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"Mine all Mine!"

A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea

A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."

The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind 
I memorized till they became all mine
Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue
Pirating the perfect dramatic monologue look,
Basking through the passage around your Bio, 
Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light 
Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme
A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse
In you I lift a copy paste from your lips, 
No need to credit the sources in your bliss
The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book
A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof

My dearest Poet, 
When you move across the room
I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind, 
Indulged when you speak and point out verse per verse
I am a victim pampered by your words,
Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes 
Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary
A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream,
Hypnotize after I read your first love poem
A printed feeling--
Borrowed from the sun


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Eyes of Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope eyes

A world of change
Round and round 
My heart of envy and gold,
The birth of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky, 
Deep orange haze in a warm place 
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty drip 
All colors drift
The day we met
Visions of dark slate-gray
Fading away
Lighting the new age gem
Turning and creating different stars
Magic mint skies
White antique petals follow the wind
Opal dreams, clouds embedded with impurity
My heartbeat produces flashing colors 
The palest amethyst bluebonnet forever fields
Flawless teal drop streams
Diamond shaped love
Ruby red promises to keep 
Falling into the deep
Every color spins new
The day I fell in love with you
Peridot lime green shade 
A love as old and gray
Olive brownish sun
Honeydew skin
Our future clear as aquamarine 
Everyday you turn fresh new seasons in me
Changing the sequence in my colors and event
Kaleidoscope Eyes
Reflected by the mirrors of you
Crystallizing everything

By; pd

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The Ladybug's Whisper

And the ladybug placed a caressing whisper into dragonfly’s ear,
“I want to fly again. I crave to flap my tiny wings towards sunset’s crux. 
I want to breathe again. I want to be held like winds within canyon’s dialect.”

“But, first, I just need to scream.”


Let me be your breeze.



The power to swim!
The power to grin!
The desire to never, ever fall again!

Let us embrace conundrum’s waterfall to be its resolution!
Let us allow joy to be our bedtime lullabies!
Let us let love IN without full moon’s dependency!

Ride on this impeccable jet stream towards animosity’s downfall!

Look in the face of your beautiful enemies
Daring it to stand above pedestal’s fallacy
Let your radiance be their final intimacy!

Take incipient steps,
Upon mended asphalt wishes

Let them tremble at the sight of your beautifully embattled smile
Knowing they will never reciprocate

Where desert winds kneel in our reflections
For we are an oasis
Forged of blood diamonds; sacrificial memories

Breezes become gusts
Gusts become worshipped exhales

All that I am!
All that you are!
All that they hope to be!

Our Yin & Yang
Will release proverbial boomerangs
Breaking vicious circles upon this genesis

We sway above greener pastures.

Gusts become breezes.


Breaking enigmatic mirrors to see your true colors
With a scream to paint your new canvas


The time is now,
Let your two feet become one.

Rise, my ladybug!

Say goodbye
To detrimental trials

And caress newfound trust
Within a gentle

S				E
       M		 L

©Drake J. Eszes

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White Picket Fence

Featuring: SCRAP METAL
Fresh sand garments 
The Mental Colosseum floor
Self infliction's--waging wars 


A mask, tiny holes
Breathing heavily
Dancing around my toes
Broad carbon steel
Safe behind my will
Equipment of revenge
Fencing the world with my eyes

I bow, with the morning dew,
 My mind a dual in its own world.
When the curtains lift,
I prepare myself with a weapon--   
Epee Crest to protect my chest
A sword sharper than  fangs
I circle my blade around the door knob 
Ready to face the world 
Practicing --in hopes today I won't retreat

“Fencers ready!"
A magical knightress
Painted in white
"Let's dance!"


Queen Amri  "VS" The Damsel 
Wishing it was over
Stainless steel echoes
“Every poke counts”
 Hoping & Taking
No room to disengage   ---I retreat
Peacefully I secure my stance 
On Guard!
I lean in, I disengage  ---I flee
Back again, I lunge 
The Queen is to smart to retreat
I -Amri, parry away from the argument of the lunge.
Recoil & Double tapped
In and out….. I'm struck
Back to the drawing board
On guard, I stand like a statue
Out of breath; feels like i’m dying
Yet I am still fighting.
The Queen knows what to do.   
I Yield, She Wins!

Raising our foils 
---At the on guard of another day

I move in swiftly, cutting like razor blades
Using refreshed energy
24 / 7 
I attack, She provokes!
Sand runs its course
Victorious against the queen
Touch – tied – triumph -- Touché
Standing on my own 2 feet

I am the 
-Grand Finale Show-
Conquering The Battles Inside
-I WIN!-


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Sending Waves Touching Beautiful Always

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

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

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

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

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

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Cosmic Dust

Since time immemorial across the Universe,
traces of my vapor:  my dust trails, my footprints, my being
light up the skies of innumerable planets
etching themselves indelibly in the consciousness of the stars,
and making visible impressions in the cold continuum of deep black space.

I’m mere particle matter—in reality:  an iota of infinity
that continues its travel through time and space and all dimensions
visiting the vast frontiers and outreaches of the Universe
while leaving minute traces of my cosmic DNA.

I’m part of the Universe’s great existential family:
My quest is to travel, to arrive, to be one with everything I touch,
and to savor a continuous divine purpose. 

What unbounding possibilities there are
as I traverse flight paths of eternity.

And sometimes I’m a part of rainbows that kiss the face of God.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(March 24, 2014)

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Miracle Divine

In the midst of great turmoil and strife, 
There is a force manifestly to be heard…seen….touched
A voice—ever so soft… yet loud enough to break mountains at their base
It can make a grown man cry—can distort the finest face
Lead the mother eagle back to its nest…
Run its hands against a tumultuous sea to rest…
Shedding tears of empathy when the woman,
With child, is seen- alone…sore. . . distressed

With mind enduring beyond mortal endurance
With arms stretching across the universe of opportunities and darkness
With eyes blossoming like those crazy sunflowers reaching to the sky…
Suddenly… you will feel its yellow fires 

It is the very storm that knocks us down 
To the depths of humility...patiently waiting for the perfect time to strike, 
It comes like an earthquake and tremors the very soul into action... 
It is the war of mercy that will devour to create and rejuvenate! 
It tells the geese to fly south, whispering them in the right direction... 
It is the soft growl of the lion that wakes its babe to safety...

Like music, it can soothe, or agitate,
Its rhythms changeable…forgivable… 
When you take a wrong turn, a dissonant chord harsh as lightning will expel
Suspended in the air—colors more mysterious than hell
And when you love—oh how sweet love carries cherished lips cosmically….
A smile of the most precious melodies ring
New colors—see it, new colors shall spring

What this light truly means is to be revealed
Only for the precious few who listen and truly feel
Wrapped in the soft ribbons of love beyond all mortality 
Beyond space and reality
Beyond the very tip of the mountain,
That never had to be touched to be brought to its knees…..
Not once did this force ever have to take the woman by the hand
And say with conviction… “everything will be okay….”
Because phenomenally… she would simply hear it in melody,
Inspired by the blazing sun of a newly dawned day-
Freshly caught tears of joy priding the lonely spider’s web

For Justin Bordner’s Divine Intervention Contest
Thank you, with love,

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Poet Convention 2014

Poet Convention

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Poet Destroyer

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This Buds For You

-This buds for you!-
-It takes one to know one!-
-I know you are, but what am I?-

A second hand, on my stopwatch, going nowhere!
You are a joker, a smoker, a midnight stroker  
<-------How, about that, Steve Miller song

I'm not here to talk about the way you comment a poem
That's not how I roll, now listen, and listen well, 

I don't care, about them words you speak
A whining sheep, every time you don't score
Crying behind close doors, 
Boo-Who, I did not place high in so-and-so's contest
Gosh&dammit, not everyone's on a quest
Blogging, about the day, your poem got demoted to nonsense
Trying to comment relentlessly, 
You can't top, a mountain that has no setup

I'd rather leave a copy paste comment, 
"than being fake as fake can be"
At least, my copy paste was a song, 
in which welcome the new poets on
Treating, everyone with love and security
Your invites, are cold and force, to you it's not about community
No motion, to your notion, simple, and disgusting

I don't know why you think, we are competing, 
Long ago, I left you bleeding, no reason to be defeating
Your paranoia, has you thinking, it's all about the points,
It's getting old and boring,
You cry babies are nothing more than jokes and hypocrites
Hey you, this ain't dominoes, we done pass every Jo-Jo
When, I have time I sit here for fun, my trigger finger on the gun

Reading, commenting, until my day is done
You think, because someone, left a copy paste 
That your poem was not read,
Perhaps, it was not understood, or enjoyed
Or, a welcome to the neighborhood
A nice smile, from me to you
Nice poem, You Rock!
So What! ---- WOW!

This Bud's for you
I think it's time for you to GET A LIFE!
Be glad someone took their time, in checking you out twice
Not, everyone on this site, is full of bull-shit
The smallest words, are more likely to be legit 
I don't need and expensive comment, 
I don't want to impress, when it comes to the best comment
Please do not make love to my poem!

A nice pat on my back will do, 
Now that my friend, puts a smile on my face
To know you care, to know you were there:)

Peace Out,


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Often, i have spoken with you
about urgent thoughts pillaging 
my restless heart. During limbo
of midnight’s shadow, my knees 
grate in rage when your songs
do not come to wrap my hands. 
Do i know your seas and the Calvary 
that put a stake unto your unbidden love?

I know, I sometimes never dared
travel inside the tides of your eyes
soulful and caressing the silk of light,
the damp powder of tears 
hanging on winds tormented and
tamed by soaked loaves of discontent. 

You did die for me, dear Jesus,
letting my seedless wisdom
gush into flakes of pride… Still, you--
barefoot on a road of parched lands--
climb unto height of rivers, the mounds
of earth offering your mercy unknown yet
known if only through the glory of
your pricked crown. All these for me
and all of creation you so cherished.

I shall but enter the serenity of your
eyes and gather my faith; then,
walk again and live for you instead...
And so it is through your grace.

Regina Riddle's Prayer Contest

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I cried the first time I listened to the words
whispered    shouted    snapping about 
like flags in a brisk wind     Words being shot 
from open pink mouths in a staccato hail of bullets 
slamming into my barriers     Hairline cracks appearing 
in my armor like spider webs meandering across 
a bug splattered windshield
I cried    even though I was not sure why

Who would have thought there was so much ammunition
being ratcheted from dry throats to be chambered
in mouths    spewing forth in a fusillade of fire
So much raw emotion housed inside ordinary people  

I found life    
emotion    feelings running rampant
bouncing off brick walls
echoing in my sluggish soul
wakening banked embers of a life 

I remember this thing called poetry
it danced through the dreams of my youth
brought hesitantly to its feet when I read
Resume by Dorothy Parker

I dreamed that I could put words onto paper 
and evoke emotion in another person
I dreamed and I played with the words
my new best friends    and drank Orange Crush 
spilling it on my early attempts    
giving them the appearance of measles erupting 
from the white parchment of youthful skin

But the words proved to be too much for me
		too much me
Emotions I did not know I had locked inside me
Fear flowing unchecked in dark splotches
Sorrow ripping the page with blunt forceful strokes 
of the pen     I tried to use a pencil but the feelings 
inside me were too strong to be erased so easily
Now the silence of my soul has been illuminated 
by the sun the poets hold in their hands
I could have ignored soft moonlight ripples 
across my mind    but this sun snakes its way 
into every crevice    finding my imps and demons 
standing mutely shadowed in gray

The homeless beggars on my street of lost memories
are rising up with pen in hand    refusing 
to be slapped into silent submission any longer

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The Letter

"Dear Time"
Thank you for being patient, 
Thank you for understanding I'm human after all.
Forgive me for all the mischievous prank calls. 
Much of what I said and done, was out of fun.
Now, I sit on this rocking chair getting old.
Reminiscing over the beauty and honor it has been 
   Passing this land we call "EARTH."
Reminiscing over the beauty and honor, yes-------------- REMINISCING!
Sorry if I repeat the same beat a thousand times....
You see, I sit here everyday thinking this world is mine....
Trying not to forget, who I truly AM.
Every moment there has ever been or ever will be, 
Finally is taking a toll on every single feeling and memory.
Time, Yes------------------ TIME!
The wrinkles on my face will never describe how many birthdays I celebrate.
The wrinkles on my face are stories reminding my readers,
 Where I've been and come from.
How consistent, and fortunate I've been, 
Babbling about my past, present, and future; 
The only advantage of the word "TIME."
-- It helps fade hurting moments away--
You see, time is the essence of memories.
Dear Time,
"Growing from young into old, was not as easy as it sounds."
Please be patient with me... Wait..... I said that already....
Thank you for understanding what I’m going through.
Please just listen, please, be patient with what's burning deep down inside.
It's almost dinner time --once again, I mention the word "TIME!"
I'm not hungry right now, the food just isn't the same when fed through a straw.
Besides, have you seen the garments ''they'' have me wearing.
Never thought I'd live to see myself in old fashioned nightgowns.
Time, keeps adding silver to what used to be pretty reddish brown hair.
Time what have you done to me?
Please excuse if I can't work a remote or function the TV properly.
What has happened to simple technology, 
   When everything came with only "ON and OFF" buttons.
Try to understand what I’m going through, my legs never felt this tired before.
I can't seem to keep myself on the same path, 
I lose track of time when navigation issues on my own.

Dear Time, 
Take my hand, lead the way and understand I can't see as before.
Time, please allow the joy to take its time when my end is near.
Thank you Time, for all the loving moments we shared...
Thank you Time and please be kind and end my life with love.
End my life with love-----
End my life with love-----
Wait..... I said that already....

Dear Time, 
Thanks for having patience.

Sincerely Yours 
The Little Old Lady Across the Street


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 I don't have nothing really to post right now
 However, I will read your poems first, 
 In hopes inspiration follows and falls into place

Please do not think I'm here to drop a bomb 
It's just a fair warning on how, I'm here
"To Rock Your World"
Allow me kindly to introduce myself, 
I'm as Sweet as they come 
I'm not the enemy, but a poet friend
In time you will see, and hunger my name

 I'm not new to any poetry world
 In time you will notice I am not your average girl

I will play fair, If you do
I'll be true to you, if you are true 
I'm not here to judge what I can't see
However, I will reply and enjoy the imagery

 This Destroyer is not like a lawyer
 However, mess with me or my sis 
 I'll chew you out like the D.E.A.
 I'll mess with your mind 
 A brain storm cleaning you from bottom to top

Admiring those who love the world of wordplay
Today, I will end my WORDS
With the quote I've always wanted to say
   "I am no poet!"


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My Dear Father God,
My silent lover. My faithful friend. 
My forever redeemer. My all in all.

Dear Father God,
How I want to see-
  touch Your face.
I long to hear You
   speaking to my heart, mind and soul.
I yearn my Father God for Your caress, 
Your all consuming fiery love.

Father God, 
I have many faltering moves;
  many times I know, I have failed to follow You;
  many times I know, I have questioned You;
  many times I know, I have made You frown;
  many times I know, I have caused You misery.
Even more
I have forgotten You.
 I have forgotten to seek You
   to even thank You, nor worship nor praise You.
I have been so stubborn, so proud, so hard, so fooled or blind,
  that sometimes, oh sometimes I didn't trust You enough.
Father God, I am so sorry for all of these..
Thank You.. 
I thank You for not ever ever ever leaving me;
Thank You for being so faithful to me;
Thank You for the strength and guidance You are raining unto me.

Father God,
I know,
 I can never be what I am now
     unless You are not with me... 

  You are so sweet to be with me.
You treat me so so well:
  Warming my cheeks whenever I wake up with sunshine's warmth.
 Talking to me,
 challenging me, 
laughing and crying with me 
   Holding and hugging me
through all persons that surrounds me..
 Testing and provoking my limits too.
Sheltering and guarding me every night and day
 by providing - my every earthly needs.. 

Father God, more than these
You bestow me more with presents--
talents and skills that maybe I could have not known if not by Your blessing
potentials that again I didn't know if not by Your grace...

Thank You for making me realize
 that I am here 
You really want me to be here
   that I am no mere accident.
Regardless of 
  who are my parents, 
     how I am born
and how my life has been,
You really want me to be here.
And I believe, 
  You have a prime purpose for my life;
You created me for a reason;
   for a certain purpose--
And that is:
   I believe to worship You
      to use this life, 
to declare and share all the love You have let me experience.

   All the days of my life,
Make use of me to bring You glory..
  Let it be, Father God, that my life be a testimony of You. 
Allow me to be of full time service to You..
   to bring You always a reason to smile.
I am humbly welcoming You Father God,
   I am all Yours to use...

(c) Olive Eloisa
9:39 pm
September 04, 2014 

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From your hands that dipped me in cool tubs and soft morn wakes, you were the gentle lion taming my bohemian strains; the lamb of summer rain catching me like a feather on your palm... always, your balm poured moon glow of bliss, erring only when my restless flowers needed to bend: from where pictures stood, time bowed shaping night talks, life’s edges, and paused faces. Then the gas light dripped on lacquered frames, silhouettes fading as I collected our thoughts— marbles in my pocket—to keep me safe from cold winds, rough dreams. And tonight, my breath grows wild, noting the fabric of revelries as I click past lenses : you smile; you laugh. Just when evening’s done, you reach your arms in slow motion to hold me close again...hands that dipped me then, gone, without saying goodbye from a wave of coma when I was only 24. Yet among old photographs, we embrace through love's eyes. Daddy, you're my special treat every day! Happy Father's Day Contest Sponsor: Carol Eastman by nette onclaud

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T h  o  u  s  a  n d  steps, 
    I...must boldly take!
Should I stumble, again
  I  will not succumb.  I must take..
    To climb heaven's gate, I must make.

  to how long, Oh how long...
     minutes, hours,
           days or years?
   I am waiting. Waiting on you, Lord..
I will stand firm over flowing storms blow.
    I am waiting. Waiting on you, Lord..
   I am hopeful... I am waiting on You, Lord.
My soulful heaven intercourse ....
     I pray: "My God, Oh God, guide me to increase"
As raw river rumblings, the appealing gust chimes my peace.

 Winters' biting cold
         Springs' vibrating show glow
    Summers' chanting heat..
        Autumns' bell rings both life and death 
All the season changes waves both smiles and tears
    Still, I am kneeling down clasping both my hands tight
        Trusting You that soon  [God, very soon]
 Your grace is there to bend and mend
     always, always You are at hand...

Salty crystals may glisten through my eyes
    Arms, I will raise high - my whole surrender cry
I believe. Patiently waiting for You `~
    joy, success and peace unto my life, You'll drew...

Whenever temptations lure me frightening my heart 
   stirring, shaking and shattering even my mind...
     Then notes from song's music fade
      Still, I will try... [God, I will try]not to be  fully swayed
 I know...  Your Breathing words are the sweetest..
    Your Living Words: my double edge sword
Everyday to be experienced and explored not ignored.

Past shadows-
  They are foes my God
     Causing shame and cross
Hungry gnawing lions surrounding me
  They are all ready. Ready. Ready to consume the fire in me.
       but, Through You..Through You Oh God.  [I believe.]
My poor tempest-tossed soul will be save
      for sins iron chains, I will break free then rise.

So long as I have breathe, my mouth shall fret
With You Oh God,  with You,  all things are possible...

***Inspired by Psalm

1 I waited patiently for the Lord;   
  he turned to me and heard my cry.
2 He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
  out of the mud and mire; he set my
feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
3 He put a new song. in my mouth,
  a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord
  and put their trust in him

And Matthew 19:26 - With man this is impossible but with God all things are 

© O. E. Guillermo
10:09 AM
AUGUST 16, 2014

Sponsor	Regina Riddle
Contest Name	Bible -
Placed 2nd

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This open letter I share to my dear Soupers,
Especially written for the most special muses I have found.
I dedicate this piece  from the depth of my soul.
To most brilliant and exquisite poets here in site.

To Poet Destroyer a.k.a. Linda,
Your poem "Daddy" changed a view in my life.
I'm a tamed little tigress when I first came in site.
So afraid to post a collective words from my mind.

When I read your poem, it suddenly changed my life!
It's a free verse form, taught me that writing isn't that hard.
I can freely spread my wings then reach the sky.
It taught me how to use the ink inside my heart.

I saw the lighter side of you.
A loving heart, a real you.
Some of your slams show off your angst.
In "Daddy's poem", you won The Oscar's.

Linda, in half of a year I spend with you,
I'd like to tell how much I awe you,
You are the star that lit my night.
You are the muse that keeps me write.

To my dearest highness poet, Nette...
I can't still find the right adjective that suits you best.
Your "Kiss from Heaven" moved me away.
It opened my eyes to what a poetry really means.

Your words are extraordinary,unique and passionate.
It invites me to go down deeper, explore the world beneath.
You showed me a different ways to use an ink.
Then lead me to a magical and wondrous place within.

Thank you for being an inspiration,
The wind beneath my wings.
The best poet I  look up with.
The one that I respect and treasured as friend.

You two are like fuel to my soul.
You help me keep going inspite of sorrow.
You show me the world behind these walls,
You refill my pen to create a poem.

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Walking alone
Often outside
In deep thought
About things of
Great importance.

I wonder aloud
Thoughts amassed
Priorities now
Solutions not clear
Seeking inspiration.

Time’s fleeting
Which is always
Tied to many
Dynamic actions
Begging resolution.

I stop now—
And look heavenward
Solutions abound
Choices are difficult
I’m staying focused.

Use my intuition
Request divine help
Do Nothing
Take your pick
Nothing’s easy.

My soul’s focus
Trust yourself—
First and foremost
God speaks silently
Do it now!              

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(January 27, 2015) (Accentual Meter)

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I Want Not to Fade Away

My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.

I want to leave myself behind, 
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.

Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.

A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity. 

As long as I live, so will she.
I want that, 
when it's my turn to go.

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Does not the pen yield its ink unto the bare page,
For expressionism to spill forward expelling inspirations
Liberal curve, it’s the power of freedom of speech is
It not.
How many have died for what they believe in,
What weight in blood soils, have these brave
Individuals has cost in life’s causes of the justice
And righteous.
These voices sounding can be heard even though
The flesh flame has been extinguished, hope light
Flickers in the darkest corner of silence, and it’s mighty
Winds wave can still be felt amongst the living.
Know one stands alone in a justified cause, if the truth
In the written words is spoken out loud, and is proudly
Bared by the author.
The next generations seeks our kindling fire, to inspire
There small embers to burn more brightly let us encourage
Such raw fuel to ignite, not smother it by smug self righteousness.
Set ablaze the pages of the future generations, let their inspirational
Spark spread, setting the very heavens a fire with enlightenment's torrent.
In this world we are given the gift of speech, thought, and wisdom,
For what other reason but to share the best of ourselves with others,
It is the gleaming light that sizzles in the eyes of the human spirit,
And severs us from the beast of the fields, and it is called Intelligence,
Compassion, and the freedom of speech.


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Youth..... Watch this girl... she has her eyes on a rising dandelion sprouted in high grass, a pensive girl, weaving her way through the fields, looking past weeds to her future, making her way through a maze of thistle solitude, on Saturday afternoons, down hallways and classes on Tuesday, teacher and stranger and parent expectation, she approaches a destination beyond home, clutching the flower to her budding breasts The Elder.... Keep your eyes on her... she is residue of the mute child, now entrusted with a knowing mind and well worn shoes, still clutching the flower to her breast... She peers through pages of old photos, scratching through scraps of half-heard conversation, seeking some color and clarity with a dim vision of the girl that held a prickly spine of a spent dandelion with compromise and resignation The Dead Unable to mouth a sound, I wish to warn each teacher, each mentor, each censor of the flame... I want to shout: "Watch this girl... who held a weightless flame of windswept dream in her eyes, making her way, mediating between her reality and every longing she ever had... Look back to this girl who has always maintained an unblinking gaze on the white star of dandelion in her hand" _____________________________________________ Carrie Richards 8) "One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star." Loren Eiseley

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Quote Me

"If I made one person smile
                 if only for awhile,
                       at the very least
                                 this day has been worthwhile"

8/22/14 For Quote Contest:
Sponsored By Judy Konos

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Golden are finite grains of sand, running smoothly through
The hour glass of time, tiny precious moments of reflections
Treasured gems, captured in thoughts of the shifting pages,
Of the ever turning calendar months.
Against the frosted goblet of remembrance, lie champagne
Lipstick kisses, impressions left overs of smudges residue
Of love's betrayal.
Celebrations bursting bubbles of memory, turning into frothy foam,
That slides downwards, off the empty bottle of regrets broken vows,
Of the New Year's promises sensed past.
A clicking symphony of tiffany tears, shed upon the satin pillow shams,
Dried are the rose petals of passion, cold embers burn within the
Hearth of the tender heart.
Bold is the youthful yearling, whom stands upon the Oedipus of
Emergence, strong is the inner being, a blossoms flower yielding,
Yearning to sprout, to feel the warmth of the sun's loving grace,
Yet banished beneath the weight of truth's injustice at the end.
But in hopes faith it grows, lighting up the box window pane of reality,
Climbing upwards towards the heaven's enlightenment of
Ripple do the waves of the timeless, one more waltz to dance,
Another romance to enhance with their devotional trance, a
Lingering flickering flame moves across the ocean of the broken
Hearted lover, who listens only to the music’s rheum.
Oh in desires high pitch moment of consequence does not
The innocent victim lie slain, at the footsteps of lusts threshold
Of adulthood, evergreen is the tree of the New Year, and
Loneienesses vines, creep along the life lines of the
Devotional heart.


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A New Dawn

   After cancer and after surgery 
I returned to work and the [poetry scene
  My eyes have seen the face of death 
 I continue to hope 
that one day the various peoples 
of the world will get along 
  I realize that the tides of peace 
arrange themselves 
   in patterns which are difficult for us to understand 
     After all - we are mortal and fallible 
Yet there strength 
   in all of us 
Which comes forth 
in the most trying of circumstances

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Letting Go

       Letting Go  								
Mama I love you
While I open the door for him while he carries a laundry basket full of cloths
“Thank you mama, 
“I love you mama.”
While he goes out to his car to go to work at a prison as a prison guard, I say,
“Be careful,”
“I love you”
While I watch him walk out I shed a tear,
As I watch him walk off, I think of wishing he was small again so I could hold him and protect him of what is waiting for him out there in this world. 
But then I think of what I have been taught, Let him grow up and leave him in the Lords hand not mine.
I think of moments like this is when I fall little of God’s faith, 
And remember, to please trust in God and his Word, 
For my faith in Him has always guided me in my life. 
By Eve 

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Hold My Hand

Walking on a fine line
Finer than  a silky hair
Oops! We are mistaken
Hair is a rope of proteins and
Then a chain of amino acids
Is it an illusion? A phantasm?
Why they then connect 
Alike coaches of a train?
Harmony may be the glue
Attaching and sticking them
Together, dashing on the track of life.
I think, the line is nothing but 
A series of dots embedded 
In the matrix of unity
Come hold my hand, let us 
Make a line of life or lifeline 
Shun the inconvenience, Dear,
Nature loves symmetry.

© 25/09/2014
Malik Yaseen

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Humbling Self

 Removing the sharpness
 of doubts corners
 Rounding off the edges
 of borrowed defeats 
 No room for either
 at this table of peace

 Examining the discards
 with prayer
 clothed in the sackcloth
 of meekness
 the spirit bends knees
 in humbled repentance

 Meekness bids the oil
 of forgiveness
 as humility bows
 to understanding
 while the ashes 
 beg the embers
 from stronger hands

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Being Saved

When we were lost,
    How did we feel,
    Before we came to the cross
    Is God real ?

    Before that day,
    When we turn from sin,
    In a world in which we play,
    Tired of the pain deep with in.

    Jesus came to show a way,
    To make stright the path,
    For narrow is the gate,
    Yet here we are at last.

   Thru the days of wonder,
   Now you can see his Glory,
   His word are as Thunder,
   Now can you see the true story ?

   Yes, Our God is real,
   My eye's have seen from where i've Been,
   His love and grace my heart is sealed,
   He calls me friend.
   Forgiven, made whole,
   I now walk and talk to him,
   from the pit of hell from I was entering
   Jesus saved my soul from all my sins.

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The Heartbeat Of God

High on a hillside,
in the middle 
of the marigolds 
and the meadowlarks,
 I sit, stilling my soul.
my fingers feel God's 
cool, green grass.

I press my fingers 
down into the soft, 
moist earth.
The palm of my hand
starts to throb.
As if I am 
the heartbeat 
of God.

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Hardboiled Woman

Hardboiled women, has your solid heart never been cracked.

Your golden soul still intact.

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

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

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O Light!

I meander through this maze called world,
seeing darkness everywhere, even in the
bright desert light, my soul ripped by doubt
and fear, and utter loneliness, only slaved
by a sudden wave of love, or a flicker of hope.

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I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

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

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

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My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

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A Beautiful Reverie

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

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Tomorrow I Will Write

Soggy skies     clouds the gray of
dingy white clothes on laundry day       
Rain drips    a leaky faucet gathering slowly 
in cupped leaves    forming quivering puddles      
A crow’s ebony feathers shine as if freshly oiled
Wet foliage glistens in early morning flashes of lightning
There is nothing to inspire me today
Tomorrow    I will write a poem

The leak intensifies    clouds darkening from gray to black    
shifting and stacking on themselves
The pipes burst    a deluge slapping the window panes
Wind driven branches scrape the roof     
Flowers bend double    shield petals with long leaves
Thunder rolls like a sack of marbles spilling 
onto a wooden porch    drowning out my thoughts
Tomorrow    I will write a poem

I arose this morning    raging against a dry spell
anticipating being inspired by a walk in the meadow
hoping the beauty of a late summer day would bring
the words tumbling from my pen
Instead I watch the world slide gently from sun to shadow
see thirsty grass being pummeled by pellets of rain
As I watch    the dry earth becomes greener 
There are only so many ways to describe green or wet
Tomorrow    I will write a poem

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Reality's Angel

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

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Ordinary Precious Stones

Buddha saw it first
but as is his way never let me in on it.
The stones, rough, unfinished,
ill sized tribute to chaos, beckoned.

