coiture of everpresent
For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge destitiute desires drearily soft
shifting free fall forever faked fawned populace pleasures deso
designated by an eager ego-stential ego everpresent freudian flaked frail
feverent list of lost lucid loveless latent ladies and gential guise gilded gentlemen to
go gender hide a post penal predisposition to passionate penetrations
for the sake of wifeful wishes and mistress missed moments of 
hideous hide and psuedo sexual seek preludes to the other side of a 
retro recreational ripe respite religiousness that alter  states the sociosick
sanctioned ****severence residue that fecal foments our current a----ffairs. 
The Weiner takes all is fair in love and warr-----anties;wishful texting. 
E X tendedness will costco create yr penalpussypoliticoplentypiousness. Third party poster plenititudes??? 
Fair and balanced banalaties beliguered by biased bigot blogosites. Get Real How?

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We Live Next Door

at night we sit upon the cold floor the children poor we live next door we learn to read and write from the refrigerator light that move upon the haunted floor but a quality education should be a right

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Roses are blue
Violets are red
You read this wrong
I know you did

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I hate the taste of alcohol
a squalid little drink
that twists the thoughts inside of you
and changes what you think

It takes away whats good in life
destroy's the growth of love
replacing it with bitterness 
it covers love in mud

its bitter innuendoes
it's thoughts provoking fears
With anger in the fights you share
your violence and your rage

the wholes within your budget
build room for lovers graves  
the cost of loving beer my friend
is suttle deep and strong

attacking home and family
to me my friend thats wrong
You blame your wife, your husband
your son, the friends you share

destroying life around you
with each and every year
yet still you keep on drinking
your liquid cruelty clear

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Punktuation and Speling

Mi Hart nos knot how to spel werds ore feelings
A contess ,eye cant wyn becuz eye kant  spel
Duz punktuation realee speek frum the Harte 
Wot i want too say, wot i whant two xspress
Mus bee spelted rite or knowwon nos wot i sey
If knot punctuated write , mi POEM iz lost

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Three Roles

Over stand these R the 3 characters we play
U can become aware begin changing & Evolving 2day
What will happen 2 U the sheep if U become aware
Will U awaken from slumber R will U freeze right there in fear
Which would U primarily become  If U R willing 2 evolve
What will happen 2 the present balance that exists
It is not Ur theory 2 solve
No 1 knows while tomorrow is becoming 2day
Nothing will stop it as it continues on its way
This is a warning 2 the herdsman & the wolf
& a wakeup call 2 the sheep
Stop counting with the rest of the flock & awaken before
U’re consumed 4 Ur meat
Consuming U Sheep
2 sustain others is a must
But 4 U Sheep it is Bleak
While 4 a wolf it is a thrilling nourishing rush
There R sheep herdsmen & wolves
All of whom have a part to play
Sheep R often scared when frightened frozen
like an ice statue they stay
They R all devoured consumed & appreciated
the herdsman wants 2 protect the flock from other herdsmen
& wolves
sheep R for warmth & breeding & making tasty foods
Nothing is evil here
This is the cycle by design
Wolves like herdsmen know the cycle & consume at opportune times
The wolves & herdsmen survive because they shape shift in
& out of character role
Exploiting what they know 4 a constant change 2 their
advantage 2 unfold
Sheep R simply live stock a basic commodity
these R the 3 roles learn them adapt & evolve when ready
In this life there is a planet of sheep
Only mountains of herdsmen
& yet oceans of wolves lurking in packs who usually R alone
when they attack
Shape shifting Morphing roles evolving means becoming
When the truth is exposed 2 U
It is never clear
What R if transformation will take place
A herdsman is wiser & calmer
But herdsmen kill each other 2
Over physical property both territory & flock R
revolving issues
Wolves are wild & untamed with penetrating fangs
Rogue & clinching 2 cloak in the foliage of rocks & vegetation
the herdsman will
destroy the wolf if presented that situation
sometimes they shape shift and take part in a slaughterhouse calamity
But they rarely morph into sheep unless studying another
herdsman’s rambling
Having your hair cut off is 1 thing
But by design sheep R for consuming.
All days for all living R numbered
still the sheep R docile followers who slumber
Choose 2
& shape shift 4 Ur advance
Know the 3 characters we all play
Before Ur end while U still have a chance
2 become AWARE Enlightened
& finally awakened 2 the 3 roles

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Scholarly Ambitions

College educations certainly aren't readily available to all.
Some are totally awed by exorbitant tuition expense.
Boys and girls of good intenions must apply
for available scholarships as soon as possible,
expecting to adhere to academic rules
and demanding of themseves only best efforts.
Starting as freshmen in highschool, ambitious students
aim for a scholarship of worth as part of their educational future.
Every teacher, in knowledge of the enormous price of good educations
will acquaint her adolescent pupils of current opportunities.
Parents, eager to assist their adolescent children,
add sacrifice of self and treasury assets.
Combined efforts keep our future as bright as past  attainments.

Written for David's contest

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Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

I am a monster and a lover,
just flip that coin,
see what fate bring you,
if your game.

As a lover, 
I can be you best friend,
share stories, help you out,
someone to lean on.
As a lover I am nice, kind, 
humble and warm,
I'd shelter you from any storm.
as a lover......

The monster you don't want to know,
he will hunt you to the end of the earth,
hurt you in the most painfulness ways,
any way he can,
He'll kick you when your down,
he laughs at your pain.
his purpose is to make you suffer, 
The Monster.....

Dr Jekyll and Mr.Hyde mentality,
exists with in us all,
everyone has a breaking point,
where they would do things they wouldn't normally do.
There is a very thin thread,
when it comes to changing personalities,
you may want to deny this,
but in me I have seen.

I've seen me at my best,
I've seen me at my worst,
I can identify my triggers,
I am under control.
I know myself well enough to say,
if something traumatic ever happened to my children,
the monster will be released,
and I pity the fool that messes with them.

To me Dr Jekyll represents conscious thought,
keeping things calm and steady,
finding logical answers to problems,
Mr.Hyde represents uncontrolled rage,
untamed wrath,
only purpose is to hurt,
and cause pain.

I am Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde.

Contest:	Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde - yasmin khan

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The Swarming Bees

The angry bees or the mild
Grew together in the hive in the house next to the tree
Although couldn't understand as a child
That any of bees would hurt me

Those bees mating and taken to flight
Would cover and sting anyone in sight
Where we all alike hit the dirt lying low
Not wanting those bees to sting us that day

Now fifty-seven years later remembering you
You who was a hero to me that way

The orchard probably is not longer there
Wonder if those bee hives' boxes still sit
Next to the house at the edge of orchard
Or did those bees go back into the side
The side of the house through that tiny hole
Back to their hive and family

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Blind Justice

They say we are free
yet the laws are governed by hypocrisy
doctrines by decree
dictating to you and me

Justice is blind 
and the gavel comes down
hidden in plain sight is 
the criminal justice system

such a fine line
policy and law designed to protect you
that's what they have you believe
Stand knell plea bargain deal

The lies of our military
and the contempt of our president
by the swipe of a pen high jacked into ruin

computers media money and threats
Hypocrites that contradict
spoken words without meaning
Do as I say and not as you want

Bewildered are its people
speechless on both grounds
he says we'll get these terrorists
standing smug and proud

Staunch believer my way is the only way
Violates USA treaty
Destabilizes our economy
inflates the pump

world leaders taking a stance
the arms race again taking face
3rd world leaders are painted evil
hidden agendas and secret court rulings

Political arrogance
the image they portray
using the illusion of media 
to trick and sway
to gain your trust, to make you believe
in their ideology
They speak of change 
they want to work for you and me

so they go on tour to raise money to preach
to visit a state they analyze a sheet
it shows favorbility places they dont call you a liar, slut or a cheat
but in the end your vote doesn't count 
a judge ruled it he signed it into law
King George lives again today
holding in his hand a dagger behind his back
I'll kill all those that get in my way.
I am the Sovereign rule I am the Sovereign law. 

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Ode to H.W. Longfellow

In his chest, his heart to bare.
All the pain and sorrow there.
Fire! Fire!  Everywhere!
Screaming! Crying! In despair.
Vailiantly dashing the flames he chased.
The fire melting his loves life, cotton and lace.
Scars to hide, upon his face. 
Still Henrys quill went on to trace
"The Cross of Snow", a sweet sweet lay.
Of the wife he lost on that sad day. 
His thoughts of Fanny would harken him.
And is now at rest, with his mighty pen.......

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The first step to gaining knowledge is to 
recognize one's own ignorance
to take a stance against stupidity
even if it means standing alone.
The second step to gaining knowledge is 
to inhale
a whirlwind of knowledge and exhale 
to fly on the winds of wisdom.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven aka The 
Green Poet

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Shadow Attention Stalking

A claim from me of your shadow is the attention of my own, and when you point to mine as well we then become the same. Should this then be justified, to move our selves to this? I will say yes if through it we quell the line of intent those forms expel. Does quell then lead us as if we've moved? at last transparent in sight and in mood? with memory to move by what attentions grasp, and already again we start to maintain a past. See, there is more to the abstract then memory or sex, or leading attention to forms of the next. Or even the lines which bring form to the scape for the witness towards constructs of worlds where we meet. It's more then our knowing of your memory and leadings, and far more then the affect put forth from proceedings. or the memory of action of you within another... already abstracted, and unknown still abstracting. There is more to the abstract then sound, memory, movement or sex... or even the act of bringing our attention to the next. Merge with me, least we still become these shadows.

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The Lynchings on Fox News

I’ve seen black sheep set in Pongola grass

Within pallid seas, differed, 

Like black buttons on a white cotton suit;

Sheep are color blind.

A bee is fine-looking,

But there’s fire in its ass.

Can the wild goat trust

The adder with inviting pelt?

Did Emmitt Till paint changes

With his blood in cotton picking towns;

The blood that called from Mississippi, 

Like Abel’s blood calling from the ground.

Death had a voice, a voice in the wind,

The wind that walked north-west

And brought a microscope

For John Public to see

How inferior to dogs we are.

As a child, I played


Until I saw “Rosewood”

And heard the drums

Beaten like Rodney King, 

And the heartbeat of Cojoe

And Nanny racing

Towards the mountain of the devil,

To escape the cotton fields.

The drums are always talking.

The old south is alive and kicking high.

This is no Elvis tale. Exhume the body,

See with your own eyeballs.

No DNA can confirm

That Jim Crow is dead.

Jim Crow has a roost on Fox News.

He’s always crowing,

Whipped up by the “boy”

In the WHITE house.

How much can you see

If you look from the outside?

I’ve seen it even in REM sleep,

Even when I dream of roasted breadfruit,

Jockato in coconut milk, and Chinese geisha;

Willie Lynch is a man breathing

The smog-filled air in Washington.

In 1955, Money was the root of the evil,

And ’68 Memphis was the cross 

Of the sacrificial lamb,

But these days men are lynched

In broad day light.

String up, dangling

Like papa's khakis  floating

In breeze walking the orange glen.

All eyes should see our opinion of them.

Today we’re civilize, 

And Catholicism is not voodoo.

We no longer use rope,

Our tongues do a fine job.

Like Mutabaruka,

I have no color problem;

Everything is black to me,

As black as Sarah’s view of the motherland

(It’s not too vital for her to learn).

If blue skies

Cried acid,

And wash the dark color

From this portrait,

I would still be black,

As black as tar.

It’s in my blood. 


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The Day Of Miracles

Today was a day of miracles,
Struggles that are reconciled,
A place to call home again,
God's beautiful blessings,
Friendship, the liason with understanding,
A reprimand of the supernatural,
Difficult passages for a senior,
A restored normal kingdom,
Beautiful rapport with retirement,
Days and nights of blessings,
God's guidance and thankfulness.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Deoxyribonucleic acid is a word,
as large as the influence it casts upon the Earth.
More precisely, it fits nicely, as an acid, based,
in creatures big and small, it is the blueprint, how they're made.

The RNA is information carried in your genes,
it's found within the DNA that makes up you and me.
A Double Helix is the name of the shapely pattern,
that DNA will tend to make, it resembles a ladder.
The lines on the outside are two and are a crucial glue,
to hold the sides Nucleotides, a sugar phosphate group.
To each of these there are attached a molecule, you see,
Adenine, Thymine, Guanine, Cytosine, 

Every part of you is made of cells you cannot see,
you could say the DNA is like a recipe.
This double helix ladder can easily unwind,
and wind again, it happens every time a cell divides.
Inside a cell, the DNA strands wrap up real close,
and organize into an x, behold, the chromosome!

Eukaryotic organisms like animals and plants,
use the nucleus of cells to store these precious strands.
-Of course there are so many places DNA is found,
Prokaryotes, like bacteria, spread it all around! 
RNA is like a copy of a given strand,
and essential for an organism to expand. 
In order to expand, the cells will have to split in two,
and once they do, the one that's old will be the same as new.
To achieve this feat a DNA strand must have proteins,
different binds of different kinds can all effect the coding.

DNA has shaped the way all life has evolved,
it is the blueprint, how we're made, creatures big and small.
Deoxyribonucleic acid is a word,
as large as the influence it casts upon the Earth.
It made me what I am, and it made you be you,
now show DNA what YOU'RE made of,
and that you have some big plans to!

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Your Love is Like Nitric Acid ...

The Metal plunged into the nitric 
acid mix releases  yellow fumes.

Heavy workman's gloves.

The acid splattering onto the skin
 burns leaving yellow stains.

Apply water.

The image now etched into the metal 
bubbles where the image is left raw.


Gas mask and eye goggles.

How do you know how long to leave
the metal plate in the acid?


Deep etches left in longer, 
create  deeper grooves.

Your Love is like nitric acid
Eating away at my heart.

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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 


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The Irony of Democracy

She's sleeping now as I watch 
her; angelic, innocent—most 
How do I tell her? It's become a 
type of obsession.
How do I tell her? My nights are 
spent rearranging phrases; 
hoping for a turn of events.
How do I look her in the eyes 
and explain what freedom 
means in our country?
"I'm sorry love," I sing to her 
while she rests, “for bringing 
you into the world already at the 
And she will grow, stretch like 
the limbs of the great sequoias.
Her classes will be filled with 
dreams and motivations. Reach 
for the stars; you can achieve 
anything, just warped, candy-
coated reflections of the 
diminishing American Dream.
And when she grows she will 
detest me—if only momentarily
—for my lack of social standing.
"Why does life have to be so 
hard?" she will cry, her teenage 
feet will stomp with more force 
than they did as a child, and the 
cheap clothes dressing her 
ever-changing body will be 
nothing more than a reminder. 
They will be nothing more than 
a suffocating cage of fabric.
How do I tell her, I slaved to 
climb the executive ladder, and 
failed to get any higher?
"I'm so sorry; love, for not 
representing the nation's elites, 
but falling into the poverty of the 
masses." I will whisper in 
response to her distress.
I tried! I wanted to give you a 
decent life; I wanted to give you 
a head start for achievement!
The drive to succeed for her is 
almost unbearable.
She's sleeping now as I watch 
her; she only recently learned 
how to walk.
Still, my nights are spent 
stringing the thoughts and 
words together; wishing our 
lives were better; wishing that I 
could shield her.
Soon, she will learn how small 
her voice sounds in comparison 
with the screams of the nation.
How do I tell her?
I kiss her forehead, and tuck her 

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Spread life without rest from cradle to something heavenly

I fight often with forces of my own mental creation
So daily I practice social isolation
Get away from the action

Sharpen my reactions with personal meditation
These footholds build traction for the next generation

Build from family gratification

Unwillingly chosen to lead Knowingly destined to bleed
I still shall not weaze or let ground touch knees

Be the root of the trees

The creator above shall be pleased for I shall plant undrownable seeds
That shall sprout uncountable leaves which forever will feed

Selflessly give what they need

I quite consistenly believe 
if you could squeeze 
Substanence from these words like sap from trees
It would be much more refreshing when we breath

Spread life without rest from cradle to something heavenly 

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You can not regain lost time
for it is spent
forever gone
The moment to hesitate is through
No way to turn those hands back
Retreat return – no, never
Seconds tick by
onwardly marching
For time it stops for no one

And yet the future
now is time 
for change
for remembering
for recollecting
effecting what may be
doing things for the now
living life with no regrets
move on 
for life time is precious

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Red planet in the dark, 
Iron Oxide lights your spark.
In search of great, there is not much greater,
then the planet of valleys, deserts and craters.
Spots of white look not unlike snow,
but, in fact, are storms and cyclones.
A surface scarred and cut by time,
holds a soil of Alkaline.

Cold and quite, howling wind,
Carbon Dioxide is what you'd breathe in.
Plains and highlands vast and smooth,
contrast craters the size of moons.
simply a face made flaccid,
beaten, meteor impacted.
Storms of dust bellow and swoon,
traveling to an unwritten tune.
An Argon sword, atmosphere built,
with carbon dioxide playing the hilt.

A Terra of martain Magnesium mass,
is it Basalt, or Silica glass?
Avalanches slope with a streak,
with weak gravity and slide to a heap.
Gullys carved from water of old,
lines can be seen where a sea met a coast.
Surveying mars is a difficult task,
about half of the time there are failed spacecrafts.
But despite all that, we now have a team,
of rovers exploring since 2003!
They have seen much of Mars, as far as can go,
though the poles are of ice, and the weather is cold.
But still, we have maps, and data and more,
we've explored the red planet like never before!

Peroxides and oxides provide color schemes,
it's possible life had seen what we've seen,
it's possible mars might invite human beings,
because anything's possible, when you have a dream.

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In the hood

Wanna know what's in here?
Look, it's simple as life.

In the hood, 
Is like
Starting and
Standing solitary-
Alone there,
Is of no good.

But, if really
You desire
Things, healthy
And more yielding;
Then you
Should start
Seeing strength
In your weaknesses. 

And learning to adapt,
If have started;
Be consistent
In your actions.

Then look, and
Rise beyond,
What minds could imagine,
In the hood. 

(c) 2013.

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You, clear and clean water of
Pure thought of our unadulterated 
Devoted instrument of divine

Born with us you were,
In our early years 
Every step of ours you
Tenderly attended,
The road of virtue
Advising us to take


Little by little, 
As years passed by, 
The path of honesty we lost 
From our sight 
You, Oh innocence, 
Slowly but persistently
Were chased away,

Without you, our hearts 
A desolate place has 
Grown to be,
An unbearable desert 
Of regret,
A drop of your virtuous dew, 
Upon our sinfull lips we 
Pray to fall, 
Children to become 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 February 2013

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Oh dear Lord
Who is this person who does not know? 
Chooses not, to learn of the world,
And expand their knowledge of all Your things beautiful. 
Are they not but a waste of body? 
If they choose not to learn of all Your creations,
And to walk in Your world with eyes shut to further education of Your structures,
Do You not cry in confusion,
And regret free will?

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sugar cube tree

sugar cube tree...

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Dont Lose the Fight

When the road of life seems to be thorny and rough,

When the darkness of the path seems to be endless and tough,

Don’t lose the fight.

When love ones and friends seem to be ungrateful and unkind,

When their hearts seem to be uncaring and their notions seem to be

misunderstanding yours,

Don’t lose the fight.

When the shadow of hope and the blanket of weariness abound,

When the drop of happiness seems to be pouring the lake of loneliness,

Don’t lose the fight!

When the grief of tears seems to be shedding with hopelessness,

When the deafening and outburst of your weeping seem to be unheard,

Don’t lose the fight!

When problems and trials seem to be the overflowing river,

When the ocean of solutions to your cares seems to be a desert of drought,

Don’t lose the fight!

When the flock of your neighbors turn you down,

When the deepest part of heart seems to be pierced with the knife of ridicule

and punctured by unfair judgment and heartless words,

Don’t you ever lose the fight!

When everybody is out there yet nobody seems to be there for you,

When you need someone to lean on yet a couch of stones and a slippery wall of uncertainty

seem to be offered to you,

Don’t damn yourself and lose the fight!

God says, “Hang on my child to the thread of hope!’

“I am the light to your winding road,

I am your Mighty Protector,

I am your FOREVER bliss,

I am your SOMEBODY standing by!”

Don’t Lose The Fight.

My humble servant,

I am just behind your fight!

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Croaking,my song

Deep in to the woods by spring
my quest by daybreak for croaking, 
frog croaking, nature enthusiast‘s song,
hit upon by the fag end, a puddle,
frogs, a few in high spirits hopping,
something took the winds out of my sails!
whopping snake, old inactive by water,
these frogs take the snake a worm,
took me back to an old proverb:
when the snakes get old, 
the frogs get him by the balls!
laughing I too tried some croaking! 
great nap my song all around!

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Nobody Likes A Know It All Part 4 of 4

Humans Live For Adventure & Mystery
That's Why GOD Keeps Some Things Under Lock & Key
(Eccl. 3: 10, 11)
So, We'd Search & Seek & Survey & See
& Either Answer, 'At Last!' ... or Say, 'Enlighten Me' ...

 and GOD Will Have Wonders To Show
... I Know What I Know

I've Picked My Course - Prepared My Brain ...
Into A Station of Connections & Synapse, Super-Train
I've Made My Mind Open-Up & Carefully Chose
A University Where Knowledge, Flourishes & Flows
And For The Letters That Represent A High I. Q.
 I Love Alpha & Omega & Phi Beta Kappa's  Ok-2

Its A Great Privilege of Being A Pro ...
... 'Cause I Know What I Know

I've Lived, I've Listened, I've Labored, I've Learned
I've Been A Student ... Yes, Knowledge - I've Earned
I've Longed, I've Loved, I've Libraried & Looked
I've Been An Acolyte ... of  The Greatest Book!

and Something In Its Pages, Bestows ...
... What I Know ... So I Know

Yet No One Down Here Is Really A Know-It-All
No One On Earth Knows Everything, Because
Every Human Being Is Ignorant of Something ...
At Sometime; Of Someplace; In Some-Way; or Some String
That Could Attach To The Rope That Elevates Our Minds
That Makes Us Climb Harder & Higher To Find - Wise Signs

King Solomon Was Once The Wisest Man
GOD Gave Him Insight To Understand
Solomon Said, "Everything Is Vanity" ... All Our Plans
So Enjoy Living - But Be The Best We Can

So Our Buying, Our Building & Even Our Escrow
... Adds To Our Vanity, I Know

Yeah, Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
or Even If You Know Just A Lot
Even The Bible Tells Us To
 Tone It Down ... Or Stop
(Prov. 9: 7, 8 / Matt. 7: 6)

'Cause Hearing Something That You Don't Want To Know
May Feel Like A Banged Elbow or A Bumped Toe
And I'll Respect Your Wishes, If You Say No!
... But Still, I Know What I Know

So, If I Sound Like A Raven or A Bold Crow
or An Owl At Night, Whose Eyes Brightly-Glow
Sitting On A Limb or The School-Bus Below ...
... I Know What I Know

(Acts 26: 24, 25)
(  ... You're going mad - MoonBee!  Mad!
Great Learning is 'driving' you mad! )
yuk-yuk - he-he-he ....

    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/20/2013 
     by:  MoonBee Canady

(Part 4 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of  addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way.  So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee

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What Is Courage

Courage is knowing what you stand for
It's discovering yourself and choosing a path to follow
Courage is standing for what is right when everyone is going for what is wrong
Courage is being responsible of ones actions
It's plying a road no other person can follow
It's choosing to be different
Courage is saying no when everyone is saying yes
And saying yes when everyone is saying no
It's independent of your views
Standing amidst a crowd
Reflective wisdom
Perhaps we might only get it when we seek of it
Listen to your hearts
Follow it's lead
Re-invent yourself
Acknowledge your path
See the light beyond the distant shore
Focus on the prize
Accept responsibilities
Stand for what is right even if it kills you

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Pulling the Buffalo

Early morning the farmer 
pulls the buffalo to the rice field.
Before sunset the farmer
pulls the buffalo back home.

Day in day out, 
the buffalo learned to follow
the owner.
In the end the buffalo 
became the good follower.

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Bang A Gong

Who the hell rings bells anymore
whether in a Capitalist society, a Theocracy, an Oligarchy,
or a Dictatorship

	the DING has sure been taken out of the
	rama dama ding dong

No ones home, the juries out
	G-d is dead?
	Shell, Chevron and Texaco
	have reduced the life expectancy of people in the Niger delta
		to 50 years ......

The Oil companies are fracking the hell
out of the water table ....from here to Canada and back
and guess what..then they can up the price of 
BOTH oil and FRESH? water??

Who are the bell ringers [Ask Jessica Ernst how the water is in her well?]
	Where are the bell ringers [hmmm, Canada?]
		[Strangled in the nooses of corrupt governments]

DO say! Do doubt! Do think....

Take a whistle blower home for dinner!

Blinded by the stars [lulled into limbo by Flamingo dancers]
	 living vicariously ..voyeurs
		peeping through the key holes of arse-holes
Pull yourselves UP..OUT, declare COMMIT
	re-remember what it means 
	to have YOUR WORD mean something
		re-remember what it means to be a friend.

Free yourself, for no one else will.
Fallacies RING true to the disempowered
	there DONGs removed, their clappers plucked

Sex, drugs and Rock and Roll was the mantra
of MY age, and HELL NO I WON'T GO
	our calling card.

*Thank you to my muse and friend Rueben O.
for inciting this ancient ding-dong :) 
Please read his excellent write [Didn't Don't]

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Blatant Truth

Nothing happens for a reason
There are just reasons why things happen

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Teddy Bear - Strange Love

Teddy Bear - Strange Love 

Our new neighbors have guns and drugs
They call me Teddy
Silly! toy is Teddy…. Teddy Bear
They must be crazy
I love my little bear
We’re happy happy happy skipping down the street!
One day the neighbor guy took my teddy
Threw him in the air
Like a taxidermist dream
I screamed, “Teddy can’t fly leave him be!” 
The bad man zeroed in on Teddy 
With an AK-47 in hand
And blew my friend away.
The tiny head flew off
Stuffing everywhere
Oh Daddy come quick!
I think my teddy is sick!

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These steep hills are part of me
Where I learned to ride a bike
And gazed over the industrial haze
And ice-dammed the steep melting  streets
So the toy boat couldn’t
Drift out of control downslope.

Now,  like snow  in  June  -
Uninvited, unwelcome, unmanageable,
Smothering crocuses and new flowers of spring  -
A cold draught from
A half-opened door into this cosy room, 
They burst like unwelcome guests
Into my dreams
Into my life of wine and cheese
And curtly demand fish and chips.