I closed my eyes
It started to take shape in the mist.
Each stone should have its place
separate yet dependent on the others.
They should not attract attention for themselves
but become a part of a greater beauty.

I touched each stone, listened to its passion,
rolled it, positioned it so the sun would
augment its finest facets.  Allowing them time
to adjust, to relate themselves one to another.

When each stone hummed in wind coaxed OMMMMM
I rested, placed the Buddha in the midst
of these, now precious, stones.

Each morning I look out on the Buddha
in the midst of his rock garden, see the
sun creep over his shoulder glancing off
the facets of those most ordinary
precious stones.

Submitted to – Precious Stones and Gems – Poetry contest
Sponsor – Anthony Slausen

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Dust and Ash

Dust & Ash Meteors falling from the sky like stars sparkling in the night. The volcano’s dust forms below Iceland’s clouds. Life stops. Pilots stand. Air traffic is discontent, as the volatile atmosphere erupts. Through the blocking of the sun, volcanic ash plumes. The earth will be cool for a year or two. A washout will come. Iceland’s dust and ash – gone. __________________________/ *About This Poem: Volcanic ash plume from Cleveland Volcano, located on Chuginadak Island in the Aleutian Island Chain off Alaska. NASA image taken by Jeff Williams, Flight Engineer, from the International Space Station. Please view @ __________________________/ Sponsor: nette onclaud Contest Name: A NIGHT SKY User Name: Verlena S. Walker Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine Date of Entry: March 20, 2014 Date Written: March 20, 2014 ________________________________| The Saddest Landscape (POEM)Contest Sponsor: SKAT A User Name: Verlena S. Walker Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine Date of Entry: March 22, 2014 Date Written: March 20, 2014

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Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .

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An Artist

Him and I are very different...
he sees a strange painting
I see beauty and mystery
he sees a stupid ballet
I see technique, emotion, passion
he sees a tree or the ocean
I see wonder and grace
he sees the sky or feels the wind
I see miracles and endless possibilities
he sees a homeless man
I see history and fear 
he sees money and power
I see evil and greed
he sees a tear and weakness
I see pain and a breaking point
he sees diffrences
I see individuality and commonality as a human race
he sees insanity
I see creativity and curiousity
he sees life
I see a journey and a struggle
he sees a trophy wife... a convenience
I see understanding, my mind, my heart
In me I see the painting and the ballet
I am part of the tree, the ocean, and the sky
I too am like the homeless man who is weak and tired
I cry and I am probably slighty insane
but I am different... I don't need money or power
I am the artist... I just need the special vision to be able to paint the story of my life

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A Lollipop in Page

The chirp of cloudy morning peal its wondrous beauty 
As it was a perfect moment to sip the taste of an old times
Pampered and drawn by those vintage voices
Shrunk in this sweet anomaly,  the frames of a time roamer

Word by word, time after time
An anecdote is herding, I'm dancing in a rime
Reread all my writes, feel the flakes of each verses
My masterpieces in time, the journal of life's flavours

Now I'm landing on a sketch of laughters
Where I feel the rainbow of bliss
A small creature is trying to stay
In a warm belly it grows in its way

Waiting is the first list to do
Hoping for the best is the lovely second line
I have another story to make
And this time I offer you the lollipop in page

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A Poet's Search

The light is kept at bay by impending darkness,
Night has come and all sounds fall in silence,
At the edge of the forest, a poet sits,
Gazing at the stars, as if waiting for an angel's visit

His mind wonders and wanders,
He prays his thoughts are not torn asunder,
Inspiration and guidance he desires,
For him to one day stand amongst the greats, he aspires

Darkness and light have concluded their fight,
Light is freed and with it brings the morning sun,
The poet's soul is deep with regret,
For his search in the darkness bore no fruit but that of failure,
But admist the sun's rays he stood mesmerized by the forest's beauty,
The Poet then found what he had been searching for,
For his conquest to find inspiration did not lie in the deep void of the oblivious darkness,
But instead in the majestic aura of light's almightiness

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Fading Away To Nothing

I feel like I am fading away to nothing,
blending into an ordinary crowd,
where no one even notices me anymore.
Like an April snowflake, freely falling, landing on warm cement.
And, fading away with a short existence.

Or, an August raindrop in a passing storm,
dripping onto dry, weathered porch steps,
soaking into the wood grain, absorbing the very life of me.
Eventually leaving nothing behind.

Or like autumn leaves,
that once shined like gold in an October sunset,
now slowly withering and drifting to the ground
only to be raked aside,
or blown away to who knows where.

I feel like I am fading away to nothing.
A reflection in a mirror, that I can no longer recognize.
I don't want to be forgotten, especially to myself.
Like a lost spirit that no one can see, or even knows exists.
I'm dying out like the last spark of a flickering candle.
And evaporating into thin air like melting wax.

Like a piece of colored paper left in the sun's rays,
losing it's original brilliance, day by day,
the longer it is left there,
like no one cares about it anymore.
Or more like a bright helium balloon that escaped 
from a crying child's hand
drifting away and out of my reach, gone with the wind
And, disappearing into the clouds forever.
Fading away to nothing.

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Devil Disguised As Cancer

You try to lead a auspicious life,
Trying your best to mirror Christ,
Well done my faithful servant is the remark you want for your fight,
Church is your Paradise, 
Everyone thinks you are swell,
You have the faith of a mustard seed like Jonah inside of the whale,
Suddenly out the blue rapid pains invade your body,
Oh Lord I trust in you,
My faith will never disembody,
Until one day you give in to pain and frantically need a answer,
The doctor sheds a tear,
I'm sorry but you have cancer,
Stage 4,
Now you are in your last days , 
This is not a phase,
Your days are blue even in the mist of sun rays..
Your family is in a rage over this information,
Hopeless despair engaged like a Jew in concentration,
Separated from humanity equals abrupt insanity,
Cancer can be depressing,
Chemo is very stressing,
Fatigue forbids you from assessing your blessings,
I know its very difficult ,
Just hold on and continue to pray,
Because at the end of the day, 
God has the last say...

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My Self

Radiating, never fading, permeating
In the abyss of my self, it is my self!
Never waisting time to get away from
The self you have projected,
Expected of me!
Now I detest it,
I'm infected,
And I wish to be free!

So I ask my self to be thyself and bless those that are worthy to receive my wealth.

I never talk to my self because It's good for my health,
I only talk to my self because it's elevating,
Only when I'm by my self
Do I find my self constantly creating
Debating was my self, on the realization of it self!
When did you become aware of your self?
Was a question that was asked,
By a man fully clothed in glass,
Cus I saw through him
And him through me
And so you see
It was not the question
But the situation 
That led me to be,
Intrigued to know and not believe,
That I am my self regardless of who you want me to be!

So I ask my self to be thyself and bless those that are worthy to receive my wealth.  RP

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A kiss worth its taste

She’s too tough for hallmark’s corruption,

                too cool for an easy rhyme.

If I were to bring her flowers, 

I’d have to buy a package of

Reese’s cups, and a bag 

of licorice to construct

a bloom worth savoring. 

She craves the originality

of a still dreaming sun rise

popping its back against 

the morning, wiping 

cloudy sleep out of 

the eyes of our 

lambent sky.

The calm of hot tea’s

embrace, as the warmth

of its revision surges

down a chocolaty wasted


The purity of a love 

sweetened kiss, 

in the arms of life’s poetry.

If I were to bring her flowers,

I’d bring them with that embrace;

A kiss worth its taste. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Truth You Are My Addiction

Truth you are my addiction                                                                                                                As I turn again on a new road to follow after you                                                                           Finding only the remnants of your passing to comfort me                                                            I am in love with you as you jump from one thought to another                                                      Moving through each shade and shadow and vibration of my life                                                     Beckoning me always to do better                                                                                                   Inspiring me to be kinder                                                                                                           And pushing me to one discovery after another                                                                           As we move always toward a more perfect union in the light

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Glebe house gallery

Floating scents 
of blossoms 
Walking in the ashes 
Of Derek's heaven 
Inbound upon vision 
Falling crystal teardrops 
Summer dew 
On the ground 

Beautiful gardens surround 
Explosive in nature's beauty 
Blossoms of all shades 
Bouquet the very earth 
In the sweet 
beautiful aroma 

In the scent 
a beautiful fragrance 
Entering the house 
Blue awakens senses 
Opening vision 

Falling to it flattery 
Famous artists everywhere 
In its twentieth 
century grandeur 
A harvest 
of art 

Entering a peacock 
held on my vision 
My mark on time 
I saw a Picasso 
Holding the kitchen 
In a brightened air 

Renoir held the upstairs 
In a setting 
burning warm 
A pretty maiden 
In pose 

Speaking volumes 
inside of me 
Snake skin slipperS 
Upon the beds ground 
In the wardrobe 
a rustic jacket 
Christian Dior 

Upon the bed 
Lay sweetheart pillows 
A lady's promise 
On her fisherman's 
Safe return 

Each window 
A different picture 
Picturesque beautiful 
Different views 
Of the grounds 

Walking towards the lake 
Birds singing 
In its gentle breeze 
Nature whispers 
in the trees 

Leaves one's soul 
Whistling in the leaves 
In a silent stare 
Across the water 
Inbound sound 
A fish plops 

Spiraling ripples 
on the surface 
Breaking reflections 
A gentle breeze 
Caresses the brow 

Aroma flares 
Within the nostrils 
Trees standing 
Their ground 
Centuries looking over 
standing tall 
Amongst the blossoms 

The sun 
Will forever smile 
In moonlight 
Silver shadows 
casting the soul 
In all its beauty 

In the colours 
of a butterfly 
Kissing heaven 
Upon its air 
a butterfly kiss 

Fluttering beautiful 
Floating on 
Glebe's breeze 
Falling around 
Glebe house 

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Around the Fireplace

As we sit around the fire
reminding ourselves of our ancestors' ways,
we should also remember the Great Spirit,
which has bestowed blessings on us,
in the form of rain, rich harvest,
and beautiful land.

The Cloud Warriors are drumming in the skies,
ushering in the rhythm of rebirth and prosperity
for our descendants,
and acting to the will of the Great Spirit,
who sees all, and is never seen....

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A Letter To-Robert Frost

He speaks to me of  living,
of men and truths and nature.
I understand him..simple words
that send a message....
Not complicated, with the need
to decipher every line...
He brought me to the love of words...

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about the great poets here

(my friends i wrote the piece below in one long exhale. i did not change a word but 
rather let it sit as it fell. could the writing be improved. yes it could but why try to 
create a masterpiece when finger painting is so much fun. you have greeted me with 
wide open arms. you have been a great support at a stressful time in my life. so here 
it is from my heart to yours.)

they are those who ride us on their backs
 send us on journeys to places they built
one chess piece at a time

they put into words 
what we knew 
but could not say

why am I telling you this

there are wonderful poets here

choose a dish
 visit their buffets
taste more than one feel
give it a whirl

experience worlds you'll never find on a mac
visit their vivid dreams
drive one of their soap bubbles
ski on the end of a needle and thread

discover the barely open doors
the naked flesh between the creases
 displays lined in scrap paper
that one can absorb eyes closed

crawl  under and over the sea
tunnel the milky way to a brand new galaxy
witness a sky that like curtains part
peak at what is on the other side

life is short play nude
spend a bitty bit of time 
with bitty bits of folksy folks
 on a striped colored blur 

they are special the poets who live here
so do yourself a flavor 
put on your roller blades 
and go for the tricycle ride of your life

here is the best part and get this
(i hope your holding your breath
and turning red white and blue)
some of their poems rhyme
some of them even use styles

here comes the huge reveal
( unlike me who is not really a poet
and doesn't actually know it)
they use good grammar
extensive vocabularies
and here's the kicker
capital letters
and proper punctuation 

go figure
which they also use
well that figures

there are great poets here
you do yourself a disfavor 
if you're only here to write
and not here to read

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I can do no right by you,
And for that I'm sorry--
Like the goddesses of old you are the dawn,
A light so bright casting away shadows of the night--
For your love there could be no wrong.
As the Sun,
One can only glance at thee for you are so Beautiful to behold


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A Poem, The Poet

This pen writes not a story, 
but a life upon a page; its glory. 
Love for the writing; the heart,
thumping, beat after beat, never apart.
Conceived of bones, the ash; this pen, 
to ink bleeding veins, attached. 
A cut, this scrap; of emotions peeled. 
The scaring tissue; with Soul is healed. 
Lightning arcs through nerve endings' link;
Dreams are sparks. Thoughts, the ink.
Not a story, but a life and a pen.
For this is a poet, his poem with no end.

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Visionary Angels

     Walking down the 
road of life 
    we run into the unusual
 Echoes in the 
   deep canyons 
of the mind 
   bring forth creativity
Did you ask 
    for visionary angels to inspire you? 
No - perhaps you didn't 
    well they will come to you 
  bearing the gift of poetry 
living you with a very warm glow 
   in the interior of your woul

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Think world not countries,
Think people not race,
Think life not species,
Think God not skies,
Think personality not name,
Think art not color,
Think sport not games,
Think home not shelter,
Think love not hate,
Think pride not ego,
Think heal not pain.

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Pages are getting empty
Pages are getting fancy

Pages forklift reality's presence in stages
Heavy duty pages staging reality's lip designers in mood Olympics
The ink gets lifted higher than fake smiles and verdicts
Page your rage with sharpened lips
Screw-drive crazy pages 

Wicked ways do work life's only filed pages
Rages stored in freezers to free us from unknown creatures
Words walk pages in stages

Ebola cough sicknesses grow the need to live longer
Pass them antiviral word blankets
Ready them from sick expressions
The world is cold

Let all poets drink hand writings on keyboards
Storyboard Stokers
Cage breakers
The invisible models selling ideas
Let them loan capital letters so they can start their busyness in poetry 

Poetry is like an anger management storage 

In piles pages turn into buildings painting skyscrapers
Any soul scared of heights stays dizzy
Higher beyond all poetry that’s freezing
Easy escapism
Any soul scared of heights stays dizzy

Freezing expressions escaping a free tour for speaking dummies

On coming lanes are for unprepared dummies 
Wasting creativity flowing for bunnies
I speak on behalf of all empty pages turning fancy
Interviews flood on views 
How we choose to loose
How we choose to snooze only words given as presents

Pages are getting empty
Pages are getting fancy

© Raymond Ngomane 

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Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-

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Love Never Fades

There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. 

---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all

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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt

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I wish I weren't me

I wish I weren't me!


I sometimes wish that I weren't me!

I were who I've always wanted to be!

A loving angel of the seventh heaven!

Chosen from seraphs of all the seven!

For my devotion to all the living souls!

In their suffering, who softly consoles!

Reaches instantly to whoever is in pain!

To give tender loving care most humane!

To look after dotingly for an ailing child!

To treat gently even the ones gone wild!

Even if I didn't have the powers to cure!

I could make sickness easier to endure!

Wherever I went, I took moments of joy!

With a soothing caress, or a magical toy!

My aura made grieving souls get a smile!

To keep it forever, not just to last a while!

I could enable infirm to independently live!

Instead of taking help, become able to give!

Not just I could heal bodies, also the minds!

Turn the impaired into a genius of a rare find!

In that quest I've worn a healer's white coat!

To do my little part though it's nothing of note!

I know I can never be who I've wanted to be!

But I can keep trying to become a better me!


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My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

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Cristiano Ronaldo

Came to Manchester United as an 18 year old
With a lot of potential and talent to use
Back then you were just a cocky showboat
But you practised everyday and had the right attitude

Your determination, passion and desire
To keep improving has to be admired
Sir Alex Ferguson said you’re the most talented player he’s ever had 
And you said he was like your football dad

You amaze us all with your skills and tricks
You get frustrated at yourself for any shot you miss
In my eyes you will be the greatest ever
Thank you for all the memories you gave us in Manchester

You never hid the fact it was your goal to be the best
Well you’ve achieved that
I remember when I cried when you left
Us for Madrid, hopefully one day you will be back

People call you “arrogant” because of your desire to be the greatest
But you’re humble as you do a lot for charity and people who need it
You even paid 50k out of your own money for a child’s cancer treatment
You wanted to be the best and you’ve achieved it

Each year you just keep getting better
And continue to amaze me
Most football fans consider you one of the greatest ever
Thank you for all the inspiration you have gave me

As a kid you hit a teacher with a chair because she made fun of your Portuguese accent
You were constantly told you wouldn’t make it as a footballer
Now it’s you who’s laughing
Anytime people told you, you couldn’t, you stood taller

Last night you won your third ballon D’or
Giving us football fans a lot of moments of heaven
In almost every match you score
You will always be the best Cristiano Ronaldo 7 

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My Grandma

Grandpa breathed his last  when
My father was still in my grandma’s womb
For me it’s a distant dream to recall
What he looked like or what he was.
But what the people of the town said
That he was all in one for education of the kids
A head-master, a teacher, a peon, a caretaker.

But I do remember my grandma with whom
I lived since my birth to my teenage till
I left for the university education.
My grandma widowed at the age of nineteen
Bringing up my father, settled him for a good life.
Built a tall wall against all Tsunamies and if
there were Tsunamies, they're on the other side of the wall.

And then………..
She got up in the dawn, and knelt and blew
Till the seed of the fire flickered and a-glow
And then she had to scrub and baked and swept,
Went to river for wash and 
Bring a pot of drinking water
Till stars were beginning to blink and peep;
And me lie long and dreamt in my bed,
And her day went over in idleness.
Waited my return from the school and
If late by a few minutes, 
Will come half the way to school.
While she must work though old 
Till the seed of the fire got feeble and cold
Getting cataracts in both her eyes and
I was her eyes and her ears and hands later
I remember my grandma as she lay dying,
What she said of me to my dad "that Babu,
He's all the treasure you will ever need”.


October 19, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Sixth Place win
Contest: Sketch a character by Gautami Phookan

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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight

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Final Adieu

Final Adieu

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

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college

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The Late Night Moral Owl

Supposed that life is not a limitation
Supposed that it stands, strips each and every casement of the mysteries
Penetrate the time limits
Penetrate the gray shutter

An illegible wilderness 
A term that created to never stop
Each individual is like running but does not stepping
Is like carried away into the mainstream of nowhere

Restrictions unstoppable 
Once in a while we confined and defined
You feel like understand, but more over in guessing
You were trapped in a perception of your virtual world

The elapsed labyrinth was the history by you
Created over the ideas and shapes of you
Say that you've been created by the basis of world's presumptions 
Will it be better than stripped by the dimension of infinite freedom?

“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.”
-William Blake

Yanny Widjanarko
Dec'14, 2013

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down here in the trenches

Down Here in the Trenches

“In 1971, President Nixon, loosing (sic) the war in Vietnam, declared war on cancer…”
M. Bower & J Waxman 2006

Down here in the trenches
Where cancer frames the view
The unfortunate afflicted
Gather side by side
United in their private battle

With futures fallen like rain drops
Forming puddles at their feet
They are stripped of their very selves
Decimated by the disease 
And how we treat

For in the depths of these trenches
Cells die in their beds
As the devastated sufferers
Make alliances as dangerous
As their cancerous threats

They fight with science 
Stainless steel
And chemistry

They fight with their bodies
Hair loss
Steroidal appetites
And minimal immunity

They fight with determination
And dignity

For here on the front line
The brave make a stand 
Flanked by a company
Of family and friends
They scheme and form plans

Amid booms of laughter
The rat tat tat of many voices
Advice is given to recent strangers
On all topics from head wear 
To garden maintenance

Out here at the front
Of the war for humanity
Fighting for the ultimate prize
To eradicate cancer from their lives
The courageous level their sights 
On the enemy

I have entered this in Poet Destroyer A's "Pinktober" comp. What a great cause!!

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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

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Between Two Moments

When passion roars 

in our bosoms 

for mounting on horseback 

that breaks through fortresses

or mounting a cloud

to plant in its whiteness

the banners of madness

or ascending a star

to break in its space 

the barriers of silence 

it’s alright to search for a myth 

in whose folds we tuck  

a few details that

make known our presence

that they may 

give a couple of sparks  

or light up a couple of candles 

or add a couple of sentences

to the lines of our life, confined 

between two moments of the spirit’s manifestations  

the moment of its rise 

in a dumbfounded embryonic lump 

and the moment of its convulsion 

in a conquered heartbeat.

(Translated from Arabic)

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It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!

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Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

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Dear Sylvia
I wish I could tell you that when
I read your poems     so dark and devoid of hope
they drive me to hold onto hope at all costs
to find the tiniest sliver of illumination in the dark corners

I wish I could tell you that you were better
than you ever thought     You were too tough on yourself
projecting your future behavior based on past performance

We all stumble and fall
We all sin     but are still more than the sum of our mistakes
We all lie to cover our faults     You brilliantly used poetry
to repave life’s road     laid down words as temporary coverings
to hide the blemishes     But your tears kept washing them away

I wish I could reach back over the span of years 
to turn off the knobs on your stove     open the windows 
to release the deadly gas     and wake you     to beg you 
to write again

I was only a little girl when you left     too young to help     
I grew up to benefit from your legacy of pain
You were the all encompassing darkness that inspired
a legion of writers to keep stacking the words 
and climbing higher     until we could break free

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Dear POETRYSOUP, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit. I am writing this on the Inspiration of Heather Ober's Contest "Love Letter". First off I want to Thank-YOU all for YOUR many Gracious Comments. They are appreciated and Inspirational. Some of YOU know about my strokes and the handicap they cause me, as far as writing any comments back to YOU. I am sorry.A few of YOU know about my stomach cancer,and how the doctors removed half of my stomach and replaced it with whatever they replace stomach lineing with. However that lining ripped and I go for surgery tomorrow. Here is my delima; After the recovery from the surgery they want me to move back to the apartment (they pay for) and leave my Cabin on the mountain for ever. I have a 24/7 nurse,(and my Spirit Nurse; Suzanne Delaney) his name is Nick and he said he would stay with me at the cabin (with a cut in pay). now I do not know why Nick is a Nurse and not a Doctor, he can do everything but surgery. sorry I am rambling.
 YOU are probable saying to Yourselves "What has this got to do with LOVE? By my  cabin I have a house, actually a Shrine : to my DEAREST Most Only Beloved LENORE : my
Wife. I have her POETRY, her Pictures and her Butterfly collection. I had the only thing left from Our Everlasting Day; Her Transparent White Wedding Vail, stolen 4 years ago in a break-in. So my ? to my Beloved Family : POETRYSOUP is :Should I go to the Apartment(across the street from hospital)or spend the next 6 moths to a year at the cabin where my True LOVE abides,with Doctor Nick. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Loyal Liege...HGarvey Daniel Esquire Aka - Harry - HG

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It's a November
when I find myself walking 
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I think it shows in your little sun-tanned face.
I feel it myself from deep within.
Slowly welling up like a spring of water
From a dry ground, long athirst.
I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us
Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs.
Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know.
Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky 
Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment.
Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter.
Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds
like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them, 
cease 'em before away they fly.
A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should.
A many of this I pray to come,
A joyful carefree walk with my little boy;
Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.

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Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
(ya hoo)

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Tangible Dreams

In the midst of darkness descending 
above me, 
Stillness seems to overtake sound, 
Allowing moments for deep thought 
in this mirror of solitude.

I tend to reminisce on those dreams I 
grab from the photogenic events of 
the past.

Once touched, I’m taken back by the 
moments that can’t be replaced. 

So during this moment of tranquility; 
I pray no external force interrupts 
The calm waters in my mind. 

Lucky for me, it’s a reoccurring dream; 
And as vivid as these fantasies are, 
None compare to the peaceful illusions 
of family gatherings. 

It was only yesterday, when I illustrated thoughts 
of a child, 
Always curious of that deep ocean floor, 
Where familiar kin paint their residence ; 
I was an eyewitness to many overlooked 
areas within my family’s ocean. 

Yet with many pieces missing as a result of 
loved ones ascending to a higher cause, 
This puzzle remains incomplete until that 
last tomorrow.

However in these possible moments 
of delusion; 
I’m a child again touching the fabric 
of my influential past.

As I continue this unforgettable daydream,
I ask again for no interruption; 
For with every reminiscent moment, 
I know of myself better and what I 
could be in a tangible future. 

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You find a way out of the grave
You move the stone
You find a way into my heart
You move the stone

You find a way to free the hopeless 
And bring the banished home to stay
Yes LORD............
You still move the stone today

More to come.........

protected by a higher power

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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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Last Summer Saturday

Poorly heated coffee;
I can't seem to get it hot enough.
Tired eyes still rolling,
Film draped for dreaming.
This last Summer Saturday,
Might as well call it Fall.
The pumpkins out and jumping,
Future jack-o-lanterns for fun.
Gentle breeze cascades,
Every once in a while a poof.
Sunny sun still sunning;
Please don't ever go away.
Time to heat up the coffee;
My goodness this is good!
So open arms and lean back;
God is so, so good!

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I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 

And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 

If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 

If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
Just for something this grand. 

The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.

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Oh where does the dragonfly go, between the reeds,
And murky shore.
Gently dipping his wings edges, in the waters cooling
 Ripples, dancing across the tingling ponds waves,
To moisten it's beautiful translucent appendages,
So sheer and delicate of design.
Danger's bullfrog, on the Lilly pads so sits still,
Waiting ever so patiently, for the dragonfly to slip.
Yet awareness’s great aerial acrobat, knows better
 Not to mess around with this amphibian's slick
Devilish tongue.
So flights fancy leads him beyond, the flabby 
Froggies reach.
Testing limitations boundaries, this lighter
Than air insect, soars at mercy's whim,
 Gliding the currents wind, and tasting freedom's
Glory of wonderment.
Inspiration's tiniest of miracles, melts the poetic
Heart within, humbling one to pause, at nature's
Beauty beyond words expression.
Gleaming beneath the summers sun, the light
Shines and shimmers, as if made of glass,
A reflective surface of diamonds, cast asunder
With hews deepest blues, as it's aquatic canvas
Background below.
In this spiritual garden of the wetlands, cannot
Thee taste the essence of true purity, amongst
Clarity’s crystal clear air.
Oh do I not envy such a creature, as this the
Dragonfly, to drift a aloft from reed, to the
Abandoned Lillie pad, and see such magnificent
Natural beauty within nature itself.







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He wants to say "I love you,"
But keeps it to "Goodnight."
Because love would mean some falling,
and she's afraid of heights.


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Beyond The Distance And The Days

Our love grows stronger,
Even beyond the distance,
Even beyond the days.
I know you're with me always
And I'm always with you;
In God together we're together forever
And physically we'll be together forever soon.

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Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!

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Will We Know Him

Will We Know Him?

Will we know Him if He stood in front of us?
If He walked by us on the street?
Will we know Him?
If we have a chance to meet Him in our  lifetime?
In that split second that we meet Him?
Our eyes met for the first time?
Will we know Him?
Yes reading the moment we stood side by side?
Our smiles are very clear
Our heart jumps around
Yes we do know Him?
That look, and that feeling
When we know we've found our home
Yes we do know Him
Yes we know what to say to Him
As we walk away together
Yes we know Him as He knows us His children
We are finally together

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

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Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013

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Hunting Inspiration

clutching my net of optimism
I hide –down wind-
behind a current event
and watch Inspiration drink
from the pool
of my desires

four days I’ve tracked
along these promising plains
guided by past experience
to Inspiration’s various homes
but only ever
glimpsing false hope

when the sky turns dark
and the night feels hollow
with a chill of disappointment
for another unsuccessful day
I dream of Inspiration
such a beautiful dream

entering the grove of despair
I gulp the nectar of chance
and now I spy Inspiration
but with my blurred vision
and unreliable coordination
my net swings wide


Unfortunately I find myself in this place yet again.

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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!

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Falling In Like

I love it when you hold me close, and always want to play.
How in the morning you message me; on every single day.
When you call me every night, before I close my eyes-
Or always tell the truth; never any lies. 

When I get to see your passion with every story that you tell,
How even when you’re angry, those feelings never dwell. 
I love that you protect me, from everything around;
That even when I’m lost, I know that I’ll get found. 

I love that whenever you start to drive, you make me kiss your cheek.
How my stomach gets butterflies with each sweet word you speak.
That you cuddle me for a moment and then turn on your side,
That all of your accomplishments and family give you pride. 

I love that you support every decision that I make,
That even if you’re embarrassed of things- you’ve never acted fake.
How you always want me to be happy, no matter how I feel.
That even when we make things up- it’s never been more real. 

How you always make these plans, that often tend to change;
When you smile at my senseless jokes, and when I’m acting strange.
That you always say I’m pretty, even when I don’t think that it’s true-
How you think that I’d want anyone else; when all I want is you.

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HUMANS, ANTS AND SHADOWS The smallest ants cast long shadows. . . Little they are but see how discipline they can be Millimeters apart, they all unify in a single file It's a dismay that at some point Humans, don't show such discipline Instead of waiting for their turn Sometimes one overtakes, one assumes someone else's post just to be on time selfish motive or emergency, who knows? Polymorphic ants, they merge to do an umbrella of tasks Humans regardless of status and age All are entitled to do some chore inside ones home, school or workplace Hand and hand in a web of labor Talking to each other with their own way: pheromones Some colonies act as one but some misunderstands, they fight. Humans as well does communicate with the languages that abound this earth. Hence, we can readily convey our thoughts but still, highest among creations, there are still confusions and war. Amazing! Such little creatures, Ants and we, humans, one way or another cast long shadows. . . _________________________ ©O. E. Guillermo 03:31 pm, January 16, 2015 Note: Pheromones -- chemical substances released by insects (e.g. ants, bees, wasps etc.) the influences their physical behaviour particularly communication, signals.