My inner party abruptly
Gate-crashed by Gateshead,  my
Self-congratulatory speeches
Interrupted by raucous Geordie noise
From familial, understood, known,
Predictable, and  long-forgotten 
Relatives who turn up of a sudden
At a wedding and old fights reawaken;
Familiar like a cousin
Not always pleasant and warmed.

Steep hills and sudden
Gouged by ice, and water-formed - 
This is no  civilized landscape gentle
With  demesne and orchard
And sun-kissed downland mantle;
It is the terrain of warfare,
Of Northumbrian tearing at Scot
Of Hadrian walling off the terrifying Pict,
Where the sea is held by Marsden’s cliffed form
And Cullercoats huddles in fear of a storm where
All my hull of well-rounded vowels comes adrift gaping,
And  the keel of my flat northern burr is exposed;

And the long years of barnacle scraping
Have left only a superficial gloss of paint there.
The steep hills of Tyneside,
Green but not the hills of home :
Uninvited they come,  like guests gate-crashing,
Spoiling the illusion of civilization
Overpainted onto  a  canvas
Woven in Gateshead from the strings
Of Hood Haggie’s ropeworks.

Recently I have noticed that distant memories of childhood tend to return inexplicably, and unwanted. I hated that dismal town, yet I have long realized that the gloss of education and travel of a lifetime does little to disturb my established character,  largely formed from that town’s environment.

Gateshead = large dismal industrial town in the Tyneside region of  northern England.
'Geordie' =  anyone/anything from Tyneside.
Northumbria = an  ancient kingdom in that region, frequently at war with Scotland.
Roman emperor Hadrian built a wall across England to keep out the Picts, 117 AD.
Marsden = a seacoast district near Gateshead  with 200 foot cliffs. 
Cullercoats = fishing village on the coast near Marsden.
Hood Haggie’s  = a one-time very important rope industry in Gateshead 

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Godly teaching inspiration in the iY generation

It is so hard in this day and age of blurred lines, wrecking balls and falling trees  to challenge students to see the right side of things,
The way Jesus made others see.  
He who is without sin throws the first stone,  
Two people who owe a debt are forgiven  
Which one is more grateful? 
The one owed the small debt or the large debt? 
Side note, math word problems have always baffled me and even though I read through this parable to find the answer, I am still confused, but I showed my work so that counts for something right?  
Jesus’ parables are such a great outline on how to present something to this x or z or gf, btw generation. 
If we post it on twitter they might just retweet it and believe it.  
Btw when you label someone they will begin to act in the way that they have been labeled.  
If we aren't getting kids to smell what Dr. O is cooking aka blowing up, then it is our fault.  
Jesus was able to take the most difficult people of his day and get them to see what was up! 
But you say he had God on his side, so do we*Romans 8:31 
But he was the son of God, we are also the children of God* Galatians 3:26-27 
Feel free to chime in with excuses; we can post those on twitter too, #lame.  
Sure we are going to get played more than FIFA 14 and Flappy Bird.  
But it’s like they say in Baseball and softball, it only takes one.  
And for us it is that one sheep we are responsible for* Luke 15:1-7 
Your sheep may be bigger than others, but the Lord has placed that sheep in your flock for a reason.  
We are empowered by a God that split the Red Sea, 
Saved people from fire 
Had the courage to sacrifice his only Son for our salvation 
So grab your canes aka iPads and do better than meeting the black eyed peas halfway.  
Go get you a Sheep!!

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joy of written word

joy of written word 

Here comes the festival again
‘For the joy of written word’
There comes a time when 
My excitement is limitless
Like the little children I bloom
Noting sweet than a book I see
Nothing joyous that words I read
Here comes the festival again
‘For the joy of written word’
The world of books & words
The festival of writers & words
In the cultural capital it comes
I prepare like the joys of Eids 
Make list, spreading the news 
Along with the friends i prepare 
New faces to meet, new books 
Authors, poets & writers 
Young and old to meet
New cultures to discover, 
New words to learn
A festival unlike in red deserts
A festival of million books
A festival of billion thoughts
Beating in my heart with joy
Here comes the festival again
‘For the joy of written word’

Dedicate to Sharjah International Book Fair - 2011 #SWBF
This trade show is held in Expo Centre Sharjah during 16 Nov 2011 to 26 Nov 2011

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Children of Market Gods

Children of Market Gods

Oh the sherbet of my youth
To climb trees
And run from bees
To bathe in playful streams
To dress up and be the prince of my dreams

I was captain hook
Marvelled at stories from my books
Imagination my friend, my dog blue,
A friend so true
Everyday an adventure, the sun was mine
And the snow, so special, so divine.

Now I am old, and the world can count the cost
The legacy of childhood which has been lost
What happened to the children I see?
Who have no time for childish things?
But love a world where nothing is real
Games of war and adverts galore

No magic dragons, or slop dosh pies
Just another mp3 and the must have zombie game to buy
Enthralled by what the judges say on X-factor
Emmerdale farm and holly oaks, such poor actors
Britain’s Got talent, and Made in Chelsea
Can someone help me?

Imagination is dead
Who will lead tomorrow?
All I see is sorrow
For books never read
For dreams that are dead
For children with a dull existence
A bottle of wine and East Enders their future subsistence

Brain cells left on the shelf
Along with the artist, the poet and Santa’s little elf
Lost is the childhood
And we are to blame
It is our shame
We as parents, forgot they are children
Call me a grumpy old sod
But one day I will continue this conversation with God.

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The Lord Reigns

God loves us through all passages,
He is our divine listener and guide,
Miracles day and night are his destiny,
A mighty fortress, keeping us safe,
Good deeds and fulfillment of goals,
A strength and fortitude that is always with us,
Blesses us with beautiful days and nights with peers,
Who is God, a look towards nature,
A walk amongst the paths of his kingdom,
The love and happiness of parents and children,
The many special days living in his kingdom,
Thanks be to the Lord our God.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Thoughts On Perfection

As men we aspire to perfection
The slim sliver of impossible
which lies between infallibility 
and the outskirts of non existence,
Searching for its proof for the mere
chance at having it define us,
For other adjectives have become
beneath us in our own evolution

Thus we strive for a deity's temperament
and assume equality with unseen irony
Disregarding humility, nobility, desirable
work ethic, and other essential virtues,
For each becomes viewed as inferior
to the extravagant identity we have stolen,
While conventional attributes such as pride
and confidence are escalated to frailties

Too ignorant on our quest for best,
to notice the change of our views,
As visions of tomorrow become
stepping stones to a more myopic sight,
Belittling the very allure of being mortal,
by denying ourselves wisdom through experience,
For no future mistakes means no future period
which condemns us to our present self,

In retrospect, which reiterates the ironic
truth of the entire self perceived perfection,
Our only perfection is our constant evolution,
as it was at birth, it shall be through death,
The continuous cycle of ignorance to knowledge,
For if man does find the treasure of this desire,
Man will still be man and nothing more,
With only the potential of failure as motivation,

Thus, abandoning the sweet taste of accomplishment,
the soft touch of achievement will be never more,
For perfection has only itself to aspire to,
and only its inevitable demise to be a last sight,
A demise that happens at the moment of assumption,
For to be perfect is to be flawed temporarily,
A fact that holds true even to the assumed perfect
which is unseen to him, thus ending his identity,

Therefore, he who holds himself as infallible,
Disregards hope, Disregards logic,
Disregards truth, disregards companionship,
Abandoning his mortal life to become excluded,
Selling his realization of humanity for the price
of a label that will never be proven to others,
Watching us live a life he wants, but still has,
Unable to see his flaws, he has become less than all,
Thus the "perfect" person, lives in perfect misery

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I Hear A Symphonie { Vignette}

reconised as one of the greatest harpsichordist 
his sonates for flute and harpsichord remain
an attractive part of chamber music repertoire
with six string symphonies he had written for
baron von swieten and arbiter elegentium in vienna
music by cpe bach is often listed with a reference number
from the catalogue of his works by wotquenne {wq}

Bach, Carl Philipp Emanuel

Can find his works at
Classics online .com

Entry For Brian Strand's FanFare Contest

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Future Generations Pass

            Future Generations Pass   
          (Life of Martha and Gracie)

Martha started out, as a little girl, to understand her world
In an underworld, kept behind a wall forever, for her protection
The parents stuffed her in a burlap bag and beat her soundly
Kept her safe, around for now, behind the barrier enclosure
Her crime was “being bad”
Guilty at the time of birth
Before that, she was accused of being slow
Obviously she must be cursed
Not coming out of mom on schedule
The mother took care of that by pushing hard
It solved that problem, as the doctor pulled the infant out
Beat the little girl into the world, though she was upside down 
By age seven she broke down the wall of silence and escaped
She tore through every barrier that stood as an impediment
One day she grew older and married Buddy from next door
Got pregnant, named her daughter Gracie
She saved the burlap bag that she was stuffed in as a baby
Gave it to her daughter who wears it proudly
Gracie gets her beatings every day as well and smiles
Stays behind a wall without complaint, which was her style
She too understands her world and wonders
Plots an escape to live her way on her own terms
To one day make a baby just like herself and have a home       
Complete with walls and burlap bags that guarantee
A future where the family name will carry on the same

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Social conscious

Social conscious, the brain behind the hand,
it’s wooden spoon ready  to smack the non-conforming adult /s/,child/ren.
Driven by western views of political correctness,
it dictates how we should be and what we should become.

Weaving its web within the fabric of society,
legislative acts and the cynical ideals of who?
Always ready to shout out your wrong!!!, 
never commending those who are right.

Forced upon minorities in a stereotypical way
look these people need to be saved,
it’s one sided propaganda eagerly displays,
many shames of what were acceptable ways.

Power, control, suppression, aggression
this seems pretty prejudice to me,
why else would it segregate the people,
 instead of helping the people to be free.

Let’s disempower the people,
then they wonder why?
These people have no control!
I don’t know why they act surprised?

Social conscious dictates social change, 
social change denotes someone pays,
the ones who pay force change, 
so social conscious always wins at the end of the day.

There’s two sides to every coin,
but only one to social conscious,
who is the conscious behind social conscious?
think about that……..

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(Journey to the East – Youth Service at Enugu State)

On a Friday night, July 1, 2009
I found myself at Onitsha, home for all as it is called
The eastern economic backbone and business centre of the Igbo people
Accommodating the good, the bad, the poor and the wealthy
A colleague to Lagos of the Yoruba people in the West
Unlike Asaba, its closest brother it’s always busy,
With busy people during their business in the busy way
As late as it was, it seemed to be the breaking of a new day
If works were to be equivalent to wealth
The world wealthiest people should have emerged from Onitsha
Suddenly, the crowd seemed to disappear into a thin air
Everyone moved as if they were late for an occasion
Diminishing like little water pour in a very hot pan
So fast like a speeding car passing a little boy
I wondered how the "fat crowd" of people could be swallowed up by that "thin city" in a twinkle of an eye
Standing by me was a man that seemed not to be in a hurry
I had to ask him, “where is everybody hurrying to?”
“They run for the safety of their lives and properties”, he replied with a baritone voice
That got the floor vibrating as if a tremor as just taken place
As he turned to look at my face, he continued “Ina, this is Onitsha, home for all. No man trusts another”
At those words, it occurred to me that I have not gotten to my destination
But it was late to continue my journey
And since I was then aware I was in a land where no man should trust another
The only place I could go was a nearby church
The best choice of a place to pass the night for a pilgrim like me.

© 2009 

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Why am I not allowed to vent my frustration, anger and annoyance at your incompetence?
Remain poised, you say.
Calm down, you say.
Don't be so passionate, you say.
Why can't I expose and tell you exactly how I feel about your irritating, petty ways?
How much you trivialize things that are serious!
How much you take for granted opportunities that the  underprivileged among us would die for!
How frustrating it is to know that if it was a different time or place I could be somewhere else, doing something else but I choose to teach you, however, ungrateful you are!

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i prepared a simple supper
but with great love i cooked 
that main meat of refined wheat
durum semolina, traded as rotini

an Italian pasta to go with beef, a grace
from a Canadian cow grazed in prairie grass,
spiced with herbs from the hunted tropics:
ginger, garlic, turmeric, and coriander

powdered, with red pepper powder
and red pepper crushed, black pepper
(also powdered), added to the onion
chopped, fennel, fenugreek, and cumin

(all seeds), and the magical mustard,
adding leaves chopped: basil, chives
and parsley, with garam masala, a Bharat
special, sprinkled with hardly a pinch of salt

before adding the slow-cooked African beans
and Mexican sauce: chopped and crushed tomato,
and boiled potato, after being sautéed 
in the US canola oil to enhance the taste

of minerals and more already in my pan:
folate, iron, niacin, riboflavin, and thiamine
already mixed in carbohydrate, the main 
with Chinese additives: citric, soy, and seasonings

unlisted; likewise the two sealed cans
that curtailed my sprinkling salt for supper
came with corn starch, sugar, more spices 
and blackstrap molasses, and a poetic muse

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Extinct Tiger Speaks

          Extinct Tiger Speaks

Sumatran Tigers are rare, in fact, extinct
I just returned from Sumatra Indonesia with my pet
A tiger so sweet I named it Peter
Since it went extinct I got it cheap 
First order of business was to make it speak
And gave it many treats to play with me
I growled at it for many days and weeks
In hopes it would repeat my roars
One day it looked at me
Questioned why I growled and roared
“Is something wrong with you
And with your mind and voice?”
It spoke in perfect English
Peter!  You speak!
The tiger of course was sore
My name is not Peter
Don’t say that any more
Call me Gregory or Greg for short
I went extinct long before you were born
Respect the dead and bring me hot pastrami on bread
I asked my tiger how it is he can talk
And if he’s dead…Why hot pastrami on bread?
He explained
“I might be rare… I might be dead… I might even be a tiger.”
Did it occur to you, the people who sold me to you
Gave you an exotic animal or creature 
It does not explain everything
But you did not buy a teacher
I simply want my sandwich now
Later we can dance and sing
And forget about such complicated things
Just think of me as Greg
Your purchased pal from Indonesia

                                             Created 7/22/14 for Animals Alive!  Contest

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The Trickle

The Trickle
       by Odin Roark

But from a trickle
Streams of consciousness coalesce
Cascades enjoin seasoned rapids
Buffered by endless boundaries
Urged forward by more surging tributaries

Such adventurous energy
Wants only the oneness of here and now
The sustained awareness that perpetual peace is flux
A truth preparing for the next change 

How lonely such a journey
The cumulative drip of awareness
This ethereal urgency at times made to pause
Knowing so few wish to aspire beyond
The “winning” limitation

Such is transcendence

Where gathering to its singularity
Accepts not of separation
Of predator and prey
Only the pinpoint known as nothingness
And everything


For every frozen hesitancy
There waits a child
A newborn
A biological energy in process
Anxious to understand how simple yet complex
This existence labeled life truly is
Trickle by trickle

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Christmas Love

Christmas love is parents and children together,

Christmas love is neighbours and friends,

Christmas love is God's beautiful nature,

Christmas love is the delicious foods at christmas,

Christmas love is the miracles of God,

Christmas love is the beautiful christmas tree,

Christmas love is God's manger with Mary, Jesus and Joseph and the Wisemen,

Christmas love is the comfort and blessings of our home, 

Christmas love is the ability to continue to learn,

Christmas love is a favorite reigning queen and prince,

Christmas love is God's patience and friendship.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Hysterical People

Hysterical People

Hysterical women are sane
It’s their natural state
Hysterical men are crazy and don’t know the ways.
Women carry fire to bed
Set themselves on 
To set themselves apart
Rest like babies in the dark
That makes them straight and strong
Strangling poisonous snakes are there too
To swing them off to sleep 
And sing sweet nothings in the ear
With no cares in the world
Nothing rattles a woman’s heart
Not even love or age
Men burst into flames 
At the slightest touch of the cage
Instead of tears they cry war
Hysterical men can’t have children
For fear of stomach and financial gains
Women devour such creatures 
There is no other way
Women live beyond all years for reasons
Not established here
Embrace the pain
Hysterical men run in circles
Then do it again

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Growing Up

He hadn’t been happy for a long, long time.
He blamed his frustrations on every one else.
He couldn’t wait to be on his own.
Life held him back, and this tore him apart.
He wanted to be free, but the time wasn’t right.
Now he smiles… His time is his own time.
Freedom made him happy to be his own man.
He now looks back to where he did hate,
But now it’s with memories that it wasn’t so bad.
To be sure… he has regrets for an action or two,
But all and all he’s happy with the view.
He’s seen the world now as his own man.
Now it’s time to wait and see what he will do.
There are plenty of opportunities in this vast land.
And try them all he will… so now I must say…
Goodbye little sweetheart… Hello worldly man.

Carol Eastman: Impress Me Small Poem 3: Motif Philosophical

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Severe faces with black robes
From the supreme law at hands
They are still up there until they die;
Swarming on Constitution acquaintance
Has certainly arrived
Another wrong decision
Between black and white folks.

By the roadside
Like a vermillion now arise
Then of thousand students
Across the country by the edge
It so sad to see then under the sun.

And when the twinkling’s rights just as leachy leave turn yellow
So nail on them in palace to eat emerge
Another wrong decision
Between black and white folks.

On a boat left Society toward the Voting Rules
Not anymore; people believe where these heads do
Come drifting and meet and they wonder
As they carry by bubble voices;
Another wrong decision
Between black and white folks.

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Blessings Of The Lord

Day by day we perceive the blesssings of the Lord,
The snowy day that reminds us about the blessings of warmth and friendship,
Friendship that is distant and always remembered,
Miracles that are difficult to define,
A church and portals that you used to visit,
Structures beautiful, unique and powerful,
 Hymns sung and bible verses read,
Choirs where the bells ring and the songs are sung,
Ministers preaching the wisdom of God,
Relatives forever loved and protected by the Lord,
Blessed reunions and visits redefined,
Talents shared and appreciated,
The Lord's poet blessed by God's friendship,
Athletic strength as a senior guided by God,
Royalty sacred and divine, a blessing to mankind.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Teacher in you all

As we aspire a new day
We believe we are all like you all
And as you experince another day
The consequence will demand a teacher in you all.

As we move on with the time
We retrieve we were once like you all
And as you live every moment
The foregone days will esteem the helm in you all.

As we bask under a bright day
We bawl out on your acts like clowns and buffoons
And you acquit with your innocence
The defiance will mentor the deity in you all.

As we versed the life, you ought to see
We still eke out where we dreaded once
And you address us withal obedience
The honor will armor to face the battle with valiance.

As we read on, we see we are just like you all
We are no teachers, we are also the students
What you experince from each day
Will praise the students a teacher in you all.

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More man-made crap

And duke 
All these man-made titles 
Make me want to puke 

It’s such a load of crap 
Pining for these freaks 
This pedestal treatment 
Friggin reeks

Oh you’re so much better than me 
I’m so blind with admiration 
That I can’t see

That you’re just like me 
You live
You feel 
You do as I do 

But you act as though you’re the elite few
I can only see it for what it is 
Just a load of crap you spew 

All I can say of this lunacy 
Is excuse my truancy 

Eric (and sometimes not)



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Oh thou, am I colorless?

Oh thou, am I colorless?
The world is lit.
The light does shine.
As  with my ancestors, freedom shall ring and freedom shall be mine.
The light has burned as a message throughout time.
The light is love and the love so does and so will continue to shine.
The light comprises more than we see with our own eyes.
One must learn with the mind.
Theoretically and scientifically my skin absorbs the light, in practicality, I am colorless?
, but some judge me by the color scale they have came to know.  
How pure is your heart?   Is it gold? 
The whole can be seen as white or light, it too can be colorless. Can two be the same as one? 
Oh thou, where does logic go?
 Those whom seek the understanding of light, seeks the truth for so it holds.
It hasn't changed from centuries ago.  Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato?
 Let there be no mystery about the light for the day of darkness is when it's extinct.  
The light can and will be seen, for it reaches from shore to shore , from coast to coast,  the light maybe seen from underneath  the heaviest doors,  my light ----- yes,  my light--- is like my  soul.
All are parts of the whole?, Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato? 
If a circle ends were it begins then what of “Alpha and Omega”? Oh thou, their work remains--- Aristotle, Socrates and Plato. Who are the "Great Thinkers and Philosphers" of today?
2008copyright@Carrie Love-Atkins

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To leave a legacy,
oh mystery,
steps of electricity.

Oh legacy,
potent jealousy,
stray little-
oh legacy 

Change in journey,
oh legacy,
your reality-

What's next?

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  -Dharga Nagar Safa

 No,said the learned college,

As no there full of knowledge,

Angelo's great picture,

Ford's  wheel structure,

Turner's wire cable,

Dell's device able,

Gate's micro soft,

Edison's light of gift,

Not at the learned college,

To put up a Global Village!

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I cried into the night

I cried into the night
death that I might die
my life was a ransom of pain
the work in my life felt in vain

Yet slowly eye's raised to light
and found my heart liked to pray
death what is death
perhaps just the door

To a living much better than that
Gods life can bring smiles to your day
another life lost heart break and sad
perhaps they do find loving dad

fighting myself grim ripe and bad
my mind a caldron of pain
the war of my mind was so bad
an equal to each fight I had

battle the rage felt within
free yourself from your cage
learn to live and love life
learn to be true to your self

What is death to God
his time to embrace us with life
our lives to his heart
his time to share love 

To us it's the end of this life
to him it is the begining of care
perhaps we roam as angels
through a world of starlight bright

Know I not for I am not God
hate him not for he is not death
love the builder of worlds
love death as the doorway to life

Do not rush towards heavens gate's
we have such a short time to wait
take the time to find love's embrace
learn to love your birth

Grace our lives with smiles of peace
as friends lets embrace live's we live
In loving god know then this peace
you know not the gifts that he give's

The ones lost to us only just wait
Wait for our loving embrace
yes it is true there's anger in you
How could he take what he gave

Know I not for I am not God
I do not then know why we suffer so
I just know that life has it's end
again we will meet then as friends

If we live in this pain
embracing the drain
the task of living is dread
we have choice we then can move on

We can sing the living song
return to embracing our live's
enjoy the evening sky's
take the time to watch the birds

To taste a fine wine
enjoy a fine meal
to hug then a lover
enjoy a kids squeal

Eat a meal to quickly 
and the taste is lost in the rush
take the time then to walk
enjoy a sweet talk

perhaps you'll find the time care
to share just slightly more fun
employers push make you rush
sometimes it's better to walk 

To bring then your joy back to life
to bring back your humour and love
to bring back the smiles to this life
to take back the time for fun

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Against all odds by Phuti Morifi
Breaking it loose from the toughness
Moving the mountainous stones not slipping trough the rocks
Walking a thorny road barefooted and  ignoring the bleeding pain
That’s where it all started

In a small world beneath my  breast there is a beat
Everything  appear very slow  and limited
It seemed  useless to keep my faith
it seemed doomed to  keep dreaming
But against all odds i am grateful for all that i have
I feel the braveness whenever the world see the ignominy
I feel ease whenever the world see the sadness
I smell the greatest aroma whenever the world smell  the smoke
I move whenever the world see me neutral

I look around my grace everyday when i  open my eyes
I smile at my reflection every  time i see my image
I  pause and  watch  see the solidity in me
i feel the best out of my toughness

I can break it all loose in my quietness
i can break it all loose in special sadness
i can open the darkest cloud with my faith
i can open the locked doors with my believe
I am given the authority to break all loose whenever the world get tough
I am given the authority to believe in what i see and feel within me
i am authorised to fly where ever i want
i am authorised to move whenever i feel
Against all odds nothing can stand before me 
Againts all odds nothing can take my keys
Against all odds nothing can stop me
Because i am the manager, the Clothe President 
Just say the leader  in my life
Against all odds nothing is ever impossible

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below the lot-

I held myself above the lot, 
all too sure that life is life,
all too sure that death is death, 
all too sure that I am man, 
neither more nor less than that,
I held myself below the lot…

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Soundtrack to my escape

I am the fallen one, one casted away,
A reminant of a broken promise
Man shakled for one dying wish,
My vissicitudes haunt me everytime
The sound of those blazing drums,
I heard the music mystifies us all,
Saves a man from a Fall,
The strings are being pulled and the chorus chants,
The melody which melts us all,
I heard music has power: To cure and transform
I am still the same; The Man with a broken promise
Caught in the realmn of this heaven and earth
My body becometh the prison of my soul
I am a composer, A composer in oblivion – Looking
Looking, for the soundtrack to my escape.

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My teacher

Shall I forget,
He that stooped to see me climb?
Shall I forget,
He who now rests on the arms of eternity?

He was a manly man,
And even as he lieth beneath the grass,
As food for the worms,
I will forget him not,

For he was my Teacher!

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Used Bookstore

Paper thin 
Frail to the touch 
Time passes 
It cracks 
And rips 
Stripped of beauty 
Left with age 

Dry and worn 
Sorrow upon the fingertips 
Musty smelling  
Spine broken 
Missing pages 
Wisdom remains 
Deep within ink 
With each new reader 
A new lover 
Caressed and full of hope 
A new adventure 
As the pages turn 
Listen for the its breath 
And its growing heartbeat

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Black Diamonds

The evening black as diamonds you can
only dream. Shortly you'd be scuba diving
under ports of the sea.
ports of the sea. No coffee or dinner before 
your rounds, you have to work late in this 
seaport town. The amount you make doesn't 
matter much at the ring of the bell, time passes
so slowly, you feel as cold as hell.

Prices are too cheap to make an honest wage,
working six days a week feels you're in a cage.
You start to drink, which puts you on the floor,
You gave it all you've got, but still you're dirt poor. 
The kids are working too which breaks your heart, 
You life is a whirlwind of pain your future
will never regain.
Poverty soaks into your bones like a grave,
Those who struggle so much are impossible to save.
Corporations and industry, some say are to blame.
Yet, education is what will lead people to regain 
quality lives and jobs so they can build their lives again. 
The worlds poverty has many reasons, but we must look 
forward to a richer season.

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Untitled #348 / or if...

or if they’ll say,
“Everyone must research that
for themselves!”

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The Stench of You

I smell regret!
I smell it on your clothes
and in your hair,
on your hands
and in every stitch, 
every fiber,
every twist and turn in the path of your goddamned
train of thought,
and it is especially noticeable in the carpet,
but then again,
that could just be the milk I spilled
when I caught a big fat whiff of the aforementioned regret...

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The Student

 The Student     
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Age : 53
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 Subject: The Student   Today at 14:54      

The Student

He is tall and short both blonde and impish brown his hair is black his eyes are 
round his limp is quite pronounced his wheelchair rolls his limousine awaits his 
bicycle locked near the skateboard of hate four feet long the thing weighs a ton 
he uses it to scare old ladies and nuns his eyes are narrow eyes are wide eyes 
are fried from his drugs and his fellows jostle his arm to lift it up elbow first 
draining his glass mark the sot they closed all the bars at one am in the day at 
five he is building his clamato hooray and at sunrise he slumbers away and then 
rises at nine in the night to go out the door and avoid the sunlight he is living the 
life of alcoholic delights he sits in the library no classes avoids he has no 
teachers rules no principles he is god the student annoys. 
 The Student 

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World We Live In

I sit in the classroom
Start of a brand new year
I am really nervous
New students, surround me
They come from diverse cultures & backgrounds
None that I am familiar with
It’s like God gathered the whole world 
And placed us together
In one, tiny classroom

I admire the beauty of their different coloured skins
It’s like gazing at a mesmerising masterpiece
Neither human nor artist can replicate that kind of beauty and colour
God’s colour palette, extraordinarily vast!
I love the way their eyes stand out
Beautifully matching, their shade of skin tone
Warm and welcoming eyes
White, shiny teeth
Hearty laughs
Everyone’s so friendly!

Going about my school work
I listen to them talk
Talking in their native tongues
The rhythm and tones of the sounds, so fluid
I noticed they think before they speak
Where most people I mix with ‘blurt’ stuff out
I love the way they pronounce things in English
Faces full of expression, lots of hand gestures
Wanting to be understood, validated

I like the clothes the cultural people wear
Bold and bright colours 
Shiny, printed and patterned fabrics
Where I choose to wear black, most days than not
I turn my attention 
To the others in the room
They are dribbling on about nothing
Nothing, worth listening to!

Drawn back to the cultural people 
I notice some come across as sad, scared or timid
Often too shy, to speak up
To say what their thoughts or opinions are
I wonder if each knows how beautiful they truly are
I can’t wait to learn from all these new people
I am blessed to be surrounded by so many races and nationalities
What an amazing, wonder-filled world 
We ‘all’ are privileged, to live in!

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The To Do List The Serious One

            The To Do List - The Serious One

The goal today is to wake up and be alive
If you die you serve no purpose
The gold fish cannot feed itself you know
This is no circus
Next thing to do is to do the dishes
If they refuse just leave them for the misses
Take out the trash with a semi-automatic
If it talks back, kill it on the spot
(You simply can’t have refuse talking trash like that)
Enlist the spouse to make you coffee
It does not make itself
Nothing in life is free she says
As she falls back to sleep
There is no coffee in the house.  There is no food as well
Shopping is out of the question without a car
Put that on the To Do List for tomorrow
Along with a pen and paper to get things done
This is no charity organization just for fun
Lists can’t write themselves
“Find a job” should be at the top of any list
Along with dreams and wishes
The goal today is to be alive
If you die you serve no purpose

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I am the child
For whom most parents suffer
I am the child
For whom most mothers go through pain
Yet I’m not given the needed attention
Some abandon me on the streets
Others,in deadly pits.

I am the child
The smallest in the society
Yet I grow up to be the greatest
I’m the child
Who grows up to be the future president, lawyer, doctor
And other desired men of the society.

I am the child
Who may also grow up to be the robber, murderer, 
And other nuisance of the society.
All depending on the attention I’m given
So mum, dad and brethren
Let us all help create a better world for children
For indeed, an adult is a child who has really survived.

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Muscles pumping
Gears turning 
Lungs gasping
Mind racing
Petal round the park

Father knows
Trials faced
Choices good and bad

Show you 
How to
Live here
Live now
Move beyond the pain
Got to go
Got to move 
Got to push
Got to focus
Focus past the pain
14 yards 
14 miles
Leg cramps 
Don’t care 
Only that it ends
Off path 
Kneel down
Look close
Tiny little plants
They Have
Pushed through
Never giving up.

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Missing Soul

Image of a missing soul,.
Cold and dark, like a giant hole.
A shell of a person I once knew,
cold as ice through and through.
The night blizzard, sky shines orange,
from a huge explosion.
The fire reflects on the falling snow,
orange without any purpose
A beauty I once knew,
melted like snow in Spring..
Life withers softly now,
no sence in anything.
Image of a missing soul,
cold and dark, like a giant hole.
A shell of a person I once knew,
cold as ice through and through
Playing on the crowded beach,
empty belongings now bequeathed.
World spins round and round,
dizzy life keeps getting me down.
Wondrous beauty, the Arizona cactus,
life promise, education and practice.
Giant gears turned to rust,
land of liberty gone bust.
Image of a missing soul.
cold and dark, like a giant hole.
A shell of a person I once knew.
cold as ice through and through.

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Thoughts of A Song Writer

From my thoughts on the paper in which it lies, 
My everlasting passion is inked as it dries.
The way I feel inside, you might want to spy,
But if you pry, how will my lyrics surprise?
A song for thought will only leave a thought.
May sound difficult, but that’s just how I talk.
I was lost, but I found me.
Dreaming and believing that writing was my key.
The way it flows and the way that it goes pumps me to speak
the very thoughts that many minds chose to keep.
Many rocks I’ve kicked and many decisions I’ve made.
Any wrongs I take the blame.
Tic-tac-toe is only a game.
I plagiarize your eyes with the notes that I’ve taken,
A high note here and a low note there-
You’d swear I’m in your head when my song hits your ear.
Pain recognizes pain
And I’ve have my share of bandages.
 My vibes from life heals the permanent damages.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
Reaches farther beyond the beat,
Over the lyrics on the sheet,
Not only is it about the speech,
 But more of what the message seeks.
True enough a theme is touched and a heart is rushed.
With the mind-throbbing picture disappearing 
Through the ink of my pen and revealed through your lens,
You can’t hear me, but do you feel me?
I cherish my talent and where it could possibly sweep me.
My doubts and my worries are beneath me.
I love for brighter days and pray for more things to pave.
Call my life my number because its infinite.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
My mentality drips it.

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Untitled #347 / Research

“Aye! There’s the rub!”
I wonder if they’ll let me
research that in college

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Memories of Leaf Boats

As I grow older my memories become more veiled and sometimes lost.
But the best are yet to come as I write them down, of that I can’t ignore.
For my most cherished memories I’ll pass down, as the stories continue to stir.

Like the wonder I felt as a child… while sailing leaf boats down a creek.
Where would they end up? Would they find they’d sailed to foreign lands?
Or would they be defeated by the storms as they came rolling in?

Later I was awed by the thought that my future hubby would even talk to me.
We were so very bashful; that we were lucky, that we even came to be.
The trick was we were first friends…then, willing to hold together in the winds.

We became like one little leaf boat fighting together against the storms, again.
Then we became parents trying to raise our children with wonder in their eyes.
So we started by finding a creek where their leaf boats would be near, to find.

Eventually grown, they finally left us, so I sent them poems about those little boats.
Perhaps to help remind them: to start new memories for their brood, coming close.
Maybe even to remind them that life could still bring them wonders, too, once more.

Eventually, we will all sail away in one way or another, to distant shores.
I hope my poems will lead them, to where those wonders can still be found…
They will be able to find them by a creek with leaf boats floating around.

 I hope it will bring them memories; again, of the days we held them so close.
And had read to them the stories… I had written for those, I love the most.

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Type the characters you see in the picture


And you’re a confounded nuisance…

Picture this—
A world where a simple click
Will send the comment more swiftly
Will log you in faster
No more silly letters in a grid
If only…

Well—I suppose its fine
I’m a complainer, a nuisance, a swine
But hey, fine, I’ll say it:

Thanks, Completely Automated Public Turing test to tell Computers and Humans 
It is things like you that will prevent a robotic takeover 

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Cart Ruts and Mysteries

In an old farmhouse high on the cliffs of Dingli
surrounded by archaeology and mystery
lives Mary, guiding visitors to explore and find 
caves and cart ruts, deep tracks seeming mined
that criss cross at Clapham Junction
it’s not easy to guess their function.

Talk to Mary and she will tell you
of times gone by, when there was so few
people who wanted to know and understand
what it was that remains so strange in this land.

Perhaps it will always remain unknown,
since archaeologists have come and gone,
not enough with perseverance and finance,
they come and go and lose allegiance.

Maybe one day an answer will appear
and all will suddenly be clear,
why the cart ruts run under, the house, 
where Mary lived with her mother.

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Changes within me

Everyday i awake,
Seeing nothing has changed,
Its been 21 years since my eyes first peeked,
To see the world all amazed,
With new faces all around,
Laughing, patting, and grabbing my arms,
As i cried all my fears away,
The days gave way,
Till one day,
I lost all my innocence,
In a flight of a second,
And then my pupils opened,
To see the truth beyond, 
That everything that we do,
Everything that we want,
It is a cycle that never ends,
We seek forever,
We search whenever,
To find the sole truth behind our purpose,
To imagine a life without problems,
To imagine a day without struggles,
From the rich to the poor,
An economic burden,
From love to hate,
A social burden,
From life and death,
A survival burden,
Too many moments grasped in just a second,
Too many seconds in just a minute,
Too many motives in just one life,
Brilliantly put together in a sequence,
Some forgotten,
Some remembered,
Some chosen and some unexpected,
Yet as we move on,
As we see the big picture,
And as i dream on,
I shall awake another day,
Till my end,
To see that nothing has changed,
To see no one has changed,
Except me....

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How frantic 
they got when 
a citizen 
decided to drop out! 
They saw 
the whole enterprise 
weaken. They thought 
all they worked for would 
disappear in a moment, 
the glue would 
come loose, the nails would 
pop out. It was scary, 
much better to think 
that the elements 
in the chain were 
simply securely fixed, 
the atoms remained in crystal, 
the ice intact. 
Once lost, the citizen was nearly 
impossible to restore. 
They liked predictability. 
That made them most happy. 
And predictability 
came from education. 
They made the world real 
by inserting it 
into the brains of the young. 
Those living in the real world, 
our real world, they would say, 
they knew 
would stay.
They liked refrigeration 
that drew the energy 
out of the young. 
They squandered their money 
on the fuel to refrigerate, 
keep the crystals 
clean and sharp. 
Stasis was the easiest
form of familiarity. 

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Words Written In Stone

Quote, ( sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me ), end quote.
Words can turn into feelings, feelings can turn into actions.
Actions can turn into sticks and stones, even words can break your bones!

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The Language of the new generation.

Understanding the new generation.
They have their own language.
Their own new meanings to the same words.
They have their own communication + lingo.
Has it not been the same with each new 
generation in history?
They discover a new style that is shocking
to the older generations.
Adjoining generations seem to listen
to each other.
At which point do the generations do not want
to listen.
Where is this gap?
Spelling is different for the same words. 
A lot of abbreviated text is used.
There seems to be an absence of books amongst
dvds + cds.Has this interior design element
been overlooked?
Is there a new dictionary to accommodate the
new generations?
Or is this just how life is?

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A smile to everything

There is more to life 
Than what it seems.
Life  filled with all forms 
of agony, misery and sorrow.
Yet we may be used to situations
Where disappointments and
 frustrations pushes us on.

But I ask,
Should this be the reason
 why we cant put on a  smile
 when the sun wakes up its sleepy head?
Should this be the reason 
why we shouldn’t take of our shoes 
and dance when the sky releases its tears?
Your guess is as good as mine!

An achievement is not making everyone happy
But doing something out of the blue to make yourself happy.
Yes! People might see you as a failure
But seeing yourself as that winner is your achievement 

Don’t give up on the little things that make you happy due to what people say
Don’t give up on your dreams because of little disappointments in life
But by believing in yourself is an achievement to lead you on to success

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Just Don't Ditch Us

A child disliking middle aged woman
Managed to get a few weeks off
Then you came and brought happiness to the library
Just don't ditch us

You were nice to us
You let us play games
You reminded us you were only a sub
Just don't ditch us

Days counted down
But the number was unconfirmed
The only condition was
Just don't ditch us

You saw my talents
You saw for what I am
Please go full time
Just don't ditch us

Then you left
Back the way it was
I should be used to it
But I don't have to like it

Every day I wished you would come back
So did the rest of the pack
Everyone knew I missed her
You coming back? When will that occur?

Then the librarian finally left
For good this time?
Subs came and gone
Every one of them I frowned upon

But something happened
Like the jackpot on a slot machine
You came back
Like a lost cat

Is our bitter librarian gone for good
Or just a few weeks
It could be end of year luck
Or is everything at it's peak?

Whatever happens
Just don't ditch us!

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No Lord not again

I cannot believe what I see before my eyes,
speechless as I read...

too familiar is this scene,
repeating once again, surreal as if I'm back in time...

I once was near when the unthinkable happened,
Columbine, flowering youths cut down in teen prime.

I watched in horror as two souls entered, repeated over and over 
the media; what a circus, as stories began to break...

I witnessed in my own back yard, as innocent lives vanished
'Why? What is the purpose, I did not know', I wept for each and every soul. And cried aloud "How can you be?"

trying to avoid the repetitive media, over and over again...
a christian channel offered me hope, and asked one simple thing.

Fall to my knees, and ask HIM into my life, to do with what he will,
surrender to his Grace and Mercy, 

My life changed that day, so many years ago Columbine Columbine....
we thought you were the last.

As many of my peers in education stood, in terror, disbelief and anger of having no control. "Why? What is the purpose?" our innocent's, so young, so sweet, so worshiped by their families, so unforgivable this one unthinkable act .

One woman weeping, I ask if she's alright...
She looked at me and said, Someone's Christmas present is underneath a tree; it won't be opened on Christmas eve.

Another walked up, and clobbered my arm..."What the hell is going on?"
It's alright, if its what they need to do. God saved me, and humbled me...oh Columbine why? I can not say, nor will I try, for only God knows the master plan.

But like with me that somber day, back in Columbine. I pray that someone far from God, was softened just enough...

to fall to their knees and ask "God Please"
enter my life tonight.... 

Let an awakening united universal voice ring out.
No more bloodshed, no more death. Our children our the innocents and our future in them rests...

To utter the words "I'm sorry" or "you're in my prayers' seems so hollow right now. By faith alone, I can only say...let the heavens open and radiant light shine down, on the simple all American place called Newtown..

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Chain Reactions

Chain Reactions, I fall like the first dominoe
The point of entry and the ballistics
I leave tracks and I read the tracks of men
He's the Commander ask him about the optimum use of Infantry
Strategy, strategically at all cost hold the battle line
Wearing my camoflauge, thats me dressed in descrection
Soft in my letters, open minded and receptive
to every word she has ever spoken
Words fixed and framed set like A jewel
set on the head of A Queen
On the throne she sits
And the hope she gave me
And every thrust made by her enemies I have parried
As I endure another risk Death is probable
In these kind of perils many men will perish
My hearts noble 
much of what I feel is left unsaid
I've been sitting here all day like a statue

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Lessons in the Sky

Lessons in the Sky

Contrails streak across the sky like
Chalk lines on an azure board.
Some are parallel and some bisect
Forming angles that are supplementary,
And others that are opposite.

He used jets to make white lines,
And taught a lesson in the sky.

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Yea baby on a universal scalerole and on its entity, u know the rest

Hi keep me in your visage,
keep me in your sociostew
quote me in a passage
or hey, F U
themes, ideas, sonnets, 
mambypamby contrivances set to words
tell me your thoughts are merely
terds. No creativity, stilitd patterns, 
prose passivity and illcreated 
rhytm lanterns given to pre cunni
lingual callings set to teen tonal
twitterings of anal adult annoyances
of prepostadnoidial fake frontal toe the line
godforbidugetpregnantwhileI haveuinthe
sanctifiedmarriagewithalloftheaccruments beguiledgiven to the EverWaiters
of sexo satisfied vagino villified vanilla wafer
wishes until the wounded wedding night cherry bursting
(yea right)
bomb blast blemishes. Keep it in in novative organ aztional
invigor ative essence to stand by yr manwomanpersonit
as statedstated by state in a reverenced supreme courted not society
given to a biased"What the hell do we do now guys/gals and inbetweens", SFHD.
Guess it and get the prize, or play our home game 
as your consolation gift.
 We r un evolving without the neutral notion of 
core capacity locus of control and seminal socialization. 
We r what we BE and all else is con
trivity. Sons/daughters noncompliant with the so be its and told u so's
do as I do keep it simple, we as boomers ahve set a style too conseropliant to 
reinvent the self. youth recapitulate your entity and serve no one unless it
benefits those insufficient to a misnomer antiquated to a universal device 
dead to annoyance and brevity. Unforgiving to a future promise. 
All for one and one for all.  

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Hurt I Learned

If I seem down,
forgive me.
Frowns I carry around,
live in me.
You may say,
you see right through me.
Your words untrue,
renew me.

The hurt I’ve learned,
brews in me.

If only you could,
re-design me.
Take time rewind,
refine me.

Recreate the mold, 
without lies I’ve told.
Give back, 
the soul I sold.


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Inks Destruction of a Promise

As I sit at the stroke of 3
In this lucubrator 
And watch the flame of the candle flicker,
I sort through scraps of your heart
On old crumpled paper,
And listen to the hebetude
Of your written words
Promising me
I feel a tear drop
From the corner of my eye
And land on the paper
Smearing the useless promises of the ink.
I take a hand full of the promises
And hold it just above the flame,
Boutefeu upon it.
I see the ink bubble
And watch as the paper turn darker
Till finally
Its nothing but ash.
As I burn the pile full of
Promises and dreams,
Written down for all to see…,
I also burn you 
And everything you were to me.
For you were all a lie!

Lucubrator- a person who studies by night, or by candlelight.
Hebetude- dullness; bluntness; obtuseness; want of discernment.
Boutefeu- is a French word, and literally means “to set fire.”

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another train passes
along the tracks of an addict
sweet liquid poppy 
never was a good parent
although one may be found
at your nearest stop and go
anything to escape
those white picket fences

many clean shaven men
have stepped from the closet
lost in a woman's world
as guilt sends them to repent
within a cenobitic community
it is there they learn true love
yet remain confused
by the closed door of confession
which has become just another closet

a sixty year old maiden teacher
has settled for early retirement
to pursue an education of bliss
forfeited for the benefit of others
deflowered by a tainted gardener
marking an early exit from life
another lesson taught......

Bob Shank-Nov. 21st, 2006

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Divine Creation: Faith Builder

Divine Creation: Gravitation
Saves-- the- -Nation
 with-- no --hu--man
   sub--ju--gat--ion !
Galaxies way up there
Suck out Poisons
from our Air 
Suck out Gases 
as a Hungry Bear
now the Earth is REAL SAFE
Our Future's much more Clear
New Galaxies Formin'
Savin' our Planet 
from a Gasey Stormin'
See, the Earth is not in Danger
must not trust Every Stranger !

Copyright McCuen 2009

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The road I took

Blame  me for the road l° took
Yes, you saw  me walk through it
But what else do you know

A choice l° made  while both eyes
Suffered from glychoma
But, l° did stare as far as l° could

It is my choice
Like a sail during a tempest
But l° am no christ

Did l° but have the luxury of choice
Like a beggar
l° wouldn't have chosen this part

Where torn are my marbles
Snakes, my children's dolls
Scorpion my crayfish

Blame me for the child l° have
l° chose to be raped
Who enjoys sex under assault and battery

Blame  me for being a convict
l° wish l° didn't own that parcel of land
That l° refused to sell to the Governor

Blame  me for failing that course
l° should have slept with that lecturer
l° wonder whether he has a daughter

Blame me for dating a cougar
My first class couldn't secure  ?e the job
I deserve good housing and accommodation too

Blame  me friend, for not believing in love
l° have an irreparable heart
How do you mend a broken glass?

Blame  me for being barren
l° allowed my boyfriend push  ?e into several 
He said l° should do it, if l° love him

Blame  ?e for prostituting
l° wish l° had parents
or maybe that education was free

My friend, always ask for the tale
When you have heard the story

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Writer's B L O C K--

Writer’s Block 
is a farce
a blue excuse
with no good reason
an open ended discussion
of waste

Writer’s Block
hangs out 
with Santa  
no reason to join them 
at the North Pole 
of nowhere

Writer’s Block
is a temptation
a black rose
in the hand of the wicked
telling you 
it’s okay to be lazy 

Writer’s Block
is an imaginary friend
of the desperate
feasting on your company
and the smell of your beauty

Writer’s Block
is a weak hoax
marinating in dumb
a submissive idiot 
who barely exists
so leave him alone 

Writer’s Block 
is fine without you 
let him be single
You are better 
without the mix of his device.

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knobby-knee’d, toes that stop 
bend and pick up 
penny, marble, rock 
outside chalk 
on concrete, begging, for me to turn around 
for one more try 

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How much? How would I know?

How much can I pack into my brain before I go insane
How much knowledge can I retrain before something snaps and I never come 
and how do I know that it hasnt already happened 
and I just dont know it but just keep studing and
cramming the knowledge on in my skull
But what if im already there and I just dont know
How do you analize that 
how would I know

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One's Old School

K through Twelve,
it's called.

Students and teachers
walk the halls.

From beginning to end
behaving like they should

Or else. . .

One knows that
the attic is filled with cobwebs,
of course,
and dusty musty old textbooks
discarded lessons and copies
of one's grade reports.

But the basement . . .
One knows
there's a cave below the boiler room
filled with old projects and paraphernalia.
A tomb lined with damaged models:
plastic skulls,
plastic brains,
and plastic hearts.
An abandoned asylum for the malformed and the maladjusted,
the deformed and the defective.

Stalactites drip growing steadily down,
glowing and sparkling
The floor is soft and powdery, damp cold
decades of ashes and dust

where one lands when one falls.

Strange crystalline music of dark nested spheres

If one is able and
not wholly broken then
one may wander through,
past the poor wretches
who line one's way . . .

If one can wonder or wander at all
after one's fall
then one reaches the mouth of the tunnel and crawls
to a barn door in the wall.

A light shines through there
one may stare
and beyond others' noises echo busy
Once opened, it reveals the shopping mall
where graduates sell Their wares.

"Free dessert" is being given away.
Dutch apple pie of several varieties,
some sugar free and some without fat.
If one buys that.

A celebration seems
to be in the air
Halloween, it seems,
and behind scenes
the revelers come near.
From the cave and dark dungeon they parade
in masquerade.
Singing in unison.
Coming forth, as one,
to get their share.

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Psychological grudge of sex and diamonds

Adoloscent confusion
whirlwhind of innocence
taken aback by the hindsight i have
the life i lived and what i know now

not knowing whats normal
not knowing who or what is getting the best of you
who to blame when you come unglued

sexual addictions
finaly clear
i miss myself
who i used to love dear
the one i didnt want transformed
into what i understood as an adult
unhealthy, abusive, mean, something to fear

that moment many caught in
stuck in
psychological psuedo science
of your psychological music store guinea pig
pure innocence turned into smut
the cycle continues

the need and desire to express oneself as an individual
as an adult
the media blamed
talk shown
sex and diamonds
even the rich in chains
i might be craving my own identity
of who i am going to become
the confusion of a future that i might not be
what i think i will be
the fear of what if
and that is the grudge we carry for soo long

puberty and confusion
nothing to do with attractions of what sexes you prefer
the armslengthing of what your society is keeping underneath
underneath the sex and diamonds
of this sinking ship
the one your on
you never let on
the cycle continues
name calling
lost friends
lower self westeem
searching for approval
inbetween the sheets
for this is adult hood
this is aldultry

love the sinner not the sin
innocence held hostage
who gets the blame
you get the blame
psychological grudge of sex and diamonds
kings and queens under your thumb
wont be long til the blind lead the blind
and were onto something else

craving approval
the feeling within needing to be identified known as me
i am not able to leave myself
and i wont
i will stand strong through this war
of psychological anarchy
til i set myself free

i may not know the future of the adult i may become
or the truth of everything in this world
the knowledge of how many people on this boat licking their wounds
by rubbing it in the same salts
and hurting eachother equals nothing solved

sex and diamonds of the media
target of puberty
babysitter of the media that never grew up
to transform into the prince from the frog
so back into the pond
back into the pond
psychological grudge of the masses we all victoms of
sexual addicts
craving to suppress our individuality
cigarettes and drug abuse
when all i wanted was to be me

psychological grudge of sex and diamonds
consumer of denying how unbelievable i be

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It's Raining Even When It's Not

It's raining even when it's not. 

I walk down a path,
A path of few steps.
Steps that lead to a future,
A decided future.
Decided not by me.

As I go along it,
I think I should feel sun,
But all I feel is rain.

I look around and I see none.
But I feel it prickling against my skin.
Hitting me slightly,
But hitting me still.

I'm drowning,
Drowning in it's amounts.

It's raining, even when it's not.

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God's Winter Stage

Beautiful to view,
Magnanimous and scenic,
Gingerbread houses with snow covered  trees ,
Blessed by diversified weather,
Cool and refreshing,
The crisp sound of the snow as you walk,
Sidewalks clean and sanded,
The sound of cars and buses our good friends,
We are a civilized species of the Lord,
Dependent on our belief of God,
The restaurant a haven for companionship and delicious foods,
God's winter stage, we are guests of good will.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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An instrument of beauty,
poetry is art at its best
with its verses of passion
penned with love
in assorted and variegated
metrical composition
with sublime and
aesthetically satisfying flow.

It is a creative exposition 
that unfolds and enlightens
with enchanting constructs 
the demonstrative and
effusive characterization 
of language by utilizing, 
promoting and bestowing 
the nature and power of words.

Proclaiming ideas and ideals
of principled excellence
with creations anew
and history of old,
poetry exhibits an appetite
for knowledge and wisdom
and a profound propensity 
for purposeful revelation
with an insatiable desire
for intimation and meaning
displayed with heartfelt emotion.

With its aspiration to show case
in magnificent scribal splendor,
poetry entices and compels
the artist and consumer
to explore and transcend
imagination and intrigue,
and solicit introspection
with unfathomable penetrating thought 
that is calmed by grace and elegance.

Philosophical and spiritual,
entertaining and healing,
poetry commands laughter and tears
or sorrow and joy,
Its clamorous and powerful
phonologically expressive morphemes
can awaken and stir passion and romance
or summon logic and reason.

resplendent in wisdom, 
captures love,
inspires hope,
provoke curiosity,
resonates drama,
evokes mystery,
uplifts spirits
and expresses grief.
So magnificent,
so powerful,
so wondrous
is the nature and
the majesty of poetry.