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The Book

I am a book and I’m the author
I walk experience in my pages
Pages made to cover similar hardships in novels 
I puke poetry and sing boring songs while cooking words in ovens 
I believe in walking crippled paragraphs

I am a book 
Look i designed my cover in smiley looks 
A very loud template with innocent news 
Piles of smiles that attract visions not prisons
I am a lesson don’t fall in my trap 
I've dribbled my own games with my own words 

Say it
Say you love me, even if you don’t 
I long to taste the sound of your affection
Say the things lovers fill their tummies with
You don’t have to mean it 
Please say it
Fool my mind, give me a hug before Sunday

My life is a statue 
That Arrogance standing motionless in front of uninvited opponents 
My old school way of speaking new images 
Life undresses my naked truth with no omissions 
I am a lost sculpture like my mother's grave 
I am brave 
I forced my lovers to hate me in many ways 
They tried making sense of my existence
I hardly speak for other verses but souls

I am a book
Say the words in the back of my heart
Say you adore me 
Even if it’s not registered in your mind
Be blind and see your love for me, be kind

Why me
Why am i a recollection in your old shelves
Bloody memories
Why revisit me when life blesses you with hot claps 
I am covered in black 
I spared wheelchairs for any of my broken pages
I am far from segregation
I am your bestselling knowledge in high voltage 
I am your tour guide with guaranteed knowledge
I am a jacket to self-made cigarettes
Your soft pages 
My dusty unreadable pages are covered at the end of my life no worries
My mind has muscles but suffer not from steroids
I am addicted to meanings of my metaphors 
Say something about me please, 
Even if saying it decreases your energy 

Blind fold your approach and pride 
Neighbour my disciples and their kinds 
Just give me hope for preaching hope 
Crown me King
I am a simple bible
You know that 

Say the things you thought about me 
Hello be thy word, thy medicated voice
Thy will be written in different styles
Hello be thy easy to speak to many hearts
I am a book hated by many
My racial skills are empty not blurry
I am a book and I am the author
I am your words in your world

© Raymond Ngomane 

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Self Confidence of Pride

It's not about having money and thinking your above everything and everybody

It's not about being less fortunate and thinking you can run game on whatever you please

It's not about color and where you stand in any position

It's not about being older and knowing more and thinking to take advantage of the younger ones

It's not about being smarter and looking at others as if they have no qualifications

It's not about gender and who can do what job better

It's not about what side of the city you represent, but how you represent yourself as an individual

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The Wind---quote

"If you were dirt, you'd have no choice in the path the wind carries you. Live freely, being wise in the decisions made today."
Pace, G. INK-U-SCRIPT 10-28-2013

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Move On

So you sinned?
Well, that's done and over with!
Keep it in the past
'Cause that's where it belongs.
But ask Jesus for forgiveness;
Don't dwell on mistakes any longer
Because He makes you new again:
Love is the outcome;
Forget the wrongs,
Love and move on!

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United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

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By Our Side

By my side:
The tallest mountain,
The calmest pond,
The purest stream;
My hope and strength,
Faith and love;
The Lord,
Our God,
Always by our side

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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

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Jesus, Please Take Over Me

You've fallen down again;
How can you let darkness win?
You just scraped your knee,
You didn't break your leg.
It will all be okay;
I will give you strength.
Brush it off, my child;
Come and take my hand.
Let me help you up again;
You will be okay.
I have always been with you,
And I always will be.
I am by your side,
But this time,
Will you allow me to take the lead?

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My Inner Breath Part:2

Fight for your country but we're all brother in soul
Why are we so ignorant of the situation
Why is there so much hatred between our nations
Why are we fighting for the wars
There has only been massive destruction in the course
They say fight against but when will it stop
We are just playing a game that's killing at the top
How i wish for no more discrimination only charisma
The hope for no more judging and no more racism
One united world is what we'd call it in those days
Not knowing the resemblance or the difference in those plays
Trying to make a change for a better place
I'm going to evolve into a change that rearrange
I'ma be a leader not a follower in my story
i"m not afraid to race in my glory
Watch me grow in these multitudes 
With a desire to overcome in positive attitudes
Not just another one in the crowd
Wanting me, myself and i to be proud
Not if people know how I'm feeling
Or if my notes are any much revealing
I want to be listened to and memorized along history
My melodies will be more than the different like Elvis Presley

More than the unique but not lie the usual
Not afraid of being who I am I'm not unusual
Day by day trying to figure out what God plans for me
everyday Im looking for my destiny
Knowing none of this to you might make any sense
But lets worry about the now not the past tense
now there's a time for every season
Knowing everything happens for a single reason
Knowing how it feels to be alone in a world of many
But i have Jesus and I'm sure that's plenty
Cause and effect being human is a result of virtues and defects
There's a time to live and a time to die
There's a time to live and a time to cry
Wanting to do something here and about
Exhaling a shout
Wanting to cry out that for sure
Making a single wish on a million shooting stars
Believing I'm locked up but not behind bars
Locked inside a maximum security called inner self
Going through something I've never delft
Why is this happening to me
Reasons are complicated to see
Or to believe in such disasters
Sometimes i wish i could just die faster

A topic which seems long way off is really not that far
My soul locked inside a body jar
Sometimes having those dreams that make you doubt and intervene
It changes your perspectives with a rotation of electives
A mentality in a state of maturity
Not close to being a fallen angel with any much purity

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An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE

As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God

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The Name of Jesus

Whisper me the sweet sound of freedom,
The sweet sound found in Your Name,
Holy and Heavenly freedom,
All in the Name of Jesus!

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Parasitic Life Form

It‘s alive!
A life form 
Thriving on hatred
Reaped from societies
Greatest blunder 
Like lighting
Follows thunder  
We are following our ancestors 
Reproducing civilization   
Disregard the fact
That we are all human
our blood is red
I smirk when I’m contented 
And shed tears when I’m poignant
We are all equal
cease  this schism 
And trounce racism

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The Truth About Love

Love is not easy
Love is hard
Love is time apart
Trying not to drown
Praying to stay loyal
Holding on to lover's promises
Dreaming of reuniting
Crying tears of hurt and joy
Thinking of you constantly
Asking God for all the best
Love is difficult
Love is not easy
Love is hard
Love is faith
Love is hope
Love is trust
But love is beautiful
Oh, so beautiful
And love is worth it
Oh, so worth it
Love is in God's Hands
Love is protected
Love will come back again
Reunion again
For God is love
In Jesus' Name
We pray

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The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.

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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier

Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 

Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 

So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!

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Florescent butterfly you touch the sky
Without wings
With your graceful strides you leave behind
Mystical feelings 
Of which I can not hide
I won't deny that your pixie dust gets me high!

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Every Second We're Away

Every second we're away,
We grow stronger everyday
Until that day will finally come
When we know it's okay
And we will rest in each other's arms
In peace from God above,
No longer missing one another
Because we're together;
Built forever in each other's love.

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Quote On Life

Live for what is worth dying for.

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WAVE DANCER In the stillness the sun smiles spanning wide her golden yellow teeth blowing wind is shadow quiet she is waiting waiting waiting.... Waiting and feeling.. slowly the stillness trembles! It is disturbed... little waves begin to creep and crawl.. Unabash! She goes! Brave and graceful to take the ride... Daring and excited to play with the waves... Up. Down. Left. and right sways... A rollercoaster along the foamy surface of sea She was not taken aback by what she lacks... An arm bitten by a stark sharp shark long ago Instead, She pursues the waves Fearless to stand - tango with the wave curves! a ballerina with a surf board moving ahead.. ahead ahead each tunnel wave... balancing on side and top of the wave.. power hugging made by the currents.. mind blowing love affair with the tides!!! her missing arm not forgotten but a precious welcoming history in embracing the world with her inspiring story of not ever ever quitting! of keeping the faith afire with each rough tough situation! of trusting Gods' reasons and purposes to everything.. of making the most even when something is lacking!!! a conqueror of weaknesses! a wave dancer of water tides and beyond! She is BETHANY HAMILTON!! (c) OLive ELoisa 3:04 am July 18, 2014 *** I got inspired with the true to life movie entitled: "SOUL SURFER". CHECK this for more inspiration: :)

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washes away
but quenches
new ideas

I'm stunned to say that this has been my biggest Twitter success. 
However YAY!!!

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The shimmering white beacon off the shores
Of Marble-head, let it's flickering light shine again,
In restorations amber glow of hope.
For are we not the custodians of our own history.
Allow us to relight the spark, igniting the flames
Kindling, a tinderbox of explosive force,
To expose our historical past for others to enjoy.
Than shall we not pass the torch forward.
It is up to us, to save legacy's heritage,
For the future generations to come.
Crumbling monument’s cry out to be
Remembered, times cruel weathering, does
Ascend tearing at the walls of mortar,
And chipping at the layers of paint.
Can we not lend a helping hand, to aid in
Such a worthy cause, to preserve our past.
Allow us as human beings, the keepers of
The lighthouse, to fuel the fire for preservation.
Let us leave a historical landmark, a piece of
The past worthy of saving, to be restored.
Hand-N-Hand, brick by brick, layers of
Humanities historical records need
Preservation reclamation.
It is a proclamations that should be heard,
For prosperity's sake alone.
Rise up Toledo-ans, see the torch light from
Afar distant island, let not this flame be
Stamped out, or fade away.
No not here in the grand state of Ohio,
In the light house, off Sandusky Bay,
Shall it's rays of brilliance shine again.
Against the Lake Erie waters, standing
Tall, as a beacons light of hope,
For future generations to come.


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This Poem Wants 2 B A Revolutionary

This poem wants to make a change . . .

To be a strong yet silent raised fist in Mexico, 1968.

To stand at a window w/a shotgun writing the words
“By any means necessary”

To sit in at a lunch counter in Birmingham, Alabama
Until it is read

To start a breakfast program in Compton, California
In order to feed hungry minds

To stand up for its rights in Akron, Ohio and shout,
“Aint I a poem?”

To integrate an all white book store under protection of the National Guard
And when George Wallace says to it,
“You will not enter unless it’s over my cold, dead, body. . .”
This poem will gladly take him up on his offer

But now this poem feels that perhaps it is too militant,
Maybe it and Spike should just “Do the Right Thing” . . .

Take the hand of other poems deep in the South Georgia woods and lead them to freedom
Under cover of night-light

Take its brothers and sisters out of the man’s world and
Into Aaron’s “Boondocks”

Play its own music, live in Jamaica and
Grow Nappy Locs

Start a union with A. Phillip down at the docks

Be read by Martin while being pelted with rocks

Find out what would happen
“If Beale Street Could Talk”. . .

This poem will get accused of “Ego Trippin” but 
will not take it personally, declaring,
“And Still I Rise” 

It will invite other poems to a free concert headlined by
Marvin, Stevie, Chuck D, and Black Thought

It will do what it should, not what others think it ought

This poem will be munificent . . .
Will give because so much has been given to it

Will do because so much has been done for it

Will be able to sit down because so many others have
Stood up

But this poem can not sit still for long
Because this poem has been disenfranchised . . .

This poem was told there is no longer a need
For affirmative action
only to have it replaced with definitive inaction

This poem cast a vote in Florida, 
only to be told that it did not count

This poem observed its commander in thief, fly over rising waters in the Lower Ninth Ward 
just to keep his feet from getting wet

This poem watched its country expand our “melting pot” to include all types of ingredients, 
Then scrape the black off the bottom of the pan . . . 

and send it back to Haiti on a raft

This poem has been pulled over for being DWI
(drafted with intelligence)

This poem was profiled at Hartsfield Airport,
And made to take off it’s . . . blues.

This poem never planted any genus of Bush, 
It’s not concerned with whom you marry,
Nor does it desire to trade the blood of young soldiers for oil, but look what it got

No wonder,
This poem wants 2 b a revolutionary . . .

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Where Blossoms Bloom

I have tripped and fallen into the lonely abyss on occasions,
walked with rain as strangers passed me by, just like the song.
For loneliness is not the domain of the young or poets solemn, 
but a pitfall on the path as we savour life’s amazing adventure.
What cheers you up is but in the opening of an eye, inner or Optec,
Seasons flow and ebb, rage and calm, twist, turn blaze and fade.
And there, waiting for the unseeing to graze upon and freshly taste.
Not sulk in black selfish despair or rage at the happiness of others.
But enjoy the natural wonders about you; be enraptured by its awe,
Fertilise your senses, cultivate your heart. Let nature Sheppard you
towards contentment’s deep well, where blossoms bloom the mind. B   2012-08-01

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Love Built By God Above

You are in my heart wherever I go;
You I will never let go.
You are with me always;
You I am always.
This is love.
Build by God above,
This is love.

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This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!

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i wonder

i wonder when the vultures feast,
do they hope for their next meal?

i wonder when lions feed on
what their harem provide,
do they feel proud,or just loved?

i wonder when frogs
gave up swimming
and try leaping for better ponds:
do they look inside the water
to see their new green skin?

i wonder what we have
that animals don't.
we have nothing,friends,
nothing new.
we have old things in new images,
and communicated in such a way
we forget the ways silence connect.

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The Fallen Galaxy

Inspired by a night time view over Dublin city from the Featherbed Mountains.

Standing on the edge of a forest overlooking a night time city,
Like a fallen galaxy trapped between the sea and mountains tall. 
Multi-coloured Stars sparkled brightly, beautiful yet cold.
At least that’s how it felt from the darkness of my lofty view.
A whispering forest sigh ran cool fingers through my hair, 
As if admiring the shared view while, tolerating my presence.
The creaking wood behind, swayed like a landlocked ocean current,
Pine leaves wafted down, scratching the air as they vainly spun,
Like a child leaving home for the first time, tremulous yet free.  
Alone and muted flew a neon eagle, high above the city jewels, 
The clouds dissolve and the fallen galaxy reflects on high. B ............................12thJuly 2012

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Beyond the asteroid belt

From on top of a sharp hill
My feet have molded the dirt,
oh I am wandering still 
How long does it take to fall again?
it's too late this time, I'm afraid,
The ship's already gone,
The fire from the engine is led,
The words for them never can be said,
Taunting images of the new that passed
are provoking these incredible feelings
to emerge and leave me speechless,
completely baffled.
Now I am outside of the blue Terra,
Moving with great speed but to no aim,
The ship has reached the belt 
the asteroids are plenty, enough to alarm me,
So I kept silent, one more minute,
Now I exit the danger and face the miracle,
My heart is filled with confusion, 
too many planets, to many choices,
But I know now, It took me just a second
to understand, to grasp the space,
and now I have the answer,
To Mars shall I go, if There I can fall again.


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Like a cherry tree in the spring,
God if this is meant to be,
Please let this blossom.

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A Feeling That I Knew Too Well

A feeling that I knew too well;
With every word you spoke I fell-
Falling deeper into the bliss;
Longing for your every kiss.

Without you here my heart grows fonder;
Around the park I start to wander-
And think about how you make me feel-
The longing starting to become surreal.

Giving meaning to my life,
You lift me up from pain and strife.
I thought it was a feeling that I knew-
But with your guidance the passion grew.

Spiraling up with every touch-
Never wanting to leave your clutch. 
Waiting for your familiar glance-
Missing you with every chance. 

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We walk talk like champions in the streets of nowhere planting seeds birthdays turn into funerals the life cement was not strong enough to build our hopes or blessings that petrol drive through our hidden abilities we all have spare wheels that God personally manufactured for us and He made education our only air filler for flat tires and this is why we don't stop and breath on our way to our dreams before we get admired right at this moment sum1 is getting cured through the love of spoken worded words laying clear pictures and he could name us life pitchers with endless scriptures and that's for his ears as he turns to be the world's champion

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Stuck In The Struggle

Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle
And I forget that this life is real,
Full of real love,
Full of real people,
Full of real strength,
Full of real faith.
Look around
Because this is real.
Welcome to reality;
This is God's amazing life!

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Love is when we cry
Love is when we laugh
Love is when we win
Love is when we lose
Love is when we shout
Love is when we're quiet
Love is when we pursue
Love is when we quit

No matter how many faces love stands for
Love will always be an illustration of life
A part of humanity that will bring out the worst or the best in us.

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To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness

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My Notebook

Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper 
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest… 
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely

Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  

I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…

But, you’re like no other . . .

You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool – 
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool 
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…

I’m writing words of truth though – 
Expressing how much I’m fond of you 

I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time 

At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you

You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate 
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess 
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…

Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  

When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book

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Is This Me

I look at myself in the puddle
That laid just below my feet
Yet when I look at the watery mirror
I see a different reflection of myself.

The person in the reflection
Is a different person of confidence
Someone that is brave and bold
With a bright smile on her face.

She has her head held high
Ready to take on the world
Looking toward a bright future
As she leaves tomorrow behind.

When I look down at her,
Is she looking up at me?
Am I just the tails of the coin,
While she is the head?

Am I just a figment
Of what I was before
That this reflection
Is the aftermath of growth?

Could this be who I am?
Is this woman the real me?
The me I am meant to be?
Or a possible me?

Yet when I looked closely
I could see that the one
Staring back at me
With a confidence smile
Was me...I am that woman.

The reflection in the puddle
Is the me that I am
The one with a smile on her face
Filled with bravery and confidence.

The real me, a figment
I am one and the same
In reality and in the puddle
This is the real me.

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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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A Love Letter

A love letter,
so full of words,
so full of beauty.

A love letter,
me reading alone on a park bench,
while I form tears in my dry eyes.

A love letter,
which takes me to a place,
of peace and brings joy to me.

A love letter,
that has no boundaries,
that shows a stranger's true feelings.

A love letter,
taken words put together,
to read a poem of glorious beauty.

A love letter,
that shows that someone loves you,
and it brings a smile on my face.

I go on home,
sit at my desk,
look at the sweet love letter
marked with a red kiss.

A named penned in curseve,
The "I" is dotted with a heart,
makes my heart leap from the chest.

I sit there,
light a cigarette and stare at an empty page
from a lonesome notebook.

I pick up my pen,
and I transfer all my emotions onto the paper,
to create love and art to show my love in return.

Then I shall go to a simple, but beautiful garden
and pick two roses that have already picked themselves,
and take them to the creator of this love letter.

A love letter,
so strong with words put together,
expressing true emotion.

A love letter,
so strong in its own world,
it brings strangers together and makes them love forever.

A love letter,
so sweet and so divine,
that any man prays for a love letter to appear on his doorstep.

A love letter,
beauty and harmony,
that brings people closer togther.

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The Corner of Madison and Huron

At the corner of Madison and Huron,
The faint pedestrian appears.
A couple holding hands walking swiftly
As police pass near.
Cane in his hands
Walks a younger looking man,
Rolling his suitcase along
A central corner in a downtown city
Where faith, hope, and love belong.
May God bless you Toledo,
Today and forevermore.

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Rise and Shine

A white torn garment she wore,
fidgeted and partied alone in the air.
Neither knowing fully well her plight,
Nor understanding her whereabouts,
She kept on racing and rocking
In the oblivion cloud.
On her own,
She raised her voice like never near Ears.
Many at times, yelled at the free sky.
On her true hue, not shy;
"Angels, please fall from the Heaven.
I request you rock with me!"
She in her solitary, calmly stepped on.
This time, walked near a pool
She was a barefooted Negro
Seemingly horrified and terrified; 
drank and washed herself in the pool.
"Aren't there any haven near by
To put on with at this time of the day?"
Now rescued her God-known amputating life!
Though, on the hop, she sought and found
And hopped for a hostel hereabouts.
"Now I see, angels are near"
She danced into the erected cover clouds;
"Are angels still going to see me here?"
As she entered, she solemnly prayed,
In sotto voce,
"Verily, I seek refuge with the Lord of this haven,
As I live to live and lay in peace." 
As though she understood it all:
The such in dreams and the such in life.
So determined in and with her timeline;
And so she rose to the top.

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Why Question No Question Question Is Now

I was born unresponsively of arrival on birth.7:01 Am,  one of the coldest days  to record,
I battle for my life for every beat to every breath I was born premature.

Being born premature I was born with learning and mental illness and despite 
Of the disadvantage I broke barriers of stereotypes and prejudices that would follow.

Why Question that it is a recession does it mean mental illness rise? 
No Question the research from
top website say no taking from thefiscaltimes, RecessionsSilent that would include That facts does not lie, 
Question is now who is listening. 

Why Question in the headline it’s the mental ill that’s making headlines
No Question they all ask for help put the system ignored or failure report those demeanor read between the lines.
Question is now could that have been your family or friends so why make fun of the mental ill to feel what;inferior? 

Why Question they say that people with too much education is at a higher risk of become mental ill? 
No Question they say that mental ill can’t have weapons if so then why is it 1.5 million roughly in the military that has sometype of mental ill with weapons? 
Question is now that Bill Clinton stated on Cnn that gun laws will never go away because (forgive me if I miss quoted)  the voters don't hold the people they voted into office to there word.

Why Question that a person got to do a violent act before you determine that there mental ill and if that is so why do we have prisoner that could be mental ill
 or, is it one in the same thing and state from a television host “to do violence you must be some type of mental ill” it would be simply, if he ask the first question I stated then fumble with his words 
No question my doctor said if you are depression more then three day then in there book a person is mental ill 
Question is now why have smoking been written in constitution or some states and you know what type of smoking I’m talking about so  blame.

Why Question that the medicine they give us that can make you aggressive, more violent and sometime even suicidal but when go to sue them it was not enough evidence to prove but ten years later you can’t sue because the statue of limitation has ran out
No Question a comedian made a joke about the same thing was it a joke or was it a movement you tell me much luv to him! 
Question is now is if a person life is more valuable  then a buck if not why is  manufacturer making a G over one prescription not knowing all side effects.

Why Question what is the debt ceiling as well as the glass ceiling seems to be something to keep minority from stepping in the next class because it all revolved around money and who is usually get short stick? (the poor)  
 No Question food stamps being cut, health care require and we have been in a war over wars since I was born I guess my generation was a victim of society and they say it the Lost Generation indeed, 
no wonder inmates believe government own them. 
No question does this facts lie? If so why is history books rewritten in college every semester? Question is now

Why Question in the bible it speaks to the effects things will never be heard or seen would happen
(1 st Corinthians 2: 9)   I paraphrase that….. No question Jeremiah 8-9 once again paraphrasing  the people that became of power and knowledge used it in the wrong way and god later destroy the city
Now question god spoke lyrically and God creation us in his own imagine and I have research that a person can come out of depression naturally but does the doctor tell you that? 

Once again it is a small percent of mental ill that does violence and most time they are the victims. I have giving my life to science I have giving my blood for 10 years and im only 25 years old my doctor told me by year 2020 it should be cure for my disease being born which such a disability may you know I gave my life to science so child like me will never know of harass words to endure.....

I will probably die before 30 or 40 because of malpractice and my disease Why question, No Question, Question is Now what is the definition of crazy and that of mental ill? 
My last statement is, I am the not only person that speak out for mental illness October is mental ill awareness would you like to say you spoke for reason? better yet chance.... 

As of 2015 more information has came out and in a article stated there is lil prove that mental illness cause violence and also that what i have should be consider a brain injury not mental illness i wonder now that facts are coming out what will they say twenty or thirty years from now or even of me

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more than fascination

When I first met you 
you were so cute that
my brain just couldn't compute 
so I went mute
 As I stared in awe 
Wanting to know you
Noticing that 
the reason my heart ached was 
 because of you
A girl much more than a pretty face 
I never wanted to make love out of lust
but then I realized 
that it was in you I trust
So I must change 
to show you
this isn't simply fascination 

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I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.

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The will to win will ebb and flow throughout our lifetime.

Where the will to win settles is determined by the purity of the heart and mind.

The will to win can be compelling, stout, and awesome as a redwood tree.

The will to win can be insignificant and unimpressive.  The size of the will to win is individually controlled by you and me.

The will to win can move with grace, dignity, and magnificent fortitude.

The will to win can be noticeably clumsy and overbearingly rude. 

The true, respectful, and heartfelt will to win may bend, but always refuses to break.

The will to win may crumble from the least bit of negativity, losing all progress it has made. 

So, let each of us make a vow that will be etched in stone for the duration of time. 

Our will to win must never falter or descend.  Our will to win must always radiate, by being nothing short of sublime.
Al Johnson, aka Alfredo Leon

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A bee - a gift

A Bee - A gift

One early morn
I let my eyes roamed the verdure
throughout the small garden 
in front of the yard
wondering whether
I could find a little refreshment
during my hectic hours
i was elated
with the generous nature
that sent me its special taste

a bee - a gift

its lightly buzz
intoned its music eloquently 
into my ears

a bee – a gift

from out of the window
I could see
its lightly dances to and from 
the edges of flowers and leaves
over of itself 
it was more than its marvelous charms

very amazing
Implied with its secret silence
which was really magnificent

Its promises that it never denied
Its heart that it never betray
to visit the flowers that love it so much
Its heart that always giving
Honey and its sweetest fragrance

Even when he fled away
He left me one eternal sting
In the palm of my heart
a beautiful poem

A bee - A gift

~ ( c ) Sukmawati Komala ~
Dec 2013

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Unconditional Love

There were times when I couldn’t define…
The way I felt, the small pieces of me…
That I’d kept hidden, safely away…
From the world’s eyes.
There were parts of my heart…
That I wouldn’t allow anyone to see…
Little bits of myself that I kept for only me…
Because I couldn’t believe anyone would accept…
The woman within, the one who had flaws…
Faults that came out sometimes, imperfections…
That taunted and haunted me, …
These, I neglected to reveal…
Because I was afraid of being rejected.
You taught me that love is unconditional
Love sees through the masks,
Into the hidden places…
Deep inside, behind the walls…
Erected to keep away pain and betrayal.
Your love has taught me that I’m ok
I’m someone that deserves love and acceptance
You understand when I make a mistake
And never reject me because I fail some days
Thank you for showing me this love
Love that never fails to make me feel
That I’ve been blessed with something special
Love that is more beautiful and amazing
Than I could have ever anticipated
Love that is alive with joy, hope and faith
Love that knows me, totally…
And gives fully, without holding back
Love that is… the answer to my greatest needs
The reason for my hopes and dreams
Love that becomes… more special
With each passing moment
Thank you, my dear friend
For a love that I can believe in

©2009 by Regina Hill, 2014 by Regina Riddle

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My Family

Family Oh my Family!
You are my one and only,
I'm here 'cause you are there,
An inspiration of everything.

Family Oh my Family!
The only one who loves me,
The only one who motivate me,
The only one who carry me all the way.

Family Oh my Family!
An unbreakable one,
An important one,
A reason why I'm here 'cause you are there.

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A Friend Like You

A final wish
One he regrets
For you must be careful
What you wish for.

Back into the lamp
Vanishing in blue mist
No matter how hard we wish
This genie isn't coming back.

A talented comedian
Who cracked jokes
Inspired those he met
Changed lives down the road.

An amazing actor
That rocked films
Made us jump for joy
Laugh at his cross-dress
When he became a nanny.

Brought joy and laughter
That brightened the world
Like a lightbulb in a dim room
Shining brighter than the rest.

He made us laugh
Made us cry
Never should 
Of said goodbye.

You shall be missed
Here on planet Earth
Yet your star shines bright
For the world at night.

Shine bright
Dear knight
Cherished friend
May you be at peace.

Never had we
Had a friend
Like you
To change lives
With your laughter.

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A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter A chance encounter the other day Got me chatting to a stranger Just for some time to pass away. He was very well groomed, very smart. Spoke well too, seemed a decent sort. I told him a little tale I had learned whilst at work. Outside a building that’s up for sale Close to the centre of the town A queue of people gathered. Old clothes, hand me downs. Inside people of good heart and souls Were behind tables long. And a kind of soup was poured into bowls. A slice of bread was added to each one poured. As the hungry-eyed came through the door. As each one passed a thank you was heard. Grateful for the meal today. A simple reply least we can do. All was silent no complaints from the poor. Till a young voice said, ‘Please Mummy I want more.’ I sat back in my chair waiting for a reply. The guy opposite gave a big sigh. He said, ‘Things were tough in those days Very hard for the poor in the Victorian Age. They were ignored, did not count, How could others treat them like that?’ No-one should be without the means I say, To feed and clothe their children today. I looked at him and shook my head. My dear friend you misunderstand The tale was not yesteryear or a foreign land. I visited a local food bank the day before last. And like you I was taken aback. Unless with my eyes I had seen, The myth about scroungers I would still believe. Some get the dregs, others get the cream. This is Great Britain in 2013. But the people of our Nation are strong In times of strife they speak as one. ‘We are mighty as Caesar, mighty as Rome.’ ‘ NI CARBORUNDUM BASTARDORUM’

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Sending Waves

Sending Waves Touching Beautiful Always

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

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

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

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

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

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Magic Beans

I have found magic beans
I hold tight in my hand
Rolling them over, now, what could I plan?
Leave my reality? A new opportunity?
How should I use the power they hold?
Can they take me away, as I have been told
To magical places, far-away lands?
Such a dilemma, how could one choose?
Is there a place to leave my worries behind?

I stood and I pondered, here, under the sky 
Searching my heart, to find peace of mind
One star caught my eye, as it dangled so bright
... And I knew.... I must visit the heavens tonight! 
Closing my eyes, I made a wish on the beans
In a gust of wind, I was launched to a tree

Suddenly appeared was a heavenly branch
Up through the branches were stair steps for me!
I climbed up the limbs, and it reached for the sky
I climbed and clung, so incredibly high
where below me horizons stretched out and they grew
til' the earth swung free in a tide of blue

Weary and stiff, but fiercely proud
I swung at last to a ledge of a cloud 
seeing more clearly where worries are free
They won't pull me down, or give me the clouds
that shadow my world. Now, I'm born to be free, 
to face every storm, to whether the good or the weary, or worn
I hold magic beans that have taken me far...
So far to a place on the edge of the stars



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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a mellow wood.
Rugged paths and uphill roads further ahead.
Dimly or half-hidden, like the wood itself.
Try to glimpse ahead.
But it is beyond disappearing eyes.
Part of my earthly tests.
Part of the riddle:
'Wherever I go, there I am.'

When young, no matter which road I took,
seeking prizes or meeting setbacks,
reversed, chose another road, repeated the cycle,
half-consciously, I carried that heavy Log
of desires, prides, fears, jealousies.

I realized, my feet didn't get to choose.
Rather, that Log came alive,
feeding on my prides and anxieties,
growing into a huge, shadowy Creature.
Soon it pulled me to walk that kind of road
in a secular way in a secular world.

I saw many choosing highways to the cities,
looking for branded cars, gold watches, silvery mansions.
Some became frustrated when dreams proved elusive.
Some took big risks in speculations -
stocks, derivatives, currencies.
Their volatile prices burdened some with debts.
Even forcing some to take a sad fall
from the silvery windows of high-rise buildings
onto shattered pieces of glass.