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things i should not have done

There’s a chance i took 
to make you very disappointed 
pretty much disrupted the kindness and tossed the patience 
a glass under the tap, emptying for something colder i guess 
the tag that i came with did not bear the warning, “Do not remove” 
an admission that some things i do with my freedom, can remove me 
can place me where i make sense to everyone around me 
as long as there’s distance there 
i get it now, fully understood 
the smiles around me as of late are perhaps for a mind perceived as lost 
Or, then again, an email about how i will 
“never. . . be right about peoples’ opinion” 
i have no loss for fear in my heart 
and gain from the strange we grew up in 
opinion is an onion 
so many write about for obvious layers 
i choose to be the farmer 
filling baskets and not worrying about what’s under the skin 
peel that back and try crying again 
like only you could, last time you did something bad

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Nature's Son {Trois Par-Hut}

<                                                  winds gallow
                                          o ~ speak out thou shallow
                                       in ancient magnitudes of whispers

                            wrapped in sparkling gems but that of more crisper
                               embracing majesty like re- known spun hipster

                                 and thy O~ answers babbling tongue
                                           symbols of new births young

                                                       nature's son

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Understand life

      Understand life
The more I know,
I realise,
I don't know,

When I learn,
Something new,
I realise,
 what I never knew,

Makes me realise,
That non is perfect,

All human is useful,
In diverse ways,
For all to live and,
Understand life.

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she now knows love
love, not a lifeless thing
that she used to talk about those days
while carrying a backpack
full of books and binders

a mustang she wanted to drive
symbol of success and speed
a perfect blend with boom
and the ooze of black-gold

but today for her
only one thing that matters
living with a man
sharing his failure
to graduate from a high school

that teaches not techniques
to survive that stoppage
of an upward movement
and a free flow of more
her achievement
she carries with care
as if holding the first university degree
that will open the greater door
to a doctorate
to walk around with a prefix
before her name

now she smiles, inside
every time she feels that kick
a little stretching
in that cozy cave
intricately decorated convocation hall
calling him, her baby
while feeling that wall, outside

her boy will soon graduate
to enjoy her love
her success, her own graduation
to that new title – Mum

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Viking Kenning's field

where bones are picked cleaned by talons crook's of raven-wives                                      like steely ice-picks dripping of the Valkyries                                                              verb-thieves of morpheme drain the meaning                                                                    through sunken wind-eyes of cloudy skulls in the sky                                                         the bearer of speech-figures  forums of a Norman's-ransack                                       shutting one's eye bare-shirts run away                                                                            to rid hawk's ground of Kenna's-abode
yore's measure-tree nigher are's not having                                                               scrapes-inn but all are vital framers-anvil lost tropes of the metaphor                                 this saga was shy not a peep from windows of the folk                                                       so now  I must not cut but again write not to RE:WRITE                                                     so some can better see learning knew ways breaking yokes                                          free verse at first but now a inquisitive rhyme                                                             Word meanings fly away through  windows of time                                                      snatched by Harpy's torn from memory                                                                   buried in the field of a long ago rhyme                                                                            but digging deep you find teasures stolen by Valkyries                                                      like a grotesque pic surely strown by death's scythe                                                      arm loads of gold stored ready weapons for another warrior                                       which in another time may be erased but not today hold the sword's wife                         writing again holding high and protecting the courier of the quarrier                                by word of scop not to stop but increase your scope

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King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon

                                               What The Hell For

                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war

                                                 What The Hell For

                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 


                                                 What The Hell For

My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War

May All R.I.P.



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All To Be Content

TV- you see allot of dumb stuff, 
 you hear their commercials… 
clever, yet they holler, isn't this enough, 
they bombard you with paid infomercials, 

We’ve turned it off, switched to DVD's 
an our computer, xbox came an gone, 
they changed to reality, pushing BVD's 
we collect our movie CDs, too, hang on, 

News is all about current fear 
another device they have in use, 
sure, we want to stay current to hear 
weather, crime, meds, world event news, 

TV, pods an our music is essential 
pageants also game shows, soaps too, 
late night talk, comedy central 
entertainment, see us USA, what we do, 

Also radio will always be here... 
what else will they use, brew or invent, 
what will get us back in our lounge chair 
food, fashion, gadgets, all to be content

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Educating Ego

By what labyrinthine repetitions,
by what agile, precise divisions,
by what accretions, do we compile
a life's arcane hieroglyphs,
its subtle, unmathematic mysteries?
What cold calculus shall we yet invent
to construct the introspective model?
What distribution curve, what standard deviation,
shall predict the time remaining on atomic clocks
'tll we exist entirely in a universe of our own creation?
Shall we make of stars mere red-shifted
spectral lines on photographic plates?
Will heartache be reduced to sine waves,
mapped by styli on graduated rolls
revolving in precise concurrence
with computed average biologic rates?
Shall we expunge the record from the file,
shall we precipitate a system crash?
What key shall be called escape and which restore?
What impulse shall span the neural gap,
what synapsis presage what deity?
And will there be a world left to explore?
Will we stop to soliloquize?
What obeisance shall we require?
Piety is no mark of barren earth and rocks,
nor of sterile wind and raging fire.

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half full half hungry peasants

Kings always rule
princes always marry,
jewels of royalty 
always glow through
castle windows

feasting and feasting,
plotting the next war scheme.

the poor smell the duck, the 
peasants dream of 
beheading the commander 

souls onced plan to unite for a
cause larger than themselves,

that day is lost 

now we glorify their
stuffing feast

the feel of fitting in with them 
makes you warm inside like a 
of whiskey.
you are connected with the
fame and fortune; but never
invited to a ball 

tuning into your idols, 
they have no recollection of 
who you are.
time is wasted on a 
meaningless mirage 

keeping the peasants happy, 
with their half eaten chicken 

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The Mall Game

Listen and watch, study and learn, 
the smallest to the largest, average to the brightest of human brains, 
turn them lose to play 
The Mall Game. 

It starts simply with a stroll down a mall street, delectable treats, 
known as stores line the way, their best ware displayed in all its grandeur, 
hoping to lure the unwary player 
in The Mall Game. 

People of every size and shape, education and income  
are equal when they start down the mall street, 
will soon become definable  by the amount of their spending, 
in The Mall Game. 

Entertainment is cheap, drop off the kids, let them congregate and meet, 
with security walking the mall street beat, it is much safer than the city streets, 
they are always welcome, usually the biggest spenders 
in The Mall Game. 

Everywhere you look signs say buy from me, 
an accommodating player takes the bait,
demolishes their budget in one mall sweep, 
a more frugal player, hesitates, waits, will soon suffer the same fate.

This is a game of stop and go, you enter a store one of two ways, 
look and wonder, or, select and pay, 
whatever the choice the next stop is just down the way. 

In The Mall Game a penny earned is a penny spent, 
if funds run short, it becomes a plastic day, 
and, if all else fails, there is always a company in a lending way. 

In The Mall Game the object is spend, to continue to shop until  
you reach the malls end, this is the game we play again and again, 
the only winners those who play the game; 
a penny earned is a penny saved, 
they will be back and win again, 
the rest will continue to fall prey, 
in The Mall Game. 

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Get a F---------ing Poetic Life and leave me alone--losers

When I see say saw saunter suck the poetic
pilferings on this site, I rear back and wonder why 
there is no sentient sanctioned sickness
that benefit brash bountifuls 
coporeal clasmic clippings clasping
amiable ambient anticdodal antics
delivering didactic dildo diversitiers
exiting anal exo entrinsic skeleto
scanismic sanctinomalities saying
kissmyassmuss as u r no
poeticealismuss with no talentpuss
wordless, relentless, assusmus, rediculopuss, 
candorlessmuss, patternmussless, 
assinemusless, predicator, massless 
mentorless, missled poetic mirror maggot. Hi, I write
because my friends will sound me out as a mentioned motion 
member  paid for life lifer all expensespaid 
with no real being bing given to look at me as a 
loaftime commrade given to special poetic privilidge
barushka boris and natashsa! Pravada primrose paradies predelivered
postumastively pastored to  a patterened
priority let me tell u that your stuff stinks from 
Azore to Zinc with all the innnnnnnate idiocracices
to zoozanyzillnill nothings nounce nill neverences to 
keep yr stupid sanguine sillo syallble sayings 
to your inner gonadial gofferings as u say nothing
in your asso sin cycle of I Me Mine importonto
life is everything piss portal of premise promise. 
Sorry, don't believe a word of it and keep it to yrself as 
a premium member, screw thyself and one another
let the poetic pleasure begin if u have half a brain and 
that half is fecal froth 

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The first step to gaining knowledge is to recognize one's own ignorance.
To take a stance against stupidity even if it means standing alone.
The second step to gaining knowledge is to inhale a world wind of knowledge
and exhale understanding.  To fly on the winds of wisdom.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven

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Lets return our weapons

Never happens never 
Never mourning 
Never cries  
Never losing angels

Let’s return our weapons
Save our children from madness
Losing innocence lives 
Our shame to bear in life

Unless no such law will protect

Let’s make our country
Free of bearing arms  

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It’s what you think as much as what you say, although…
If one is careful not to shout racial slur… 
Then you cannot stop them thinking it, not so?
This issue is stereotyping, corrupt the flow…
Not by heavy handed punishment…
Or jail house confinement…
But by education and awareness, to understand it’s causes…
Let’s teach the new generation racial tolerance…
Because unconscious racism can exist in all of us… 
Getting to the root of the problem…
Needs to be discussed and not to be afraid of them…
It’s not whether you think he/she is a racist or not…
But their racist opinion been inside connect the dot… 
People’s racist opinions about another of a different color haven’t changed…
So let’s tackle the cause, and the reasons, ideas we can exchange…
Because, he/she is no different to English Football’s Luis or Terry…
Just as we all are unconscious racist, scarrrrrrrrrrrry…

©Copyright November 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

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Distant voices through a window
Steamed up with thirty nervous breaths
And the thunder of a pencil dropped
Like a twig  falling  in a pond

The silence is choking, a penalty
Awaits the boy who dares call
His friends for help.  You pass or fail alone.
clock ticks are a measure of
the time left to prove your worth

The pens scratch in controlled fever
As the white paper yawns before
And the ink is squeezed unwillingly
From a pen tip wet with sweat.

The exam drowns everything for a moment
You must pass the testing.
Fifty years on another test
May depend more or less
On the way you handle this stress

But far off horizons cannot intrude
At the moment in youth when
The date of Napoleon’s death is crucial
Time crawls for you, races for another.

You are the sole oarsman in this
boat: which is all
Your life  -
For now

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Winter Destiny

Winter fresh, crisp and clean,
God's dessert for mankind,
Delicious experentially,
The mountains you ski,
Toboggans and sleds,
A swift passage to tomorrow,
The snowman and snow forts,
A favorite passtime,
The days of maple syrup and pancakes,
The pioneers making us welcome,
With their traditional old-fashioned ways,
The blessings of our God.

Author: Gwen von Erlach

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You may doubt yourself and your capabilities,
But you’ll soon see just how awesome you are.
You may not know how or where to start,
But that’s okay. Allow YOUR vision to guide you.
You may be nervous and/or scared,
And that’s okay too. Breathe! This is all new to you.

Long hours
Lack of support from others

Don’t allow ANYTHING to hinder you!
Keep your vision alive, no matter what.
Work smart, and stay committed.
Discipline yourself in everything that you do.
Keep your eyes on the prize. There’s a winner in you!

You can’t afford to give up. That’s way too easy to do.
Push your way through in spite of it all.
You’ve gotta make your dreams a reality.
Don’t stop because things may get rough.
Think of how you will feel when it’s all said and done.

Accomplish what you’ve set out to do.
Keep your attitude in check, and stay positive.
Remind yourself of why this is important to you.
Don’t ever stop believing in yourself!
A negative mindset is sure to derail you and your dreams.
Rise to the top! Don’t stop until you can say these 3 words:


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Why Do You Weep

Why do you weep oh gentle One?
Why do you cry out when alone?
Even more, why are you silent when you go out?
Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away?

Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say?
Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care?
Do you truly feel alone this and every day?
Do you fear what more, next will come your way?

Know I am here… Though we will never meet.
Know my troubles are also great.
Know I too, cry only when alone.
Know I am just like you, my friend.

I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain.
I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away.
I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop.
But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God.

Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost.
Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn.
But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail…
And me of course, for you were never alone.

After you have sat there and silently wept…
Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world….
There are always others like you and me.  
Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone…

Take heart when you are done weeping and know: 
You are not alone: for I am also here with you.
We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time.
My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound.
Remember life is an epic to be over come and  still:
I am here for you.

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Holy Vow

<                                             5 Vows
                                              Holy Wow


                                             Here We Go
                                            Nice And Slow

                                            Non - Violence

                                            Non -  Stealing

                                            Celibacy / Chastity

                               Non - Attachment  /  Non - Possesion

                                               Life  For  Thee 

                                               It    Must    Be

Entry For 
Deb Guzzi's
Broad Horizons

The 5 Vows Of Janism




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A bird lays an egg
She keeps it warm
It starts to crack
And it hatches, during a heavy storm

It was a beautiful Lorrikeet
You could tell mother bird was proud
So out of her own happiness
She joyfully tweeted aloud

Time to fly, little Lorrikeet
Mother Bird encourages him
So he jumps off the tree
And swoops through the sky like a queen bee

On a quiet night 
A van pulls up to the tree
A shadowy figure scales it well
And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five

Daybreak in a pet shop
He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew
Surrounded by a rainbow of birds
Name a bird and It was in view

The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence
But then they bullied him for it
Lorrikeet grew depressed
There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit

So Lorrikeet was trapped
Trapped in a cruel world of hate
One day he'll be free
But there is no specified date

But then a little girl walked into the Pet store
But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies
Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no
But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show

Then something is spied in the corner of her eye
The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage
The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds
Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd

The little girl decided for ages
Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages
But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute
The Little girl said it was a lovely toot

And so Lorrikeet was chosen
Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child
Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow
He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow

I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to
live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)

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Good Twists

the right notes, rhythmically in place, entice the held and unrefined to become free... matching the speed of attention like a turned head facing the horizon, pondering in solitude the multitudes, feeling strong twisting waves like love. we have no control. and the speed of that realm cannot compare, the timing is beyond perfect, unavoidably implicit, becoming that horizion... the wind... and smiles... and eyes... how can we hold onto this?

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Let the fate decide

Let the fate decide 
I write not knowing of what comes
Not realizing the facts
Am not ready for the pain that is on his way
On his way to let down many hopes
To injure many souls 
To stop the proud of one another
I am asking if God could give me a chance 
To prove that I am worth the victory 
To study more harder
To close the lights rarer 
To give the ones I love a hug 
To give them my pride, my tiredness 
My hope for another day to come
And I be the one 
My ears are hearing voices fighting 
For what is right or wrong 
I really wish 
If an angel could fall from the sky 
And remove my eternal pain 
And give me a life I could smile in 
Give me a name, to live with
Give me a tissue to wipe all my tears away 
To miss the love of my parents 
And they’re respect for one another
Would give me a reason to live each day with
To give me a reason to fight for 
If there was angel 
Who would do all this? 
Who would send God my Prayers? 
And send God my begs and hopes for forgiveness
I wish, wish simple word, hard to make 
 Hard to achieve,….
Will the angel send my prayers 
Send my begs 
Send my hopes of forgiveness
Give me the love, honor ,name ,and… the reason to fight , to live
This life that has no justice….

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Feverish Pigs

Dizzy gratitude in the laze of noon,

Ink parading splendour on sheets of paper,

Gone is the beautiful world,

Reduced to minute filigree,

And hello to grades of redshift ladder,

Ascend my passion to prestige,  where

Lecturers’ preaches are to the deafs,

Words come in sleepless thousands,

Words within words  in disillusion,

Oh imagine the look on inspired immortals,

Seeing us digging in slavish faints, for

No pot of gold. No pursuit of searing passion,

Just a piece of paper at the end of the rainbow,

Seeds of knowledge to sow, an echoed

Numbness in cavernous silence,

Our lives a game of chasing tail,

Awaiting the end of a sentence.

Time’s up. Stop writing.

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Where is Hollywood, by the Way?

Red River overflows ...
North Dakota everyone knows
Where are all the movie stars aid?
Where are their phony dramatic shows?
North Dakota helped to build them up too,
that is why we cite this review.
Where is their help and fanfare?
Why haven't they traveled there?
Where is their help?
There are dire needs...
Perhaps they'll come, after the water recedes.

Copyright McCuen 2009

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Spring Sculpture

God's kingdom unfolding slowly,
Each tree and green leaf,
Reaching to greet the day,
A robin sits on a long branch,
Singing a beautiful song,
A blue jay spreads its' wings,
While sitting on a pine branch,
Nature to be admired and adored,
The faded grass restored again,
Appearing a dark lush green,
White snowdrops and purple crocuses,
Spring in bloom beautifying God's kingdom.

Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Invisible Chains

When you think your alone I’m actually there. . taking away your freedom and your not even aware.

Its better this way with you not knowing, as if our true face was to show, well that would be the end of the plan as we know.

So do us a favour and keep working your 9-5 watching our T.V thinking you’re alive.

The truth of it all is we run this show and even if we told you no better people would know! 

As most aren’t wise they do as there told, makes them feel secure. . Its psychology of old, an as we both know sheep do not lead  . . but follow!

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What is this world coming to ,many falling short,some snort cocaine, or shoot heroin up their vain,some kidnap, some kill, some take pain killers, to kill the pain, why not throw the governments advil down the drain, and call the lords name,many fall short of who they should become, to the door of success they have lost the key ,they were focus on drug,pain,fame,money,anger,and the enemy, truly some times you become your only true enemy, What has this world become, many succumb to the cold,people sell their soul for riches and gold, behind curtains ,dark,dusty,filthy and demonic story's hidden, but secretly heard through the grape vine, I contemplate as I sip my grape wine. The youth in my world dose not take time, to take shine, I will be sure to take mine, we must accomplish something, before the doctors say flat line, the world is fading away in gloomy clouds filled with ruins and trash bins, where is the janitor, who seeks the janitor and savior, the ruler of our lives, the lord he can clean it all up, but still no one looks up and pray, or just simply say lord help me today, instead ignorance display as many disobey his commandments in every way.So today I must say, this world is heading to destruction, drowning in the devils concoction, hot lava eruption of failure and destruction, lead by corruption, interruption, the devils seeds, they grow in souls until they bleed, our world is starved and can't breath, or exceed these evil deeds and creeds, on top of this heat I pray, on thin ice.Parents struggle, to pay the rent, there back is bent, how much can the poor vent, to the government, the food in the fridge is little and a little child in the room, falling to sleep on a empty stomach,in a empty world,the only thing he had to eat, was the words of his mothers hope ,as she trys to cope down this slippery slope,of the devils soap. What is the world coming to, black on black crime, with little education how can you define, the true sublime image of life, the government suppresses and undresses us in the cold, I am tired success is bob wired by the governments structure ,the structure is poor, no wonder we see people laying on the city's floor, In this world I have nightmares , wake up the better image, what has this world become..........

Say this out loud...


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crab in the kitchen sink

i am a Dungeness crab with my claws
now strapped with rubber bands, my food
and my hiding hole taken away, leaving
me seated in someone else’s  kitchen sink

sinking with my manuscripts, pens, papers
and pencils to my death like a doomed rapist
murderer ready to walk, nay, sit on the electric
chair, soon to be flushed out as staunch stink

but even here i have not lost my control
to give, to give self as food, age old whine
my writing in heart, that poem, my protest
against being a puck in the skating rink

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Twinkle twinkle, little star,
93 million miles far.
Giver of light, supporter of life,
energy, climate and season device.

The sun is a star, we're glad it is here,
as our life support, for 5 billion years.
This star is among the brightest in space,
though close, many questions about it remain.
With violet ,orange, and reddish of hues, 
our home solar system pivots on you.
8,000 degrees of Kelvin heat,
elements of Hydrogen and Helium meet.
Over 100 times the size of the Earth,
rotating once is a seven day turn.
The first of three layers is visible light,
the thick photosphere is a veil of white.
The atmosphere there is a plasma in ways,
which emits a series of wavelengths and rays.
A more defined trait are the patches of dark,
Sunspots are cooler, magnetically charged.
These spots tend to vary and alter in shape,
every 11 years, new cycles take place.
Solar cycles can affect the weather on Earth,
filters and color are how they’re observed.
Direct observation can damage the eyes,
I'd advise that precautions be sought and applied.
The heat is supplied by a core via fusion,
and exits as energy and light distribution.
Plasma is also among things released,
Solar Flares on the surface are a common sight seen.
All around they emit rays, X and UV,
which frequently jam radio frequencies.
Close to the sunspots, the flares can be viewed,
particles majestically travel in loops.
The Sun, like the Moon, is a welcomed companion,
life without it cannot be imagined.

Twinkle twinkle, little star,
93 million miles far.
Giver of light, supporter of life,
always shining, through day and through night.

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Dream Collection 3 And a Real life Experience Friends

Dreaming shows you many hidden things in your mind; it opens you to alternative thinking…
What are friends? Are friends someone you can trust? What is trust? What is trusting? I've always asked myself this, but never really answered it... Friends are always something I have struggled with.

How does someone become your friend? Is it an unspoken thing? A mutual agreement? A strive to be popular? Or is it a feeling that everyone has?

Throughout my elementary years I had 6 friends. Brandon, Mattia, Isaac, Matthew, and 2 girls, Emily and Sydney. When I hit 5th grade, Isaac, who was my best friend, moved away.

I had one big problem, people who I saw as friends, weren't really friends. There were a lot of things said behind my back and people would use me as a fall guy.
Onto my dream...
My dreams as a kid, before I trained myself to lucidly dream, were, as far as I knew, real. And to be honest, for the most part I don't know what was a dream and what wasn't... 

I remember the new "cool" game to play was ZAP... If you don't know what zap is it is pretty much you put a name on a  hand and a time and they can't look at it until that time or they must ask them out. This also happened to be the time the term "gay" had hit my school, so I had a guys name written on my hand. So once I found out what it was I went and washed it all off. so as we went back in class everyone who fell to peer pressure which was pretty much everyone but me got in trouble.

Now I told the teacher I had it at one time but I washed it off at lunch because Iw anted to be honest.... She just said that was the right thing to do.... But everyone started laughing at my calling me gay and such because it was a guys name... So when asked who satarted it someone said ask the gay kid.... Well of course I got blamed with it so I was sent to the principal with not one, but two reasons to be in trouble... I woke... got ready for school, and as I was getting to school guess what I saw? A new friend, and its name was Zap.....

What is a true friend? Is it someone who will stand for you? Someone who is always there? Do you have a true friend? Do you trust that person? Now answer that again, do you really? Ask yourself a third time, how do you really know they are your friend?

P.S. Thank you all for all the support, I have really appreciated all the positive feedback on my work... Jarrod D.~

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Rare Book

Curator rings last bells
Closing for the night

In a deep dark sea
Behind blackened windows
Lies shelves in mystical infatuations
Where rare tomes must dwell away from modern day
Among ancient particles of manuscript saturation 
Mysteries here they have no end
But, initiate in the middle of a murder; suicide
Drama, gradually unfolds as volumes friend
Forever reaching into mind

But, when romance grows placid or even thinks to die
That’s when passion for adventure begins
And the creator’s world comes to life
Swashbuckling across the places
Of both space and time
Islands are the pages
Where all are meant to be
But, the concern is for that something
A hope, for enlightenment inside thy keep
It’s a hand that simply chooses wise
Either, mingled fantasy or truthful care
A will to be cast away or thrills abound
Is the self among folios rare

Become the one held captive
Adrift in compelling song
Following upon knowledge
A walking traveler
That soon, will begin to run
Ageless secrets
And heroes
Do exist
Do them justice
Merely, turn a page
Of any book

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Just a bit of meditation

If greed had not been passed down by generation 
If love and peace had not been reduced to confiscation   
If the rules of government had not been trapped through the lamination 
of corruption
Leaves no room for imagination
God forgot about creation
Hope is lost in legislation 
Money runs our formation
Not given enough consideration
Hold loved ones close in the gestation 
Of the clowns who run our nation
Don’t think about the population
Oil runs through my circulation
Cut me open to reduce inflation
Masses controlled by the spread of propagation 
Minds thinking about increasing production
Not wondering about the function
To create reconciliation 
That will erase all detestation
World becoming one at the disintegration
Of hate that causes annihilation  
But we’re wrapped up in materialization 
No one thinks about moderation 
Losing the point of our conception
Watching love burn by cremation
Cultures watching their own elimination
Taken over by globalisation
Not thinking about our obligation
To bring an end to this violation 
So we can all live without feeling exclusion
Wondering what caused our distraction
As we sit in front of the television
Open your minds to this jurisdiction 
That is causing devastating afflictions
Not enough vaccinations 
To cure the spreading contamination
Children suffering from starvation
Don’t tell us it’s a peace mission it’s an invasion
Millions face extermination
Treated like an insect infestation
Super powers don’t care about liberation 
Please understand that war is not a celebration
Just because it creates an augmentation
In the economic foundation 
It’s still a disgusting molestation
Of the purity in civilization
Weapons cause death not constructive conversation
Bombs exploding cause fragmentation
Of emotions such as adoration
Synonym for love respect and devotion
The cry for peace should not be answered with explosions
Raise your hand if you agree with this motion
Was this the point of evolution? 
Ever increasing pollution
Creates a growing irritation
In the system of respiration
Symptoms close to asphyxiation  
Don’t breath in its like suffocation
This is not an exaggeration
This is not a fabrication
This is just a demonstration
Of how we caused our own obliteration
Passing on a bit of education 
Through the form of communication
Hope there's been some concentration 
Thanks for your appreciation 

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Prisms Holes

       Prisms Holes

Holes in my shoes
Black holes in the universe
Hole in the heart complete
And in the teeth
Create rainbows on the soul

Prisms bend the truth
Dance on a beam of light
Colors fracture in a curve
Seldom see reality or its worth

With empty pockets
Holes don’t know where they are
Disoriented, fall in too deep
Hold on to poverty
Illuminate tomorrow

*(These holes have 27% fewer cavities over the other leading brands fighting tooth decay.)
(This poem is NOT FOR CONTEST or dental use)

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DESTINY.....IS HER NAME...........  