The illusions cracked.
When pulled along by the shadowy Creature,
the mindset I wore or hid within,
the roads I trod in the world of red dust,
bent towards the wrong direction.
Regrets sooner or later found me.

May I return to the poets of the past.
The blue sky and green hills are saying:
"That Creature survives on self-focused desires,
porous, transparent, short-lived.'
If I quietly watch the inner circus,
they undress as flashes of mental energy.
Each flash spurts around for a few seconds
before disappearing.
Each flash is like a squirrel
darting towards a hazel nut, grabbing or missing it,
quickly disappearing into thick branches.
Or a hyperactive puppy chasing a bone of desire,
biting it, running away to hide,
waiting for the next bone to appear.

Glimpsing their true nature,
I stand a better chance
to withstand being pulled along.
Slowly, I realize how I mistook
that shadowy Creature to be solid,
how it came from my yearning for acceptance.
In understanding it,
the untamed grove within has a change of season.

Perhaps in this way contentment comes …
Watching a sunrise, listening to a stream,
placing a robin back to its nest,
extending a helping hand to the needy,
praying during a sunset,
seeing the gifts of a night sky.

Someday we affirm the insights of Frederick Robertson
and Saint Paul: 'On earth we have nothing to do with success
or results, only being true to God. Defeated when doing right,
beaten when doing good, are victories in His eyes.
For neither heights nor depths nor anything else
in all creation can separate us from His love.'

Someday when we glimpse these miracles,
we begin to see which earthly road
is more harmonious with the Spirit.
Especially during our last day on earth
when we close our eyes, breathe our last
and take the one road to the Timeless. 

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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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The Law and The School Master

An apple fell, Newton discovered the Law of gravity
An apple fell, Adam discovered the gravity of the Law                                                     
God was the Law-Maker                                                                      
The Law-Maker was also the School-Master                                                                             

The Law-Maker introduce new Laws on Soul Food
Like the Law of kung Fu it was to defend them for Good
The School-Master was require to publish the exams result

“Adam where art thou?”
“I am naked, I hid myself”
School-Master disqualified schoolboy for failing first grammar test

 The Law-Maker looked into the Law
And saw my sin and iniquity
He saw there was none to redeem
He saw the need for a better Law enforcement

School-Master Sacrificed a Lamb in lieu of the fall
The sacrifice deem to redeem Mr. Jew from the curse of the Law
And Mr. Gentile from the condemnation of the Law

“There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death.” Romans 8:1-2

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Your Love Is The Strongest

Send me to the darkest places;
That's where I feel You strongest.
A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys;
Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.

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8:15 To Freedom

Do you hear the train a'whistlin'?
I wonder where she's a'goin'.
Can she be boundin' toward freedom?
Well, there's freedom in Jesus!
And that's all we need!

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In This Day Of His

~In distress, life is a stress~

Changes is in the heart of a man
The pain he feels is also in the heart
The subconscious will and wish of a man
Is also the subconscious action within the heart

Rejection is a reflex and a weakening
That makes man helpless
The only solution to his problem
Is also from the heart

Battle of sexes and battle to be free
This same unforgotten battle
And battle for freedom
Also resides within the heart

Maternal admiration 
And battalion slaps
Are what makes a man
To become a man

If can’t be barbarian
And weep nil to the sky
Then the man -in this heart-
Is unworthy of a man

To withstand boredom whispering
And ungovernable temptations
It all requires a pure heart
Like the heart of a real man

Away from home
And success- a want to hold
It all requires tolerance
Like the heart of a real man

Changes is inevitable
It happens to every life
Far from what minds could say
Perhaps in time immemorial

The way to be steady 
And grab the destiny
Is to remain being that real man
With the heart of his own.

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A Tree Fell

(This poem is dedicated to the late Nobel Laureate Chinua Achebe. 
Your works will always stir our thoughts with reason and entertainment. R.I.P)

A Tree Fell

A very mighty tree fell,
its falling becoming audible
across Mama Africa;everyone
in Africa is mourning its fall

The branches that supported
the nests brooding African
identity are on the ground....

Since time cannot be reversed
to make the tree to pierce
the clouds once more,
another tree will have to stand
in its place

To find the tree, we have to water
our seedlings with knowledge
and inspiration

Our minds, the seedlings,
determine the time a future
incarnate of the fallen tree
will arise in its place;
piercing through the clouds 
of ordinary imaginations, to the skies
of limitless and flawless imaginations

By Teddy Kimathi

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Defied Kisses

Blasting sounds of tears
Fears are doomed to be passing
Mountain of affection provoke fake emotions
Raining thoughts of tress grow broken branches of feelings
Tribulations and trials in court cases
When Species promise you kisses
From the roots of hatred
Growing fears of affection
It’s a sip of a pois0ners kiss
My words avenge my time of death
It’s a kiss from the pois0ners snake
Never mind my brains
I am the prisoner of hate
You owe me a healthy kiss

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Draw Of First Blood Fight For Everything

Savaging words daggling tongues apprehend you sick and tired I’m based 
Ruthless up seen
Pass end mean of a cardinal for a rein
I was a part of this but never will it end with me
Twitter, this and twitter that if it is a considerable option or a standing ovation,
Please hash tag “I Still Believe”, pause for mean...
When you know the difference between an, Nation,
And Countries you know your heritage, and
What you in inherited why not volunteer for a solution
My “Queen of Heaven”
Yes we need a revolution motion in phase.
Phase past the moonlight past to the frustration, 
Of feelings of all the world problems
Digestion and looked at as a plagued like waves after waves mourning,
More graves after the taste how can we get to an even paid.
An suggest to reinvent a dollar,
For a day by day check but yet sleep under rage,
I am enduring much of the strain of one body 
But multiple heard from the same strain,
Of that body of the spoken word wonder one day 
What will it be the emblem of the praise. 
Peace to siege, to leaf to leave from used to misused looking for a craving of the truth 
And all but turn to acquit to left with Yamaka is what we received. 
Was it all a gable then clear the smoke.  
A ghost is here point to a host.
I ask but yet stated that
Poetry is still alive and if so maybe one day 
They will hash tag “I Still Believe” as the world is changing
I hope I have not over stated my boundaries 
But I thought in a democracy the people come first 
Or what I have learned in a classroom was all a hoaxes. 
I wrote for purpose instead of reason who is to judge me, may it be love! ! !

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Highway of Humanity

I am on

the highway of humanity

in the middle lane

it no longer runs on


I don't know

who to blame 

In fact I don't

know what drives it

these days 

nor who is

in the fast lane

but it is getting faster

and stronger

and longer

we all bleed for it

we aren't getting any younger 

we used to wait a week

to get the next stagecoach

now they apologize if you

wait five minutes, two minutes

and I have no idea

where this is going 

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Defined by Love

The way you feel
about me doesn't
define me. You will
not cause me to
re-think my
priorities or
examine my virtues.
You may love, like,
hate or be neutral
towards me, that is
your prerogative. Of
course I would
prefer to be looked
upon as good,
inspiring, or any of
the positive human
characteristics we
know of... but it's
not essential to me
if I am not. I
respect your opinion
either way. More
importantly, I
respect mine. In my
eyes I AM worthy of
love, friendship,
praise, blessings,
God's Love and love
for myself and I can
only hope for
"genuine" to precede
all of these words
and their meaning. I
understand that
these things I need
in my life, and they
are also the essence
of me, my gift to
those who really
know me and love me,
who truly desire to
be a part me, not
just tolerate me or
see an opportunity
for achievement at
my expense. I have
come this far on a
road paved of my
blood, sweat and
tears and the
admission of my
faults that made it
so. Many lessons I
learned were harsh
but I managed to
proceed in the right
direction and it was
I who suffered and
bowed my head with
shame and it was I
who rose, anew,
forgiving and
forgiven, humbled
and eager to forge
ahead. And the few
that were with me
all the while, will
forever be a part of
me, we are one and I
acknowledge I would
not be where I am,
who I am this day,
without you. And I
will always love
you. It is my
ambition and honor
to give to you the
same beautiful,
selfless gift. I
walk with God, in
good company of
those that chose to
walk with me in this
amazing life's
journey. And that,
is all I need to
know as to what
defines me, as a
person, a blessed,
cherished soul,
grateful for every
single moment.

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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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dancing to the rhythm of my world

dancing to the rhythm of my world
it helps me to ignore you and the force of the grip that pulls you
the rhythms heard are the medicines of my motion
it is then when i can truly be free even in conflict
my exclamatories become inaudible whispers
my interrogations become internal answers
there are no tears for they are abolished by laws of simplicity
there is such a thing in life....if you only let it in....

dancing to the rhythm of my world
it prevents me from the mighty clutches the continuously pulls you (back) in
the beats experienced are the elixirs for the sanity of my wearied mind
my heavy bellows become murmurs barely breathing
my inquisitiveness becomes exponential edutainment
there are no fears for they are abolished by laws of simplicity
there is such a thing in life....if you only let it in....

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Hanging there, limp but clenched,
Muscles still inexplicably tensed,
To whom did the hand once belong,
Still remaining defiant and strong,
A mere piece of a person once there,
With the spirit of the revolution's flare,
And what now of the rest of that precious soul,
Whose dismembered limbs were left in the coal,
Of the fires that swept through and set to ash,
All that now has been lost in a flash,
And yet here is a shard of the spirit still strong,
A lone hand with the flag to whom all belong.

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My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.

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To My Friend Who Won't Stop Living

You’re dying but you’re smiling. 
And I’m smiling too because you know
That dying isn’t an excuse to stop living.

Friday night I had an essay to write
But you finally got fed up with laying in a hospital bed
You challenged me to a pushup contest
We got down on the ground, arms in, back straight
One, two, three, at thirty six the nurse walked in
Almost dropped what she was carrying
“You should be in that bed” she said
I looked her in the eye and told her
“The day he gives up and lays in bed is the day he stops living”

At fifty nine the doctor came in
“Son you shouldn’t be able to breathe much less do pushups”
You told him “I’ve already done sixty. You’re welcome to stay and watch”
At eighty one there was quite the crowd.
Nurses and interns watching us instead of their patients.
The doctor said to them “one of these two kids is dying
“But neither one will stop living.”   

And that is why I visit you every day.
Every day I walk past sixty three rows of stones and flowers
Turn left, and walk down one, two, all the way to number thirty three on the end
I sit down next to your cold stone nametag and flowers people left you
I look up to the sky, sometimes lips trembling, sometimes eyes watering
And I say to you
Never stop living

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What I Gave

What I Gave?

I gave….nothing??
Time, and patience, and
a love of “The Game’.

She gave everything,
heart, strength, resolve,
to play “The Game”.

She is special,
handicapped, disabled,
and six years old.

Me, not so special,
did not wish to see,
her handicaps, keep her
from “The Game”.

She stood, bat in hand,
seemingly unable
to hit the ball.

I stood, confused,
befuddled when she said:
“you have to sing the song.”

“What song” I asked.
“The Baseball Song” she answered.

I looked around
seeking help when
her mother shouted
“Take Me Out to The Ball Game.”

I sang!  She Hit!
The love of “The Game”
etched itself upon another heart.

“The Game” will always be grateful
to her, for her, for 
What She Gave.

John G. Lawless

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The One For Eternity And Beyond

I don't know whether I'm in love with her,
Or am I just trying to free myself from being alone, 
I don't want to see her cry, 
I can't even imagine a world without her smile

Is she the One, 
Or is this just another obstacle, 
I don't mind ,
Because nothing's keeping me from her

I see bliss in her eyes, 
And I see her in my future, 
I think this it, 
The truest form of love

May the Master of All Things Himself guide me, 
I beg of You to make me see,
Whether what I'm feeling is true or not,
Or whether I'm just afraid to be alone

Solitude has never bothered me ,
But now I see her and think of it, 
I will lose a long time friend, 
Yes , I will throw away anything for her

For heaven's sake I'd lose everything for this girl, 
She's the bliss I feel every morning,
I see her as a reason for my existence, 
The purest flower in all the fields

I love her, 
And I don't fear love anymore, 
I'm willing to be hers,
If she's willing to be mine

For an eternity I wish to keep her, 
For her I will give her all the stars in the sky,
I love her and I will care for her, 
For all of eternity and beyond.

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Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954

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Morning's Releasing

Into the wind
the heart speaks
the words
that stay hidden
from all others.
Joining with them
the heart spent
words spoken by
sisters and brothers.

The leaves of the trees
seem to gather, 
with ease,
every heart-spent phrase.
Waving them each
to the heavens
in turn
then releasing
them in the breeze.

©Debra Squyres 2013

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A Near Death Experience

We were driving along a backroad
It was 4 am on January 22, 2014
Where snow had been drifting down
Without any attempt at playing,
I felt my tires tease me with a challenge
A slide toward the right side of the road
That slide was the good slide that was mirrored by
The second slide toward the left side of the road
Where the car was defenseless against a cliff
Where we road over and over and over
Flipping again and again, Totaling every part of the Subaru so that
We would never ride in this particular car again.
And, yes, this was  a near death experience and when 
I got out of the car and stood on the trampled snow
I raised my head to the sky and said Thank You God
In His Mercy, we were provided safety and security
In His Mercy, we were blessed with another day
In His Mercy, We discovered even more blessings!!

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You Are Rich

Festered lament maddens me
Why must the despair of my heart’s desire
Truly enlighten me? 
I rested among the sick and lame
And found myself no different from the rest
For a troubled mind holds endless poverty
Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe
For the bottles of balm are empty
And medicinal hope grows angry
I derived my madness from creativity
Revealing the remains of my humanity
‘Cool off, child’, I heard a soft voice whisper
But can’t you see I live off the flame?
It asks for no nickel or dime!
But it seeks to destroy all the same
The small voice returns at times
And often my heart listens
But we all listen
And only believe in the inevitability of pain 
I speak of the majority
Not of you
For you are blessed and beyond disgrace
You have a life—a beautiful face

And most of all, you are rich
With attributes I can only dream of 

You are rich with life and purpose
Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand
You lift me without touch or care
Disposing me from your treasures
Because though you meant no harm, 
You are rich with blessing
And must remove all possible threats
So my festered lament
Remains an enlightenment

I can say I am rich in poverty
But you are forever rich
In Mystery

What hurts the most is knowing
I may be wrong about you
For you are so obscure in this mind
And as empty as I am I wish to be filled
In your richness
But we all are filled to the brim in the end
And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad
There is nothing I wish to discard
So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair  
And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare

That you are rich
And always will be richer
Than me—or he

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Flying High In The Aqua-Blue Sky

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I see a black and white checkered kite…
floating higher and higher than I, myself…
But, I was shoved 
Into another shelf…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile 
If only…I could fly another mile…
If only…I could higher my smile…
If only…I could fly higher
If only…I could taste ecstasy…
people would accuse me as a liar
If I experienced the best day of my life…

But, I don’t wanna live with undying strife…
I want peace…
Hand it over, please…
Hand me the keys
So I could experience perpetual peace 

I took flight like those bird couples…
But, I was on an airplane…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I wouldn’t be greedy for gain…
I’m trying to act sane…
But, I’m actually insane
In many ways…I love my uniqueness…
And my stubbornness… and my gladness…
And my madness… my imagination goes wild
But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d feel the rain
Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
No one would understand
How awesome and wonderful I’ve felt that day…
Up there…
up there…I felt like a king…
But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring
To success…but I’m willing to pick up my progress…
My pace…is slow like a snail’s pace
Do you see me crying? Just look at my face…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’m the clouds absorbing tears

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d be willing to release them…

but they’ve been stored up forever it seems
And…hell – I have been 
Shaking with fear…
Breaking by the seams 

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I was……..
Daydreaming again…
My mind was stuck on cloud 7…
Thank heavens
That I’m still alive – staring into space
Just look at my sopping face…

I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face
In the mirror…….

This little dream of mine
Was rather sublime
I was a sweet boy, 
but now I’m sour like lime

If I were a bird, 
I'd fly away from my problems...

I'll flutter away
Without a care in the world...

I want to be happy-go-lucky...
But, I'm bound to submit to my 


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Soul Beat

Run into my heart;
Run right into my arms.
I will never let you go;
I am yours forever, please know.
You make my soul beat;
You bring me back to life.
God, thank You for this love;
God, thank You for this life.

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Tears Of Success

We told at a young age
You can make it as long, as we get good grades
If we behave;
We told hard work and dedication prevails
We not told what will happen if we fail

A life time's Aim for Lusting for fortune and fame 
Just to have it, so abruptly taken away
We not told have much life can strain
Drain every single bit of life away
Have our dreams crushed to a size of a dusty grain
Have our wounds cut openly, so the world can see our bloody mistakes

Emotionally and physically scared
But those scars 
Make you the person who you are
For them critics to tell you, they don't like your art
Its like having a rusty dagger put through your heart
Your dreams and self believe torn apart
To get right back up and march 
On regardless of your past
Gives you heart

So dream bigger
Don’t be afraid to look at yourself in the mirror
Get the courage to not be a quitter
And stop yourself feeling bitter
Through literature I paint them the picture

I painted my own Self portrait
I portrait-ed 
me as I see myself, a distraught face
glum misfortune fate
but looking back in mirror is a gorgeous face

You got Self esteem problems your not being honest 
Don't listen to your sub conscience
Fear is what kills dreams, just think positive 
Don't listen to these critics there talking nonsense
I've taken loses I've taken being at the bottom
I've promise 
To myself to never doubt myself by there comment
In the hope one day they pay homage
To the pain of my voyage...

But the chilling truth
critics only start hearing you
the moment death is nearing you. 


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The Broken Wing

It’s not every day that you see a smile on my face
I wake with a sadness on days of sunshine
I get up, wear a butterfly necklace for inspiration that ravels me in
an inner place of peace.
I am at a standstill; frozen in a fixed position like a mannequin, but I am real.
With a beating heart and a breathing lung but, I am broken.
; Angry that I can’t take flight.
I miss my plane every time.
My engine’s non-responsive, my gears won’t shift.
Perchance I am not the right pilot.
It could be I am on the wrong runway.
 See the butterflies! How do they do it? Their graceful flights of watercolor always smiling in wind.
I wish I could smile.
I wish I were a butterfly.
But first I need to fix this broken wing.

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MY invisible necklace

since eight long years I sense  her closeness 
her moving presence has revealed 
eternal affectionate fondness safely sealed

I wear my invisible necklace
with passion and melancholy 
a lot of gratitude and utmost dignity

the times string the beads and the jewels
precious and tangible objects
heartwarming comfort with such intimate effects

© Ellie Daphne

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A Sinner Like Me

I'm a mess.
I've ruined this body You've designed;
I've ruined this heart You've shined;
I've ruined this breath You've shared;
I've ruined this life You've cared.
I've demolished this freedom You've given,
Yet You give it to me again.
Time and time around I have failed You;
Weak and falling trying to please You.
Earning I cannot for this is a gift from You.
Please forgive me;
Please save me:
You've picked me up and brushed me off;
Thank You for redeeming me.
Thank You for redeeming a sinner like me.
I have fallen once again.
I'm a mess,
But You forgive me.
You save me
Time and time around,
You brush me off and pick me up.
Thank You for redeeming me.
Thank You for redeeming a sinner like me.

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Portrait of the Soul

The blank canvas lies before me,
as I pondered how to begin.
What should I start with?
Start with drawing a picture,
perhaps add some color to the borders?

The more my mind wondered,
it makes it hard to describe
how to create a masterpiece
that represents my well-being.

Fear eludes my judgement,
judgement eludes my fear.
Will I love or despise it?
What will others think?

The canvas of my heart
Stares me right in the eyes,
Looking deep within my soul
Spoke softly to me as she said,
"Just let it come and leave fear behind."

I slowly picked up my paintbrush,
Dipped it in one of the buckets
Then I began to stroke against the canvas
Waves of blue appeared like ocean waves.

When I finished with the waves,
I continued forth with another color
My mind focused on the canvas
While my hand continued to move,
as more colors appeared before me.

Before I knew it
I stared at the canvas
No longer white as snow
It was full of beauty.

The calm ocean
Bright sun above
Clear blue sky
Whimsical clouds shift.

The beauty of the land 
That nestled at the end
With a kingdom resting within
Where lovely flora surround it so.

Canvas once blank
Now full of life
Beauty and grace
The art of one's soul
That came from within.

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We Can

Somebody once said that people
Would always strive for the impossible
Because they could.

People learn and make mistakes
Fall and get up again
Because it’s our nature.

Humans don’t give up.

So when you see a glimpse
Of something unknown, something new
You reach for it and try to grasp it.

When Edison made the light bulb
When Einstein made his laws
When Newton discovered gravity

They all were reaching into the unknown.

If anyone had asked them
Why they would bother doing so
When life was already fine the way it was

They all would have answered
Maybe in a different way
But meaning the same thing

Because they can.

Now when I open a book
Drinking in knowledge
Learning what I hadn’t known before

I am discovering something new
Something only I can discover
And I’m making something amazing

Out of the extraordinary.

When somebody asks me today
Why I bother learning now
When I could leave it to someone else

I tell them that without learning,
Life is a waste, since
humans will always reach to the unknown

Because we can.

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Day One

Day one
The day that changed my life
Sent me on a different course
Became a life force
Informed my future direction
Helped me make better selections
No longer living in a place of correction

Before that day
I was never good enough
Life treated me rough
I believed 
I was not made of good stuff
I longed to disappear
Better if I was never here
I had resided in a place of fear
Until that one day

One day
That day
A teacher
Believed in me
Let me know I was more
What life had in store
He reached down to my core
Like a parched desert
I drank it in
Let his words fill my heart
Permeating every part
How we finish more important than where we start

All it takes is one
One person
One day
New notes will play
Lives can change in that way
I am so thankful
Day one

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Black Ink

My black pen.
The way you flow,
And tell my tale.
You spill my thoughts,
And always prevail.
My soul bleeds out,
Through your black ink..
Everytime that my thoughts,
Had started to sink.
You let me drain my pain out,
In smooth cursive letters..
And I smile,
As your black ink, stains..
My newly purchased,
Lined white paper.
You relieve me,
As you leave a trail of my angst.
Thank you black pen..
For being my strength.

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Literature is herself a clown.
Without this coming first,
no great art is made
except glooms of queer authors
peddling like traders of a trade.
 The second needed
is the dying of the tedious
the writer must drown in happiness
and be filled in joy.
What covers will stay
and what empties will become
an empty road stand,
no beauty or use per say.
And last,the writer needs to master
the ideas of the whirling clock,
the deep jokes in ordinary lines,
and the skills of hung
heads,swinging apart their blood;
executed for what is done,
the writer executes the book
and the book,the image stays.

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Sounds of Happiness

Listen to sounds of happiness
Tunes that invoke good spirits
Tunes that marshal one to state of well-being
Listen to sounds  that restore pleasure at highest level-
-Sounds from deep waters-
-And sounds from the free jungle;
Stop tormenting your soul
Leave stubbornness behind the mountains
Throw hate deep inside the sea
Go join the neat noble team
Move on with beat of their drums;
Listen to their melodious songs
Listen to harmony at its best
Listen to songs sung with passion
Listen to sounds of happiness,
Sounds that float with power of love
Sounds that release the spell of peace
They will flourish, and stay potent like the sun

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My Rock And Roll

It's stone hard and wheels its self relentlessly,
Swinging from teenager to this now grown man.
Music was my foundation from that very first start,
Lead singer, drummer and band leader in year of 1966.

That sun was in my heart and my heart truly in that sun,
Songs leaping from my mouth as if they always belonged.
I've held them there and will never ever let them go,
Prisoners of a loving tempo that will eternally stay.

© Copyright 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

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The Ten Commandments

 So why did God give Moses the Ten Commandments?
They seem simple enough
Do not kill
Do not steal
Do not covet
As his greatest creation
Should we not see the value
Of following rules so powerful
In their simplicity?
Look at the news
Murder, robberies, rape, incest, desiring what others have
The garden of eden has turned into 
The Cesspool of Despair 
For many
Language, the most powerful weapon
Destroys through gossip, rumours, lies
Builds and creates with beauty and love
Poets, on the Front Lines, keep writing
Help people see beauty and courage
Maybe one day, more people will read
The Most Beautiful Prose of All

The Ten Commandments

I'm trying to Impress Skat

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Love Triangle at Glencoe

                  Blue sky; the purple hills recline;
                        brooks skip; tranquillity.
                     I can’t resist nature’s allure;
                             my muse joins in;
                           we three make love.

                                (30 syllables)
 [Glencoe ~ a most lovely area of the Scottish Highlands]
                  Paul Callus ~ 10th January 2015
                          Contest: Somewhere
                        Sponsor: Nette Onclaud

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A Friend

A friend is someone special
One that loves you for you
Loves you for your mistakes
And picks you up
When you don't know what to do
Life is a lesson
And lessons are to be learned
A friend is a blessing
When you feel you've been burned
You Are You
Never be anything different
Even when you've acted a fool
A friend is there
And picks up your pieces
Even if they are
Unsettling and Unpleasing
A friend is someone special
Forgiving and Understanding
True and Honest
So always remember,
Be You!
Don't Be Blue!
And Always Be True!

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'One Day - Some Day'

If you can still hear the birds chirp You are privileged  If you can still utter words  Say what you think or feel  You are blessed Many people wish they could  Do those things  I could get out of bed this morning  I were honoured enough  To put one foot in front of the other  He saw it fit to give me air to breath Things I take for granted  Until I saw how others struggle to do just that  They long to walk  They long to hear  They long to take just one more breath  Without  constraints I can read my Bible  Others can read the Koran  I am blessed I am not targeted for my beliefs  I still have tolerance for others  The way they live their lives  Simple things  Others are attacked for  We humans  Forget  That all this can be taken away  One day  -  Some day  -  It will happen

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It begins simply
I smile at the store clerk
She smiles back and is very helpful
Mrs Smith is next in line
Feeling good after the clerk packs her groceries,
She takes her dog for a walk
After getting home
The Jones twins are cheered up when they are 
Allowed to pet the dog
And when these children get home
They draw a picture for mommy
Who likes it so much she puts it on the refrigerator
Then daddy comes home after a tough day at the office 
Hears the stories, sees the picture
And after supper plays with the twins on the trampoline
Then a bath and a story, the twins go fast asleep

This Ripple In Time
Was brought to you
By a smile

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Eyes closed I see
shapeless shadows moving
hurrying at times but lazy

A fire burning at a front
acid burning in a crooked line
changing something, refining

A steady wing blowing from NE
a man with his head on fire
wind carrying the fire to burn dead wood

hear music soaring beyond and
above melody and harmony
not from a known genre or instrument known to man

The torso of a woman in fetal position
no arm nor legs, but smiling
long dark hair moving in a breeze
becoming a river of angels moving
through stormy clouds

Eyes open I see
shapeless shadows moving about
hurrying at times but lazy

Get a hunch of dark times coming
of earthquakes and firestorms
and of an abundance of goodness
to come.

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The Metamorphosis is All Around

Trying to get myself flowing these days 
But my mind has been frazzled lately,
Shooting in several other directions, stopping for no one or nothing
Still trying to figure out my life and my purpose
Star-recruited, my heart leans toward poetry
I feel free once it is all written down
The days become clearer, the thoughts accept one another
I am essentially out of my body 
And pushing toward the core of the earth—the heat of the moment
Then, I travel on high to cool down, 
Hoping I’ll feel a drop or two of comfort

I faced another day…nothing too eventful…nothing too life-changing.
But the metamorphosis is all around..
People are moving very fast and sometimes they do not see who’s behind them,
Or beside them, or right in front of them
I want to find a route underground, 
Beneath the ever-changing life of reality
I want to enter the depths of the volcano, the very core,
Before I am spat out in anguish and rejection
I want not to want, but to become

I have no arms…no feet…
I slither into the cracks, and sometimes I see others here too
So many minds…so many differences….
The good and the bad, 
Whatever the perspective, 
Whatever the interpretation—it is all mixed into one substance
I am one particle within that substance. 

..and then if I go any further, I lose myself…. Lose my purpose….

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Beyond Perception and Imagination

Today we view the sky,
going upon the idea of reality
and the veil of imagination,
Today we view the sky.

We dont wish, we dont dream,
we dont take a look upon the clouds,
but amongst the truth,
We dont wish, we dont dream.

I see what I am
amongst the skies I view,
they hold an essense used so that
I see what I am.

I take upon this elixer,
indulge myself in truth,
discover the white in all colors as
I take upon this elixer.

I know of you and I,
of boys and girls who want to dream,
of men and women meant for truth,
I know of you and I.

I wait with the sky
for the realization
from the world that I am right about the truth,
I wait with the sky.

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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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As my heart beats simultaneously to the ticking of the eternal clock,
I sit and ponder on what life has for me to come.
As life goes on around me,
as my friends go on with lives meant to be lived,
and as my brothers find lovely girls to bring home to Mom;
I sit and ponder, when? When is it going to be my time to show love?!
When am I going to be able to open up emotionally to my special one,
and where am I going to find her?

Envy takes a toll on my soul,
as my heart wants to love and be loved,
I tear it down with self-pity and hate.
Jealousy's green flows through my veins,
when I see my friend hugging and kissing his girl,
and when my brother talks of his future wife,
I am excited as ever could be,
but something deep in my chambered heart
wants to break out with force and scream!

...Jealousy halts the clock and pushes it back,
Patience pushes the clock forward, making time come faster,
and that moment when you least expect it,
the love of your life comes out of nowhere
and holds you and kisses you and makes you laugh and smile.
Patience, such a word with such a powerful meaning to life.
Patience is key,
with no patience in this world, we'd all kill ourselves
and we'd all lose our minds,
falling in love with hearts that never stood a chance with you.
If you want love, and be loved,
open your heart,
don't give away your heart,
but give enough to people, so they see you in a different light,
and open new ideas of your character.
You never know who is around the corner,
so enjoy life,
and be patient,
and time will come soon enough
and you'll smile and thank the heavens,
but for now, just relax and enjoy life.


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‘Let the past be’ he said
Why disturb peace
Why not let sleeping dogs lie
Why awaken the dead
Why dig old skeletons
For you can’t stand the omen.

Why not cherish tomorrow,
Why not anticipate for the future
For there’s much to look for
To correct the past mistakes
To create new life
To wave path for the next generation.