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The Well Seasoned Cauldron

I am a smoldering cauldron of verbs
Confined in a disturbing squadron of nerves
So I use a glistening array of words
To keep them listening as they observe

Attempting to explore lifes tabooed pleasures
So tempting these doors like much wooed treasures
Unwilling to ignore resembling intense peer pressure
Willing to mentor the cunning presence of a hustler

Adamantly grasping for more precise understanding
Savagely gasping no advice just demanding
Carving patterns in your mind like a space ship landing
A starving lantern but I shine so I dont need handling

In death words become unequivocally timeless
So my breath wont succumb to the blantantly lifeless
If our lives have a code we are not who designed it
Will we survive to decode bet the answer is priceless

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Life is a place of total learning
As we go through life
We pick up everything, the good and the bad
It is now left to us as individuals
To separate the good from the bad
In order to shape our future to what we want it to be

Life is a place of decision making
Whether good or bad, we face the consequences
If it is good we enjoys the benefit
If it is bad we suffers the setback
But no matter what we still need to move ahead
In order to accomplish what we came to the world to do.

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Get a Life

'Get a life'
arrow-words, jarring, ripping the womb
of reality.
and the entrails of possibilities gush forth
to form redemptive streams.

'Get a life'
Drill-bit words, tunnelling iron mountains
like a train given new life, like a train
given new life.
Shouted words
dashed against prior knowledge,
striking a fitting richochet.

The man in the mirror
picks himself up,
dons his courage and begins a new trek
on the trail of time.

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Distinction Righteously be Picturesque

We poured into a large bowl called Earth
Where all the pomposity of the nation rests in the outlets of self narcissistic
The rigors of high nationalism born from a pride in the name of race and nation
Not infrequently conduct the leadership headed  to the wrong way ...

We with the miscellaneous of stereotypes 
Become the benchmark of a certain behavior
Make our own brand as if it had been patented by our nature
A birth which supposed to destroy all the barriers and unify

A synergy that should be purified
Adorn every corner by dismissed our own selfish
Turn your self but turned no mess
Achieve the spectrum, create the rainbow

The differences will not brings us in any despicable
Nor make us even better than others
Due to our differences we complement each other
Due to the differences we understand each other

Don't make any excuses for the differences
Don't depart your self into a paradigm which merely been relative
Make the differences become a decent things to be heard
And beautiful as it seen though it's hard

Author's Note:
Represent my concerns over the war of Palestine and Israel which finally reached their agreement to finish the war.

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"if you prick us,
Do we not bleed?
If you tickle us,
Do we not laugh?"

Your crime filled eyes
Stare upon me
As if..
As if I were the devil.

Your hateful smiles,
Evolve into meere sneers.
Your fingers point,
Your smiles spit,
Your mind mocks,
But you choose no different.

"I am a Jew"
I suffer,
I'm called 'dog'
An yet...
You run to me
For money.

"I am a Jew"
Your society 
Is my jail.
I'm imprisoned 
By your rules,
Your religion.

"I am a Jew"
You hate me
Not for my looks,
For my house,
Nor my words...
And most certainly
Not for my money.

"I am a Jew"
Alone, deserted
Even by my own daughter,
With no where to go
No one to love...
And only Christians to turn to.

"I am a Jew"

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Harsh Lesson

against my desk I lay my weary head
ailing of sully thoughts.
the prediction of an angry ruler,
a shadow above me.
dreading to rise and face the wrath,
the answer unknown-
or flown to a place of respite.

words boom, resounding,
demanding explanation.
then, a vengeful blow
lands solid upon my back.
bored slumber now gone,
stripped painfully away.

the problem child,
face to face
with harshness,
makes learning
instead of wonderment
and joy.


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The Drive

One must ascend approximately
Ninety-eight hewn stone stairs
To reach the hell that is
Forgetting what it means
To live at the bottom of the hill
Or one may forgo this education
And travel swiftly up and down
By automobile
Naming this purgatory life
And eternal bliss a television
Viewed from a leather couch
Artfully turned away from the window

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The Upcoming Storm

A decahedron of politic complaints
with *intolerance being a number one disgrace
followed in quick succession by *hate 
*bigotry and *religious reprobates.
The coup de grass which comes in fifth
is *the dominance of man and unwise choice?

The all too obvious *lack of Universal “spine”
when righting injustice of any kind.
*A lack of stewardship for the earth
should place amongst the very worst
of politic complains I decree, 
what can be worse than pollution at sea
Perhaps, the *gendercide of the third world?  
Millions of girl children killed every year
As Man rules, the earth's females fear.

*Lack of education a slave doth make
And still it exists for *greed’s sake.
Now, this bring our decahedron
of politic complaints around to the beginning
of the human rat race. 

Start where you will, any side of this form, 
for they all can be first
First….to start the storm………

*EACH of the 10 issues is marked *

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Try Harder

Walk hard, stand tall dream big, or don't at all nobody there, to push you along hold it steady, stay strong I've said it more times than I can count I've been down I've been out I've thrown it all away a time or two before I keep getting back up and begging for more pain and struggle so I push my efforts to the double Seems the harder that I try the higher that I fall leaving no room for wonder if I gave it all my all I keep pushing steady ready for the end only thing I ask you is to pay some heed, my friend

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Baby Thoughts

            Baby Thoughts

Hugs are babies’ first official language
Followed by triangles, circles, with assorted symbols
Infants pay special attention to white pillows and quilts
Sleep is always on their minds
Flowing over yellow ribbons of light and energy
Babies contemplate squares and rectangles lifted from the fog
They think about animals as fury toys and perceive them thusly 
Images come slowly and they focus on shiny things
They feel their tiny fingers and toes to stay in touch
Letters and numbers are foreign to them now
Yet they understand some things about them in their world
Pink and white dreams of billowy clouds bounce by
They think to take this ride a lot
Streams of life with limited visibility color in the blurs
Shapes of things to come take form in these meanderings 
They know two mountains warm with riches wait for them
Breasts filled with vitamins and milk
They cling to these mounds for nourishment
They rest their heads and think goo goo gaa gaa
It is the foundation of a doctoral dissertation later in life
While mothers voice flows over them like thick warm honey
Babies think of deeper sleep

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Untitled #308 / Universal gravitation and the human heart

Oh constant Things! By Newton’s law of universal gravitation,
everything in the universe is attracted to
every other thing. If only the human heart
would obey this simple principle, there would be no need
for heartbreak, for pain, for mortal strife,
for impotent words that fall on no ears that matter.

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The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist


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Old Man

            Old Man (Splintered)

On the walk, the one with wood, along the dunes, a time to saunter
Shoes with old holes on soles now prehistoric
Clip and clop along the winter boardwalk
In the shoes is slender Sam who slides along the boards
Footwear held together with some threads and prayer
Feet too heavy to lift, due to gravity or perhaps a gentler nature
The old man sits to smell the ocean salt and pelican mist
He sits to feed the pigeons some stale official bread from his own kitchen
Rising from the bench becomes a task for cranes and tractors
Bulldozers are needed to lift the spirits
Sam holds on against the winter wind, filled with concrete hollows
Holds on to rails provided there
He retreats into his shell he calls his life
Picks up a splinter with an ouch along the way 
Through his unholy holes exposed to nature and the wood
Perhaps it is prime time to buy new shoes or soles


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Austrian Splendour

Praise to the beautiful mountains and lakes,
The humble log abode that provides a home,
Where the parents and children of Austria live.
The wooden table where they sit and dine,
Delicious foods prepared, freshly baked bread,
Cheeses and cakes and cookies,
Dinners cooked to perfection,
The bright dirndls the women wear, 
And the lederhosen worn by the men,
Evenings of good music and singing,
An exquisite destiny to visit again.

Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Chapter 12 Annihilation

The Tragedy of Humanity is the Monoku of us failing to believe you
Is This Greed be ye Acrostic for not knowing the Gnostics 
Molding Most be the boast in Senryu saying you can’t tell me what to do
Excommunicating Faith is a Tanka for those who sank 
Insanities Calamities in this Enclosed Ryhme regarding to our binds
Sinful Are These Ways considers what we forgot in this Rubaiyat
No Righteousness In a Senryu for those who forgotten about you
Oligarchies Creating Hate in each and every state be in Enclosed Ryhme 
Worshiping Vanities is a Lanterne telling you to burn
Ruthless Deceptions be a Fibonacci trying to drown the mariachi
Evil Enemy Tricks informs of a constructive fraud in Ballade
Trouble Moving is trouble grooving to chime in this Enclosed Ryhme
Roadside Utilities you see they are a bank of put in Tanka
Indestructible Ye told Ottava rima, praying you have the mind of
But Backsliding means deciding what zone told in Canzone
Unruly Child is for the minds of you told in Haiku
Truth Be Insight be an Ottava rima about the main man Prima
Inclined Minds is another Ottava rima about the change of time for Ye
Opportunities There Be in this Senryu don’t you see
No Matter is about the chatter in an Enclosed Rhyme for you to find
Death Be A Lady This Night ask which way is right Ottava rima
Introduction Which Leads To Reduction a Nonet seduction
Sexual Acts Meant To Distract be the private zone Canzone
Turmoil That We Struggle With is a chime in Enclosed Rhyme
Redefining Ones Plight be Ottava rima telling you to fight
Instilled In Ye Is Light another Nonet so that you don’t forget
Believing Wrong or Right asks this Enclosed Rhyme the real war crime
Undertaken Be Ye is a new flight zone told in Canzone
Transcendent In Flight is the alteration told in Alliteration
Inner Subconscious Intelligence universal relevance in Name
Outside This Reality which is for you to do discern told in Lanterne
New To Old Experience is an Enclosed Rhyme we all mime
Nay Sayers Deny Greatest Fear in Acrostic about ye the agrestic
Over Energy Transfer is Canzone about the unknown
What Will You Do is just asking you in Haiku?

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God and Me

Dedicated to them: They attacked on Gurdwara in Boston.

God & Me
‘Why ‘m I sad’? I complain,
‘Cause of your desires’ he answers.
Why ‘m I helpless’? I afraid,
‘Cause of your ignorance’ he said.
Then what’s my grief? I asked,
Your never learnt, what Guru Ravidass says,
Human body contains five natural weaknesses
(sex, anger, greed, affection & proud) 
How can a person become healthy?
A person is sad because he wants to keep them.
A person is helpless because he wants to strengthen them.
If he knows,’ Death is certain’ then why is he ignorant?
The World is mortal; he can’t take anything with him,
What he wastes his life to preserve dying things?
He needs only a suit to wear, he keeps lot,
He needs a bed to sleep, he contains extras 
And waste his energy and time, never values a Life.
God is one, it’s a puzzle, we are brother & sister, Bible says,
Forgiveness and Mercy a message for all,
Guru Nanak says,’ we suffer because we never admit’,
How can we become true if taking lot of rubbish?
Ignorance to create human barriers to stop natural growth,
To store mortal things: to ignore the values for human living.
Human body is as a Toy that operates by a battery,
Soul operates a human body, you need to recharge it
To keep you healthy,’ Prayer’ That is only a saviour’. 

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Devotional De-education

Training in a classical sense
means looking at life through an
infinite hallway lined with the
statuesque but long not remembered
at least for vision or presence
but more likely only legend whether
by grace or by downfall
A hallway endlessly in need of revolution
yet never conscious that the movement
burgeons from within and underneath
and often in the least moral of places or
This tutelage regarded as a ticket to
opine using tradition blindly as a substitute
for enlightenment and with little hope of
rotation For the religious mind-space craves
its settled location and scorns interruption
of the foolishly transcendent
Therefore to bed with the schooling whose
origin of mass itself beckons questioning for
the philosopher though no original retort is
to be found from the body that answers less
than completely

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100 Onions

                               100 Onions
                    (The absconding of the onions)
                         (Onion bandit burglary)

In Waterville Maine today the rain stayed a little longer
100 onions grown by grade school students had been stolen
The children at Albert Hall Elementary grew the veggies by themselves
With teeny tiny student hands
Nurtured them and fed them onion nutrients and water
Protected them from harm
To give them to the homeless who needed them more than life itself
We are certain, that the homeless require onions all the time
According to our sources and correspondents on the scene
They can never get enough onions on their own
The children had to save the homeless.   Save them now!
The young ones said the most distressful things like
 “I’m sad”, “I’m very sad.” And things like that
This threw the community into a whirlwind of perturbation   
Oh!  What kind of criminal mind perpetrates such a heinous act
In broad day light or any time for that fact?
Is there no decency, no justice left?  What about the theft?
What ever happened to stealing cars and robbing banks?
Isn't there more profit in those crimes?
Detectives will hunt this onion bandit down and show him justice
Perhaps at the end of a rope or headless by the guillotine
Or boiled in the chowder in New England soup, to bring him to his senses
Onion bandit burglars belong in dungeons and should be sued
We can only hope he takes the 100 onions home and cuts them open
And starts to cry for the “sad” and “very sad” young ones that he hurt
And have him pay for crimes against humanity and onions
There’s nothing worse than absconding with the onions

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Shadows in Candlelight

Feeble and hunched over
his movement stumbles
as shuffling feet echo
in the shadows
of a candle-lit
forgotten church
as the old priest
performs his sacred rituals
to a few faithful followers

A commitment to the cloth
harbourer of hidden secrets
an unclaimed inheritance
no longer passed on
the last remaining elders
keepers of unwanted wisdom
take their secrets
to the grave

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Pioneer Memories

The traditional log home,
Where each phase is a miracle.

The log furniture you built yourself,
The stone hearth where you baked your bread and cooked your meals.

The candlelight at night where you read perhaps the only book you had, the bible,
Distant days where you walked to the one room school house.

Blessed with chalkboard slates where you wrote out your homework,
Where school is a privilege as well as learning.

When I rise in the morning I think of how we have progressed,
Now we have contemporary homes and apartments.

With furniture purchased making our living space attractive,
We have appliances you switch on and off with ease.

The lights at home easy to access and turn on,
Delicious foods purchased from the local grocery store.

University and schools where education is acquired with excellence,
The library acquired and read.

Alexander Graham Bell's Telephone where you can miraculously telephone,
God's miracles for us, continues, for a moment I wished to reflect and appreciate.

Author : Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Dr Marvin Jerry Cline

Tolerated me with
relative intimacy.
He taught me my
funny one legged walk,
and let me make up my theories.
Different views
arguments with
opposing teams,
the glories of conspiracy,
he wanted me to stay 
for a few more years in Maryland.
I don't know why I left him.

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Not truly audible, visible, olfactory or tactile; Icy; Undeserving; Complicated as usual; I have faith that he is protecting me; Wheat and stars; Until I die; No matter how close I get I still want to be closer; Nobody can help me but me; L.O.V.E.; Never to be possessed; A rite of passage; The will to live; Present in a fantasy; Cold as the endless winter of the tundra; Not lustful; A mental peace that endures forever;

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Healing Waters

Harmonious and strong swimming strokes in the water,
The breast stroke a learned swim strategy.

I glide through the cool refreshing waters,
My destiny to reach the distant shore.

Then I am back moving through the waters,
The back stroke strong and inviting and clean.

I like the healing waters, like God's care on wings,
Sometimes I transcend to the butterfly stroke laboured and difficult.

Swimming like a dolphin makes me very happy,
I like diving from a moderate diving board.

I dive deep into the water surfacing again like a mermaid,
My somewhat aged system, realigning beautifully.

The Ester Williams movies my favorite,
A swimming Godess and beautiful actress.

The movie sets and costumes beautiful and elaborate,
The honour of being there in the audience. 

I reach the shore and return to my beautiful home,
Reflecting on the refreshing experience.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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The Great Black Hole Cycle

The kiss of the black hole
Purposely unknown
The galaxy it's home

Tear apart my heart
It's just a start
Feed off my remains
The ultimate creation
Giving life
Thy kingdom comes
To be undone
Hallowed Be thy name

For your the greatest power
Our small minds may conceive
It only takes a glance
At your utter magnitude
For the doubters to believe

The vengeance of the lord
Is displayed in your cycle
I wish I could be great like you
An inmovable idol

Teardrops tear away from me
And drop down to the ground
Immiscible feelings swirling
As they dare not make a sound

This is the silent killer
That lies in the end of all emotion
Spewing out unwanted light
Without another notion
This is your nature
To destroy order by your hand
Spewing out of severed chaos
That begats new foreign lands
As if you were the creator
Perhaps he resides inside
The black holes might
Drinks in the light
And reincarnates it beyond the shadows

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Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)

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Electricity harnessed inside,
reproduced thin dimensions,
does a computer chip comprise.

Analog, digital and mixed signal devices,
are the classifications these can reach,
thousands, millions of transistors within minimal sizes.

The chips and integrated circuits find home,
with conductive wiring spun,
on circuit board's copper and electric roads.

Transistors are the key, they come in many types,
considered among the greatest of inventions,
they are the chips brain, and power many a device.

Resisters are placed to prevent bridging effects,
the metallic surfaces are bound,
with solder, an alloy of tin and lead.

Capacitors store energy, pins carry a current,
through the ovens they travel,
sometimes infrared lamps play the furnace.

In 1960 this technology matured,
but chips are not restricted,
to this process, some utilize wafers.

For wafers, silicon is the canvas,
on which the portrait is painted,
low material costs and good temperature ranges to manage.
Many layers make up a wafer's scheme,
it's silicon and aluminum are gray,
but refracted light gives way to reds, blues, yellows and greens.

"Etching" is the process,
of at least two layers of electronically interconnected wafers,
mounted one at a time, cut and polished.

Inexpensive creations, roll out the line,
like a newspaper, churning out new wafers,
instead of one at a time.
The circle takes shape to help prevent brakes,
to fit in as many chips as possible,
and machines can handle them easier this way.

Look close into the heart and observe,
that human mind behind the creation,
has left us a mark of his work.

Be wary dear chip, for though you make possibilities infinite,
with your uses many, and speed fantastic,
it can prove ill, pushing those limits.

In 1956 this tool rose from the mind of man,
perfected in the 1980's, it still gains momentum,
to think, it hails from the humility of sand.

It now can be found in many everyday things,
from computers to cellular phones and cars,
and most likely whatever our future might bring.

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Excused Excuses

Excused Excuses 

Excused Excuses 

“Oh Mr. Jenkins NO eye am not rally late eye was in the information commons 
looking up the answers to my questions and getting ready for my test please 
don't make me say it.” “Yes Mr. Timid tell the class your name your own last 
name and say it fifty times.” “Like this just say “I am Timid” and let it go like 
that.” “It's just a lesson for you to learn and it will keep you from ever being late do 
you want to be late to your own funeral?” There was a quiet in the little classroom 
made for fourteen places near the door. Everyone was smiling and hard to keep 
from the guffaws for listen gentle reader to what the student had to say. “I am 
Timid fifty times.” And then the door slammed and he went away. Every eye was 
on the JENKINS man as he was heard to say, “What a delightful lad he will lead 
his troops to combat soon.” “What a delightful little man.”And in a hushed and 
softer voice Mr. Jenkins said to them “Mr. Timid is excused.” 
 Excused Excuses 

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Stand Up And Fight {Poetry In Motion}

a womans humanity remains strong
regardless of the victimization
simply stand strong to opposition

Tribute To Abused Woman
Never Give Up The Fight

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He excels in English
He excels in Maths
I'm really surprised
He's not in GATS (Gifted And Talented Students)

He excels in Geography
He excels in History
How he does
It's such a mystery

He excels in Sport
He excels in tests
I guess I can say
He's the best

He talks in class
He cracks jokes
But he excels
So he must be blessed folk


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In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.

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"The End"

How do you know what is real?
Have you ever felt that your dream intertwined with reality?
The question is: "How do you differentiate between reality and a dream?"
It might be a philosophical question, but
Each one of us has a unique answer
Don't refer to what and how philosophers answered the question
Let "yourself" be "your" own philosopher
Be the one that takes the new path
Be the one that leaves new tracks
Learn, Understand, Look, Observe, Read, Search
Ask, Discuss, Debate, Accept, Research, finally
When to believe? Now that the real question
You have to know; you have to decide, but...
Is your decision right?
You'll know in the end, and by 'end,' I mean "The End"

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Nobody Likes A Know It All Part 3 of 4

Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
(Or ... But I Know, What I Know)

... About Play-Time & Rest & Work-Shift Gears
About GOD & Laws & Holy Spirit Pure
About Faith & Hope & Man-Made Cures
Yeah, I Know of Somethings (Tho' I'm No Seer)
And No Matter What Others May Say or Hear ...

Believe When I Tell You So ...
... I Know What I Know

I Have Checked My Academic's Interior
So Furniture Where I Sat Won't Be Inferior
& So My Degrees Would Be The Perfect Temperature
And My Curriculum Wouldn't Graduate Immature
So Certificates & Diplomas Are Always Tenure

and  No Matter What The World May Throw ...
 ... I Know What I Know

I've Studied Thesis & Themes About Conscience & Jurors
Separated & Negated Both Rumors & Errors
So Wisdom's Alma Mater Would Polish My Mirror
To Reflect Seminars & Lectures Superior

and Now, I'm On An Honor-Roll
... and I Know What I Know

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

(Prov. 2: 1 - 22)
Someone Once Said That, "Knowledge Is Power"
But I Say ... Wisdom:  Is A Warrior In His Strong Tower
and Understanding:  Is An Army That Covers Its Ground
Discernment:  Is A Sentry That Watches Over Its Town

Reason or Rationale:   Rides & Reins In Wild Horses
Having Sense:  Surrounds Us In Full-Tactical Forces
A Discipline:  Is A Skill, Honed Sharp & Smart For Battle
A Lesson:  Is Instructions; Orders; & Rules That Awards Medals

Learning:   Is An Arrow That Will Reach Its Target
& A Teacher Is:  Commander, Leader, General & Drill Sargent
& A Student:  Is A Soldier and Apprentice of Them All ...
Yes, A Student Must Have The Strategy To Patrol
Yet, Always Remember - Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

Oh, See How Thoughts Are Being Taught All The Time!
Even As I Reasoned & Wrote Down This Rhyme
Like Bells That Ring or A Whistle That Blows ...
... I Know What I Know

* * * *

Humans Live For Adventure & Mystery
That's Why GOD Keeps Some Things Under Lock & Key
(Eccl. 3: 10, 11)
So, We'd Search & Seek & Survey & See
& Either Answer, 'At Last!' ... or Say, 'Enlighten Me'

and GOD Will Have Wonders To Show ...
... I Know What I Know

(Part 3 of 4)

     Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/20/2013 
      by:  MoonBee Canady

(Part 3 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of  addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way.  So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee

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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty

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Dear Mrs Brown

 Dear Mrs. Brown

Mrs.Brown my dear Teacher 
You kind of creep me out
With your smile and your hair
That secretly comfort me with in
Mrs. Brown O, Mrs. Brown
My dear teacher, Mrs. Brown
Your sugar rushes scare me
Then your homework does not!
Mrs. Brown O, Mrs.Brown your my favorite teacher
Dear Mrs. Brown

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Crying or laughing you asked me why

Crying or laughing you asked me why.
Your contest begged me unveil
The naked essence of what made me
Mad as hell at the world, or vexed with you
I hate grandstanding
And posturing for cheap popularity
People without privacy
Who think the world has nothing more to do
Than babysit their fallacy
Cloaked in self righteous songs
Of discord note.
For such a waste of suffering I cry.

And if I laugh
Let me laugh for the mother and the baby playing
Let me laugh with lovers splashing water 
Into the eyes
Blinding self until it feels a deeper sight.
And if I laugh
Let me laugh with children playing
Let me discover that you found where we keep
The child in all of us.
Play with your child in you,
Do not over mother it, smother it, control it, pander to it
For children know when they got you by the heart
And they love to play puppeteers.
I always laugh before I kiss a child with tears.

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A Student's Prayer

When I was very young,
The world was all wonder and enchantment;
Each day a waking miracle
Each night a sacred prelude
To the pageant of my dreams.

Though that time has faded now, 
Beneath the distance of the years,
My heart yearns to gains its feeling back -
And I look to you to guide my way.

Knowledge wakens wonder:
Teacher, wake me from my sleep,
Help me bring my dreams
Back to the sweetness of that long-ago light,
Unlock the door into the heaven of my mind
By showing me What Is, What Was,
And What May Be.
Open me back into myself,
Then leave Discovery up to me.

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Like raw meat, and nothing less than sushi 
It's the taste of fresh and pure unaltered flavor

It's the beginning 
the end to the past and the reason for this future
Sing the blues away and squeeze the lemon of life
No lemonade here to sweeten, its all just peachy

Quite a new day and time
or the same but better
or better but richer
or ruined with too much wasabi greed
or seasoned with the wrong vinegar
or sipped by the wrong girl

sushi makes the world a better place
and the world is a better place because of raw talent in the hands of the right people


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Doors creak
Floors squeak
The heartbeat thuds again

Fingers itch
Mouths twitch
The door swings in the rain

Open gaping
All men calling
Come the judgements passed

One last step
Towards the brink
There is but one last chance

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I'm Not Missing You At All

Whisper in ear
Bliss is  true meaning of happiness
Fragrant scents linger on pillow
Splendor when there mine alone
Tranquility sea has diminished
Dulcet smiles have now gone nil
Wafting thoughts of once was
Lilting spirits to soar again
Eloquence yet deterant
Lavender tears still cascade her cheeks

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Pyramidal Design

Tucked away in tiny alleys
Golden secrets in pyramidal design,
Tumbling layers of flats and homes
In blocks of cream and golden limestone,
Indistinguishable behind screens and doors
And built to withstand the heat and cold.
Fertile land farmed in terraced slopes
So precious it’s preserved for crops,
Animals seem hidden away
In sunken pits, not on display.
A different world in the Mediterranean,
So much so it is a haven
Of safety from the wider world,
Let’s pray it can be preserved.

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Light Energy

Distinctive deliverance,
Man has no abstract control.
Nature takes in importance.

Will nature, man ever collaborate.