What’s done is done
You can’t spill over split milk
And you can’t change the past mistakes
But can forbid the repetition thereof
And let bygones be bygones.

Yesterday is gone
And it remain in the past
For all that happened
Simply let it go
And concentrate ‘rather’
On the future
For the past is history.

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Book of Memories

When I'm weary, tired, when life is
rough and rocky - I look through
the book of my memories. Hidden
among the masses, one shines above
them all. All my troubles fade
into small pebbles bore down from
solid stone. From this one memory -
I rise above my own self-doubt and
travel into the realm of the 
future. Into a bridge built of
stepping stones. As I reach the
center, I fall to my knees,
trembling from it's greatness and
divine hope. Here, I gain the
strength of loves I have known.
As I reach the end of the bridge - 
I am forced to look back and see
the presence that walked with me.
From this shadow of a memory, I
shall always know the comfort of
goodness and hope. Giving me the
strength of a love more solid than
stone. Yes, I often turn the pages
in the book of my memories.

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5 Single Words

There is a poem I wrote several years ago that several people have written me saying how it helped them decide not to take their own life. Several people have asked me "How can you write a poem that can actually save the life of another?" My answer is simple, spend a day in bed with a loaded gun and then be willing to tell the entire world what it took to keep you from pulling the trigger. With me it came down to ---

5 Single Words

There was a man
Only 30 years of age
He found himself at the end of the road
He had lost his job
His career
His money
His savings
What there had been of it anyway
All because of a simple accident
Well, not so simple of an accident
For he was also facing the possibility
The possibility that he would never walk

He had fought
Tried to look at every possible angle
Until he came to but one conclusion
One that a person
That has never been in this situation
Could possibly ever understand

He waited
Waited there in bed
The bed that he was becoming way too accustomed to
Until his wife had left for work
Until the kids had been sent off to school
Waited there until he was finally
All alone
He had argued and fought
This was against all that he believed in
But there it was 
Hidden in the words of an obscure insurance policy
To some
He was worth more dead
Than alive

Surely they would understand
He tried to explain it in a note
He knew that God might not be able to 
But he pleaded for their forgiveness
And he was afraid that somehow
Somehow he might just become to them
A burden
This was just more than he could take

So he laid there in that bed
All alone
With a loaded pistol in his hand
Fighting a losing battle
With the simple reasoning and logic
That had driven him to this decision

In the very instant
The moment when it had finally come down
Down to raising the barrel to his head
He heard a whisper
A voice
Barely audible
But familiar somehow
5 words 
That was it 
19 letters
That made him stop

Who will find your body

Would it be one of the kids
Possibly his father
That said that he might come over
Or would it be his wife

There were so many possibilities
So many different people
And that was when it hit him
Hit him how really blinded 
He had let himself become

He put the gun away
And was very careful
Careful that no one else saw how often
For the next few days
That he cried

Some people would argue
That this was simply his conscious
That there really isn’t such a person 
As God in heaven
I know one man that will argue this point
And do so with great reason
For in the darkest hour and moments
Of a 30-year-old man’s life
God himself came down from heaven
And spoke just 5 single words
And if you haven’t figured it out by now
I thank Him every single day of my life
That He was there
To give me the strength 
And the courage
To listen

Ed Roberts 8/04/02

At the age of 30 I had 3 1/2 gallons of 350 degree grease spill down both of my legs from my knees down. Two different doctors told me I would probably never get out of a wheelchair. By the grace of God I have climbed three mountains since then.

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My Rice Field

rice fields look the same except for this one; this one who knew me before i was born… and lying on her fertile belly, she remembers how the moon would lift its anklets to flutter in light ballet steps, tossing our mist of evening’s bamboo for drops of rain to moisten skin of gentle beasts. * * through incantations for creatures gathering in a bonfire of twitters and jousts, a carousel of birds wheels in a rhapsody, then takes flight along hems of air whisking tiny lanterns near the shore, while eggs of rivers crawl on amber clay: how beautiful can she be! her crown heady, full of starlit winds that which closes and bares ever daringly… i must have twirled with her on a cradle of blushing petals swirling oh so feathery, as if in a womb of constellations only she can dare name and bequeath grained glory * * i wake up for some reason: dusted flakes on my eyes collect this one spectacle of tryst with my rice field where i have become different, as my head ceased throbbing in sweet surrender, perhaps, claiming the very floor of my navel in ripened harvest.
Collaboration Contest of Jared Pickett nette onclaud and Franco Gonza -- gratitude goes to nette for being a trooper and agreeing to my request for my first collab

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I Am My Disney Princess

I am compassionate and pray hard,
because I am my own Snow White,
I am poise with my strong mind and spirit,
because I am my own Cinderella,
I am natural and cheerful,
because I am my own Aurora,
I am determined to follow my own dreams,
because I am my own Ariel,
I am loyal, outspoken and intelligent,
because I am my own Belle,
I am independent and have courage for myself,
because I am my own Jasmine,
I am brave and strong,
because I am my own Pocahontas,
I am bringing the honor for my family,
because I am my own Mulan,
I am faithful and assertiveness,
because I am my own Rapunzel,
I am not an ordinary Disney Princess,
because I am me

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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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A Missed Poem

=Pulpit and the Pews=

When she bends
She needed you most.
You reposed
And labelled her-
Flagrant eloquent noise.

Now perceives wide-awake
There and then mews- 
Nothing to say.

Who’s fooling who? 
On whose folly
In this case?
Thorny woes
Or woes tangle?

Oil and canvas
… Instrumental madness;
Can grab Peter
To play Paul.

Viva, 'tis okay, 
She has no objection,
No grudge,
No hocus-pocus.
Only that her burdens are
Itchy crosses to bear.

A petulant-
Entity enticement,
That knits her brow.
To her,
Not needed they are
In the free air.
We meet, we mix or miss.

Tangle that mangled,
The phantom in their
Framed mirrored lid.
Tattering she mends
“Not mine and never 

Behold her for her stand.
“Cynics’ labels are nothing
Should you hold within yourself.
You’re something
And anything
You believe you are.
While God’s tag is 

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The Window Seat and Me

Excuse me Miss
I have no intention of harming your shade,
But the seat you left vacant for me is rather 
Absent of roses I could finally romance into 
smelling, absent of yin that could relax urges that 
might present a stroke, 70 chapters later. 

For some esoteric reason, this seat you’ve 
manipulated into occupying until tomorrow’s 
departure seems stable;
It has no opposition in waiting. 
So please Miss, introduce your window seat to 
me, ever so kindly. 

You see the seat you offered in due time, does 
not welcome smiles. It’s cold, unfulfilling skin leaves 
me cautious; the torn fabric has failed my thoughts 
of safely time and time again. 

Hope won’t join my travels while married to this seat. 
I’m left contemplating questions of whether this 
is my sedentary companion for the next 100 years? 
But what is perhaps defined from amazing, is the 
glimpse you hold dominant in this seat. 

You’ve’ held this arrogant glow upon the leather, 
with no remorse for the penniless seat fillers. 
The carelessness of sight unvisited through the
multitude of generations is the lowest insult one
can fathom; with no refund offered as of yet. 
Miss, the window seat, please. 

You see, beyond the significant glory the seat
would offer, 
There is a silence of worries I wish to court, 
An everlasting view from peaceful quarters, that 
never warrants a superficial return. 
Specs without representation could meet their 
potential, among the tranquil armchair. 
That is why my passions advance today; for there 
is a retreat looming. 

Miss, I believe this is your exit. 
Remember, change pauses for nobody’s unanswered
why. The knowing is what you will reap later. 
Farewell, descending one. 

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God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…

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Memories to Be Made

Memories to Be Made
Memories to Be Made 
Tomorrow will be the day 
I start a new day
Never knowing what I am going to do from day to day 
I might not live to see tomorrow
 Life is too short to worry what I am failing to do 
Memories are waiting to be made 
With those memories becomes my heritage
 And I hope that those memories are well made with good choices and good friends 
So when I die friends and family will remember the good memories

 By Eve Roper

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Good News

Extra! Extra!
Read all about it!

Boy saves man from drowning!

Joey Softshoe was surfing yesterday
near the breakers
With hair blowing and breeze in his face
and feet on his board, finding dolphin waves peeking
Joey says he heard a scream coming from his left,
where he turned and saw a man going under.
Without hesitation Joey paddled his board
over to the man, now identified as Billy Joe Bob,
from Canada
Joey pulled Billy Joe onto his board,
then made his way to shore.
Billy Joe survived and thanked Joey,
by buying him a new board
Joey says he'll use it tomorrow,
after six grade class

contest The Good News Paper 

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A Piece of Love for Anne-Lise

The first ever greeting I recieved on that day.
The first chance I posted a piece from my brain.
The sweetest message she sent to me.
A poem that ode for my little Charrise.
She is the most beautiful woman I ever knew.
Her heart is pure,her words are true.
Thought that first time, she's only twenty-two.
Days have gone , year turned new.
She keeps on sending her positive views.
She gets sad when the theme is for love,
Especially when it's about broken heart.
You can feel the emotion she puts in the box.
The message that will warm your heart.
A powerful insight surely made up your mind.
She is an inspiration ever since I first write.
She is the lovely friend from the far away land.
Even miles can't bring any gap.
No boundaries can build to feel her heart.
She is the most beautiful woman of her time.
She is Anne-Lise Andresen,
"Hugs and kisses," she sends from Norway.

Poem entry for:
A Special Valentine's Note Address to Linda (aka PD) Anne Lise A. **And I --SKAT

**3rd Place Winner in SKAT's Contest:A Special Something---**
                       Dedications and Tributes 

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This is the day the Lord gave

I did not know then what gods there were
And was never concerned or thought about
But I do know for certain now
He can come to us to any form.

I had been attacked by the dragon “cancer”
Threatening to take away *my talent to speak.
I heard his voice, “Come unto me and rest”
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down thy
Head upon my lap, don’t be sad or downcast”.

I did not see him positively in any of his form
But I did feel him in a divine way never felt before.
He came to me as a doctor diagnosing earlier
Giving many years to live and roam the world over
To see and to play with my grand children 
As if that’s not all, shortly with great grand children.

That was the day He gave me the perfect health
And relief from suffering, turmoil and labor.

*•	Cancer of the Vocal Chords ( in 1994)


January 30, 2015
Second Place win
Contest: This is the day the Lord gave

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A Chat With God

God you Love us right?


Well why so much pain,
I'm sprinting through the fire,
but I can still feel the flame

My child,
I love you,
I know this world can be evil,
yet you all are still my people,

if you want us to live,
why do you allow death,
my cousin was only one,
he went blind and deaf,

Once again my child,
I have the perfect plan,
some things that I do,
man will never understand,
Sometimes the human mind can be very conceited,
angels don't die they ascend to me when needed,

Well if you love us so much,
why is this world in such a swirl,
why did hi jackers hit the tallest structure in the world?
Why did Hitler kill so many of your people,
I can't see you,
but oh Lord we need you

My son,
This world requires patience, 
The basics, 
sometimes you need mediation,
my revelation comes to life in Revelations,
My child,
Lucifer is real,
he comes to kill,
when hurting he will come as a pill,
if you need money bad,
he will be a drug deal,
he comes as temptation,
he loves contemplation,
But just believe in me and soon you shall see

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My cobain smile

I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid

Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
 I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive

My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake

Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest 
I want to die to live again

Set me free 
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain, 
I'm already out of breath 
Suffocating on my hopelessness

Every day I am alive 
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy 
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing 
With these thoughts that are too much

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground

Don't be selfish 
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.

End it, hold me under 
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images 
Deleted from my mind
As I leave this world behind

Floods my lungs 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 

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I'm Back

Hey, did you hear the sounds of a sorrowed heart
slowly thumping away in the evening sunsets?
There he is, baby, the man they call;
"The Blue Poet"
there he is in the flesh
with a book of poems in his hand,
look at the whores and the smiles turn to him
and say to him, "Where have you been?"
They look at him and he looks at us.
He sits at his desk,
he lits a cigarette and smokes.
He opens the big book of poetry that he had in his hand
and started to read.
There was a smile on his face,
reading to all of us;
as we sat around his greatness and glory
and we listened to his great poetry.
He looked at us through the dark
and with eyes a blazed and a smile so bright
he opened his mouth and out came the words of
a sorrowed heart and a master at his finest hour,
and he said in a calm voice;
"I'm Back, baby!"
And we all cheered,
and he smiled and drank his glass of red wine
and smoked his cigarette
He leaned back in his chair and watched us all
stand and cheer.
If you looked closely,
you could see a single tear form in his eye
and roll down his rough cheek.
The Blue Poet was back,
and this time he stayed.


A dedication to myself. I am sorry to all my fellow fans and followers and poets and poetesses, I had left you all without a trace of ever returning, but now I am back and here to stay!

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A Concert For Death In My Symphonic Life

At night I like to look to the sky and remember the lost ones by whom I'm inspired The angels Rena, Toni, Jeromiah, and David all showed me something, how can I repay them? My heros whos lives, troubled like mine yet never once did they ever fail to shine even as they thought they mattered not I noticed the love for the life through they fought every time they woke from the bed until one by one, my heros, fell dead When I remember, even though, ago long, I look to the heavens, and sing them a song. I feel them smile, and clap for another I give it all my love, like I do Teddy and Randy, my brothers who pulled me out of the hole in my head and gave me the strength to carry the dead into my concert, a symphonic life for its what they give me, when we get lost in the night.

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found myself

A little boy looking into the mirror the reflection showing a stranger
A few beard hairs on his face
He fears that he’s safe
As all he’s ever known is danger

Smile growing wider
Scars getting smaller
This child’s a survivor
Still growing taller

Weight of the world on his shoulders
The mirror no longer shows it
The little boy is getting closer
Even though he doesn’t know it

The weight is shrinking
He’s feeling more comfortable
Starting to change his thinking
He no longer feels vulnerable

Mirror starting to show his face
And remove his mask
He’s finally found his place
And let go of the past

Spent my life looking for my dad
And I found myself
No longer need to worry about what I never had
Because I found myself 

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My God is my rock

My God is my rock.

He is my constant, my heart, my undeniable truth.
As I draw near to Him He fills me with unbreakable faith and everlasting peace.

His grace knows no boundaries and can not be earned.
His infinite wisdom can not be bought, but is generously imparted whenever I ask.

I will continue to be grateful for every breath of life He gives me.
His brilliant light is a beacon for my life path and will continue to lead me through all my peaks and valleys.

I pray to love carelessly with His love, and that it will speak loudly and clearly, even without a single word.

He gives me hope when there is nothing to hope for. 
His patience I will always be amazed by.

I pray all the fruits of His Spirit will continue to grow in me with every breath I take.


Dominic Marchio

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Street Rat Confessions

A.T. Throw down quick a beat
so hot it melts ya lips so ya can't speak
teach em to pray 
Make em hope it'll rain
cool off the flames burstin' from my name
Every day they're talking shit
Swearin they know how to spit
Pop pop bang bang
Glocks checking off another name
Tick tock run run from the cops
Killing brothers in the heat
close their eyes they'll never speak
Heavenly message must I repeat
Close your ears pretend you don't hear
The phone ringing off the hook
While you're thinking of another brother 
layin' dead in the street
Leave a message at the beep

--------- Hello, this is God
You'll now suffer suffer suffer
For etern-ity-tee-tee

Hold the Ace press the gun to your face
Wake up --- scream 
Just a nightmare just a dream
His empty eyes whisper your name 
You wonder why you cant escape the shame
Wish you would take his place
Drink another beer -- now forget to steer 
Its time for confession 
No more repression 
Or must we take you to your childhood
A classic case of regression 
Loveless pressing the question

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Alive and well

This morning as I walked
I closed my eyes
turned my face into the wind
swept along in an invisible ocean of exultation
suddenly, I knew I was alive...

Some people I knew are not
I loved them
they have become ghosts inside of me
this is how i keep them alive
sometimes pain lets you know you are alive...

I see love, feel some love
romantic, so romantic
love, then will surely rise
to appear in front of me
I am alive when others are not
I am here for a purpose...

If you are reading this
congratulations, you are alive
that's something to smile about!
~ ~

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Happy Thoughts

1 2 3 Rest your head Take a breath Lay in bed Close your eyes Your work is done Hold the trigger And drop the gun Wipe your tears Dry your face Leave this path It’s not your place Sit back up Count to 4 Relive the pains Re-fight the war Look in the mirror See your veins Clench your fist And drop the blade Thing again Count to 5 I know it hurts It’s not your time Count to 6 See yourself See the pain See the hell Run the water Fill the tub Up to 7 You've had enough Let tears fall 8 9 10 Think happy thoughts instead.

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obstinate nation

why is it that
when a crime is committed
we turn a blind eye but 
when we our nation is praised
we grin in satisfaction
illusions of pride 
and self admiration blind us 
we perceive what we
want to perceive
remaining permanently ignorant 
of our harsh reality
Charlatanism reigns supreme 
in this land if fore destined destruction
and as our nation plunges
into a dark abyss
a light smothered 
in jealousy and hatred gleams
A ray of unity, and hope
the light of our nation's lost pride

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I Got Next

I came from projection I came from hood
The difference being in hood ten year ago and now
Kids and women used to matter, knowing the struggle
I Got Next
This may not matter to you but when you witness children left outside
With nothing to eat with a ball next to a bench
You tell me what is cold and man I thought my mom was cold?
I Got Next
Were talking about role models for this generation 
Time after time I tell people I’m not the guy
But growing up I could not tell you how a role model was supposed to interact 
I Got Next
In till the state gave me a One on One and 
She looked at me and told me you are going be a bachelor one day
Yeah, whatever but oh my god she was so beautiful with a college degree!!!
I Got Next
Don’t get it wrong I was not a bad kid put the environment and 
Crime was terrible and key word was an index of “8” “The City That I'm From” But
We strive for perfection and my name is not even important but these kids’ are
I Got Next
The scares of my chest from arm to arm you would think it was tattoos,
So I been told!!!
Tiger stripes is what they call them and I’m not a people person But 
I Got Next
If my story could help someone else story fine 
But I’m not the guy or even trying to be anyone role model
Just some time in this community its push on me to be the guy I was put 
In newspaper at three and half for preschool when it first open no pressure though!!!
I just had goals dreams and aspiration is that so wrong for a child!!!!
I Got Next
I know people that goes to prison and think that is where they should be?
But I’m going to mention for the incarnation things have chance drastically
And some kids don’t respect anything but who is to blame?
But starting today I take the blame!!!
I Got Next
And the phone never stops ringing!!!
I Got Next 
Went and check the mail today got another credit card offer as usually 
But this time It was” THE” Black Card Visa 
Thinking to myself I’m never going have no money to join why offer?
But I do have great credit if I may add!!!
I’m going keep this Brochure or as I call it Bro Sure and 
I’m Sure one day what some us did for our community they will say
I Got Next!!!!

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It's simple

It's really simple people, 

When we love,



Eric (and sometimes not)

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This Bites

the girl sits propped over her barren desk
she had invited flowers but death halted their arrival
and because she kept asking father time the time
he summoned an hour to accompany each minute

she cursed pens on her desk
thinking their non-use caused stagnation
not so. They did glide across paper
making grand statements from time to time
but mostly they clamored for a zesty life.

she desired busy-ness.
the busy-ness you get from
pouring hot buttered soul into life
instead she was being drained of vitality
attached like adhesive to her chair.

some love the comfort of silent companions
a season for these is fine
but she had outgrown purpose-less living
being bored is a life that bites.

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How Will I

__A Holy Matrimony__

How will I say goodbye 
To this body,
This body that always
Feels my needs.
How will I detach myself
From this beauty,
This beauty that always
Put me in mind.
How will I pay this kindred,
This kindred that is always
By my side.
How will I tell the news
To this beauty,
This beauty that, 
'I am in love with her.'

How will I explain
Myself to mother
To mother that
I have found for her
A woman.
How will this new beauty
Not affect my relationship,
My cordial relationship with 
My mother.

Sure mother will receive 
This new beauty.
And if she does,
How won’t she,
This new beauty
Take my mum
From me.
Won’t there be grudge
Between me and my damsel.

Am I jealous or what?

I can't bid both goodbye.
My mum can say 'safe journey' to me
As I can say 'thank you' to her.
My fiancee will not want to hurt me
My mom won’t want to hurt my home
She will love my mom
For her benign character and love.
Together our families
(Mine and hers)
Will be united
As one big nation.

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His Name Is Jesus - Mirror Poem

~His Name Is Jesus~ (Mirror Poem) I have a best friend in this world forever who's better than anyone I know Each day He gives me his love his blessings, he wishes me all the best As for myself now I know Him for a long time,yes,very happy to say I do I hope one day very soon you get to know Him too if you don't Jesus, my best friend is so loving caring and kind, and I do love Him so He's the best in everything to all mankind and this world Yes, the name of my best buddy is Jesus and that's so He wants to be your best friend in the world too Once you get to know Him better you'll see what I mean He'll send you His blessings,your heart with Him will glow Once you walk with Jesus your eyes will open,He'll help you see better. Once you walk with Jesus you eyes will open,He'll help you see better He'll send you His blessings,your heart with Him will glow Once you get to know Him better then you'll see what I mean He wants to be your best friend in the world too Yes, the name of my best buddy is Jesus and that's so He's the best in everything to all mankind and this world Jesus, my best friend is so loving caring and kind and I love Him so I hope one day very soon you get to know Him too if you don't As for myself now I know Him for a long time,yes,very happy to say I do Each day He gives me his love his blessings and He wants for me only the best I have a best friend in this world forever who's better than anyone I know. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 January,10,2015

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I Am En-Titled To Love

I wish that you could see "The Real Me".
I'm not just that girl with the "Scarred Heart".
This torture of "Forbidden Love" has to end,
"Nevermore" can this broken heart long for love.
"Just Forget Me", my inspiration, I can no longer find you.
Instead I have to write about "A Fairy's Fantasy" world,
and not a true love ode, but an "Ode To Autumn".
Finding my "Soul Mate" would bring "Serenity" to me.
"For No One But Me" deserves this happiness,
such an inspiration would be "Heaven For A Poet".

Written for Adam Hapworth's contest - It's all in the Titles

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A Bold Master

say's my heart, let me fly 
chains and bonds, of world and lie
say's the hollow , follow me up
pains in my eyes, just don't let me sob...

My path is alone, just let me follow
weight of my dreams, doesn't chase me slow
sky so wide , braces me tight
say's its silence, yes, you are ELITE....

Throne of the ocean, awaits me ,dry;
prince of pain being born to CRY
says my light ,blow me off
hands of my hope ,still in cuffs

Voice deep within,shouting so loud!
supreme of love;this is what all its about.
Path of your dreams ,upon which you fall.
REMEMBER, fruit of your failure is the sweetest of all...........

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Queen Esther

(Esther 5: 2)

The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

But It Was Persian Law For All
That Those The King Did Not Call
Would Be Struck Down Where They Stand!

Yet Brave & Beautiful Queen Esther
Whose Godly Faith Never Left Her
To Save Her People, Entered As Planned

Because There Was A Plot
Devised In Anger So Hot ...
By That Prideful, Wicked Prince Haman

To Kill All Esther's People
Haman Schemed So Evil
But The King Didn't Know Why It Began

... Or That Esther Was A Jew
In The Line of Hebrews
Who Worship The One GOD So Grand

But There Was No Hesitation
In Ahasuerus' Heart Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held Ahasuerus' Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

I Imagine All Got Quiet
Waiting For Swords To Riot
And See Esther's Head Roll Across The Floor

But At The Sight of Her Dignity
The Scepter Pointed Implicitly
To Grant Esther Whatever She Implored

And Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In The Power of His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *

(Part 2)

Oh, And That Wicked Haman Was Hanged
And His Family Shared The Blame
But Esther's People Were Saved From Judah To Benjamin, To Dan

( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )

                    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/15/2013 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady

I have always loved the story of Queen Esther ... This is a love story that has it all - - a lovely-hearted, modest girl, (replacing a vain and arrogant queen) ... then getting royally pampered, massaged in expensive, perfumed oils, lots of clothes and jewels, winning a beauty pageant, finding true love, conflict and suspense and lastly the heroine saves the day (and oh, did I mention that she was an orphan?) ... 'Com' on Movie-Makers - we could enjoy a lot more of this ... MoonBee 

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Dear all women, You made me write again and again

Dear all women, You made me write again and again
Not about beauty, not about beasts, but about my self
And the origin of my silence, snakes, silos and stillness
How much ever fast I ran, you caved my self, selflessly

I searched your depths in my gaze, in your glance, in our trance
But all fell out of shape, like a gazoid, like a river that speaks for itself
Your language of love, your symbols of seduction, your systems of life
These words may be pending for a long time, long due or long rustic

Poems are written, lost and left behind, same like the river of leaves
That gets rotten in the bread of brown grey wooden ground
I saw many roots, hanging in the wretched skins of my arms
I sketched wrecked ships of my golden past
Poems to pencils, Words to Worms, Purple to Pupil
All are an act of Engines of growth through the Pictures of life

Many roads covered, from love to lust, dream to desire
Arrogance to ambivalence, words to willows, papers to carbon capacitors
I still shiver when a pale glass window opens in front of me

A paper cup and a torus of ladders, they came back in time
And I stood by their wishes, their long beards, their stale wishes
Their history melt before mine, though I am alone, and they wander in mine
I have their fight in my mirrors, the mirrors that I name, call, scream and spit my gaze 
And I know that they never shapes up itself

Dear all woman, I borrow your silence, your strength and your sarcasm
On my ways, On my days, On my rays, On my wooden willows of whims and wickedness


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Dual Inspiration

Two friends who have spent countless years separated
Has finally reconnected as if no minutes has elapsed.
It appears our friendship has shown no boundaries and
We still have a magical bond which has not diminished.

We are anxiously anticipating our glorious reunion
While we exist in our own worlds with desire...apart.
Now each day passes and we continue to communicate
How we are looking forward to that wonderful moment.

Time is progressing quite slowly it seems and
Our thirst for each other's presence grows stronger.
We know the outcome of our shared future is near
But the joyous occasion must be prepared carefully.

As I wrestle my own evil spirits I consider the obstacles 
She has struggled with over the years of my absence.
Not only is she courageous and incredibly graceful,
She has become my greatest inspiration to thrive.

When we spoke today in our usual manner of conversing,
She professed I have inspired her beyond all belief.
The inspiration we share are two totally different
Reasons for appreciating each other's self qualities.

We look forward to our days when there will be
A movie to see, a dinner to eat or a place to be...together.
Until that moment is upon us we must remain patient
With our own individual recognition of admiration. 

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life is a risk

4.30 In the morning and I’m writing this
Thinking of how beautiful but difficult of a life it is
Looking up at stars
But doing more than appreciating what a beautiful night it is
Thinking back to when I fell for a girl who didn’t love me back, it was quite a slip
She took my heart
Left it covered in bruises, cuts and scars
But id didn’t put up my guard
Until I got stabbed in the back by a friend and the knife stuck in hard
At the time I’d of sold my soul to the devil just to have my heart back
But I worried what good would it be with scars attached?
That was the moment I allowed poetry to become my advocate
So my pain was no longer hazardous
When you’re going through it you don’t realise how bad it is
When you’ve been through it, it can’t be as bad as you first thought because you survived
And overcame the worst obstacle in your life
And you realise happiness is actually attainable
Be yourself, don’t copy and realise life’s aren’t exchangeable
Enjoy the moment you may never get the chance again
Enjoy the song you may never be able to dance again
Truth be told, if I’m fully honest?
Then I never needed anything I thought I wanted
Maybe I wanted out of greed, or just a case of never having it
Maybe there were many cakes on the plate & I was grabbing it
To get the best out of life you need to be strong through the worst times
Don’t judge because you’ll rarely be happy by what you first find
Everyone’s a working progress, grow with them, realise what a blessing they are
Let them open up on there own, don’t question their scars
I’m not preaching or teaching
This is just a guy who’s been through hell speaking
Now it’s almost 5 in the morning and I’m not even halfway through saying what I need to
You’re wasting time trying to be someone else, while somebody is dying to meet you
Take a risk if you’re willing to lose for it
Sometimes you have to take a step back to move forward
I used to want my ex back
Until I got better
Now I’m happy we’re not together
Don’t pick up a thing from where you left at
Dust yourself off start from scratch
Grow in time; learn where your heart is at
It may take time
But in the end you’ll have a strong heart & great mind
I began to hear hate better and became blind to love
When I was heart broke and I realised every contract is signed in blood
I like to recall the bad as well as rewind the good
It just prepares me
Reminds me I’ve been through the worst so nothing should scare me
Life gives you hardship so you won’t sink easy
The moment you begin to think freely
You’ll see life is a risk but usually worth the gamble
When you stop letting life control you and reverse the handle 

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Standing Tall

Stand tall, beyond all adversity,
Hardships and grief weight down on your soul,
Lies and betrayal have robbed you of your humanity,
How foolish it appears for these vile creatures to still uphold their dignity.

In your mind, no songs of joy are sung,
The poison of the world seeps slowly into your veins,
Loneliness your ally , nothing but your thoughts keeping you sane
Your garden of flowers , once an epitome of beauty,
now lies in desolation , corrupted and diseased,
Prayer after prayer you yearn for God's divine love,
For your life seems nothing, but an endless curse.

You feel afraid , helpless like no one cares,
People and their shadows pass you by , not caring how you fare,
Fear not , for all you need is courage,
The strength to defeat the monstrosities that plague your mind,
Monstrosities leaving you in an abyss , placing you in a bind,
Remember what i told you , that you are the master of your destiny,
So forge ahead towards the light , and earn your place in history.

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Simply not infatuation

When I first met you 
you were so cute that
my brain just couldn't compute 
so I went mute
 As I stared in awe 
Wanting to know you
Noticing that 
the reason my heart ached was 
 because of you
A girl much more than a pretty face 
I never wanted to make love out of lust
but then I realized 
that it was in you I trust
So I must change 
to show you
this isn't simply a fascination 

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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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We have heard about wonders that great
men from history did – Jesus walking on water;
Buddha calming a wild elephant; levitation of Saint
Joseph of Cupertino; Andromeda, wife of Perseus,
placed among the constellations, and many more
unfathomable happenings.

In our present world,
we still wish and hope for the extra-
ordinary in the ordinary when we pray
for rain to rain down from a clear sky;
pray that a good Samaritan to give you a ride
when your car runs out of gas;
myself winning that I can win a Nobel Prize,
even though my grammar may be wanting.

I will understand when you tell me
that you believe that you can pass through a wall,
without hitting it, if you also believe that a rose flower
can sprout in an earth-scorching desert……

Contest: ONE OF YOUR BEST Contest

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I Finally Understand Why

All those times that i got hurt
It seemed like i was destined to be alone...
It seemed like i would never be happy...
I would always get hurt...
I finally understand why...

All those times i cried myself to sleep...
It seemed like noone cared...
It felt like i would always be alone...
I never seen a future with anyone...
I always wanted one but didnt see it...

I couldnt see a light at the end of the tunnel...
I just seen more and more pain...
I seen more hurt...
I finally understand why...

I remember the first day i saw you...
I felt this feeling inside of me that i never felt before...
My life got a lil bit brighter and i didnt even know your name...
I finally understand why...

I finally understand why it never worked out with anyone else...
I finally understand why i never seen a future with them...
I finally understand why my world got brighter the day i first saw you...
I finally understand that feeling i felt inside...

It never worked cause i was meant for you not them...
I didnt see a future with them cause my future is with you...
My world got brighter cause i found my soul mate...
That feeling i felt inside was the feeling of true love...

You are my future 
My light at the end of the tunnel 
My soul mate
You are my princess

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Led down from the tower
Head high and hands bound
Blindfold declined against the wall
Black square pinned to his heart
His eyes afire and shining
And he sang...

He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt
Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury,
Carreras, he sang of Antoine, 
Of Sinatra, Lennon, Morrison, Redding
He sang and songbirds paused in flight
He sang like them all

He sang a song of himself
Of leaves of grass, of second comings
Of Byron, and Bharti, and Cummings
He sang of Neruda, and Plath, Tagore
Dickinson, Kamala Das and Naidu
Oh, he sang of them all

He sang of art and beauty
Of Mona Lisa and starry nights
Girls in green dresses and pearls
He sang of Van Gogh, of Picasso
Of Rembrandt, da Vinci 
He sang of Michelangelo

He sang of sadness, pain
He sang of My Lai, Sand Creek
Of Guernica and Krystallnacht
He cried and sang of Wounded Knee
Of Katyn Forest, Sabra and Shatila
Oh, he wept as he sang

He sang of history and wonders
He sang of Olduvai and pyramids
Machu Picchu, Tikal, and Angkor Wat
He sang of a great wall, the Taj Mahal 
Stonehenge, Easter Isle, Mesa Verde
His song took us to them all

He sang of courage
A song of Bunker Hill, Gettysburg
Of the Alamo, Normandy, Stalingrad
Of Lincoln, Guevara and Dr. King
He sang of Bolivar, Bhutto, Ghandi
He shamed us with their song

He sang his song...
As women sighed and peasants cried 
He  sang until the rifles fired, he died
Songbirds fell from the sky 
Soldiers broke their guns on stones
And marched into the deep blue sea.


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Life On The Dock

Like silent sentries
in a row
the pylon docks
await our arrival.
It is low tide as we
step onto the
Crusty barnacles
cling tenaciously 
to the pylons
as salt sea water
laps the rocky 

A lanky blue heron
carefully picks
it's way
between the fingers 
of the dock slips.
A cool breeze
picks up
and the boats 
bobbing to and fro.
Halyard lines clang
against the masts of
as weather vanes
turn toward the prevailing
northwest winds.

The pungent smell of
salt air
and the cool mist 
against my face
evoke thoughts of
and high sea
To sail away without
a care
and maybe never
to return.
To give oneself over
to the sea.

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Why Can't We Be Love

Why can't we be love
It's harder to hate
With chains and heavy weight
And anger that separates
Rather than love undefined
No barriers of any kind
No mountains to climb
Only love to unbind
We push innocence down
Condemning like we understand
When we don't have the first clue
As to what they may be going through
We cast an image, a people as wrong
Because they don't resemble tradition
A little different than before
With looks a little different
With color a little different
With identity a little different
Oriented in a little different way
God's perfect Children
With love a little different
Can we accept to accept
Once and for all
Can we expect to accept
From now and for all
Let the message be heard
Jesus is alive in His World
The Word comes to life
Thank You Christ for Your Sacrifice.

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Love is Light

I was once like you
young full of loving and longing
thinking love was this magical entity
that could be captured and stored 
in our hearts like a firefly in a jar
Taking walks hand in hand  
picking flowers, wishing upon stars
going no matter how far to prove
there's nothing I wouldn't do
Jump off a cliff? Too easy
I'd just be proving I'd die for a cause.  
Set sail, chase the setting sun
whatever the task, I'd wear a hero's mask
Knight in shining armor times two.
To infinity and beyond, each step
a first step bringing me back to you
After several years of walking in circles
I realized what love wasn't,
which led me to discover what it is.
Love is light. Just an inkling of it  
gives new life. 
For some it fades quickly
and others it last for eternity
Love is an entity residing between two beings  
It's an adhesive for some, for others
it leaves a sticky residue
No matter what it ends up being,  
it's a gift, lest you forget  
The smallest amount can save the world  
make a homeless person feel at home
in the middle of Times Square
Where the world goes wrong is
when it forgets what's been bottled up inside
Love is a firefly trapped way down on the inside 
sometimes we refuse to let it glow
no one ever knows, love is a gift
just as much as it is a myth.
I've lived long enough, walked enough circles  
to see love and its many phases
but its light never changes.
Love is light.

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A Symphony of Dreams

There was a mess of sound tucked inside her pocket,
a potential tantrum that followed, tempting her stride 
to evolve into a sultry strut, an angry jog.
    Music stirred a monster within,
                a sleeping giant willing to 
                bash the walls, climb the sky 
                       and rip down the inspiration 
                       that was needed to keep from 
                       losing grip on the hilt of life.
There's a tone for every energy,
a melody for any struggle,
a harmony for new romance.
                         ...And she would sing
Letting her tongue dance along 
with her hips; Giving in to the sound
and watching the sky melt away and 
reveal a novel reality.
                        ...Even if it was only a dream.
At least the intonations felt good on her skin,
and eased the ache that burned within.
At least the bass kept her body in sync,
giving day the rhythm needed to 
reach the next night,
where slumber would be met by 
a smooth piano's whisper.
        Where she would dream of 
                        dancing in a breeze colored 
                              with new notes,
                                                     a scattered song of fancy
                                                       abiding in the thought of 
                                                          making life sound a little more
                                                            like the songs you used to play.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Beautiful Black Woman

Beautiful black woman 
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Beautiful black woman 
You're worth more than the finest gems.
Your love,
Holds the presence of God's healing hands.

Beautiful black woman
You're the reason why I breathe.

In this follow follow society
Zombies follow I gotta lead...

Beautiful black woman whom,
birthed me into this crazy world,
I came from your womb 
not to be cast down and quietly consumed,
By the rage and fury of a people in a hurry.

You born me...
To be a catalyst of change!
To stand against rape!
To fight for your freedom!
To bring on the new Kingdom!

Beautiful black woman
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Beautiful black woman 
You're worth more than the finest gems.

The world is starving for LOVE. 
We need you ...
For you are LOVE.
Your Unconditional Love holds the keys.
As a matter of fact you have the power to put the world at ease.
Create Peace.
Please forgive us men who fail to understand that
Your LOVE holds the presence of God's healing hands.

Beautiful black woman
You're a Queen.
Beautiful black woman 
You have to dream!

Your LOVE holds the presence of God's healing hands. 

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My Love

I am not able to live without you anymore

There is no existence without you

If I am separated from you

Then I will be separated from my own self

Because it's only you, who has become my life
My peace, my pain, my love, you are everything

Our relationship is such that even one moment apart is troubling

I live everyday only for you; I have given all my time only to you

There is no moment which is without you,

Your name is present in all my breaths

Your love has supported me; it has removed all sadness from my heart

My fate has been joined with your's, 

I have not been incomplete once I met you

My peace, my pain, my love, you are my everything

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Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place -Silent Love

           Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place - (Silent Love)

My love and I are from another world
We came from a cave or well
Well within ourselves so deep
That poured purity of being within, creating skin
We now can touch each other in the fever
This all took time of course
It formed thousands of miles beneath the earth
With molten red desire moving over passion
Over mountains rolling to create our souls
Forming love itself
At God’s command, from simple elements, He gave us hands
To hold and love each other
To bond with nature in the secret sacred garden 
No other world or living thing distracts us
The hidden love so silent on the soundless kiss
It could not be missed by anyone but us
The fabric of life is there still measured
Clinging to each other
Glowing in the dark
In that ancient place

10/21/14 Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place – Poetry Contest

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Emptiness is not only a word
Feeling of emptiness is not only from love
When you lost your little thing that may be your thought
Its seem to be a emptiness

But the great feeling also comes through emptiness
Poet writes their poems in emptiness
Great people do their great work during emptiness
People are feel empty when they lost there habbit

Emptiness is not worst its a positivity
To do something to fullfill the emptiness
People thought emptiness when theu lost someone close to them
But the value of emptiness understood when you lost your mobile

Than you fullfill emptiness by new ones
But the feeling of emptiness cant be fullfill by anyone replacement.

Avnesh yadav

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Awen's Call

The grains of sand fall quickly through
A past that time forgets
Who we were, where we've been and
Where we shall go hence.

While much is learned, so much is lost
Though wisdom ever speaks
She sings her song to right the wrongs
Her children there to teach.

Why do the groves stand empty?
Where lay the rowan staff?
Who's song will pierce the darkness?
Whose words will paint the past?

To master, ovate, and those between
To poet, musician and bard
Let not the pen rest out of hand
Nor withhold the living word.

The light of inspiration shines
On those called to receive it
Let's raise our quill, sing our song
And dare now to believe it.

                      ~Christopher Thor Britt

For Debbie Guzzi's "Words of Wisdom" contest

Topic #2

This poem relates to topic #2 as a person strives to remember the inspirational wisdom of the past, and pay it forward to future generations so the creative process may the eternal voice of the poet is not silenced and the creative seed is planted, nourished and, above all, appreciated as mankind strives to learn from the victories and failures of our kind, and so, somehow, grow, live and die with new wisdom to pass on to posterity.

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All from the beginning 
Almost a year of pains 
All the early sickness 
Everything from sleepless night
To kicks in the stomach 
From nights of torture 
To nappy changing 
All the cuddling 
The joy of fist words to first steps 
Could words ever explain 
My gratitude.

All you gave me 
Unconditional love you gave 
Your undying love to date 
Through thick and thin by my side 
All the support and courage you gave 
But words could never explain 
What you really mean

House could never be a home without you 
Family could never be complete without you 
You’re a role model 
You’re heroine 
You’re everything

In my eyes nothing compares to you 
In my eyes your love and care is endless 
Because you’re the best 
Keep on mother As the saying goes 
'Mmangwana o swara thipa ka bogaleng' 
‘Mother grasps a knife by the blade.’

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Conflicted or star crossed lovers

Not a day goes by I don't think of you
you have permeated my fortress and walk freely in all its rooms
(examining it's furnishings)
how did I allow you entry without the
usual search scan and seizure ?
I'ts like a foreign substance and all
my antibodies are seeking to eradicate
your presence (anti-christs)
My mind and heart find your entrance exhilarating 
like ecstasy ( a neurologically happy drug ,
which by the way I've never imbibed in but the
other one I'm only slightly familiar with)
My body wants to throw you off like some
intruder to the death it lies in bondaged slavery of.
I finally understand the WAR.
I want to isolate this substance and imbibe at will
or as often as I desire.
There's no corner on the market for this substance,
you can only get this by freely accepting it as your 
own life blood , the loss of which kills us , but it's
flow is what keeps us alive.
I desire to lay in it's bliss
like basking in a warm sun's rays
unfortunately I burn easily , so I usually limit 
my exposure to substances I feel may do me damage.
But OH , HOW GOOD this FEELS , as though I should
have been born to this naturally .
But NO , love is not the natural substance of the world
in it's battlements and fortresses erected by men and
so thoroughly indoctrinated into his very being .
I just want to bottle this and share it with everyone.
But everyone "knows" every really really great substance
wears off and kicking the habit is way way painful .
But I want to suck this up and live in it , to have the heat
of it never dim , until it is an all consuming fire that lights
everything in it's sphere . Yes LOVE JUNKIE , child of God
a shameless addict to truth about the paths people choose
to "lose" themselves on . 
I've been like a bloodhound sniffing out every trail looking
for this substance the one that transforms you into fully
brilliantly vibrantly alive , and to roll in it until every fiber
of my being is saturated with it's fragrance.
The factory that manufactures this is built within , 
and I want unlimited access  , but my own body has
set up perimeters and walls to fence off my full access 
to my own God given life source ..(the curse)
You can only have full admittance when you can use
it's power to give life and not destroy others , to be 
able to manage it usefully for the benefit of all.
But I'm a natural indulgent in what feels good , 
substances always on the intake , seeking to have a 
balm that shields me from being abused or seeing 
my own abuses of Life. My ability to utilize a substance
so powerful is limited by my training , my will and my
exposure to everything that seeks to sell it on the open
market like a thrill seeker , or cheap whore who can be
had for a bouquet and dinner , which is quickly consumed
in one night and disappears tomorrow . Nothing that the
world offers can even slightly imitate the magnitude and 
power residing where Love dwells . When you've been 
allowed to taste its manna , the desire for a plateful
is now not even enough but the drive to constant partaking
of its presence is now an all consuming fire and I am 
driven to sign up for the lifetime plan . For better is a life
that feeds on love daily , than to choke and suffocate on
the bowls of hatred served up daily in the worlds menu.
I have relished the view from opposite sides of the room ,
when you're ready  for the permanent plan you will 
have to crossover to the other side . I know you read me,
like the good book , and when you understand you can
hide it from the world , but not from me , or yourself .
We want full access to the wellspring of life and love , I'm
willing to share the source , but it's a limited partnership (MLP)
on a lifetime plan , but it's riches are infinite and can only
be provided by the source. If you're willing to crossover , 
I'll allow you re-entry and full access ... Love  

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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The Matchsticks-Win

Compliments, success and various honors I earned 
Are like matchsticks leading me the next stage on
By lighting my path to settle down in corporate life.

But do I stand to all the above compliments & honor?
Or Do they say the truth earnestly or for some "return"
As they lay more responsibilities and duties  yet
Do they set a situation to confine oneself in show-case?

Here’s the crux; ignored the truth after combustions. 
Have learnt a lesson, if flame goes off, light a new.
There’re safety matches, friction and noiseless one
Needing suitable surface or specially prepared surface.

Well, an unstruck match won’t show up in pitch dark
Unless lighted up with external source with a surface.

3rd Place win
Contest: New Poem Compliments by Frank H.
Dr. Ram Mehta
I am inspired to write this poem by a contest on me " Dr. Ram's words are better 
than gold" sponsored by Joe Maverick sometime in November, 2011

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Who Is Your God

Is your God 
rich poor
uptown downtown
is he a she
is she a he
is your God
of suburbia
does your God
reward you
make promises
is your God 
jealous, compassionate
true, in your image
you in his image
is your God 
animal, plant, alien
is your God a car
is your God in books
the Bible, the Torah
the Bhagdavid Gitta 
is your God Zen
Ruach, Extremist
or Evil
Is your God
unicorn, uniform
underground or
Who Is Your God? 

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Pray, don't spill the beans

The surprise that is still to be seen
       Whither grows the magic bean
Full of love and sparkling clean
       Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
The incredible charm that is the bean stalk
       Full of strength and great talk
Is Jack of the axe prepared to walk the walk?
       Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
In this world is there a greater delight?
    Than the surprise on the face of child with beautiful light
Or on the sparkling eyes of the elderly which shines sprightly
    Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
A soul’s tipping point under this ambience
   Is not havoc wreaked by much incontinence?
Will faith work without patience?
    Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!

01/11/2015 Ganapathiraman Raman

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I Came Here For The Heart Ache

I came here for the heart ache                                                                                                      What did you think                                                                                                                         Life was going to be a picnic                                                                                                          That there was nothing left to learn                                                                                               Pay attention we can do this together                                                                                           We can change the world                                                                                                                  We can make it better

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My Water Pearls Of Wisdom

~My Water Pearls Of Wisdom~ (Free Verse) Wishes stands in multiples Pride stands alone and sad Peace is for us to spread it Love if for us to give and share it Pain and sorrows are to transform us Hopes are to bring us more pieces of dreams Faith is to keep us always in place Dreams are to bring us more pieces of joy! Wisdom is to teach us to be better people Peace is to fill us with more inner glow Truth is to bring us more freedom and light Love is to give us the real joy But only God can really transform us and Give us life! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 January,16,2015

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YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders

(2 Cor. 1: 3, 4 / 1 Pet. 5: 7 / Ps. 8: 4)

YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders!
Like YOU Wrapped Clouds Around Thunders
& Its Like A Lilting, Life-Lullaby In Whispers
or Like A Light Feeling of Gently Floating On Rivers

And It Feels Like A Comforter - Plush & Soft
Caressing Around Me As YOU Hold Me Aloft
And It Feels Like My Favorite Cuddly Blanket
Tucked 'Round Me Like Guests At A Table's Banquet

And It Feels Like Piled-Cashmere - Padded Covers 
To Keep Out The Cold & Carelessness of Others
It Feels Like My Grandmama's Queen-Size Quilt
... Under Which Many Castles Were Built ...

And I Feel Wrapped & Wanted, Warm & Safe
In The Soothing Circle of YOUR Firm Embrace
And Its Like The Tenderest of Hugs
In The Everlasting Arms of YOUR Fatherly Love

... and YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders!
Like  YOU  Wrap The Clouds Around Thunders ...

         Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/28/2013 
                     by:  MoonBee Canady

Yes, This is actually how I felt during the arduous procedure before my
Lumpectomy Surgery & ... after my surgery ... O' Yes, GOD Is Good!


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The Totem      ©

The totem speaks of the tribe’s history, lore, 
deeds of courage
Animals, fish and gods
 carved in reverence,
from a fallen tree hundreds of years old,
living wood, with a face, a fish,
a bear, a bird marching down it’s trunk,
a seemingly random sprinkle of 
obelisks in a circle,
tells of incredible faith true enough
 to move tons of stone

Totems today, statuary in the front garden,
wooden rooster atop the mail box,
the weather vane dressed in 
golden green patina.
Carvings of flowers,
frolicking baby squirrels and 
rabbits  on a sign at the front door,
A mural brushed upon a barn wall,
the flag of a beloved country,
 the lone star of a beloved state,
the wind chimes of dolphins, stars, frogs, and spoons
capturing the breeze, 
singing a song of welcome

Tribes  today paint their vehicles in much the same way
that the People painted their sturdy, brave little horses 
before a battle
Circles of paint about the eyes for truer vision,
hand prints on shoulder and flank to ward off the spear,
ornaments braided  into mane and tail 
to celebrate victory

Bumper stickers, magnetic ribbons,
 all totems to tell members
of other tribes what is believed in, 
what the tribe stands for;
support this, hate that, 
down with this, up with that
proud to be a redneck, 
 a woman,
 a boater, 
a parent,
a fisherman,
 a politician,
 a farmer,
 a dancer, 
a soldier,
an Aggie, 
a sailor, 
an Irishman, 
a lover of guns.

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets


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Ignorance IS The Warden

Space and time are the prison walls                                                                                               And ignorance the warden                                                                                                                 So don't be afraid of the 3D house                                                                                                            There are mansions in the gloaming

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I wanna,
Say it now ,
or never again.
but I don't know how
shall the courage be gain?
   "Remove the pall of the dark,
    and feel the trance from the heart,
    camouflage should break ,
    spreading the seeds of courage,
    shall be gained, will be gained,
    I'm telling you 
    say it now 
    or never 'gain."

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The Power Of Love

Love is one of life's greatest mysteries
It is the driving force
which shapes man's destiny
It is the very foundation 
upon which life itself is built

Love leads 
life follows
Love is a way of life
One cannot detach oneself from Love
to make a decision
for Love is life itself

Throughout the ages
the power of Love 
has gripped the hearts of men
- mighty men who feared nothing
and made them powerless
to resist its spell

Kingdoms rose and fell
Armies laid others waste
and were laid waste by others
Men died in agony at the command
of a Love-infected leader 
Paris and Helen of Troy
in the Trojan war
Samson and Delilah
in the battle with the Philistines
Anthony and Cleopatra
in the Roman Civil War

Love is a potent force 
that sometimes makes fools
of Earth's mighty men of valour
And yet this same Love 
has been an instrument of good
with which nothing can compare

There are many kinds of love -
a man for his God
a man for his woman
a friend for his friend
a person for his kin
a man for his dog
- these and many more

Though the particular cases differ
the effect of Love is the same
- that feeling which inspires and drives men
to achieve things 
they once believed impossible

Many a knight fought great odds
and won for his lady
Many a man leaves his comfortable niche 
in society
and goes out to endure 
the hardship and pain
of the less fortunate
as he gives of himself unselfishly
to improve their state
because of his love for
his God, duty and ideals

History is filled with leaders
who tried to build 
and maintain an empire
with the might of brute force
and failed -
Alexander The Great
Julius Caesar
Napoleon Bonaparte
Adolph Hitler

And yet
a humble carpenter of Nazareth
who shunned brute force
and violence
built an empire on Love
two thousand years ago 
and today it covers
the face of the earth

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Holds the Heart

Our words unsaid
Holds the heart
of our destination to flight
Tears are lost
brings tears of joy
with second chances to be
Time is not on your side
with wrong choices to make
Crying eyes holds the words unsaid
Missing moments
Losing time
So very far away
The bumps and turns
Brings back to the words we know
Take a moment
Find your voice
Sing till your hearts content
The hurt,  your faith
Brings the joy
One more day we said
Taking is easy
Giving back
Holds the destination of flight
So easy to reach from your eyes......

One day pull your heart up
Look into their lives
See the truth of the love
That you would lose
Crying time one more time
Remembering laughs and the songs
Choices you make you cannot go back
Ohhh... the days of moments holds the key
That slip through those lonely hands
Living's not real easy
But hated kills our very souls
All is blur to this simple woman of Faith
Seeing the world as it dies
In sadness as I weep

Blessed little one of love
Sent from God above
Hold them tight with your arms so right
Those sparkling eyes of night
Enslaved by your charms we shall see
That we may be
Holding on so endlessly
Overcoming life's woes
Only holds the heart
With Our Lord.....that helps us fight the fight
A rose for thee

Good Morning my friends

Good morning all... I want to thank you for letting me write my simple poems here on 
Poetry .. I love it here.. thank you for putting up with me.. blessings to you all.

And thank you to someone special for being so kind..


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Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller

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Bruised Apple

I will endure my peer with all of my being I will finish with a smile of encouragement I will look upon him without shame For a bruised apple still contains nutrients And owns a core of growth Let no one leave him rotting He must fall and be picked up Cradled in soft, warm embrace September 4, 2013

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Allow Yourself to be Free

Open up your heart to receive the love that you deserve.
Let your past mistakes make you stronger and wiser.
Forgive yourself and be at peace.
Love yourself and see the best in yourself!
Respect yourself!
Be good to yourself!
Take care of yourself because YOU are important!
Leave your comfort zone behind.
Get out and see new things.
Experience all that life has to offer for you.
Be spontaneous!
Let down your guards!
Do things that bring happiness to you!
Smile and laugh, laugh and smile.
You’re on your way to being free!
LIVE and don’t just exist.
Make everyday count for something.
Create memories that will live after you’re gone.
Love, love unconditionally.
Allow yourself to be vulnerable, because it’s okay.
Communicate your feelings, don’t hold them in.
Be bold and stand up for what you believe.
Don’t settle for less than what you deserve.
Always remember how important you are.
Don’t allow anybody to keep you down.
Stand tall!
Keep your head up!
Never lose confidence in yourself!
We all make mistakes, nobody’s perfect.
Learn, grow, and do better.
Pay attention to life and life will show you many things.
Increase your knowledge and be open to learn.
Never underestimate what you can learn or do.
Give yourself chances and don’t doubt yourself!
To be free is to really live.
Live your life and live it well.
No more regrets!
No more shame!
No more thinking about what you should’ve done!
LIVE! That’s all. LIVE and be free!

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My Enraptured Paradox

Disappearing-into my arms;Capturing-emptiness;Savoring-an almost tasteless memory;A beautiful deafened silence;Poetry in motion;A divine symphony-dissolving.I reminisce of a once upon a time of an ageless present time.She's a relic still resonating and a diverted fate,a glimpse of Eden.I recall-a cosmic phenomenon:I'm suspended in a time that has lost itself.She's the jewel of my heart and more valuable than an Atlantis treasure.I thought to myself,I descend within hypnosis eye's,it's like walking thru' the Milky Way,a constellation of beauty to a somber coast. 
My Firefly in the night,you inhabit me.Thy ghostly soul lingers like wind thru' my dreams.I'm dying to live,to die on thy lips where mystery surrounds,hoping to fall,and crash into thine heart,til I lay-wounded-Neah!-slayed by your love.Alas',this love turns to stone and collapses to dust as our worlds drift apart. 
Don't go,come away.Love can defy the realm of reality:it can reach across great gulfs,even if it has to tread the depths of Hell.Apart from your gravity I am but a dull statue drifting contemptibly across a great void within a dilusioned existence:an inanimate annoyance. 
For here within dungeoness walls, 
I attempt to escape by dream or fantasy, 
Only to find I seek to closer draw, 
Away from these chains into your captivity. 
Reverse,return,breathe into me, 
Maybe I'm walking dead,or perhaps I'm the ghost:
Just a tourist traveling thru' your dreams;
Alas,burdened apart from you the best of me is unknown. 
Maybe love is a mirage befitting for the breeze, 
More a cliche' of a self-deceptive fantasy, 
For death and darkness are an inescapable formality, 
That pick hearts bone dry of hopeful possibility. 
O',what paradise have I met, 
This bestowed upon me?  
Is it not a divine embrace or blissful death?  
For within these supernal borders it conquered this beast.  
Is love only befitting for me to look upon, 
Yet never too hold? 
Is ignorance or lack of faith my wrong? 
Or am I chasing fools gold?

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The blood you were given

Never throw punches at the rain,
don’t doubt the pain of the sane,
nor the deranged.
Never toss change into a fountain,
and hope for a wish that you haven’t 
earned just because you have a 
nickel to spare.
Never dream without company,
lies are most easily revealed with
another set of eyes.
Never rise out of bed,
without thinking of the consequences
of getting out of your own head.
Don’t fret about the chaos,
let it flow past your bones
and sizzle at your feet.
You are alive,
now prove it to the world
before you become a memory.
Make sure that you raged,
that you were boundless.
Become not just a memory;
become a living legacy.
This is your story.
Write it in the blood 
you were given.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Love as long as you Live

live as long as you breath
'cause life is a journey
nobody knows when,
and how it will ends

give as long as you live,
'cause you are not selfish
God wants you to be,
His hand for people to feel

smile as long as you give,
'cause it will be much appreciated
the happy your heart is,
the happier they'll be

be true as long as you smile,
'cause being free is what you are
don't let your soul inside the box
keep your face, up and high

have faith as long as you're true
'cause God lives on you,
even there will be no clue
close your eyes, and you'll feel the proof

love as long as you have faith,
'cause faith without love is fake
feed your heart with love
and that will be the best you'll ever had

love as long as you live . . .

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High Worship

Above the lowly metro din,
we climb through earnest efforts
to slopes of grouse and goats.
Where skies brim pale and pure,
trails narrow, plummet, climb,
and jackknife over the granite jumble
of broken planetary bones.

We glimpse a momentary thaw
in a world frozen in icy fingers.
But we don’t whisper this to the lush grass
springing from damp soil,
pooled in the cool seeps,
between the shades of fir and spruce.

Who trembles on the lonesome
peaks and ridges?
Disoriented, by sparse air and stark beauty.
I long to view the hidden valleys 
of alpine grace, and remote peaks of
unreachable distance,
and ponder a holy, violent birth.

I bow to this risen paradise.

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Roadmap To Happiness

Don’t be like me
Don’t only find your creativity 
When your four leaf clover turns out to be a weed
Don’t take that extra moment to rest 
When you get knocked down
Don’t close your eyes and hope for the best 
You need to see the path that lay before you
Don’t pay too much attention to the small things
They will clutter your mind
Don’t overestimate your ability to handle situations
Money and relationships need to be respected always 
Don’t settle for anything
It will make you despise the person the in the mirror
Don’t shut the world out
Your heart can only find happiness out there in it
Don’t wait for happiness
It is always moving and will not pause for you to catch up
Don’t share your problems with the walls
They cannot empathise nor offer any advice
Don’t let your ghosts haunt you
The will gnaw at your soul 
Don’t be the guy people have to think twice about
Be genuine and good friends will find you
Don’t wonder what could have been 
You didn’t do it for a reason, accept your choices
Don’t be afraid to take someone’s hand
Loneliness is not often followed by success
Don’t underestimate yourself
You may just be more valuable than you think
Don’t put yourself down
Others will do that for you
Don’t believe those people
Prove them wrong at every opportunity
Don’t lose faith in those around you
Life is hard enough without doubts within your social circle
Don’t show indifference to strangers
Your paths may cross one day and it may just be important
Don’t let your anger be your most prevalent attribute
Your life will mirror your actions towards others
Don’t be any less affectionate towards your parents
They loved you because you were special not because they had to 
Don’t copy others
Your style could be the next best thing
Don’t take the road most travelled
The easy way may just the hardest to live with
Don’t let life get you down
Trying and failing is better than just failing
Don’t hide your smile
No jealous eye can steal what comes from inside you
Don’t let your passion fade
Be proud of at least one thing that you do or have done
Be brave, be daring, take risks
Be caring, be gentle, be awesome!
Be the happy, bubbly, amazingly beautiful person you were meant to be
Smile with your soul, Love with everything you have
Let your heart exercise as much as your body and mind
Whatever you choose to be 

Don’t be like me

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Tell Them

Tell Them

To all who have never known, it's time that you've been told. 