Note Parise Pariku 

Written for
Sponsor ^Rick Parise 
Contest Name Parise Pariku 

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Dream Complexity

I dream of commanding my day with excellence,
To reach goals that I haven't reached before,
To marry again perhaps with excellence ,
Live in the beautiful house of my dreams,
Where all my children of every age are always welcome,
Fashions that are detailed and enhanced,
A place where the great artists and musicians bless,
Dance enhancing our everyday lives,
Theatre a guest worth welcoming,
Friends to visit for a cup of tea and lunch,
A garden where favorite foods are grown,
A piano where all my favorite songs are played,
Simply a dreamy existence with God.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Foreign On Wind And Word

            Foreign On Wind And Word 

Tie down words in yesterday’s dilemmas, gondola soft
Send them off on feathers, light as weathers messengers 
What are words but air up there in winds
Let them fly, to catch a cold or flake of snow
Who knows, maybe reason will come through
Fog might melt, lift, revealing light, awakening
Words are known throughout the world for what they are
And what they say in cultures
China replicates everything including language
Sleep now, don’t worry, float away on granite minded clouds
That keep the spirit down and grounded
Society will fill in what’s missing
In China children open up to sing
Oppression is the only song they know 
What is that word I’m looking for?
Innovation!  Worth its weight in gold
Heavy up there in an atmosphere of words
When terms fall, crash, find their way into cracks
Like facts, open on fresh minds… Invention! 
Hard is the term, loud on the solid mountain when it falls
Comets, like words, come in a flash, linger there 
When children tie them down in streams of consciousness
Volcanic boys and girls do lava dances to be free
In China children eat their rice, glance, absorb everything
There is no way of holding back on nature
Tenacity!  Is a word.  Ingenuity!  Is another
They come in streams, in balls of string, tied together
Make sense of sentences
Don’t be afraid
They are only a group of words
Composing a complete thought
They represent the meaning
Assigned to them in any nation
Created to fill young minds

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God Is In Me

I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.

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First Day

I’ll give her an apple
that’s what mom said,
Girls like apples
She’ll smile and eat it and give me a star
The others will wail and cry and growl 
I want a star 
I want a star
But she'll just say quiet and they’ll all stop
She'll say look and point to the clock
And we’ll all gather
Sit and listen 
To a tale she spins from air
Her hands moving fast and voice changing too
Captivated we sit 
We listen 
Little statues with eyes that shine
Rainbow candy falling fast 
In the land of here and past
Goblins dancing round and round
Princess locked inside the town
Big bad wolf, pigs and frogs
Pumpkin turned into a coach 
I'll raise my hand and say 
My mom said 
Girls like apples 
She will smile

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The universe

What sad provocation
with rain divination
what poverty bursts 
this dity this verse

he held his hand high
did he not touch the sky
black middle night 
these lines I did write

What purpose you ask
My mind is like cloth
Into this dispair
these thoughts do appear

Each star in the heavens
including the sun
atomic explosions 
yes each every one

each star in the night sky
is really a sun
the distance makes little
yes each everyone 

Solar mists of hidden time
the planets a roving 
the meteors climb
black night space

surrounds this space
and still we have the hidden face
black matter still unknown
when will we learn of your hidden thrown

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The Spice Of Live

A need to love, a need to be fed, a need for a safe place to lay your head.
A need to love, a need to belong, a need to know right form wrong.
A need for educaiton through committment and dedication in order to travel down the road of 

copyright @1992, 2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins

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All Thanks to Him

Walking down the empty streets,
In truth already done,
I've lost myself in dreams again as I sit in school,
I sit and sit and sit and sit,
But not a word absorbed,
It doesn't matter how long I stay,
I'm not here at all.

He laughs and laughs all at something I said,
I smile, grin in responce to him.
He's shown me not to draw from people,
Taught me how to be myself.
To dance and listen,
Learn and turn,
But no longer in my head,
Now I dance to live, and learn!

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~A Searing Tradition~

Autumn’s tortoiseshell sky
reclined across mountain’s chaise longue,
content to linger
while night stirred and rose.

A tangled weave of broken limbs
lay like nest for dragon’s sleep,
and they came, draped in woolen armour,
quilted masks pulled high
against flailing artic wind,

virgin warriors, wide eyed
tasting the wild adrenaline,
anticipating their conquests flesh
as it roasts in dying embers
of funeral pyre.

Now from the cart
frozen in fear, they carried our victim.
Alabaster skin reflecting flickering brands,
no sounds escaped his painted smile
when we placed him, like a king
upon his final throne.

A circle of stony stares
let murmurs slip,

“Remember, remember the fifth of November
gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
should ever be forgot... “

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Transitions (I Used To)

I used to be happy
But now I'm getting sadder.
I'm trying to be an optimist
But Sometimes I end up as a pessimist.

I used to be funny
But now I'm getting serious.
I try to take a joke
But they all get me provoked.

I used to like pop
But now I find it overrated.
It gets crammed down my throat
But to old school I devote.

I used to achive without trying
But now I gotta put in effort.
I'm not losing IQ
I gotta try like baby birds flying in sky blue.

I used to only care about beauty
But now I'm searching for more
I want a girl who I can pour my soul into
But sensitivity is underrated so who?

I used to only see dogs as pets.
But now I know they're sophisticated creatures.
I have two dogs who would die without me.
Every second spent with them is a treasured memory.

I used to enjoy School
But now I think It's a prison
"Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge"
"I'm trying not to loose my head."

I used to hope life would stay static.
But now I know things happen.
Everything bad thats happen I'll pull through.
The counselor's telling me that so I guess it's true.

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The Ice Delivery Man

I am tongue tied
by the ice man,
idea man.

Tongue tied
while I doubt and he
wins bets,
knows everything,

Makes up theories that
become facts.
It takes no work 
to gain an education,

He invents 
an education and
knows how
his bare ideas will 

make him rich.
I shut up.
He discourses 
when the insiders hear him.

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Language Cannibals

Consuming brain waves from plentiful touch
Exchange of sorrow, mirth, and incredulous dirges
Following the sign of the times
Discourse as it reeks from chest cavities
Angsting bloated bodies barrelled into walking murmur
You sleepy disease fungal fortunes run amiss
Runinous with divisive claims

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You were a character in my story, waiting to be played out in real life

The more he talked about his boring topics, the more I wanted to destroy his soul. Whenever he talked I felt like there was an imaginary noose wrapped around my neck, waiting for the floor below me to finally give in. 
I hated him.
I hated that he had confidence and I didn’t. 
I hated that he was always happy being around me when I can’t even enjoy my own company, alone.
He was going to school; he was going to join the navy, He was going to travel
and I was jealous.
It made me hate myself because I know that where his life is going, 
mine was 100 years behind. 
Here I am jogging in place, 
while he’s off feeling and doing things 
that I don't have the ability to feel or do.

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The Demise Of Hotel Upson

Thick cloudy sky filled with tears__woe
Crying at the swiftly passing era
No more old generation__new day
The passage into a modern time

A time all its own with difference
Whole set of problems separates it
From times that have gone by but yet__same
History tends to repeat itself

Demise of Hotel Upson brought thought
A time of reflection to many
To some joy that ugly eye sore__gone
Others landmark history removed

Today in America there is 
A church or more on every street
Evil, lawlessnes, drugs on the beats
Gangs, violence, road rage, and much more

It seems times like when the Hotel raised
Back in Nineteen twenty eight are gone 
A simple time when families, friends
Was an important part of the plan

That hotel was built solid and strong
Built to withstand the test of hard times
Who would have thought its hey-day would end
With a track-hoe beating its walls in

Its architecture was a simple 
Design Georgian Revival Style of
Red brick trimmed in limestone best in day
Had a ballroom, elevators, air

No matter it is no longer there
Gone forever to C&D landfill
No even sold to reuse the parts
That made it the best in its day__gone

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Read all about…

Why do we know
Everything that can be known
About the life and times
Of every passersby 
In the media 

Still don’t know
Who rocks the vote 
Until we are too old 
To reap the benefits
Of the cash stash
That was slashed
Back when we were

And when did it become
To know every word 
To every pop song
That breaks through
The speakers of society’s stereo 

Yet we can’t recite 
The words
That have shaped
A world unknown
To the passerby 
Of everyday life

Now here comes 
The latest news


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Due To


Due to the loss of my parent
I couldn`t go to school

Due to my lack of Education and connection
I couldn`t get a good job

I work as a peasant hawker
Due to lack of money

I have no place to lay my head
For I am poor,due to wicked and egocentric leaders

I toil morning and night all but in vain
Due to lack of knowledge

I`m lean,fatigue with shaky legs
I walk the street in a drunken style
Due to malnutrition.

I have no wife,no children
I cannot afford to marry 
Due to joblessness and penury

I was arrested and jailed
Due to my stupidity
for carrying drugs and peddling.

Huuun!oh, God!I am due for death..

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about poetry soup

Why are you always changing
without a map to be found
complicating things
my faith falls down
my comments inbox has up and dissapeared
now I must look through every poem
If your words I wish to hear
Why not just make it prettier,
With bold colors and nice font
Instead you mess with something I've been using
Since I was a child,
Its really frustrating me,
And I wonder if I should stay,
Or like my comments inbox just up and go away.

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Pigeons And Falcon

            Pigeons And Falcon

Thousands of pigeons flock to the Vatican
They are not there for Sunday Mass and prayer
But to perform aerial acrobatics
And to produce droppings from up there
Feathers follow them in the air on hot dry currents
Unpleasant summertime aromas fill St. Peter’s square
People speaking a multitude of languages stare in amazement
Follow the waves and movements of the birds in flight
And think of pigeons as nasty filthy creatures
(in their respective dialects of course)
They seek God in all His perfections and dwell on nature as they reflect  
But that is not manna falling from the heavens on arms and hair
Bird droppings fall everywhere
Enter, the noble falcon on the scene
Hungry and hunting for something delicious to eat
Like an angel or saint swooping down on a golden band of light
Pigeons act purely on reflex as they take flight
Without lofty thoughts or motives
Their brains are oh so tiny and miniscule
Not wired like that
Falcon will educate them anyway
Enforce the rules of God and nature
2 Our Father’s, 3 Hail Mary’s and a good act of contrition
Are not required as penance for their sins  
They are expelled from this paradise for dropping in
Pigeons simply don’t understand religion

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Our Brains

Our brains become somewhat rutted
Running constantly within the same track
But let someone confront with deeper wisdom
Then our lightbulb can be turned back (on)

For some it would be easier to run a mudslide
Back up the slippery slope of time
Than to get the brain to light up and burn
From new ideas, knowledge to absorb

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Magic filled the air
as she took my hand, trembling
though, I wasn't afraid
she was for I was her first.

I was quite surprised
how she took control, assertive
but, not in a dominating way.
I didn't have to walk her through it.

Dazed, I drove her home
but, I felt satisfied and content
and hoped she was feeling relaxed.
She told me she was in love, and smiled.

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i want to freeze this moment
to paste all this feelings
into one moment in time
these smells
theses thoughts
these sounds around me

the tuk tuk i am in reaches town
and from the mosque nearby
the mwadhini calls out loud
"Allah Akbar"
the faithfuls;
men in stark white robes
and women in shimmering black buibuis
hurry on
to the dome roofed mosque
for their evening swala

the tuk tuk
comes to a halt
infront of the booking office
of the bus i shall travel with
there are many other travelers
like i

i alight the tuk tuk
pay the driver
and tell him asante
after he carries my suitcases
to the place i shall sit
to wait for the bus

he drives off
rickety and noisy 
like all tuk tuks are
and i think nostalgically
that that's the last tuk tuk ride
i shall have
in a long long time to come
i doubt if they have them in Nairobi
at least not as many as here, in Kilifi

neither is the air as warm as this one
i know Nairobi will be cold
and i know i shall miss this humid air
so warm
like a lover's breath on the neck
and so teasing with scents of this and that
all of them elusive
one time there is a tinge
of the murky salty sea scent
the next
there hangs in the air
a sweet scent of feminine Arabic perfume
and then later
that of frying garlic;
somebody's cooking pilau somewhere

i feel hungry already
i shall have to buy some fries
to eat on the way

matatus pass by me
the conductors asking me if i would like to get on
i smile and shake my head
i have somewhere else to go
they speed past me

sighing, i look above
the street lights glow lemon yellow
they light the town
in a golden hue
and up above still
God's light bulbs
light up the clear coastal sky
in tiny fluorescent spots
like diamonds on a black dinner dress

and i wonder
is it possible
to touch them stars up there?

they look so far up high!

a bright one stands out
like Venus at twilight
it winks down at me
and makes me smile
they may be far
but one journey then the next
may take us closer
and closer to them

i have my own stars to touch
and my journey tonight
is another one
to take me closer to them

who knows if humans can ever touch stars?
only time will tell
i guess

*asante- swahili word for "thank you"
*mwadhini- the person who calls to Muslims at certain intervals to go to pray at the mosque
*swala-  prayer

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Favoritism Forwarding

Photobucket - Video and Image 

Let everyone know
whose on your lists
drop them a line this time to tell them
exactly where they sit on your favorites
let them know what their poem means to you while they are still alive
this is your interactive audience
your psychic sidekick
your spiritual inner workings guide

Let them know who is on your list
and then tell them to pay it forward and in a few more months 
let it spiral out again
why sit in silence and never know
who your fans are
read up on them find their tastes
and pleasures and then help define them

Let me know please
who is reading me
tell me tell me
what poems of mine do you continually re read
the future
the future
the future we aim to touch
but if we don't work together to find out the present favorites
we might not ever know much

So teach me about my writing
who is my target audience of you
drop me aline so i can find
whose reading me and why
and what i can do
to entertain you
and the future in a better manner
so the competition will have a competitor in this corner
now please pay your favoritism forward

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The Pretender

Such deception at only the price of a cheesy smile.
To think I could mingle with the elite.
And graze ad-nausium in their playground.
No awards are there to shower accolades for such a performance.
To become, to fit in without question;
Caviar and Trisquits never swallowed easier.
Ah, the good life at last.
And here I am stepping on ants where I used to live.
"Survival of the fittest, " they say;
But only a counterfeit can really play.
Those precious mornings in the mirror,
Pasting images no gallery can afford.
As I step into my disguise and give a nod
and a wink;
To the pretender.

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The Most Authentic Life

The man lives with what they give him,
 being one of those needy people 
 who can't construct his own
 or even select from a much broader range 
 of things to be.
 The man is awed 
 when he gets the signal to be awed,
 when he receives signals about 
 enormity of this and that 
 his eyes should be disbelieved.
 The signals might say 
 "this dwarfs you"; 
 or could say, "this is beyond you," 
 or that "the beauty here will humble you."
 It will.

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The gentleman

The world turns 
under the kick-me-off shoes 
of a man in summer-rolled, khaki pants 
and turned up sleeves 
that allow gentle 
hands to settle 
in pockets with no money 
Hands that pass through disheveled hair 
to rest below a well worn smile 
on the only shadow of his day. . . 

. . .his chin

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The virtual reality of marble spoon pancakes

imagine on your four walls
you have a digital picture frame
all set with the perfect timing
of a roller coaster ride
i know what i would do in myspace


Imagine a round treadmill
a rounded sort of platform
to stand on
and with the sensor hanging around your neck
the floor moves in the direction you face
the timing of the four movie screens coincide
with this picture perfect mindgame

i know what i would do in myspace


an innocent disaster
of a goose chase maze
when it rains it pours
and with the depth perception perfected
the four seasons rotating around you in your own living room

all for you to figure it out
a basement of your own virtual experience
that you will eventually owe me for
cause you know it started here
i know what i would do in myspace


The time machine begins
with your dance dance revolution floor mat
and it carries on with the sensors on the wall
that works your plastic guns
and allow the floor to move if you step toward the screen
always keeping you at bay

enjoy my suicide
day by day
knowing a homeless person
who should be a billionaire
i know what i would do with myspace


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The Bill of Rights, Part II

No illegal search and seizure
Says amendment Number Four
Probable cause necessary
Before we break down your door.
The warrant spells out what they search,
Describing things they will seize.
So hide them where you know they won’t
Go to the judge, and say, “Please.”

Number Five’s an uncommon gem
It says we won’t take your life
Without due process of the law,
Or by talking to your wife.
Testimony from yourself, and
Oh, yeah, double jeopardy,
Will never be responsible
For removing liberty.

We will not take your property
For a bridge or a highway.
Not without compensating you
But, please, stay out of the way.
We’ll never pay you what it’s worth,
Nor what the market will bear.
We shall pay you what we think’s right
And so what if it’s not fair?

So now we come to Number Six:
Speedy trial for you and me.
Impartial juries we will have
‘Less the press first runs the story.
We will inform you of the crime
They think you have committed.
And let you confront eyewitness
And a lawyer, not dim witted.

So here we are, now at Seven,
But this one’s kind of dicey.
It’s about the common law,
And the cost of controversy.
The courts have set some precedents
From the beginning to this year
So put this one from your mind, but
Don’t let lawyers know your fear.

Punishment cruel, or excessive
Is listed in Number Eight.
High bails and fines not imposed
Except in a crime of hate.
This allows a sentence of death
When combined with Number Five.
So, while stoning is a no, no.
Injection can take your life.

The rights for you, herein displayed
Shall not be the only item.
Number Nine says it right clear
Other rights are not denied ‘em.
This simply means, to you and me,
We’re somewhat free, to a point.
Beware of our society
For they say no to that joint.

This now brings us to Number Ten
About powers left on the rack.
If it’s not stated by this doc
States, and people, take up the slack.
The constitution delegates
Power to the three branches.
But if they overstep these bounds
Beware election chances.

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Science is knowledge, magnificence pansophism! 
Extreme erudition of unmatched intellect, 
in all its compelling branches; 

The beautiful and dynamic achievement of flight. 
A kite flying with great height. 
A curveball thrown with might. 
Phenomenal "Aerodynamics" allows such sights. 

The amazing structure of the human body such as the heart; 
Eyes that view a visual art. 
Ears that tune Mozart. 
Without the extraordinary systems of "Anatomy" we truly depart. 

The fascinating studies of humankind. 
Values help us to be kind. 
Beliefs are a part of how we are designed. 
The enthralling and humble "Anthropology" allowing us to be refined. 

The remarkable mystery of reconstructing past societies. 
Biofacts help pieces together ancient aristocracy. 
Artifacts help determine historical tendencies. 
Adventurous and valuable "Archaeology" traces of our ancestries. 

The wonderful feeling and marvel of observing the night sky... 
Planets are the starting point in charting the galaxies, nothing to defy. 
Calendars, how else would you know it's July! 
The mystical stories of "Astronomy" is where our answers lie. 

There is a fabulous world of the living that the human eye can not see. 
Bacteria without you there would not be food on land or in sea. 
Earth's microscopic decomposer and carbon releaser, nature loves thee. 
Most see it as disease I see "Bacteriology" as exquisite, maybe it's just me! 

What could be more delightful then knowing our genetic code? 
DNA the carrier of our complex traits, an imperfect human mold. 
Chemical processes in living organisms, a sight, if able to see, to behold! 
Unbelievable and monumental is "Biochemistry" to mapping the human road. 

I admire the ability to see every aspect of life in a living organism. 
Classification of species helps define humanism. 
Behavior the study of stimulus-response may help destroy racism! 
I find comfort in "Biology" and in its explanation of this organism. 

I could not be more grateful for the importance in plant life! 
Oxygen is life, without it we be in the afterlife. 
Medicine is the healer and prevents the surgical knife. 
We all should be thankful to lifesaving "Botany" and its lab in the wildlife. 

There are so many other branches of science: Climatology, 
Entomology, Ecology, Marine Biology... 
And this is just a poem, not a report, to marvel at science. 
Beside this scientific mind has run out of rhymes

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open season

i want to say i took my shot and snared the woman with one thought
held my breath, tempting fate, i gave myself the day to prey
charged at the door from across the room i knew it simply wasn't true
traps and guises failed my amorous pursuit

i want to say all my truth from the moment i set eyes on you
masked and hidden from suspicion, the mouth speaks with aimed precision
words waking moments of shared pain following through side street plain
unarmed and adrenaline fused we went home

i want to do things with you that bring us back to childhood
learning with a string onside, tickling your recurved spine
our education a lifelong goal forging a promise: we'll break the mold
ignoring warnings and what we were told

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Aloysius Vicious

Sister Aloysius rings the bell
iron-railing straight she stands 
habit flapping blackly
her triple-bolted thin-lipped smile
pursed against assault, or love,
while children shuffle past
their tulip heads averted
from her scything gaze

Jimmy from the Chinese 
chip shop, smiling, filing past
What is so amusing? 
children freeze, ice-blooded
in breath-held silence.
"Lovely morning."

Sister Aloysius
unlocks her bolted lips
hisses a crack-small stream of air
allows a Yes to escape.
the children
march, backs braced
into the shadow 
of school 


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Finite Reach of Terms

The pinnacle source
We strain to unfurl
The mind pulls apart

Seams of iron stand
Accrued throats of steel
Hammered against raw will

But the energy breaks with season
As moods uncovered what went
Secretly finite, scrawling new terms

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Gain knowledge

I am but a child
in this study of life
seeking the answer 
of why we have life

at time's I am wrong 
with my study and guess
I look to find answers 
and only find trash

yet sometimes I hit
on the right problem solve
sometimes I find
a solution of gold

Yes I am christian
I beleive in our christ
but do not feel proud 
of the way they lead life

one day at a church 
does not forgive sin
we can not kill people 
and then hope to win

Instead we should walk
With Gods bonds of love
prove that we're worthy
teach peace and sweet love

Our ministers turn 
the people away
hurting young children
is not then Gods way

to gain the respect 
the church needs to learn
respect is not given
It has to be earned

each day that we walk
with god at our side
we have to gain knowledge
With wisdom we climb

to over come problems
that face all man-kind
with science against us
destroying our faith

we need to build wisdom
to rebuild Gods grace
with wisdom we study 
our own building blocks

Destroy what is wrong
in our thinking and blocks
am I then always 
the center of truth

Perhaps there is darkness 
in my thinking too
perhaps there is light 
in the sky's made of blue

perhaps if we look 
at each thinking man
we can find a prenumbra
of dackness and gray

sometimes they are right 
in the things that they say
sometimes the are wrong 
it as simply that way

make up your mind
no timid mud grass
don't be a sheep 
that is following jack

study the theories
both sides of the line
please keep an open
and questioning mind

perhaps we'll examine 
and studying hard
the truth we will cleave 
from the mystery card

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Why do people tell me what to do?
You have to do this
You're not allowed to do that
Censor what you say
You may offend someone somewhere
Personally, I don't care if I do
Act the same as the norm
Normal is a boring state to be in
I pride myself in being different
Saying yes when everyone says no
Turning right instead of left
Looking up when I am supposed to look down
Who makes the rules people live by?
One time I would like to meet “they”
Even education tried to ruin me
Imagination was wrong
They said that Snow White wasn't real
I think that she was real in her time
We are part of her fairy tales
I will never change my feelings
I will never accept whatever they say
I will take their reality
Discard it
Replace it with my own
I will make my own choices
I will have my own own thoughts
If that upsets them I have just one thing to say
You can just shove it!

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A stop is no step,

A step is no stop!

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Daily Thought

Your idea of perfection is only reflection of your own spirit, 
hear it now if they've chosen not to clear it, 
up for you and whoever else is lost, 
and while your create your world think of what it costs, to be free. 
People die, lie and survive all for the sake of thee. 
And understand that I am aware of what I speak of, 
I'll be the first to admit what my etheric energy reeks of :P 
I'm not afraid because I'm not a liar, it's that simple to fumigate the fire, 
that you have let grow out of controlling, 
never tapping into your subconscious without a good night of rolling.. or getting "trippy" , See I'll die one day but I be closer to people with me, 
and until that day I'M ALIVE and certainly fits me :) 
But, .. people say I'm crazy when I say I love you all, 
and I pray that you stand up every time you fall. 
I have respect and don't expect any praise at all, 
my telephones my heart... I wonder when the world will call.

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Undeserved Maltreat

Walking and working for my desires
The heartless aid would antagonise
I claim to be free born
But freely, I strolled into bondage
What need me to be done?
When my aid could my desires lever
Yet it seems to bleak my desires
In the prison of my dream
To my aid I be a toy
Tossing me up and down
And rebellion would break me down
A higher faculty I am
Yet treated as of the lower

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College Essay

Two days before the deadline.
Fingers flying frantically,
Condensing a lifetime’s achievement
In 500 words or less.  

Eyes are bloodshot from the long night, spent
Staring and scanning every line, every blip
With the careful precision of a surgeon.  

Secretly beautifying my faults 
Like an embalmer, decorating wounds,
To make even a dead body presentable.  
All to impress anonymous judges  
Who are endowed with the authority 
To confirm my life’s worth.

Judges who grade lives—
Out of a pool of million—
Superficial enough to be condensed
In 500 words or less.   

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Somebody Loves Me

Produced 50 yrs ago
My master Pravin Pant Sr.
Felt it was time for my Just Born coop to grow
So he introduced me to some other chicks
Bunnies bats cats pumpkins and
Even thought of placing some lucky stars
In for the heck of it what a day of cellabration
Now he has flipped his lid once again and took a few friends back
Had turned them into lip balms but I don't mind
For they will stay forever fresh on my lips as I speak of them
I been dropped off buildings had been steam rolled over
And each time I bounced back with zest
So please come rescue us from this crazy farmer
Place me in a warm basket or cake or even a dressed table 
For I m just a little peep looking for somebody to love

To The Peep 
In All Of Us    LOL

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Captain Picard

Forget I encouraged
Pubescent Exposure. 

Because I tried
to be a leader. 
And with guitar
and hallucinations
of demons, 
I retreated. 

Into disbelief. 

But I see these
Spirits now. 

And as we 
it so may we 
Make it so.

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More Letters from Home

she sends me news of bushfires with the rain
falling, not falling, and the pain of the old man 
in the cold, biting hamarttan and the suspended feasts
she speaks of births and deaths on village lanes 
sometimes like falling leaves at Harvestide

with hope buried in palms  
the diviner himself is lost gazing at the sick hills 
painted with withered leaves of corn
lightly, she speaks in blues and lists what is all lost
except me, the Sun, rising behind the hills
and on returning will kill Death in the dark side of Home
I read the lines like rotten melons piled
beside my door or like baskets filled with dried raisins 
sitting in my studio hoping if I could tell Courage 
to hide me in some banana leaves 
till I touch the tip of an Envelope
from which drips Stardust like rain

here where my life seems sweet and strange
I read her wild excitement of a place
where stars fall on laps and nightingales sing long
I thought long of the broken years that don’t change
and my wailing lips touched the Cross 

I wish she knew how people live 
and never live at all in this part of the sea

if she knew, maybe
she will not tell me if she cries

I folded the pages as I rise
tipped the envelope from which
drifts scraps of blues from home
and there are dozens of such in my closet

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My handlers at school tell me I’m ugly
I think that’s cool
You can never have enough attention in this world
They are my personal trainers
Bullies with no rules
They are busy beating me
Educating with cruel words
Fashioned just for me to shape me right
Excuse me now as I must take my punishment
No time to write
But later on in life I’ll be their boss
Because they were such an inspiration in my past
I pay them what I want to now
And give them mirrors at no cost
For their reflection on the past
To see ugly as it really is
Something that will last

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5 Liters

Water, in a protein sense,
salt and other substances,
make up plasma, which, in kind,
account for half of blood's design.

A mammal's blood is red and bright,
-from oxygen, when mixed inside.
Because of an iron-filled kind of protein,
Hemoglobin, it's red and glowing.

Red and white cells fill the half,
oxygen rides in small red rafts.
Compared to white, the reds are many,
born from marrow, good and plenty.

Blood supplies glucose and acids,
while carbon dioxide wastes are banished.
Coagulation is the body's repair,
as hormones message when damage is there.

It regulates the body heat,
hydro-mechanics, just like a machine.
Blood makes 7% of your weight,
red cells live 120 days.

The white cells clot the blood on site,
they help by killing parasites.
White cells come in different types,
some kill bacteria, and fungi,
allergic reactions, virus cells,
tumors, pathogens as well.

If only we could go within,
to see a white cell's origin.
We could show our gratitude,
for those that keep us strong like new.
Our health is their only mission,
their ranks are in the immune system.

The heart drives blood throughout the body,
from the ventricles, to the arteries.
-Back to the heart and through the veins,
ventricle, artery, lungs, you could say,
the blood travels far, and this would be truth,
it takes 30 seconds to complete it's route.

Oxygen brought in must be spread around,
While carbon dioxide is what's carried out.
The vein is a valve containing the waste,
which is pushed with help from muscles in legs.

Arteries branch out as smaller roads called,
Capillaries, just one cell thick is their wall.
The blood must be slowed to allow the breakdown,
of substances, nutrients, eat up the chow!

Blood is classified in 200 groups,
you inherit whichever your parents gave you.
The most common kinds are "A" "B" and "O",
Some have "A" or "B", and some people have both.
It's important to know, should you need more blood,
a bad combination will make it clot up.

Blood brings to life almost every creature,
-we could not be without, those...5...liters.

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Thin Lines

Such powerful boundaries
that force the crossing of a dangerous tighrope
Man’s all-encompassing, unfortunate trapeze
is smaller even than a hair’s breadth
yet still so significant
a great divider for mental states
love and hate
bravery and stupidity
courage and fear
genius and insanity
How sad that small borders actually unseen
are virtually the driving forces behind stigmas
held practically everywhere

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Poverty grows

Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath 
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
Getting older
need to make ends meat  
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option 
need to feed his children
and in his mind
nobody cares
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
its sad.
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked 
and deceived
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds 
changing ambition to greed
Just share 
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
its countless.
Going through his mind 
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
early deceased
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption 
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
an epidemic
propaganda in its finest form 
defying the innocent
minds controlled 
eyes turned, no notice
no justice.
It goes on and keeps on growing.

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Love vanished

Seven years have passed
since first I married him
Whence he succombed his bride
Yet when I told him of babe we’d due
it felt our love just withered up and died

For the man he changed,
no, the child we had not planned
Pushed me around until to others ashamed I lied
I’d fallen, or bumped myself again,
backed him up, supported him, everything denied.

When babe was born,
I thought we’d learn to love
Try to make things work together with pride
But now cut off from all my friends in time,
it’s nursing I only now that I must bide.

Although I raise our child
I am so sad, my life has stopped,
when they play up I fret that you will chide
and fear that you’ll know not of when to stop
Frightened, huddled close we rock, we hide.

Once grown up, at school a freedom found,
whilst you’re at work – your daily grind.
Lucky new friend we find to guide
us back to safety relieved, released.
Apart, I know head high that I had tried.

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Emmett Till

Body left dissipated, obliterated,
oh Emmett Till,
Investigators could not tell if it was a human or mutilated road kill,
his eye was gouged from his head,
barbed wire tied around his neck,
all because a caucasian woman,
claimed she didn't get proper respect

oh Emmett Till,
Money Mississippi was the place,
you were not guilty of the case,
but you were guilty of your race,
to much melanin in your face,

Oh Emmett Till,
they say your case changed the land,
apparently not,
ask George Zimmerman,
but in your case the INNOCENT man was named Roy Bryant,
When reporters asked him did he kill you he surely didn't deny it,

Oh Emmett Till,
While you are sitting next to our heavenly father,
tell him to touch our country's heart if he bother,
then we all can have a peaceful space,
my prayer is one day All of God's children,
Become one race...

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I Believe in What

I believe in dirty spanish dictionaries
Anything out of the ordinary
Drumming on trashcans
Drumming on anything I can
Signing treaties filled with lies
Measuring a woman by the amount of guys
Trying to look pretty but usually to fail
Putting on makeup to no avail
Spending too much money at dunkin donuts
Drinking too much coffee and driving people nuts
Writing free verse poetry for no reason
Not returning to school next season
Staring at my led zeppelin poster when I’m really high
Trying to let my creativity flow
One nonstop train of thought trying to let go
Making friends and not knowing if their real
Emulating emotions but I’m not sure if that’s how I feel
Writing lines hoping for genius and inspiration
Disgusted by desperation, determination, inflation, education
I believe in these maybe, maybe not, maybe not at all
That’s all.

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Driving Home

      eyes          eyes

In the Headlights- wide
The clacking of feet on the ground,
Mad dash for the Tick-filled ditch.


Alone, oblivious until-
The very last second
When You            wrench
The wheel
Not knowing where You’re going,
Just Not into that Sillouhette.

Car       Road     Him

A moan escapes the lips of Both.
For One, it is of Agony.
For the other, it is of relief.
      eyes          eyes

In the Headlights- wide
As You crawl out of Your car
Into the Tick-filled ditch
To see him stride away 
Nonchalantly into the darkened field.


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Little blue friend

You come home on a trailer long ago
As a present from my auntie
If I had only known
How much you would change me

We had you all setup 
In all your blue glory
Keyboard, monitor and box
Staring at us with your prompt

I spent many hours
Learning your mysteries
Swapping disks around
Playing many great games

Then it came to an end
When you and I moved on
I went onto bigger and better things
You sent to another to learn your ways

Through you stopped working long ago
You, the little blue box
Taught me so much
Set me on a path
I have stayed on for so long
I remember you still
My little blue friend

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Dream Master

God is my favorite dream master, 
He sends me dreams llike a favorite movie,
Miraculous and kind,
Tomorrows experiences,
Portrayed like a friend from long ago,
Ever wise and gentle,
Keeping me safe and free from harm,
Reads like a novel,
Romantic and fictional,
Meeting friends from the past,
With hopes of meeting them again,
A reality where a divine and beautiful destiny continues.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Caravan, caravan,
taking me where e're you can.
A place to rest, relaxing, fun,
whether in wind, storm, rain or sun.

To go any where we want to roam,
to take a break away from home.
Be it inland, town, woods or sea;
hills or vales, you'll shelter me.

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Overcrowded Earth

Dreams are walked in smelly promises/ 
Doors instantly closed/
Dreamers are labelled incompetence from a distance/

Unless baby pins raise kings in strings/
Barbless speeches/

Intolerant talents are overloaded/ 
Starvation is an exercise planted to grow strength and hope/

Crises arise before danger arises in harmony/
Joy falls for decedents who vacate earth willingly/

A space left for unhappy dwellers/
Nature on its course with no pause black on black hate rolls/

Depriving freedom in polls/  
Worry less about the dying prepare for the coming/ 

This earth is overcrowded/
A planet rampage gadget /  
He who lost his/her dreams to these crowd please come forward/

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Kurso: Kay Hirap Mo

Nang sa mundo ako ay nagkamulat
Sa isipan ko’y hindi ikaw ang hinangad,
Pangarap na maging ano o sino
Ang siyang sa puso ko’y namumuno.

Nang lisanin ko na ang sekundarya
Napatigil ako sa isang banda,
Bakit kaya noon kaydali mangarap?
Bakit kaya ngayon sobrang kayhirap?

Parang tinik sa lalamunan ang pagpili
Nang kursong magbibigay sayo ng galak at ngiti;
Halo-halong emosyon ang uusbong
Kahit sino-sino na lang ang tinalunton.

Mahabang panahon na ang aking ginugol
Sa pagpli ng pangarap na hindi mapupurol,
Iba’t ibang suhestiyon galing sa iba
Ngunit sa huli, ako pa rin ang magpapasya.

At nang araw ay dumating
Sa pagpasok sa paaralang Unibersidad
Tuliro ang isipan, pati ang damdamin
Ano bang kurso sa akin may kalidad?

Dumatal na ang dapithapon
Ngunit pasya ay di pa nabubuo
Litung-lito kung ano ang susundin
Si ama’t ina o aking isipan at damdamin?

Waring sana’y taimtim talagang pag-isipan
At tanawin ang mangyayari sa hinaharap
Lalong-lalo na ang gabay ni Amang Lumikha
Na siyang nagpukol sa atin ng buhay na dakila.

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Wards of the State

In the wards of the state
Custody is gruesome
We breathe and speak our constraints
Looming from hallway rumors

I am the hawk in the clock
Shaking hands with fate
Existing in between discretion

Charged with numbers
Time is the shock of stillness
We foam with desire
And wrench our poison pens

They train us like fire dogs
A hazard to be expunged

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           If not used correctly
                  Is no less
 Than the roulette wheel of life
For if you don't seek the answer
     You are simply allowing
          The ball of chance
        To land where it may
         If it's used correctly
               Brings forth
             Which in turn
         Unlocks any door

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Nobody Likes A Know It All Part 2 of 4

Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

(Or ... I Know What I Know)

(Prov. 1: 29* / Prov. 1: 22-33 / John 15: 19 / Matt. 7: 3-6 / Prov. 3: 7 / Prov. 9: 7, 8)

Nobody Likes A  Know-It-All
They Either Get On Your Nerves
Or Make You Climb Up The Wall

They Come On Like Squalls
Their Opinions Sprawled
We Shake 'Em Off Like Tattered Shawls
... Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

So, If I Happen ... Across Your River To Row
I Don't Mean To Come Sounding Like An Old Crow
Or Waste Your Time If You Say No ...
But Listen ... I Know What I Know ...

I've Read & Studied & Meditated
Perused & Pondered & Got Educated
In Reason & Rhyme - I've Ruminated
My Thoughts Into Rooms Are Relegated
Raised Questions & Quizzed & Investigated
(Even Made Some Folks Uneasy & Agitated)
but GOD Said That 'That'  Knowledge Would Be Hated
(John 7: 7 / John 17: 14 / John 15: 17-20)

So With All Due Respect -- So and So ...
... I Know What I Know

... of Innocence & Intelligence
Ratified Ideas & Reference
Cataloged Diligence & Resilience
Always Bravo'd The Beauty of High Brilliance
In Conventions' & Congregations' Confidence

& Assemblies & Achievements' Evidence
In Citadels of Archives' Residence
In Colleges & Scholars' Licensed Competence
In Trust's of A Counselor's Expert Guidance

and In The Word of GOD's Reverence
With Lessons' Continuance' Vigilance
In Meaning of Life & Purpose & Spirit's Significance
and Carpe' Diem When Possible and Patience ...

So, That Even In Philosophy's Status-Quo ...
... I Know What I Know

... From Countless Hours - In Half A Century of Years
In Conversations From A Constellation of Peers
About Life & Death & Future & Fears
About Love & Passion & Lust & Leers
About Laughter & Joy & Pain & Tears ...

About Mercy & Justice & Truth So Clear
About Fame & Fortune & What's More Dear
About War & Peace As World Totters & Veers
About Freedom As Kingdom of GOD Draws Near
About Why We Cheer & While Others Jeer...

(Part 2 of 4)

            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/20/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady

(Part 2 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of  addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way.  So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee

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When circumstances of life knocks you down
Don't just lie there, stand up and dust yourself
'Cause the more you stand up and face your challenges
The better your chances of overcoming them

When circumstances of life knocks you down
Don't just give up, stand up and keep going
'Cause the more you refuse to give in to failure
The better your chances of succeeding in life

When circumstances of life knocks you down
Don't just quit and throw in the towel
'Cause the earlier you base your life on no retreat no surrender
The better your chances of achieving your heart desires.

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Senior Choices

Senior retirement that defies conventionality,
The power to endure and stay strong.

To return to passages that reflect a forever young concept,
I choose to wash away the gray.

Stay slim and regain my young figure,
Resume hobbies that are complimentary.

Live at a beautiful residence that goes beyond previous residences,
The Lord's Ten commandments a reminder of God's blessings.

A mighty fortress is my church and God,
Song comparative to many levels of singing. 

Fashions elegant and contemporary, 
Socialization patterns exclusive.

Relatives and companions guesting and living with me,
God's many blessings and a good education guides.

University a favorite companion,
The learning continues and compliments.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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The Opening of Young Minds

A novel or short story is always more formal
But, here now’s a poem of the paranormal
There are a few theories beyond understanding
Well, as so many say, “Seeing is believing!”

A night as a youngster with friends all around
Telekinesis revealed, for skeptics abound
Doubts set aside, proof right before eyes
No wires, no mirrors; a gift in disguise?

A life-changing event, so simple in stature
Reveals hidden truths around us in nature
Skeptics and doubters would still seek and search
They would pick up the vase and peer at its perch!

In the end there’s only one thing they could think
It’s funny how knowledge can bring one to the brink
Magic is real reckons the newly opened mind
Stringent rules of physics will no longer bind!

It seemed such a wonder there in the night
A mind reeled and a soul gave up the fight
Concepted world to never again be the same
Take it as it comes voted the name of the game!

Do you believe in this story? Not that it matters,
For truth sometimes comes to us on silver platters
How hard must it hit you before you realize
Some mysteries are real, but hidden from our eyes.

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A Hero

I once dreamed of being a hero.
Of picking up a gun or sword and defending 
A child, my school, my cousins, my friends.
Of going into a burning building to save
A baby, a dog, a father, a mother.
I dreamed that people would respect me,
Would talk to me and write about me,
Would want to meet me –
Would want to know me.
I dreamed of saving my classmates from idiots with guns.
That I would be famous and loved.
That I would be in history books.
But now, I see.
I see that’s not the case.
I see that that is not the hero I want to be.
I see now that you can’t save lives by taking others’.
Heroes are not just 
Policemen, army dogs, marines, firefighters, or doctors.
They are teachers,
Children who wish for an education rather than a phone,
People who build peaceful futures by building schools.
I see now.
I see that I can do more with brain than with brawn.
Now that I see – I promise.
I promise to use my education to benefit others.
I promise to fight violence with this, and not with a gun.
I have picked up one of the most precious tools.
A tool, that when used properly,
Can end – wars, terrorism, exploitations, racism!
This tool, I promise,
Will be my weapon for a child’s salvation – 
For the world’s salvation!
This weapon I use now,
And will continue to use it until I take my last breath – 
A pencil.
Heroes can be made from guns and planes and an operating table,
But that’s not for me.
I am a single person in a big world,
But I will not let that stop me.
I am a hero with an idea.
I am a hero with a pencil.
But here is the real question:
What kind of hero will you be?

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Tune-Up In Mind Garage

I've laughed at nothing,
Smiled without eyes.
Seen more with two lids closed,
Knowing to be blind wakens mind.

Have loved things that others spit upon,
Of course, saliva doesn't dry on lips that lie.
Drooling evil thoughts are never ending;
Watering those thirsty roots of violence.

Will I die just because they think it?
If their wishes could come true, probably.
To thrive on hatred must be an empty meal;
Satisfaction less filling than bread and water.

I've lived more centuries in my brain than many,
Spending all their time so desperate to stay young.
Fountain of youth is actually found between the ears;
Within a throbbing mind that is the heart of each spirit.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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You know
It tells me all my stats
It tells me all my views
And yet I see one comment
How about you?
When I get the chance I read
I comment with my thoughts
I figured feedback
Was the reason for the box 
I'm not afraid to share my thoughts
Or how disappointing it is
To see that soups gone
From Sharing with each other
To the equivalent of ding ding ditch
So please if you have any thoughts
share them in the box
Don't be afraid
I wont bite 
As long as your proper in your thoughts

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The Discovery of Design

Language flowing out the corridor
Hoofprints of history juxtaposed
The unsettled gashes of human experience
Returning again to unfold new contours

Armed to the teeth
Our story replete, posted
From ancient backdoors
Charging mystic dreaming banshees

What planes will we walk?
As extreme inches have been carved
The hustle to flow capital gravitates
Through the backs of skulls

Highways like particle accelerators
Feet to photons on asphalt glass
Barriers pounce at break neck speed
Charging the stolen past
And the fantasized future

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The Educated Man

"He can sit in a room, and not perish"*
Or might he stand upon the deck,
release the dove, and weep for years,
not for its loss,
nor for the triumph of its flight
above the waters; they are not of God,
they are the backwash of our fears.

There in his room alone,
imprisoned by his conscience
he may let his mind fly free
while tears beneath his wings
may no more flood the ground.
But we are not alone;
we have the educated man fulfilled...
and weeping.  He has not such irony
for comfort.

It is a flood to cling to.
Fears, we understand;
they are our bulwark
when an educated man could speak—
could sweep us all away with wonder,
separate us from such grand pretensions.

We are not free to weep with him.
We may not seek the refuge of the mind,
eyes not for insight, not for closing,
senses bound upon another time
away, another circus of distraction,
yes, another box of little men
to dance upon the screen.

It is a dance to take away our fears,
a dance beguiling death,
suspending it awhile with candied tears
and frosted dreams protecting us from envy,
nodding to the educated man apart,

who sits there in his room alone
and weeping for us,
just as we who may not see
across the arch of his reality,
*quotation from Jacques Barzun

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Y2K Digital Jesus

Lists of complaints
wrapped into the perfect metaphor
everything wrong with the world around me
similar microcosm of our universe
Dear Shadowfiend
when is my homework due?
In the midst of spelling mistakes
of supposed war messages
what was wrong
what to fix
and hints as to the world of compromise

Lists of lists of possible sins and lies
lists of lists of complications and arguments over compromise
hints in the midst of the riddles of metaphors to decipher
of what is actually wrong
i can't hear you
the maggot in my ear
isn't allowing me to reach out
dirty nails of the clean church
starting at the end working backwards

Lists of complaints
whats wrong with my life
whats wrong with hers and his
and yours
complictaions to simplify
all the problems addictions and perversions
man's plan of the setting sun
heal my shadows
as you stalk the chaos
and homework will be due by the dawn of armageddon

thinking caps on
how to hate and not to catch on
dampening wildfires to make life fair
one mixed message at a time 
different pages
one imperfect man all screwed up

Dear shadowfiend
the lists of our complaints is our deck stacked against us
thanks for the time to think
slow it down
blue print for the perfect mind
and plan for the tricks up our sleeves

Dear shadowfiend
now that you did it
I can do it better
with less mess
and more perfect
thanks for the pulitzer

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In The 1600's of North America

And there she stood waiting to be settled
Upon the seas and rocks they peddled  
A vast wonder with the hopes of plenty                  
So onward they colonized in groups of about twenty 
From the ships they sailed for months with so many

The British matched on first in the 16th century 
And joining together were the first thirteen colonies 
Massachusetts and Virginia, New Hampshire 
Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina
And so it was written in ink in the old anthologies
Maryland, New Jersey, Delaware, Connecticut,
New York, Pennsylvania, Rhode island 
Across rugged natural land 
They landed on Plymouth’s sands 
With an eagerness and guns in their hands

They fished and hunted and made plans 
And here they lived in homes of dirt and sands 
With thatched roofs and fireplaces for heat 
And they cooked venison for meat

Travel was limited on foot and horses of mass  
And steps for mounting were made for women 
Trails made for way of the wheel that couldn’t be surpassed
“Gigs” replaced traveling chairs then came wagons and carriages,
that would take them to church to say their prayers, and attend marriages 

And so that was the way it was, back in those years 
North America was settled    
Through the trials and the sweat and tears
A nation that has since grown and prospered from the frontiers 

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Low IQ, Dynamite And Stuff

          Low IQ, Dynamite, And Stuff

Doctor says my IQ is lower than a carrot
Obviously I’ll need a second opinion on that
With dynamite found in a back alley
And a pack of matches 
We’ll see who is the idiot  
I feel smarter by the hour
With the help of North Korea and Iran
I’ll get my hands on uranium
And be the talk of Hollywood
In fact, become, my own nuclear power
With thermonuclear devices  
I could become twice as bright
Brighter than the sun
A gun I found in the attic will set things right
I'll visit the doctor again
To see who has the low IQ 
With a pistol pointed at their head 

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No No No

No No No it says
a little momento of a soul
with which I imagine I identify
I can see her there
crouched in the stall
armed with her key
scratching deep without restraint
blowing away the cloud
of the chalky wall
which sloughs off like snow
I can see her there
trying to rein in her eyes
the recent memory of numbers
and words
falling away like the skin
of the wall, in the stall
on the eighth floor of the study hall
I can see her there
clawing with fervor
hoping to share the damage
the frustration that singes
her chest, the regret
that shreds with the papers
in her fist, her best try
No, No, No
I imagine her slipping
away from a foothold
watching the flood waters rush in
and consuming the wall
her tower, reduced to sand
A witness to the aftermath
I know her-
this resounding no
is a way of life
and I, a college student
am not prepared
for my exam tomorrow

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Silly Poem

is written on the board,

Is covering the floor

Ladybugs and bumble bees
come flying through the air

Bouncing balls and skipping ropes,
are banging on the walls

Snakes fly and pigs swim
through this chaos-happy room

Give me just a minute
to go find a broom

Straws and juice,
are falling from the ceiling,

the children just brought the geese inside

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High School

Countless memories,
Laughter and tears
Always to be remembered,
Moments of these past four years

Freshman year,
Brand new places
It's a fresh start,
With many new faces

Sophomore year,
Better knowing
Waiting for the end,
Always growing

Junior year,
Almost there
Many tests,
Better prepare

Senior year,
One last year
After this you'll be gone,
It's reason for cheer

All the drama,
Between boys and friends
Not knowing what to do,
Having to make amends

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Shedding my tears [Resubmit]

 When I was a younger man
             I was taught
            Men don't cry
I learned to bottle in my tears
    I suppressed my feelings
At a young age I found myself
                In a world
            With no room
                  to cry
          Life was hard
    I had to be hard with it
    I used drugs and hate
      Anger and violence
      To harden my soul
         Then one day
                 I cried
      The tears flowed
             Like a river
   Falling like a waterfall
           onto my soul
 The tears cleansed then
They softened and healed
              My soul
       Never again will I 
The therapeutic value of
     Shedding my tears

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Mercurial Days

Those fervent bonds of educated altruism

Attack a hard wrought seedy worldview

Payers and givers in all stripes of sedition

Plunge ahead in the dark mysterium of societal agency

Where flooded stations of trashy neglect

Barter like intestines for the choice to move about

Juxtaposed against hidden nature with stable roots

The mind's golden radar gets launched on porous descent

Imagining other in a new style of fool proof desire

While organizations frame truant relation

For the award of resident and possibly membership

But just as banal as ever, the idle poison of mercurial days

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Young Apathy

Deep scent of ennui
touches the young
who refuse to see
the beauty around them.
Time reined in the Muses,
put out the flame of the bards,
and extinguished awe of science.

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They say you're just a figment of man's imagination 
a way to explain the unknown
They say science is the one true God
that there's an explanation for everything
that they can solve any problem with a mathematical equation
is it true what they say? 
That you're just a figment of man's imagination and that science is the 
one true God
No of course not
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr Seven aka The Poetic Philosopher
aka The Green Poet

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Fresh out of the system, how obtuse this decision is.
My contemporary choosing my future.
And I still a green banana.

Would the world break!
Slow down time and let me think!
Just for a day, maybe two.

The coming of summer has barely been noticed.
So symbolic of relaxation this time of year is,
But there's no rest for those who ponder over a deadline.

Oh! This heavy boulder will be lifted from me tomorrow evening,
The question is, will I fall with it?
Or wipe the dust off my hands in satisfaction
And walk towards the light.

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One for Another

The cats get fat 
on the blood of the poor 
They live in ease 
while their people are treated like fleas
brushed away to die! 

Power to the people, overthrow the order, 
all the power to the proletariat! 

Hollow words through the mind 
hollowed by a bullet in the skull 
sent to prison for a view 
Anger and Hate for the Communist!

Power to me, I am the order, 
follow me or you betray the proletariat! 

Hollow words through the mind 
hollowed by a bullet in the skull 
Sent to the labor camp, educated in pain
life made undone by a Communist! 

Long the revolution that can never stop
regardless of how many dead of the proletariat! 

Another cat gets fat
on the blood of the poor 
They live in ease 
while their people are treated like fleas 
sent away to die!

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When I Grow UP

I want to be an Actor, My shyness has hampered me thus far
My Credentials however are worth looking at a STAR
To this day I remember my lines in the 6th Grade Play “King Lear”
“LOOK!! There He is now." For those of YOU who are not Actors
Please; It’s not as easy as it Looks, for instance it took nine weeks
To Perfect the Emotion it took to convey this simple Line
 Take One : “LOOK THERE!!  He is now, teacher ask What is Now
Take Two : “LOOK!!  There he is, NOW, teacher “Is the Castle in shambles”
Take Three : look there HE IS now, teacher “What was he before
So when the day comes that a Great Producer picks up that 6th grade Program
I will speak my POETRY to YOU on the Silver Screen, no, Autographs until
                                                 The Sequel

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the affair

spring and summer fly quickly by 
now a trendy autumn colour brings change 
to the night air that can no longer bear 
the warmth between our hands 
and the smile clings with the strength 
of a dying leaf 
against the pull of a heavy heart 
that knows the wind will blow 
in ways we ignored when first we explored 
not so long ago 

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Time ticks by,
Controls my life.

Bells ring for classes, 
Time dividing up our lives.

Why must I live like this?
Why not escape and be free?

Because time's everywhere.
It will always tick.

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Paint the Town

I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red 
across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead
end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start.

This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part
from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand
up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand

can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist.  
A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.