Tell the population to change its ways before these lost lives and souls are all in vain. 

Tell the girls to think long and hard before they let a man twice their age break their heart. Tell 

them to think about who they are and what they want to be before they choose to conceive. 

Tell the boys who think they're men to think and think again when fatherhood is calling their name and 

they're hanging their heads in debt and shame. 
Tell them what it's really like to go to school, then work three jobs or more to pay child support, then 

beg a stranger for a ten dollar gas tip to fill up their tank just get home at night and make the trip. 

Tell them that their parents were right when they go to sleep, crying themselves to sleep at night. 

Tell them their friends are traitors in disguise, watching and waiting for opportunities to tell them lies 

and sabotage their lives.  

Tell the preteen girls in every walk of education and life to take control of their lives and souls. Tell 

them it's okay to tell the teenage boys that no means no. 

Tell them that being different is something to be proud of. Tell them that being different will save them 

for their true love. Becoming a Mother at thirty is a whole world better than being one at sixteen. 

Remind them of the wishes they made when they were little girls when they still dwelt in their hopes 

and dreams.  

Tell them to value who they are and listen to their hearts. Their unspoken, sweetest dreams are what

and who they're meant to be. 

Tell the young men and women who don't know what to do that with their lives not to rush into being 

husbands and wives. Tell them to become who they were born to be. Tell them not to lose their passion 

five or six days a week because they were given innate goals, hopes and dreams to fulfill their 


Tell the girls who just discovered they're going to be a mother that they will make it one way or 


Tell them that when the guy they thought loved them was only telling them a lie, that he's not what's 

important anymore. Their little girl or their little boy is going to be their pride and joy. 

One day, they'll have a reason to forget the hopelessness and sorrow they once met. 

Tell the men who came home from war to find an empty house and home that there is so much more. 

Tell them they are our honored heroes. That is something that goes far deeper than anyone truly knows.

Tell the children who were moved from countless foster homes that they are not alone. Tell them there 

is someone who cares. Tell them that there is an end to their nightmares.

Tell the parents who lived their lives through their children that they can no longer run and hide. 

They have seen, heard and ignored when their children have begged and cried. Tell them it is their loss 

for living with their regrets and the lost expectations they never met.

Tell the criminals that live inside a demented state of mind that hell is reserved for the lessons they re-

fused to learn. Tell them insanity is never an excuse for abuse. 

Tell every man who ever hurt a woman and forced her child to watch has their time ticking away on the 

clock. Tell them they can't use violence to get what they want anymore. Karma is kicking down every 

window and every door. 

Tell the women who chose their boyfriends and their drugs over their babies that an apology will never 

be enough. Tell them that nothing is ever worth the price they'll have to pay for who they hurt. 

Tell the orphans that Heaven remembers them and hears their prayers. Tell them that Someone 

truly cares. Tell them that there will be someone to tuck them in at night and greet them each

morning when they wake up to the sunlight. 

Tell the women in abusive relationships that it won't get better. It will only get worse. Tell them to get 


now before they're not the only one who gets hurt. Tell them to get out before he steals more than their 

keys and their purse. 

Tell the countless girls who struggle with their weight to go beyond the hate. Tell them they are 

beautiful and perfect in every way and it doesn't matter what anyone else has to say. 

Tell the widows who feel the most alone that the Universe empathizes and it knows. Tell them they are

loved and they are on their way Home. 

Tell those who have lost it all, but still stand for what they believe in, that they are the reason we still 

have a chance to win. Tell them their bravery is what we stand for. Their courage is our open door.

Tell them. Tell them all we are here with open arms and loving hearts. Tell them this is the perfect place 

 to start. Tell them they can be all they are. Tell them that. Tell them then. Tell them now. Tell 

them time and time again. Tell them loud and clear. Tell them right here. Tell them. Oh yes, please tell 


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America, you are bipolar

America, you are bipolar

Mother of invention and murder

Father of civil rights and lynching

Your children listen to hip hop and death metal

b-boys and skinheads

America you are bipolar

the biggest gay rights champions and the most hateful psycho-bigots

America, what are you?

the greatest artists and heinous murderers

America, when can we find a treatment for you that will finally

stabilize you?

the world is waiting for your treatment regimen, America.

on that glorious day when we can finally call the world


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Garden of Enlightenment

it itches
it burns
it makes me yearn
for things i seem so unsure of
yet sure they are for me
how confusing and revolting that must be?
a lady who just cant make up her mind
on what she wants to be!

Perhaps a dancer, a singer, a animal lover and trainer or even engineer
idk, the path just doesn't seem very clear.
And with all that inspiration floating in the air
its pretty hard to put a finger
on what exactly is my passion
but i know it's around here somewhere

I suppose i could be an artist
an artist of spiritual awakening
an artist of the soul in the making
an artist who holds creativity and inspiration in much regard
an artist who is grateful that she might have just found the spark!

spark of passion
spark of joy and fulfillment
spark that embeds in daily environment
pleasant surprise
presents itself as the garden of enlightenment

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The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.

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So long my urges have been hidden beneath my desire to be just fitting..
a daunting task that has come to be
Wanting to be just perfect in the eyes of many,
I forgot to be the most important type of perfect, -- to be me

I wanted so much to be seen, seen by many
but in all that
I lost the me I was meant to be

So many things I wanted to be
I just couldn't really come to see what I truly felt 
what I truly wanted to be... I couldn't see the natural beautiful dancer, performer within me.

So many things I am good at
but the things that I love, that flow easily through me
are the things of love, poetry, dance and artistry

I am a creative creature of the light
Fluid and free as the water, to which I truly belong
My home, my solitude, my place of being free, of just being me.

So funny how things occur, when you just let your heart be free
So simple the heart is, while the mind seeks to rather be complex
There must be a balance of these, through the center of our being

With this comes a deep appreciation of self
Appreciation of self comes with complete acceptance of one's self
complete acceptance comes with complete love of self
and complete love of self comes with true understanding of self - compassion for the darkness and gratefulness for the light 
All this leads to the being of me.

Destined to be all I my heart dares to dream
I will be abundant in the spirit life and the physical realm
I will manifest the best that is for me
then bring it to the world to show
how the spiritual life leads to a beautiful bountiful life of heaven on earth

The philosopher in me
is quite intelligent you see
so all this knowledge, all this wisdom gained and to gain
will only set me and you free

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Time was in abundance,
In plenty to chew and brew,
Work, sleep or play,
Yet enough to spare.
Dreams, expectations, full of bounty,
No tick to stir the doughty,
Lifespan discarded as wasteful worry,
Hurry, worry, all went to burry,
I the Master, I the Supreme,
Others, the ordinary held little attention,
Times came and crept by,
Learning shirked away at mention.
Who cares? The motto was straight,
Something will happen, why haste?
We will surely learn as we grow
Grew we sure, but not to mature.
Suddenly, the uncared became all important,
Time was short, work too much,
With hunched shoulders I heaved a cry,
Mercy my lord! I the Ordinary.
Help! I shouted, but they laughed,
No solace, calm or sleep,
Fear, unknown induced the maddening,
The end seemed not so far.
Mercy, somehow was restored,
Zero, I learned to ask for,
Time, the ordinary, the industry & thrift,
I yearn to breathe the rest of my life.

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5 Minutes In My Dream

Poem Title: 5 Minutes in my dream

My mind is a combination of many things
5 minutes in my mind you may see and understand many things
My mind beautifully made with no hands 
Many thoughts that make up a lot of my being
Intellectual rich
My heart is lyrical, it’s amazingly beautiful
Empowered with so many biblical things
A life of extraordinary things
5 minutes 300 seconds to see my inner being
An uncommon human being with high self esteem
Who believe in accomplishing dreams
Visualizing so many optimistic things
So special, so brilliant 
Talked about for many reasons
Can draw and write books about many things
5 minutes in my mind you’ll see how great is human 
Sharing artistic pieces of my dream
A vision I seen in many dreams
It was real like I already had what I seen
Passages come overflowing 
Like a bible with a narrator
The word is my generator
Divided into a measure of time
“5 Minutes in my mind”
A trip to a gate of music and painting’s
Crayons and Music displaying my abilities
“5 Minutes in my mind”
A picture of several colors abstract designed
Obscurely hidden from one to understand, but easy to see
5 minutes within my intellect
Is rendering the greatest pictures you’ll ever see
Completely transparent entirely
My mind obstructs every detail about me
“5 Minute’s in my mind is like running through a maze it may take many days to figure out”
Martellis Thurmand

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Life in a Cake

To make a good cake,
one has to use the right
ingredients to make it
tasty, shapely and attractive
to look at

One has to mix the different
ingredients at different stages,
in order to have the right texture

Finally, one has to put the cake
in the oven, and bake
it at the right temperatures
at a specified time interval

Just like making a cake,
we ought to make the right choices,
in order to make our lives pleasant and peaceful

We ought to go one step at a time
in the choices we make,
in order to have a balanced life

To have a successful life,
we ought to have patience,
and right spirit of persistence

A successful life and a well-baked cake
in the end depend on the choices we make
at every stage

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                    "What goes up, must comes down."
             You couldn't escape when the time has come.
                           Plant a good seed today,
                         Then tomorrow reap a price.
                     Spread wisdom to the whole world.
                      Then find out what soon it become.
                     Do what others want to do unto you.
                       Never let any soul suffer from you.
                            Live wiser but don't cheat.
                          Love faithfully, do not betray.
                      Learn to pay the amount you owe.
                        Double the price, never assume.
                    Expect nothing when expecting most.
                        Remember the first time you fall.
                  Look back to the place where you grow.
                        Love your parents 'til they old.
                     Wipe the tears from women's eyes.
                      Take off the mask, never disguise.
                     Take the final moment with a smile.
                 Tomorrow,we may not see the sun shines.
                        Live each day with a kind heart.
                   Remember that God is bursting around.
            Karma is sweet when you harvest in a right time.


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The Unknown

The world, once a seemingly small place, expands and grows with you.
Bigger, more vast, scarier.
How is one to find their place?

Searching for motivation--forward momentum, I crumble.
I sink into the abyss that is my life.
Smaller, more secluded, scarier.

I scream, but no one hears me.
This is what it feels like to be one mere person.
A dot in the universe.


Ah, I rebut.

I refuse to go unnoticed.
I refuse to live a life afraid of chance.
I refuse to not make my mark in the world.

I run, head first, towards the bigger, most vast and scarier.
I welcome myself to the unknown. 
I look fear in the eyes.
I search;

For my place, my purpose, my mark.

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I am tired of being *uc* by people that have lost their guts.
Ain’t in nothing but ducky tubs washing their butts.
Plus, the earth is barren.
The trees are sticks without leaves.
This is because the Lord ain’t sending any sunshine not pleased.
Mankind lost their minds long-ago.
The unknown has contemplated.
Then they wash their clothes in unclean water.
However, their mentality knows nothing of this.

Why do we live in two mediums?

The political picture is our leaders are deceiving us.
We must stand our ground in this Powerhouse.
If we do not, we will suffer from capitalism.
The antidote states that experience is the best teacher.
If we don’t deploy advocacy, this democracy will become rancor.
We are the people.
Therefore, we are what have construct.
Political activism is fostered.
Political asylum is festered.
This is our nation; therefore, let us augment the strength we have.
The closing remark is if we don’t, no one will.
Penned on May 14, 2014!

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These pass years, I have been in a quest..
There are times I want to stop but I guess..
If steps and risks aren't taken, I'll be waste..
Thus, I try and try slowly not in haste..

To become a Saint, one must be chaste..
To become a hero, must death be faced?
To become renown, must fame be chase?
However, to be love, must one be on same race?

Building long lasting & steadfast relationships..
Will require from you more than stewardship..
Even more than a deal of companionship..
And more than just friendship..

It takes the right time...
Sometimes months extending to years..
Or a whole of a lifetime..
Only God knows yet stay on cheer..

By: olive_eloi

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When words fall from your pen
they land like sparkling jewels
onto perfumed chests of pampered ladies.
Fellow Muse, your words carry me away
like a prayer over a grave;
to the heavens I float
through clouds
through stars
to an infinite Hades.
Eagerly I await your next prose,
what vision will you share?
Will I be able to feast upon
your nectar of inspiration
and remain your captive butterfly?

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Life's forecasts

This life is full of surprises,
In one days life multiple can be born,
Several more life's exposed to the elements 
Bow our heads, 
can we morn?
Please forgive for all these sins 
giving back must not be in the forecast yet,
I only see debt filling up my window sills 
So I'm all in, what ever it takes 
Sin over and under it's all in the upcoming of 
a young entrepreneur, as for now
I'll pray and weave my nightly thoughts away in with the rest
Can I rest?
When it's in the forecast as for now I'm back 
To the grinding stone, thinking of ways to get by without
Getting stoned for all the sins 
Playing no games barley with time to think straight.
Make no mistake from here on out I'm flying high, highly appreciative 
For these words our weapons

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Endless Corridor

It seemed like a 
easy task
but now
I am all alone 
in a endless corridor
searching for a light 
to alleviate me from 
the suppressing dark

I notice a gleam in the distance
but whenever I pursue it  
A thin wall separates me
then the shimmer vanished from 
sight and i remain lost trying 
to find my divine path 

I can no longer endure
the pressure of this cycle 
I cant see the end 
If only there was a way
to find my life’s work
without wasting another day 

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When I was young, 
love was breath
and heartbeat--
and fear of Mama,
offset by the comfort
of my lovely Nana.
And my father-- 
where was he?

Then I entered manhood-
fierce and stark, knowing
women before I knew them.
My lust for their bodies
kept my love at bay--
like a cowed dog it
whimpered, only
longing to be petted.

I was not kind but not
cruel, eagerly entering 
their bodies while ignoring,
nay, fearing their
loving souls.

Then one spring day
the hollow man I had 
become cracked open,
and my unknown,
unseen soul spilled
out into that river:
its dark fierce waters
of despair driving it
towards that ocean
of utter blackness.

Something saved me,
returned first my body,
then my mind to the
world, to this world.
The One I had forgotten,
ignored, showed mercy,
showed me my real being,
a soul without beginning,
without ending--truly
made in His image.  

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inspiration from the pain of another

once you get inspired
you realize you got to admire
and you got know and see
what you done to somebody
like once or twice
i remember myself saying these lines
" you aint worthless
your full of life
dont give it up
but live for the time"
i told that to a girl
who was emotional scared
brothers died in a fire
and mom didnt want her no more
true story folks
no made up lines
and the last message made me cry
her brother wanted to see her
and so did the dad
the mom i dont know what happened
just wasnte said
but last she spoke to me
made me realize what i could be
she said all this and then left
deleted me and said good bye
she said these words i will repeat"
Dylan man i love you and thank you deeply
my mom now wants me
she realizes i am something
i am the train now
wifi is going low
i cant this is happening
thanks for making my dream come true
i wish you the best
got to delete you
mom doesnt like stranger on my wall
or in my friends list after all
good bye Dylan for ever
i will never forget you
love you bye"
thats all she wrote
hit my heart like a note
saying keep doing this it is right
you helping the world not only in Gods eyes

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I cut my hair.
I screamed out loud.
I've scarred my wrist.
And in not proud.
But I'm stuck in this dark place,
my eyes pinched tight.
I'm afraid to step out.
Out into the light.
First my grandpa, 
Then the women I love.
My cousin,
My aunt,
They're resting above.
They all died and now another.
he was so close he could've been my brother.
I'm sick of the doctors.
I'm tired of death.
why can't I forget.
I yelled,
I fought.
I cussed,
I cried.
Sometimes I feel like I died inside.
I hate that God took them. 
I wish he let them stay,
But I'm glad they're now out of their pain.
I wear dark clothes.
And my make up is smeared.
But I miss her hair.
His smell.
His beard.
I'm done with funerals. I'm done with my food.
I want to be with them.
But I don't want to lose.
I won't give in to death. I'll fight my wars like them.
I'll bring the light through this darkness and rain.
I'll survive through this pain...

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Silver Tongue

His fingers left blood on the strings 

but, come time to walk away he hadn’t really learned anything.

Course and dried brushes sit atop the rubbish,

His mind held a perfection too delicate for his clumsy hands to create.

He opened his mouth to sing like a jay but, instead of notes it was rust that fell out. Part of the wear and tear of early adulthood.

But then, this same boy picked up a pen and found some paper. The pen in his hand felt as natural his own bones and he began to write.

He wrote every tear

He scribed every star

He built towers from mountains with every line

High enough that the angel’s just might hear them.

He made pages for chapters of his life that could make those seraphim weep sapphire tears.

He could write the wind blowing across the nape of your neck in Autumn

And make you feel the chill on your skin.

He could articulate the sad beauty of a lover’s quarrel that ends in tears

If they cry, it makes it all more real.

He documents the history of a war inside himself that will never end.

The loss and the gain,

But not those of monetary nature.

When life begins to scream around him

All he must do to silence it is to put it in a stanza.

The boy’s tongue can pave the way for good intentions, and we all know those can fall South. He finds strength. And with this Strength a power.

Finally the boy knew his gift. But how is he meant to use it and who will truly listen to the personal strands of his soul he ties together with punctuation?

And now that he has tasted the pleasure of his power, will that be enough?

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He is like sugar in a cake;
spices in gravy; DNA in our bodies;
He is inside air, and outside air;
He never comes nor leaves;
He is not in the heavens, nor deep in the abyss;
He is the past, present, future and eternity;
He is All…..

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This Soul

Physical things
They come and go
This soul of mine
It is worth more than silver or gold
So I'll take my time to grow
And do what I can
Until it 's time to go.
And hopefully,
Someway, somehow
I will make this world a better place to know
Through love,  faith, and dreaming out loud.

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Prophet Owuor

He is a candle in the darkness

He carries the staff of Moses

His words cut to the heart of the people

"Time is up! Prepare for the coming of the Lord!"

His prophecies are spun from the looms of heaven

His feet gather the children of God together

He is the son of the Lion of Judah as he brings healing to the masses

What do you say of this mighty man of Jehovah?

Surely he is likened to the Prophet Elijah as he cries out across the continent of Africa

I say he is the one who will lead the remnant to Jordan

He is truly preparing the way--Prophet David Owuor

Watch as he carries the mantle of Moses

As he helps purify the Bride for her Messiah

Written by Gwendolen Rix

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A Paradise For Me

I found a home
Not of tiled roofs
Or Persian rags
Neither with a pool
Golf course
Nor flowery gardens

I found a home
Not of plasma screens
Wireless networks
Parties and outings
Not of trends and fashions
Neither of social class
As a reason to be
Nor economic status
As a horizon of life

I found a home
Where candles lit my inner life
And not a splash of material wealth
Where birds alarm my sleepy self
And not a bedside clock
Where the cow dungs
Fertilizes my compound
Where a river
Is a source of our water

But it’s a home
That makes me smile
With a piece of cassava
A calabash of porridge
I feel my stomach
With granny and nephews
Siblings and cousins
Uncles and aunties
In a crowded homestead
It’s a paradise for me
I cannot exchange
I found a home

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In Remembrance

I think, perhaps,
In my adoration of you
I have done you disservice,
In effect putting the images of you
In my mind through Photoshop
Until they are airbrushed
And near perfection,
And thinking of you
With the same reverence
People reserve for angels
And their particular deities
Mentioned in whispers, hushed tones,
So as not to disturb your memory.

What crap!  You would be appalled
At it all and probably laugh
At such abject silliness.
Our relationship couldn’t 
Have been more rooted in reality,
Full of laughter, passion, anger,
Understanding, forgiveness and caring.
No, neither of us was perfect.
We were just being human.

You left this life far too early
And, I suppose, because you did,
From time to time I will revere you
But I promise to always do so
With a twinkle in my eye,
Remembering the real you,
Not the fantasy I have created,
For in so doing, my darling,
I honor your memory best. 

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Nighttime Wonders

There is a place,
a magical wonderland
that sits at the end of your mind,
and everybody dead and living
goes there when they are tired.
It is a place that is special
and is diffrent to stand to your approval.
It is a nighttime wonder
only open from eleven to five
and you can only come,
if you truely believe.

It is a place
where the streets are paved gold,
peace runs through every corner and avenue,
no jails, no hospitals
because there is no crime and no sickness.
The skies are always blue,
and the clouds are all white,
the sun is blazing hot
and the woman all give you a wink of an eye
and all blow you kisses,
where the men want to be you,
and where the women want to sleep with you.
It is a nighttime wonder,
a special place,
in the back of your mind.
It is real, not imaginary,
nothing is fake about this place,
this is where dreams come true,
where there are no cancers, headaches, toothaches,
no wars, no enemies, no hangovers,
no schools, no politicians, no lawyers, no greed,
no sin, no temptation, no demons or devils;
everything is beautiful, and everything grand.

A piece of Heaven on Earth.
Everyone is happy,
all with a smile on their face,
not a frown in sight.
Songs are sung with the most beautiful of voices
and the sweetest of songs sung.
This place is a nighttime wonder.

When you tuck yourself under the sheets,
grab your pillow, or girlfriend, or boyfriend
husband or wife, or even your favorite stuffed friend,
we all go to this special nighttime wonderland.
A place of joy, a place of happiness,
a place where you go to forget
and enjoy,
a mini vacation.
Till that alarm clock's annyoing buzz comes on
and pulls you out of that nighttime wonder
and places you back into reality.

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God, don't give me what I want
until my want for you is exclusive.
Then Lord, when you give to me 
I will want for nothing!


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I drift, I dream, I rise, I float
Let me rise, don’t hold me back
Let me see the light, don’t hold me back
The waves are calm, I will see the light 
I will reach out don’t hold me back
The weight is too much

I had enough, your food tasteless 
I want to leap from the heights 
I will make the fall I will break bone
You won’t be there to break the fall
Crush bone, knives out, I will fall
I love the fall, let it crush me

I will find light someday I will find my place someday

 My son wrote this Inspired by the novel " The unbearable lightness of being" 

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Blank Vision

               Blank Vision

They weren’t on the paper when I left.
Lady Slippers - ballet dancing on the dew.
Distant sound of children playing
beneath the watchful eyes of hawks,
the rustling voice of forest conversing
with the wind, the dappled glow of
sunshine protecting doe and fawn,
the arc of rainbow bridge across the pond,
the baritone whisper of the bullfrogs.
When I returned the paper begged.

John G. Lawless

for Scott Thirtyseven
The Hills are Alive with Poetry contest.

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My heart of steel

My heart of steel an alloy
Of hard work and perseverance
Silver-coated with patience

My heart of steel is as non volatile
As a diamond molecule
It is rust free, a stainless steel
nonreactive to destructive criticism

My heart of steel is though resistant
To the magnetism in sugary temptations
It is not moved by the muscle
Of bitterly howling winds…..

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 Common Language

With the softness of your eyes,
you calm me.
And, with boldness
against the howling wind
I welcome you.
Vulnerably. Expectantly.
A few words and in-between memories.
Twigs and branches of the willow tree,
bend and nod. They seem to agree.
Inflamed by faith and sweet fondness, 
I approach, too.
And a common language; unquestionable union ensues
The heavens we touch by our sameness....
....mind the timepiece 
When finally we part -–
A poem
        I pen with ease.

(A love affair of two book worms meant to meet under the shady branches of mother willow. The story was never told until now). 

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Past the Mountains, Home

Travelling with hopes of warmth and comfort at the end of the journey,
but never quite sure of what is yet to come, and of what is around the corner.
Always wondering, weighing the options and inevitable possibilities. 
Understanding that you may never reach home, is the hardest weight to bear.
Morning dew settles over the familiar grass as you take the last few steps.
Home is close, just within reach now. 
No longer an unthinkable dream that seems so far away. 
The trials you've had to face are all worth while to see the same red sun begin to rise. 
The wait is over, the journey up until this moment has come to an end.
Now are you ready for another to begin? 

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From Our Hearts And Souls

Thoughts become things Sweetheart                                                                                          From our hearts and minds they come                                                                                          Moving from the fiber and sinue of our being                                                                                                      From dreams to reality they come                                                                                                   From the still water of emotional peace                                                                                                                                        And from the depths of our souls they come                                                                                  Moving in unseen waves of potenial violence  or the calming strength of love                               Like attracting like as they come                                                                                                      Each thought a seed and a deed                                                                                                    As it comes

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Northern Lights

Who's heart has not be stirred 
when seeing the northern lights
lighting up the sky with beauty
a spectacular whirl of colour

While watching the fantastic show
one is also aware of life's wonder
and of our own unimportance
in the great theme of things

The vision inspired by the aura
is something quite mysterious
the sight of the flashing lights
enables one to grow and be free

Gives one a sense of joy and delight
a belief that all is now possible
friends watch it even if only on line
and take with you the wonder and magic

PS I was inspired by Arthur and his lovely poem

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Spirit Strong

Spirit Strong (Whitney Trio ) Chosen words That can interpret The answer For the guidance To achieve What is expected With peace in the heart and mind Thoughtful deeds Freely impart With blessings Reaching out and Rising above The stepping stone For a brighter tomorrow Spirit strong Finding the way With patience Through it we grow Faithfully Form day to day On wings of prayer and love

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		By Ayesha Karim

God has blessed me with so much.
A mother who is there for me,
A grandmother and a close knit family who love me,
Friends who I’ve shared my sorrows, successes and trials with;
Friends I can call on the phone go to the mall or catch a movie with. A cute guy named Mike who I am dating the first guy that treats me really good that I’ve been on official dates with.
Mike always pays on our dates.
I have been blessed to have my education especially beyond high school because of my Madness(mental illness) since I was fourteen.
I have an Associate’s degree and next May I will graduate from college with my Bachelor’s degree.
I count my blessings as the expression goes “(Count your blessings)”.
I the Poetess Ayesha Karim will become a known Poet and a children’s book author.

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Hurricane LOVE

Moving so swiftly to hatred's shore,

Trees of prejudice uprooted,

By winds of kindness from above,

Cruel structures of bigotry,

Leveled to their floors,

Evil swept away,

By pure waves of goodness,

Aggression disappears,

In this storm's peaceful eye,

Driving out forever,

Depression's clouds of darkness,

Sadness blown from its moorings,

Never again to make one cry,

Tyranny loses its hold,

From one powerful gust,

Humankind's greed washed out to sea,

By the tides known as sharing,


As she passes through,

Love replaces fear with breezes of trust,

Leaving gently in her wake,

A land of true compassion and caring.

© Copyright 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved


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Into the Stream of Your Words

I wade into the stream of your words
Gently…letting the flow wash over me
Feeling its coolness make me tingle
My soul is coming to life
Experiencing every ripple
Wash against my body
Feeling the undercurrent tug at me
Inviting me in deeper

I follow
And then
With complete abandon
I submerge into your world
The words flow over me
Under me
Play through my hair
Touch every part of me...
Carrying me
Caressing me
I glide through
Heart eyes open
Seeing a new world of beauty
I’d never known
My lungs about to explode
My naked soul drenched
I break the surface
And suck in the air
Of reality
That will clear my head
From this fantasy
This dream 
Of the essence of you

I start to wade out of the stream
My hands gliding over
Breaking the surface
Of the water of you

I am out now…
Looking at the sparkling stream
Reliving the dream
The word droplets
To my arms
My legs
My breasts
My shoulders
I throw my wet hair back
And look at the rainbow prisms
On my body
Reminders of the beauty of your world

I’m about to leave
When I hear the rippling of the stream
Calling me
Whispering my name
Inviting me in
For one more swim
One more taste of freedom
Weightless wonder
Ecstasy of belonging
Promising to carry me
To submerge me in momentary eternity

This time….
I don’t hesitate
I run and dive in
Splashing into you
Body and soul
My heart too
All of me
I dive into the stream
Immersing myself
In the cool freshness
The utter beauty
Of your words…..

Eileen Manassian Ghali

PS……I wrote this while listening to an amazing piece of music entitled, “Beethoven’s Five Secrets” by One Republic on Youtube. My friend, Annie, shared the link on my Facebook today…Remember Annie? I wrote a poem about her (you can find it on my page) because she brings me so much joy by posting flowers to my FB wall…..purple pieces of heaven that lighten my spirit. Today…I’d posted that I’m out of inspiration….and here she posts this link: to make my fly….Beethoven, my favorite composer…how does she know? This group has done a variation of his work. I’m so filled with wonder…..I had to share! There is a message at the beginning of the video: “Don’t only practice your art. But force your way into its secrets. For it and knowledge. Raise men to the divine.” That inspired me to dive into words…hence, this poem.

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Love is there

Love is there 

When you are happy 
To feel your heart’s space
beautifully decorated
love is there smiling proudly
will her works that evokes
body and soul

when drops of tears
wetting the window of your heart
love is there
submerged in
wallow grief 
still waiting faithfully
with cares

when clouds come rolling
Hurricane struck the reef kink
tide drown hopes
love is there
remained with the softness
as a savior angel

no need your searching
in the form of words, verses or sounds
love is there
present in the vibrations
in your deepest soul
tore your heart
offering the crown 

The love is there
living for himself
share everything
but don’t expect any provision

even if it’s asleep
like calm waves
always ready to flare up in a surge 
divide the ocean heart

though it died
laments not need it
let your heart wings
paved the way for him
dont die with it
love is there
wanted his own way
in victory
in the rigidity

recalls what love wants you
just carving trail hugs
chase it’s shadow
because the love still
with you
acknowledge its existence
the love is there

~ (c) Sukmawati Komala ~
22 April 2013

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Excitement - Full Version

My head feels dull.
Not even “comfortably numb”.
No mood for rhyme
Yet must cast my soul
Back through time.

No more rhyme.
Just cast my mind back.
Seek that spark.
Call out my Muse.
Be inspired.

Excitement shines
Like a billion suns.
The merest touch
My every nerve.

Magical mysteries
Unveil themselves.
Brilliant, fluttering butterflies
Flash and flicker
Those rainbow colours and more.

Deep inspiration.
Adrenaline rush.
Electrical discharge.
Cascading sweat.

Thunder-drummed tornadoes.
Lightning storms.
Rose tinged dawns,
And silver-ghosted Moons.

Inspirational volcanoes
Of Muse-blown delight.
That’s how it was,
To be in Love.