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A running Chestnut- verbosity

Oh my she said what loquacity to speak to me that way  									 in short she was being short which to me is puzzling with prolixity 						 with her haughty grandiloquence to say what I find garrulous     								Her opinion also me thinks to be concise rhymes with logorrhea       							 I apologize for my dear lady for any misunderstandings on your Part 								to be precise and to the point I am going to drag this sokal affair                                                                                         	out into the open with all the facts with such verbosity 									that you will get the dust out your dictionary and contrary to public accurateness                                                                                             	read and understand the word and not change it to appease itching ears     							Disclaimer I was not in intentionally trying to harm anyone									  I hope no one was hurt by a seemingly long rant

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a moment in time

Time that is pacing which will soon change 
The many day of life that seem to flow toghter
Papers wasted which seem to pile up
Study days seems to stack upon one another 

The days seem to fade week upon week 
Friends have came and gone
Long time strivning for A's avoiding referalls and tardy days 
For Even though were are growing older 
Mintues are so precious it seems that we are rushing

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Divine Destiny

all see white
I see black,

black clouds raining
acid rain
to the ongoing

an invisible pinata
being swung at by all

the mold has cemented

cracks have been filled

"no way out"
says the frightening

his voice echoing between
shunning all smiles

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City of Knowledge

The city of knowledge is burning
Crushed are all the houses of learning
Under the siege of the city of information and the city of ignorance
For the two have joined together to destroy gnosis
The gatekeeper has been stabbed in his head
The enemies and the traitors bloodied the rivers red
Decapitating the institutions 
Presenting misleading solutions
Leading the inhabitants to a seeming ablution
Only chastising them with their own desire

But the sands beneath the city are ever shifting
The knowledge the city bequeaths is spirit-lifting
And while blood has run down the beard of the gatekeeper
There are millions ready to avenge as the battle gets steeper
My weapon is a sheathed award
Precautionary dissimulation is my sword
I am protecting of the secret knowledge of my Lord
No burning fire has the strength to cut our cord
And as they break the hands of the crowd
And cut the tongues of the proud
Our heart remains the clairvoyant organ of might
This organ is a sealed book, hidden in the darkness of night
And divine light
Will extinguish the burning fires and quench our desires
As the new gatekeeper is put in place
Fully dismantling the hemorrhaging cities of ignorance and information
Inaugurating all in the gnostic station

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First Step

My new world, a real place
Birds flying around my world
World around in my new beginning
Play mate, class mate, work mate
The light of our life
The key to a bright dream
A path to divine success
A gracious drive to our greatness

Bharti Shubham

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Born to win

Holistic healing
Wholeness, meaning
Success, greatness
Glory, legacy
Requires the work
Of a great work.

The work of a great work
Is the work of a great man 
In a great child
A great man
Has will, skill and wisdom
A great child
Has innocence 
And divine guidance.

To live meaningfully  is to:
Stand firm amidst friction 
Sand firm amidst frustration
It is to meet harder time
With harder will
It  is to have a laser focus goal
That wakes you up early
That keeps you awake late
A goal that reminds you
That you are born to win.

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Everybody Needs It

Everybody needs a pencil
Everybody needs it
Everybody needs a rubber
Everybody needs it
To correct their inaccuracy
Everybody needs it
Everybody should smile
And be happy for that life
Never to laugh at failures as losers
Rub them, sharpen your pencil
Make a high resolution image and love it
Be a carpenter love it
Everybody needs it
Be a herdsman love it
Everybody needs it
Busy yourself and love it
Love the works of your hands
No one needs to die
Not even those who commit suicide
Don't think about it
Strive to live without end
Everybody needs it
Don't be rich and hate your friend
Don't be poor work firmly
Don't be evil and earthly

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Thor No More

            Thor No More

It’s understood that Thor is another Norse story
With a masculine muscular man and warrior
A mythical character, comic book figure
Son of Odin, with his hammer, as their leader
Not much more
But wait a moment…
Isn't Thor a man as stated?
Modern times calls for a grander change and plan
To blur the lines of male and female
Thor is now a woman warrior
“Thor Girl – called Tarine- super-heroine”
(Heroin, a drug, sounds about right for this) 
Marvel, less than marvelous in pretending
Invented this gender bending tool
Wanting to serve some homophobic sex score
Shouldn't it be Thor-ina or Thor-ette or Thora?
Perhaps Thor should be a ballerina 
Oh Thora how we adore ya!
Hammer in hand standing grand
Breast spread proud across the clouds 
An open mind is what they scream and plead
Reality tells us differently
An open mind, like a lid, opened on a garbage bin
Let’s in everything 
A discerning mind is what makes sense 
The rest is nonsense 
Sieve out the rest
As for Thor
I think of this no more
It’s just a story

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They say

It can not be true
what your saying is crazy
yet is seems to make sense
but they say its just fiction

it is happening everyday
a revolution of evolution
our universe is changing
and us with it

i am not just me
i am also you
what you do
is what i will become

what i become 
you will also be
what you will be
i have become

a mirror 
a reflection
a seamlessness
that can not be denied

the accension 
its happening
its happened
i am it, it is me

it is you
you are it
this is not the end
this my friend

is just the begining.

Love yourself
Love your neighbour
Love your brothers
Love your sisters.

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Oh my...

Oh my pretty lady
what depths do you bide?
Seductive’s your body,
your head held with pride
Your bountiful form
shows your bosoms desire
and naked you hide still
your depths so on fire
As eyes do move lcoser
with interest to seek,
through misty white clouds
two arms they do peek.
Yet they’re not of your own
for yours fall at your side,
and these wrapped around you
near the nest you do hide.
Your face shows eyes longing 
a deeply set love,
and mouth blushed, unmoving,
rose cheeks just above.
On your mossy green bed,
through this picture I see,
you are settled in love
with someone that’s not me.
Yet things are not right, 
I can see by the flowers
for their heads are a drooping,
like they’ve cried tears for hours.
Oh my pretty lady,
your body’s your own
You can still say no.
Life it can change
and minds petals still grow.

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Hail To Chile


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What If

what if there was no religion?
what if we spent Sunday mornings in a park, not in a church?
what if people gave out encyclopedias, not bibles?
what if instead of fighting over our beliefs, we celebrated our uncertainty?
what if instead of blind faith, we had insightful curiosity? 
what if instead of religious conviction, we had rational perception?
what if our morals were shaped from real life experience, not from a book? 
what if people were proactive with their concern, and did not pray? 
what if love was unconditional, not contingent?
what if you had freedom, not a plan?
what if people were good, because they are good, not because they are afraid to be bad?
what if people did crazy things because they are crazy, not because they are raised crazy?
what if earth is just lucky to be here, and is not made for you?
what if we lived our life, on our own terms?
would that be so bad?

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The secret of life

we live life to learn what love is
how to love ourselves
and eachother
after we experience this harmony of love
we sometimes crave to love another
and until we do there is heartache
thus the experience starts over
and a new scapegoat or evil is born

God is a story in my mind of how we achieve this
through being and we are all created in that image

Sometimes the themes of life cause you to be brave again and again
sometimes themes of life cause you to solve problems
sometimes themes of life lessons require you to work together
in the end the answer lies even in our mistakes and similarities
we are here to learn to love

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Open whats closed

I understand what life is like beneath another moon

Being in your state of mind is casing you in thoughts cocoon

To believe in more than what you know and believe more than you hear

Is to feel the weight on others minds, and not fake ignorance for your fear

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It's A Mad Mad Mad World Out There

I want to know
What happens after
This confrontation

Well  !
Well  !

Dr Jekyll


With potion


Mr Hyde





Mad !
Mad !
Mad !

Mad !

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Punting Along The Avon

Down by the Avalon at the Christchurch Square
Weeps the living willows, serene, free from care
Nature’s own exotic home, a garden set in greenery
Here the Avon River fountain flows majestically

Victoria Park rest near the Christchurch Town Hall theme
Punting on the Avon is a relaxing pastime dream
This Avon runs along the botanical gardens to view
The Copthorne Central hotel overlooking Victoria park too

You can dine A La Carte while you travel round the city
Punting the Avon without seeing the cathedral would be a pity
Seeing the Bridge of Remembrance over the Avon is awesome
Sort of like Autumn before springtime helping life blossom

Avon River at Victoria Square is Heaven’s garden summery
It runs through Hagley Park, in Christchurch, breathtakingly
Nearest the Train Station Tramway, a few miles from my home
Check out some of the photos here of places where I roam 

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Mayhem in the Mourning

Sleepy, I walked down the senior hallway
The last door on the left seemed miles away
But I was determined to make it
It was 7:26 in the morning, assignment due 7:30
My hands were sweating bullets
Felt as if every senior had their eyes on me
Assignment in hand, I started my journey
Nerd, jocks, cheerleaders all bunched together in one walk-way
You would think I was a running back, of some sort
Dodging the potential mayhem
Judy with the big booty was being so loud
Laughing and screaming with her friends
Drew and the crew obnoxious as usual,
Were going over plays, at least it looked like it
Trampling any victim in their path
The Nerd Bird flocking in e=mc2
Calculate who will have a date in time for prom
Starting with Judy, my hands were no match
The sound waves catapulted me into the lockers
Side to side I juked, spun, and jumped
Like a magnet bouncing off the rhinoceros crew
For the Nerds, I only had to say one thing…
“I already have a date for prom…”
That sent them into a mathematical frenzy
Looking at their watches they said, “Prom is exactly
218 days 13 hours 27 minutes and 10 seconds away…
There is no way you have your date!”
While they babbled on I was on the move
The last mayhem was upon me: The hall monitor
He already saw my awesome display of athleticism
But didn’t find it amusing, He was one of those guys…
If you dropped a piece of paper on the floor, detention
I just distracted him by saying, “I didn’t have breakfast…”
We both didn’t know where that came from 
So I just kept waking while he was still confused
Stumbled into class, discrediting my previous display 
And turned in my homework assignment

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A Different Fear

Remembering fear.
The sweat of retreat when one can never seem
to run far enough or fast enough.
Remembering the Christian children’s chants.
Devil worshiper, godless,
the taunting hell they saw for those
not blessed to be themselves.

The jeer of the crowd for those not part.
The mob mentality of the Christian heart.
The damn you if your not me to a girl of eight
defies any memory to obliterate.

Breathless behind 
a hollow core door gasping with tears
a heart pounding 
with the hate thrown the Jew bated.
Was this even an inkling of what Tanta felt
as the German’s knocked down the door.
The marks on her skin brought memories
of trains and camps and more.

And, here in America land of the free
in a place which prides itself on Christianity
remembering the fear at eight, at twelve 
and at eighteen every Christmas in between.
Don’t tell, don’t speak, don’t let them know
your different from them…………..
different hated, taunted, chased and if possible erased.

Remember the fear the mob, the gang, the chanting group
when you stand, and pray, when you say Amen.
Remember Christ was a Jew and what was done to him.
Pray that this is never done to another child again.

*Tanta means Aunt in Yiddish...the combination of German & Hebrew that most Jewish folk 
speak. Yes this is me and yes half my family is Jewish. BUT I am not considered Jewish by 
Jews. Judaism is a matrilineal religion.

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born in the fire of youth
foster to preserve
lost to betrayal
regained in trust
through decades of growth
capitulate all 
nevermore lose

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  -Dharga Nagar Safa

Cat catches rat-

I learned then!

Copycats mouse-

My child learns now!

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Raising Bread

            Raising Bread

When I was a little boy things were complicated
Let me start again
Yesterday I turned 7 and I don’t know how to read or write
I don’t know words and I don’t know letters 
(Don’t ask what I’m doing here.  Just have faith.)
My parents think I’m slow and not too bright
We are very poor and can’t afford no schooling
But they gave me a bible and made me make my first Communion
(That’s a Catholic thing involving a thin disc of bread called a holy host or holy communion, to be consumed.)  
I use the bible for a pillow 
Someone told me a fragment of a story from the holy book
I can’t remember anything…. but
This is my favorite part
Something about our Lord and Savior who took bakers from their shops
He made them bake the bread, morning noon and night on mountain tops
And on the third day, He Himself, did the raising of the bread 
When I’m in church I’m still confused.  
The communion wafer disc of bread is flatter than lasagna
When I die I’m taking a loaf of bread with me to heaven
To learn about the mysteries of faith and nature
I’ll show the loaf to our Lord and Savior for an explanation
About what He said
About the raising of the bread

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Project X

The older I get brain damage pain manages to destroy a poet expresses in twisted conceptions don't you wanna peek inside The eerier the night the more I come to life like a vampire lost in the street a viscious bite I pray until alright I may be more lost than tomarrow or I may remember myself now I may have been a winner but for all, in all I sorrow For when I touch into that inner llight I try and guide through by the candlesight as darkness is pushing its boundries in farther take the oxygen, out in order but somehow the candle now burns firm... like the question or listen to the legends that lay tapered off from the world it seems that seems off course in an unknown monk's hand everything has a cycle and all life has a plan when the top of that order has made me a man

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Now And Then

We remember
bits and pieces
of schoolday's poetry
like the odd
French word
we use with pride.

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The Powder Keg

He stands, 
his left leg resting upon a powder keg,
slightly bent, 
with arms resting upon his knee.
Hands, callused, hard as nails
cross wrists thick as wheel spokes, 
his left hand is open, 
his right holds the stem of his beloved pipe.

He is an educated man, 
educated without the benefit of schooling,
educated by the trials and tribulations of life;
in his world, none are more versed than he.

Men gather around him seeking his council, 
some sitting on the wooden deck, 
others resting,
their back against a rail
to balance against gently rocking waves. 
All have thick beards, 
most untrimmed, 
framing faces hardened by 
years of wind, sun, and sea. 

filled with tobaccos of various aroma,
provide a covering cloud 
to quell the stench of their lives;
men living upon the water, 
regressed to seldom experiencing 
its cleansing properties.

They are a rough lot, 
fearing none,
disciplined beyond expectation;
their bonds forged by a brotherhood
spanning centuries of adventure,
hardship, and war.

He clears his throat,
begins to speak with fervor,
his voice,
softened by the snap of sails 
buffeted by the wind, 
cause all lean toward him to miss nary a word.

He is the master, 
the unquestioned purveyor of knowledge. 

He gives to each freely; 
words of wisdom; 
training each in the ways of his chosen life;
this is the world of show and tell;
this is the way of men whose lives
are lived upon the sea. 

Each owes a debt of gratitude
to this man who rests his leg 
upon the powder keg. 

This keg chosen not for comfort, 
a symbol of the strength
and power conveying experience
through education.

One lone sailor looks forward to each
of these gatherings,
listening intently,
shifts his weight against the rail 
and dreams of the day 
he rests his leg upon
the powder keg.

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In Between

There’s a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears,
arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete. 
So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections, 
all later corrections point from now dividing as forces pull one into two, 
coloured red or blue at different ends of the spectrum, matter is best left some space,
life isn’t a race in the traditional sense, but against the perception of yourself.
Worrying is bad for your health, because as much as television may scream in your ear, 
grinding each individual gear, you need not wealth, 
but a hand to pick you up and dust you off when you fall,
no problem at all, giving pats on the back, setting the wheels back on the track,
in motion again you walk on from staring at your shadow, standing won’t help you grow.
And I know it says not to walk towards the light, but this time it’s alright, 
because looking back won’t help either. As a fighter, neither Rocky nor Rambo, 
you face the night ahead, spit to clear your mouth of lead, and strut on son, 
because you are only born once, and you only die once, 
but it’s what you do between the two that makes you awesome.

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Miracle Days

The sunlight shinning through the window,
An apple blossom branch brushed by the wind.

Sparrows perched on the leafy green tree branches,
Hidden behind the green foliage.

The sounds of the birds' song,
Singing in perfect pitch.

A beautiful concert to be heard while walking,
Spring's rhapsody is in the air.

Miracle days where relatives and friends,
Appear to bring sunshine to our day.

God's many blessings appear,
I am truly thankful.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Remove Your Blinders

No heartbeat will pass through these teeth
Nothing's child will digest, rest dead inside me
A plead or two, violent rages ignored
What did her smiling eyes mean to you?
I know you saw her grinning

Let me tell you, child bearing a heavy heart:
Karma is alive and kicking 
Every heartbeat has purpose

Sick to my stomach I discover much truth
Humans ripping flesh from bones-- I have a bone to pick with you
To what extent of this insanity does it prosper our youth?
May I remind you of meals to spare, the freedom to choose?

I wonder everyday, "Were you even hungry?"
Friend, eating is for survival, to thrive, keep these eyes blinking
Not to slit something's throat
Believe me

No longer will I blind myself from sick,real cruelty
Look at his face
Have you seen him cry?
Are your eyes still smiling?
Three days to live and he can not wait to die

Stop this vicious cycle
Let nature shine through
They were here before me and before you
Wouldn't you liked to be saved by grace?
Thankful for words on a believed page?
Rescued from a life threatening disease of ignorance I hate?
One more rescue breath at the scene 
Open your eyes wide 
We are that change

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I Miss My Kid { Poetry In Motion }

                                    May is missing children's month
                                     do you know where your child is ?
                                             talk about safety

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Keep Your Coins, I Want Change

I wanted to wake the world from its slumber.
To make it see it lived in its nightmares 
not the dreams it thought.
The reality waiting behind those closed eyelids.
The wars,
the poverty
the anger and fear
but the corrupt sing their lies
disguised inside their lullabies.
Somehow they comforted us to sleep, and keep sleeping 
I wanted to wake the world from its induced coma,
ignorance is not bliss forever.
"Wake up" I sang, but their ears were deaf
they would not wake.
Had they died?
Had we all waited
much too long
and done permanent damage?
I passed a bum on the corner
he met my gaze and held up his sign
I read "Keep your coins, I want change."
Wake up.

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21st Century Victorians

High Collared, face powdered
nose held high above
Anybody else
Up-righteous flag waving bible bangers
Living in shadows, ignoring
Urban decay, misshapen society
Talking about life in whispers
Because everything is too vulgar
For your poetic eyes to bear
Only seeing

"The beautiful things"
Blind to the beauty of the ugliness
Of Truth

Telling me, how to articulate correctly

To Hold my tongue, to stop my pen

Exactly at what angle, to brandish my sword
Don’t you see that it is a bit rusty, thin
But it’s here

And its right

you know for a fact that it pierces deep despite
All missing luxuries, an inner-city education
Lacking because People like you care too much about trivial things
Like deodorant commercials, Anna Nicole Smith and  writing in ballots
For popular media icons
When popular media gets us in the mess in the first place
If people voted for representation that could fit the youth
And we got a better education in places where education
Is not the of utmost importance, instead of spending tax dollars
On the stupid, WAR that nobody wanted anyway
Up-Righteous flag waving bible bangers
Who backed out when the tough got going and things stopped
Working out for the Republicans

Perhaps I wouldn’t cuss so much
But I will, and I won’t ever

What the hell are you going to do about it?


I said Hell
Is that a curse word?!
Oh no!!!!
Delete, delete, delete the damn thing
Erase a different perspective

this is a family site

So this shows me exactly how
Americans today hide the fact that the truth is hidden in cupboards
But it's okay to attempt to tell the truth

But only tell it's slant
The pretty side

"turn on the t.v so the Children can't hear her screaming profanities"
While the television blasts images gruesome and sickening
ideas that i shudder to repeat

This is a one way street

Get out of the way

To make way for a parade of different vulgarities

Sexually explicit prose and back ally spellings
Of the things I was not afraid to say
Correctly, in your face
I don't care if you comment this because i don't need another

"good write", when i know all i really write is garbage
If you like it, then it has to be

There are hundreds of profanity containing poems here
So I suggest you get that 21st Victorian rear into high gear 

Because you sure have a whole lot of protesting to do

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101 reasons and ways to quit

I use to quit the pain and hurting
To be normal and belong
to feel as though i understand myself
to escape
and yet its a cycle of more problems
feeding the beast of addiction
no one ever writes about the reasons to quit or how

just the pain
never the great feeling of the accomplishment of the satisfaction
of stopping
always hurry up to wait
but what about
the feeling of not lighting that cigarette
sure you cried for a fix
but you didnt cave in
and everyone patted you on the back
and you did it yourself
something no one else could
and its a mountain of achievement
thats why they call hard rock climbing
no safe footsteps
when you feel you have no real friends
and your cheating your own life
for death

101 ways to quit
101 reasons to live
101 ways to start again
it doesnt take 100
it takes 1
just one
even if you are a hippocrit to yourself at first
build on that and never give in

i may never know the pain of losing my only child
i may never know the heartache of many apples and oranges
and the pity parties masquerading as celebratory doctarates we all throw in 
but the pain of needing and wanting
of being an addict

the treasure of overcoming is something to notice
when we just say no

Just for today
for tomorrow
to get back to how it was yesterday
the person i was before everything changed and i made that mistake
eventually i will find my strength
101 reasons to save myself
101 reasons to quit this drug or addiction
when 1 is all it takes

and so what if everyday that reason changes or stays the same
so what if its selfless or selfish
its for me
i choose to be sober and no go down the road of temptation
where i know many have been led astray
and the doors ive knocked already

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Is everywhere.

A constant search,
Never-ending struggle,
An ongoing process 
To get further ahead.

From the moment 
The newborn infant
Opens his eyes and 
Sees the surrounding world,
To the elderly man,
Who sighs one last breath
Closing his eyes
A final time.

The universal truth
Of Forever


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play by a different set of rule's
slimmy people
bottom feeder's
power hungry
dodge's jail's with sleazy dealing's
people who have no emotion's or feeling's
disatrous to people
over payed under worked
that's a politician

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Is criminality only a way

Dedicated: To United Kingdom riots, 2011

No doubt, person isn’t wise,
Honest and industrious.
Why is criminality?
Raping, killing, robberies and lootings etc,
When a person is greedy or selfish,
Fails to gain benefit or enjoy pleasure,
He makes excuse,
Or offers options. 
Or condemn others.
He is religious, academic or professional,
And has no job.
I don’t need a wife but partner,
Want to live together,
To compare a living standard,
Wife, horrible to accept someone’s nature,
Partner, good idea, you can change at any time.
Children, too expensive,
Hard to afford,
Brother, sisters, mother and father,
Headache, always seeking free help,
Support , what?
This is my business,
I’m capable, 
I know how to live a better life. 
Education, what does teach us?
Religion, what does offer us?
Social justice, economic reforms,
Are right to claim personality?
Can we change something?
Are we able to do it?
Is it right to kill, rob, rape someone?
Can we learn about disappointments?
What is our target?
How can we satiate a greedy and selfish soul?

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And the teacher goes out

He sits alone; they think he is dull, 
In the last desk of the class; he paints
a world of his own-a teacher enters! 
His eyes brighten once again, a sheer
hope of determination brings back the
glee as the pupils change their color
from the former noisy bees to submissive
sloths. Once again he hopes the teacher
will look at him, will advise or appreciate
like he glorifies the star pupils.
The teacher stands, there is a bewildering
silence, he turns the pages as he moves
forward, waves of joy arise in the heart
of the urchin for he has waited all these
days to be loved, to be cared and granted
like the other pupils. A question is posed
and the clever ones shout in a hundred
thunders, amidst which his answer is lost
just like the ripples which arise and vanish
quickly. The bell rings and without a single
glimpse into the eyes of the urchin, the
teacher goes out! ! 
Saket Suman

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Is It n't our duty?

Why do we educate our children?
So they can learn techniques,
And they can gain more knowledge,
About a subject that they want to learn.

Education is only knowledge,
And tools, a person learns about them,
For his experience, so he can share,
As much as he has ability to gain.

Education isn’t a blockage for,
That he can stop a person,
Not to exploit others for his fun,
Not to kill innocents for his benefit.

Education where a person learns,
From his knowledge and experience,
Knowledge helps him before a delivery,
He isn’t serving anti social elements.

Education where a person has experience,
To blockage the weapons of criminals,
To provide extra tools to develop peace,
Where a person minds to live for satisfaction.

Is It n’t our duty to aware our children?
Is It n’t our duty to care our children?
After education we need to observe them,
They aren’t serving to gain crime.

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the unknown realm called empathy

i saw what everyone fears...
being a kept person

the latino lover boy
with his batle ax 
crazy, drunk, 
older keeper

she was embracing him 
like a life raft
she gripped him
like a child clings to a favorite toy

... gyrating on his left hip
while also flashing enormous breasts
that hang like grapes from the vine
and he grimaces

but he's paid for 
and she's getting her money's worth
so he sits with silent indignation
as he knows what he set 
up for

p diddy plays in the foreground

now it's all insult to injury
now the kept person
squirms in revelation

anyone with eyeballs 
and either laughs
or is empathetic

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Head in the Clouds

It could start with a wish
A wish to be away
Away from work
So you start to dream
What if...
I wonder…
Then your mind wonders
It could start with a leaf
A leaf on a beanstalk
A giant beanstalk that Jack climbed
So you try to focus
What did I miss…
I don’t get it…
Then you go back to dreaming
It could start with caramel
A caramel apple
Maybe applesauce
And then the bell rings
Time to get you head out of the clouds

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Very Clever

Pick a card
Focus on the coin
Magicians are annoying

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Harvard, M.I.T, Cambridge, Yale
Which career path did you choose?
Does your gift give or take
I would the to be smart it’s the most 
Prized possession of the dark arts 

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For my Professors Mary A. Schilling & Jean Cuvelier

Share with me the beauty of the pen, the smell device of paradoxical selection,
The inquisitive sense of hateful teachers; shared with me the major premise
Of the dogmatic repetition, the distance of space between illiterate and erudite;
The preparatory pool of civilization; share with me the concession of lovely educators,
The one who will offer you a number of examples of scrupulously genius 
Who are now lying down in the details toward the immortal link of our weakness?

Share with me the Olympian perspective of a god, an angel, and a human
Not only the one who walks backward with exposition of requirement,
But the one who will challenge you and lift you and make you angry
To learn more and more the useless structure of learning!

Share with me the unseeing of which the architects prove somewhat controversial
Of what Socrates has interpreted it as an unholy quotation, which you with me
Are going to attain what is up there but you will be able to discuss the significant 
Aspects of our beliefs and that hungry so frequent that make us to scream 
For such wealthy accomplishments.

Share with me a book, the argumentation of nonsense in which it is often
Impossible for all of us to reach decisions in front of the truth;
Share with me the pleasure of being aware of what is there, and take 
By our teeth the tasteful knowledge of purpose,  and please share with me 
The abstraction of a sense of William Shakespeare and the comely mind of Keats; 
Share with me the confirmation, but you may omit a formal
Conclusion that education should not be for all the reservoirs or the beasts,
Rather for the tone of resection!

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Don't Spill The Beans

let's See
     If He

Will Hang
     With Gang

Or Will
 Just Spill

How Many
If Any


Are there

In A

Year ?

Now Don't 
Leave Me

Hanging !   { LOL}

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