Paul Butters

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The Time Tree

Time set out journey 
All alone by The Noble gesture. 
Stars followed time 
As obedient shadows since then. 
Winds took directions 
Within granted walls of nature. 
Void in perennial gloom 
Suffered left overs of milky ways. 
Atom boasted loud 
Keeping element's trait in whole. 
Sun Stood Solid 
With his energy treasures full. 
Seas Smile with crystalline waves 
Concealing cool richness beneath. 
Rivers flow blessing 
Lands and creating cultures. 
Brooks giggle and sing 
Persistently Of man and nature. 
Planets all are blessed, 
Each with a nature specific. 
Earth got her mates in turn, 
Man, Lilies, Lotus, Dragon flies, 
Bees, Honey, Ants and Beetles, 
Rainbows and Butterflies, 
Who compose a melody euphonious, 
Accompanied by rain and winds, 
For generations who would visit 
The most enduring Time-Tree!

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Changing Sky

The sparkling rays of sun becomes faint,

A cold breeze of air envelopes me

when the vast blue sky evanescence,

And the dark clouds slowly emerge,

Then clouds begins to weep...

category: nature

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May Your Day Be Enough

I want to wish you all a day that is enough.
 That you have enough sunshine to light your path.
 Enough warmth to warm your heart.
 Enough kindness to make you smile.
 Enough hope to keep you moving forward.
 Enough peace to satisfy your mind.
 Enough food to fill your belly.
 Enough fellowship to provide acceptance.
 Enough challenges to make you strong.
 Enough dreams to give you goals.
 Enough responsibility to give yourself to. 
Enough courage to have faith in yourself.
 Enough spirituality to give you purpose.
 Enough gratitude to make you humble.
In all you do, in all you say, in all you are... may it always be enough.

Darlene Doll Smith

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small moments

small moments of pure beauty
the little things that really make you open your eyes
to everything
to the world
small things like laying under the stars
or that feeling you get 
when you are kissed
little moments of perfection
make this life a little easier to deal with
the moments that make you forget everything
and make you get caught up
the smiles, the joy, the happiness,
and the memories waiting to be made
those are the moments i live for
those are the moments that are truly perfect
small things...
dancing to your favorite song
or singing at the top of your lungs
its those small moments in life
that really make you see the bigger picture...

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We all wear a mask
No matter how we shape or mold it
It stays the same way even with a slight change
For the mask is a part of us
Just as we are part of the mask

When we hide a hidden side
Deep within our hearts
It becomes a shadow
Something we try to deny
Something to forget

But it always comes back to haunt us
Trying to engulf us in its darkness
To show others what their really like
As they keep denying it gets stronger
Shifting and molding into something terrifying

The shadow becomes a beast
A monster of our dark side
Because we've denied it
For thinking it isn't a part of us
But it is a part of us
Like we are a part of it

The only way to combat it
Is to accept it as it is
For that shadow is you
You are the shadow
Your persona that is in your heart

Don't be afraid
Just face it
Show no fear
Accept it

The shadow is you
You are the shadow
You wear the mask
Wearing the mark
On your heart

Once you accept it
It becomes a great ally
A powerful persona
Right by your side
Always there to help you
When things get tough

Most important of all
Never forget the friends
That help you through
The hard times you face
For they will help you

They are the light in your darkness
A shining glow at the end of the tunnel
A hand extended out to grab you
If you are to fall 
They will be there for you

We must learn to accept ourselves
For who we are
Hiding our other selves
Will just make problems grow

Just be yourself
Be proud of who you are
As you wear the mask
Keeping your head up
With full confidence

Your persona is a special one
Never forget that
It is your ally
Your friend
Your other half

Your shadow
Most of all
Your mask
Its your persona
Be proud of it
As it is proud of you
To accept it as it is

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Bete noire, It, Not

My sense of humors mannered an approach,
That anyone that so likes can call a friend.
It isn’t a dream killer or a snatcher but helps push.
It isn’t a dream stealer or a watcher but makes meaning friends.

It’s a dream maker and not a breaker.
It’s an inspire and not a bore.
It’s a pixel that encompasses and projects.
It nurtures dreamers, pets and makes them erect.

Look through the mirror, you look, it’s it you’ll see.
It’s your spare, yes, that which you just saw.
It’s a soul that stays with you every now and then.
Wherever you go, whatever you do, whenever you like,
Whatever you like or dislike, whatever you eat and drink,
No wheres, it’s yet your wears for every night and day.
Bete noire, 'tis not.


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Tree Houses and Trigger Fingers

I wish I could take this noose from my tongue.
It doesn’t seem to work against the honesty of silver anyway. 
I wish I could hang it over the neck of my thoughts and pull it tighter every time they try to choke me with guilt or pessimism.

Well versed in the words it takes to build things up. My lips and sounds paint pictures and build grand cities where the price would be too high but, people would still pay to live there.

Better versed am I in the words that call for demolition. I need not even speak them before, I set all the beauty ablaze and cast those cities to rubble. All the people paying too much can flee or stay but, as the founder and captain I am charged with going down with my ship.

If I could just speak a balance.
Articulate a safe place. 
A perfectly leveled tree house with room for one or two.

Lately though, my words and thoughts shake and stutter. 
Trip over themselves like my hands reaching for a pen or a pill bottle.
At least that bottle is half way full, I guess.

In love with the thought of the very idea.
I see now, with no lenses, softening my harsh reality.
I must once more, try to focus on myself. 
Love myself and prove it. 
Reach for the things I need with conviction and not the unsure hands of a child, I've been sporting so well.

I can find a meadow.
No path required.
I will not rest there, I promise but, I may take in the scenery along the way. 
I need no hand to hold my own in respective appreciation.
I can see the wonder painted even brighter when it burns with a pang of solidarity.

I will work my words,
My tired feet,
My heavy lungs,
My heart with dented armor.
I will train my hands steady.

And this time when I put something in my sights, I won’t have to hesitate before I pull the trigger, painting the walls and ground with my red victory. 

A flower may yet hold promise,
Even in the wrong climate but first, the seed must be planted. Will it bloom?
We are getting ahead of ourselves.

Clear the board and start again.

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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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But A Whisper Pt 1

                                              But a Whisper From the Childs perspective
                                                              Part 1 of 2
In my minds’ eye this life that I see is my very own upon your knee.
While I was in heaven in the heart of God waiting to be born,
I was full of excitement anticipating I wanted a Mother to adore.

I wanted a Mother to hold me tight, safe within her arms.
Raise me good give me love and keep me safe from harm.

I wanted a mother, who’ll bounce me on her knee, 
And give me sweet candy and kisses.
And when I’m away, on her mind I’ll stay, for it’s me she always misses.

A Mother to shape and mold me to be all I can be.
So when I’m older and out in the world I can make her proud of me.

A Mother to teach me of kool-aid and Jesus, baseball and football too.
A Mother that I can look at and say, I wanna be just like you.

I’ve had lots of time to think about what I want to be.
But I have the strangest feeling the worlds not ready for me.

So I must go back to the heart of God and stay for a little while,
But that’s ok for I have seen my dear sweet Mommas smile.

In my minds I you kissed me but a moment, A lifetime in a flash.
Although I knew you but a whisper, forever your memory will last.


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Invisible Shield

The Ashanti, of Ghana, say that "rain beats down
upon a leopard skin, but it doesn't remove the spots".

Methinks that right they are, if we imagine rain
as everyday challenges, risks and dangers,
and leopard skin as our inborn faith.

As long as we look upon God as our "shield",
we will always be "dry", as we walk in this path
that we call life; a journey with no end......

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Let's blow this town

I crave the gentle stoke of her grasp.

We could set fires in this city,

light the way,

past the hushed concrete 

tremble of these placid 

castles built to house

hearts paid to break.

This place can’t hold us.

"Let’s blow this town." 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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On the Path of Tears

On the path of tears I look back to learn from past mistakes and sorrows. One foot steps forward then two slip back. My inspiration comes in the faces of family, in the memories from within. The earth's layers crack beneath me. The sky in color moves above me steering my spirit as it rises and falls with my breath. On the long journey, God whispers in a song on the breeze. I search hills and valleys for enlightenment. I look back to learn from past burdens and struggles on the path of tears. Loved ones are remembered as new friends come take my hand. The aged weaken and die with a kiss and new life is nurtured. My inspiration comes in the beauty of creation, the earth and sky and the miracle of life - all in motion around me. In the clearings, my final destination comes into view, surrounded by light, a place to call home, divine inspiration. At the end of the path, I look back to learn, I have no regrets. Love is the true inspiration. God wipes my tears. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 5, 2012 for Inspiration Contest (Diane Christian)

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How I Paint

I use words to create images and stir feelings,
like the artist uses brushes and acryllics on canvas.
Like the artist's model, all I know and remember of you inspires,
and remains in my consciousness, to bring forth the words such as these.
You are in my life like the music at the edge of silence.
Even in silence, the connection between us was shimmering and palpable,
and seemed never ending like the heavens above.
We we able to love one another with the intensity we did,
because we were able to be seperate,
while we were at the same time one.

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Neece and Humbug

It was Valentine when I lost someone dear. This poem is that reminiscence. _____________________________________________________________________| You and I were close. Of course, we were. You my big sister and I am Humbug. Your nickname is Neece - Rosie in school. I remember how you looked when I was only nine. You were a beautiful girl full of life. Us both liked the wrestling and watch this a lot. I became disinterest in the sport. You watched because you said you really enjoyed seeing a man as a punching bag instead of a woman. We would go out uptown and party. We laughed together in our mutual environment. We dance when we wanted to dance. I truly miss you Neece. We are six years apart. Made a difference when I was a girl but now it does not because both of us are adults. You left me on Valentine in 2009. Five years later, I write these lines. I am bereaved; however, I now rejoice in your life. My beloved sister Neece, Rosie such a beautiful name, I see you are in tranquility through an hourglass. Farewell _______________________________________/ User Name: Verlena S. Walker Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Contest Name: Take Two Date of Entry: March 31, 2014 ~This poem was entered Poet Destroyer A Contest Name Any Poem Goes #14 and I do not, for the real of me, know why it did not place in the top three and from there, not at all. Therefore, I am submitting it in your contest Nette - Take Two.

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Most beautiful muse

you are my most beautiful muse
from the Pleistocene to a kiwi
from a storm to the heaven
from the blue age to a gnosis
from a hearing to the naked eyes
I love your pink poetry
caressed by the absolute

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Enchantress Commander

The creature of beauty;
a curvature silhouette
with a sweet scent and tenderness
that can wittingly
lure and sedate the beast.
This Enchantress,
once sanctioned as weaker,
merely the bearer of offspring
has evolved
from a sex goddess 
into a commander,
able to rule
an army of warriors
by way of power,
remain true 
to her instinctive nature
as sensual,
the nurturer
a creature of beauty;
the woman.

by Ana Espinola Collins

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How It All Begins

Don’t know how it started, or how it ends
I’m older now then I will be then; when
I was scribing with quill, candle and scroll
A mind of dubiety, road full of holes
A wanderlust dream, of apples true taste
A destined arrival, from earth to space
Learning my place around the bend
My limbs sinking in the chair akin
To the rustic oak desk, branded by toil
My hands numbing, gears lacking oil
Watching raindrops kiss the window
A top hatted, hunched mans figure descends
He says with a grin, I’ll show you how
To properly command your pen
I pinch myself over and over again
Thinking I’ll wake next moments blink
I said sir, let me sip that ink you drink
Dine from the flowery plate you ascend
With glib he said, the drink is to think
Outside of a realm we transcend
The ink is verve that the heart kindly lends
To our inspired souls speaking 
To minds boundless pen
I blink and he vanished
A note left to me holds words I brandish
“Calm eagles yield more then the busiest wren.”

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It'll Be Better Tomorrow

Open my eyes,
drag myself out of bed,
look outside, and see that...
 once again I have beat the sun up.

I sit alone in the darkness,
uselessly hoping that light will reach me where I sit.
I know that if I don’t try
clarity will never arrive,
and I will be forced to live 
in an illusion of darkness for the rest of my days.
Never seeing what true light can provide.

One foot hits the floor
another joins,
A groan escapes 
quickly replaced by a smile.
Finally I stand,
ready to face another day.

If today day is bad,
then I didn't reach far enough 
and just have to try again tomorrow.

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Who Will Be Left

We all have to decide if having someone in our lives is a net positive.
It's imperative for success to defeat any past thoughts of "regrets", or "what ifs."
They are toxic and depressing stealing needed energy,
 we can use to focus on positive aspects in our lives.
Instead of of discarding people who don't meet preconcieved expectations,
explore ways we benefit each other.
Can't we learn to see using a different light,
the strengths in each other?
If we don't try to make things work,
instead of just seeing why they don't,
who will be left?

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riding the waves and forgetting

riding the waves and forgetting
erasing the thought of time from my mind
becoming one with nothingness and it delight
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
being taught that i am not the only one
becoming even more schooled of the many facets of relaxation
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
looking forward to forward looking
becoming content with the clear definition of Me
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
finding the true meaning of blissful serenity
uncovering the secret to the marine vibrations of divinity
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
clearing my head of any dark, dreary thoughts
removing the blanket that i allowed to blockade my every view for way too long
God is here....wading in the water with me....

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THE QUILL SWILLERS CLUB connections and perceptions started in July 2008 a typical day of apathy where the temptation was to hibernate relaxing with local newspaper browsing lazily at leisure an advert caught my eye with a treasure my long awaited calling for all writers & poets amateurs would be fine as this had always been a passion of mine circled the advert with a red pen-- promising myself to make the call lack of confidence creeping back—my downfall the thought played out in my mind all night meeting sounded focal and right dialing the number wondering if I qualified expectant voice answered enthusiastic to clarify encouragement and perception I had finally found a writing connection our first monthly meeting felt quite daunting more like required performing no topic was set, we could choose our own merely a minor ‘synopsis’ would be helpful to connect and set the tone breaking tensions of stereopsis a day marking the start of reasons to write with purpose constructive criticism helping our first tentative efforts spanning past four years romance novels, short stories dealing with poems personal introspective topics pent up emotions and tears I have always maintained to be creative and hazy one has to be sufficiently crazy with every written piece our quills have penned we have started that trend lunch meetings progressed to swilling and fun our inhibitions far flung so to all of us writers who get lost in our words once our writing has begun we need to remind ourselves each effort is never lost but viewed as having won narrations…creations that course through our brain a written legacy will remain Copyright© August 2013—Kim van Breda

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A Photograph

There is something about photos...
They freeze a moment’s time forever.
You see decades as though it were yesterday.
Images of good memories shine in our hearts,
like fresh roses in spring.
Photographs capture emotions in an instant,
disclosing envious eyes, secret admirers,
and lasting friends.
A photo is a single jigsaw puzzle that unravels
many secrets.

By: Teddy Kimathi

Choice of Motif: Philosophical

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im gone

Don’t know where I’m going but I’m not where I should be
I’m aware they judge me
Life isn’t as beautiful as they make out so I’m prepared for ugly
If I knew how to be scared I would be

But I had to grow myself
I’d tell the world to suck my, whoa that’s a bit below the belt
I’m not used to things going well
Won’t even ask people I know for help

If I don’t need you won’t be around
Not being mean I’m just putting my feet down
Doing it for myself, to make me proud
Tell Pixie Lott if her and her boyfriend break up I’ll be her rebound

At the age of 15 I was forced to see a therapist
I fancied her and I’m sure she was aware of it
Wearing low cut tops, and jeans with tares and rips
I stopped going and even thought my anger had me ready to explode like a terrorist

I could stay calm with no anger management
I’m comfortable I’m not [panicking
You want to know what’s really damaging.
Is young kids looking up to Kim Kardashian and Helen Flanagan

You should be worried if being like them is your daughter’s target
How can anyone want to be famous for being talentless?
Or maybe that’s what the real challenge is
And I’m just a depressed tortured artist

But if I could go back or make a swap deal
There’s nothing I’d hope to change or not feel
I like how being lost feels
Wow my insanity just got real

But I wouldn’t change for 10 million pounds worth of change
I’d go through the hurt and pain
I’ve had to endure
Have bullies curse my name and make me insecure

I’d date the same girls
Have the same flirts and flings
Wouldn’t change a thing
I’d live in the same world

Wouldn’t take back a single word I’ve said
I’d have the same thoughts
Sleep in the same self-made bed
Walk the same walk

I’d live the same painful life
Go back to where I came from
I’ve said all I need to say
I’m gone 

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I measure and cut, cut and measure
Before nailing I polish and then I fit
In this way for long I hone my skill

Before my birth I did not know
In a family of carpenter I am going to born
This is surely what you may call my fate or luck

I am not at all ashamed of being son of a carpenter
Nor I hesitate to tell you unequivocally
Luck always prevails over skill in a duel fight.

In a low esteem I may born still I am a man
And enjoy every right to call myself a reasonable artist
But in a duel fight might always prevails over my right.

Yet I never abandon or retreat in fear
In the battle field I confront with all my might
But Alas! In a duel fight over might luck always prevails.

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Its Simple They Tell Me

It's Simple they tell me: 

but when I saw you  I was in turmoil inside.
you moved across the ballroom as if it were yours.
the emerald of your dress, the fire of hair
made a desolation in me.

Its Simple they tell me:

Women, they say, just women.
But when I saw you I near cried out. ..... and then we talked,
talked so many things that made me ache and made me sharply draw my breath
and in this all a turn of head, was a glory unexpected.

Its Simple they tell me.

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Silent and still, our wasted strength
waited for the dawn
to pry open day’s magnificent creation.
We waited for morning’s breath
to kiss the daylight into us
and take the star-light from our eyes.
You were a contagious infliction
for which there was no cure.
We were two lovers laying in the wilderness,
comprising the night.

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Charmed Life

Living charmed life
Purified by adventurous passion
As I continue to rediscover,
My captivating feelings
That invigorates my listening zones,
To feel the breeze from my heart-
-Linking me to my soul-
-To open up my mind,
And make me see again and again
How happily birds fly in open space
Hear songs of obsession
And feel gentle touch
Floating through air,
And not to wander
Like stranger in a new planet
In the beginning of new season
So I rose up to dance with the wind
Beat up the drums for the stars to hear,
And dance with me throughout the silent night, 
For tomorrow might just be another day

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The room was on fire      Like the howling wind      She engulfed me     Blazing green eyes  Burnt through my soul     Melting in her arms     Lost all my reason      To be       One hour One night      One minute      She was gone      Once again     Breaking through the ice     Looking for my reason      To be

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how many times have i told you

how many times have i told you

You are worthless?

How many times have I pounded your head into the ground?

How many times have I thrown you into the psych ward?

How many times have I looked at you with scorn and derision?

How many times have I rejected you?

How many times have I tortured you?

How many times have I told you in so many ways to die?

You stubborn bastard

You won't leave

You have to get that damn truth out of you

Can't you see this world doesn't want you

Can't you see this world doesn't love you

Can't you see this world isn't ready for you

You stubborn son of a b*t*h

And you keep going

So what the hell do you want?

You have my attention.

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Last Chance

3 strikes…you’re out!
I’ve given you way too many chances…
Do you expect more?
You left me empty-handed… your insufficiency advances…
3 strikes…you’ve ran out of chances
But I’m kind enough to buy you some more
Or maybe I have some in store

You’ve pushed it to the limits
When you throw your tantrums… your foolish fits 
I’m tellin’ you to lay off of me…
You treated me like dirt and grime
You have only one last chance…
Will you stop acting irrationally? 
Don’t screw it up this time…

3 strikes…GET out of my sight
Get out of my life – there’s the front door 
You’re killin’ me with your insanity 
3 strikes… don’t pout! 
Could you JUST leave me alone tonight?
I’ve given you a bunch of options,
But you were heedless of my vanity…
You’ve tortured me with your profanity 
You’ve punctured me with your
 lies and your brutality 
You’ve defeated me with your 
nightmarish reality 
Why do you hunger for my agony? 

3 strikes…there’s no way out
Of your devious trap…
You’re blaming me for your downfalls 
3 strikes…good riddance…get out!
You’ve never answered my calls,
So just desert me…
Let me escort you to the front door
Leave me alone…I don’t love you anymore

You’ve really tried my patience
I’m tellin’ you to leave me be…
You still don’t listen to me – I want you to flee
I want you to be set free
Get out of heart…
Get out of my house…
Get out of my head…
Get out of my life! 
You’re the magnet of strife
You’ve invited corruption in my life 
It strangles me like a thick rope around my neck
It stabbed me like a butchering knife… 
You’re so heartless and pathetic…you’re a wreck
I’m tellin’ you to bother someone else, you lunatic

You have lost your only chance, 
You repulsive prick 

3 strikes…you’ve got no luck 
I’ve given you escape routes and you weren’t grateful – 
You don’t even say, “Thank you” for all of the things I do for you
3 strikes…
Are you still a ruthless soul? 
You’re hanging by a thread – and you haven’t got a clue

Go ahead!
Leave my presence, 
YOU nuisance! 

You're trying my patience...
I would leave if I were you...
I loathe your ignorance...

But, you just stand there like a fool!
You're taking advantage of me...
Throwing me out in the dumpster like a futile tool
--(Screw)-- you... Please leave me... 
You have added to my anxiety

You have done enough 
damage as it is...

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Incarnate Muse

I write of art that stupefies,
I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...
one that weaves a thread of elegance,
who does not make of smoldering solitude
a shill for anyone who passes by.
Dare I presume to extirpate the dross
that my own vision fines?
Yet while with every pungent spadeful, I would violate the earth
and lay it quivering upon its virgin breast?

Show me that tentative, exploring light
that your own grace imparts,
that gift you have of offering faint pictures
of the gods you see...
of leaving finger trails upon my body,
indelible, effable.
With your spirit, write the words
upon a spirit slate that time will not corrupt,
for with you who are my mirrored flesh and breath
united, I may now descry,
my mother, daughter, illuminator
of Almighty God.

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new every mourning;
outpouring every morning,
mercy for the forsaken,
blessings for the poor and weak,
reasons enough to fight for the righteous.
miracles of winning souls,
divine temperment and justifications.
a way for HIS works to happen,
force that brings us to live for HIM.
power through humility,
goodness without asking anything in return.
true faith that inspires;
worthy of a christian life,
discernment every moral decision,
strength that gives firm foundation.
given no matter who you are.

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The only thing that makes the emptiness so bearable is knowing that we're not alone
And somewhere in the universe is another lonely searching soul
Considering the stars seem close and yet they are so far
From where I stand on shaky ground as I wonder where you are
In light years of super clusters neon heavens are displayed 
Lost inside rendition I find my heart no longer in dismay
So infinite in numbers and compliment each other with utter grace 
And here I am on a spec of dust in search of love without a face
But somewhere beyond horizons twilight gifts encourage us 
In those times we search for hope our souls are always looking up
Subsequently to my collection I realize they have placed the answers here
Illuminating enlightened paths to outshine our simple fears
Again I compared us to the stars above where our numbers cannot reflect 
So possibly the world isn't full of strangers just some friends we haven't met
Then with will and perseverance my hearts imagination began to bloom
The universe acquiesced in silence revealing a love I never knew
~ JJF~

To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders
~Lao Tzu~

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Right next to me

I was holding the wheel,
hoping that your eyes 
were on the map.
That you knew the 
direction, we were 
supposed to take.
That we would end 
up in the right place.
But your sight gave,
you put the map down,
and we ended up lost.
It was okay, though. 
The only destination 
I ever really needed
was in the passenger
seat, right next to me. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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The Pastor's wife

She holds his hand
In support she takes his stand
She holds his fears
Inside her tears
When she cries for her man
Who inhabits a spiritual land.

She winces at his pain
When flesh and blood fail him
Again and again
And the critical arctic blasts
That bring a coldness in his soul
Try to freeze his bones until they cannot move.

The headlights flow into each other
Heading home after locking the late night door
He stares down the headlights
Then looks into the future
Across the centre, she holds his tired hand again
Knowing the highway will never end.

The curtains light up again 
She puts a brew at the side of his bed
He turns the page and refreshes his spirit
And drinks in some heavenly wisdom
Spirit to spirit, Man to man, Deep unto deep
Here he goes again, so here she goes again too.

Refreshed, refocused, reassured
Their bones thaw
Their spirits are full
They embrace their source
But she'll keep an eye
On the one whom she shares with the world and heaven.

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Many times we
set our priorities
but fail because of
not waiting for
Nature to take its

We look at the stars
for answers
which can only be
answered by
our present actions
and different reactions
through time

We look for quick
solutions to problems
with our own understanding,
yet it is a slow-boat-to-China
paced meditation
that gives us a vision
of what to do
correctly and effortlessly

……….And by meditation,
we realize that everything
in the Universe is
connected by the web
of Patience

To blossom to a rose,
a bud will have to
wait for days

To soar in the skies
once again,
an eagle will have to
persevere the pain of
plucking out its old
feathers in the glaring Sun,
and also break its old
beak against the still,
silent rocks,
then later wait for
its rebirth as the King
of the skies
with new wings and
a new, powerful beak

To become a beautiful,
radiant butterfly,
a caterpillar will have 
to turn into a pupa

If we want to
enjoy a clear, night
sky of constellations
and a happy moon,
we’ll have to wait
for daytime to end

To become better people,
we’ll have to pass
through the seas
of mediocrity and challenges
in order to understand
our selves more,
and fulfill our role as spiritual beings

I know it is hard to wait,
but the fruits of Patience
are worth it

NB: The poem is featured in my book, "Painting of Life in Poetry"

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The blush of breath against creation;
wind born from the mouth of perception
sending life into the veins of what has been struck.
Beauty in the shade of compassion,
thriving in a glade of torment.
Reckoning splattered upon a blank
canvas whispering “I need purpose”. 
Deception bathed in guilt,
letting forgiveness blot the stains 
of regret from the very same easel.
Art is condemnation and exaltation
in chaotic synchronicity.
Harnessed disarray,
profound confusion.
Oxymoronic clarity.
Bloody peace,
screaming silence.
Conceptual destruction,
and subtle suggestion.
Art studied you,
before you pondered before it.
Felt the gush,
while you blinked..
Craved while you fed
 and suffered for your stare.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Glow From Within

I thought I lost 
What made me unique
Torn from my heart,
Locked away in a box
With no key to open the lock.

Lost within my thoughts,
A well with a drought
Mine felt half empty
It nearly ran out.

The nostalgia of my youth
The clue to learning the truth,
Reflecting in a mirror
To see things clearer.

Just need to take a step back
To reflect on my past
Recollect what I knew
Remember the things I've loved
That made who I am.

Then it came to me
Like a spark of a flame
That grew into a fire
Started to rise within me.

A special glow of the heart
Deep within the soul
Luminous light from within
Shining bright like the sun.

Glowing brighter than before
Helping me to unlock the door
What was once lost long ago
Is now found once again
Stronger than before.

Fears blowing away in the wind
Worries wash down the river
No more holding back 
Going to take the leap.

No need to hide myself
Time to test my limits
To learn what I can do
I won't know until I try.

Trust the glow within
To lead me down the path
Dreams waiting to take flight
Ready to make the jump.

Free to be myself
No more hiding
Let the glow shine
For the world to see.

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My Little Boy Lost

My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as I looked for my boy, 
Even passed our play spot, but in my sight, not even a toy.
After everywhere I thought that I could go, 
There was one place, but it can't be right, this is all I know.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, can't find you,
Why can't I feel you near?

This evening begins as I lay to rest my head, 
There are some things I'm unsure of, 
Like making your tiny bed.
Oh God, whats happening, haven't I counted your toes?
What about cradling your head or kissing your little nose?
What are these things I am unsure of, have I even done? 
Where are you, where are you my precious son?

Mommy lays here, in tears, her face on something cold.
Where are you my son, it's you I need to hold.
I've searched all day, it's turning into night,
I'm tired, I'm lost, but I still won't give up this fight.
My eyes start to close, slumber is far too near 
If I fall asleep, I may miss seeing you my dear.

Next thing I know, as I wake to the sun.
Wondering what it is, what has been done?
As I sit, my eyes focus, I start to look around.
Then, for some reason, they are drawn to the ground.
As I look, I see what has become,
This can't be, what's happening, where am I my son?

That cold my face last night laid upon, 
Was a marker, with your name, 
Of your body my little one.
Those things I wasn't sure if I'd ever done, 
Were but the memories, I'd hoped to make with you my son.

You were here, I know you were here 
My beautiful, precious son.
You were in mommies arms, such a little one.
As though it were as simple as reading a book,
I start to realize
These tangled webs have become unhooked.

That tug, that pull that led your mommy here, 
It was your spirit, it was your soul, 
It was your heart my little dear.

Here you were, here you were, 
Right with me, so very near.
My little boy, my son, 
Mommies little one was here.
You see? You led me where I needed to go.
For it was well past the time,
To accept this I know.

I feel a tug, I feel a pull.
I feel like I need to hurry, 
Like I have to go.
There is someone I remember,
I need to get to I know.
He's a small one, a little boy. 
He's your brother, my son, 
He's pulling, he's tugging, 
Needing mommy my little one.
I have to leave, I have to go, 
To find my baby, my son.

Oh Thank You my boy,
For bringing me here.
For letting my mind begin to see clear.
You showed me the way, 
I now see the light.
I am so close, so near in this dark night.

So here you are, here you are, 
With mommy, my baby is so very near.
You are in my heart, my mind, 
And this little brother of yours, my dear.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost, 
it's you I have found.
You were there with me,
as I slept on that ground.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can see you, mommy found you, 
In my arms I hold you so near.
I've bathed you, I've clothed you, 
And cradled your head.
I counted your toes,
I bent in and kissed that little nose.
As you fell asleep in your bed.

Without him, 
Would these be memories
we are making my dear?
Without him would mommy, 
Be able to hold you so near?

We have a little angel to watch over us for all nights.
In spirit, with us, his soul,
Our endless guiding light.
He's your big brother, my son, my precious little one. 
He's right here, a part of you, 
Never again to be gone.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
It's you, I can see.
I have to Thank You 
For guiding me!

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I'm happy

I’m happy with the person that cares about me
 I’m happy with the person that knows how I feel
  I’m happy with the person that shows how he feels about me
   I’m happy with the person that treats me right

     I’m happy with the person that doesn’t say the wrong things
   I’m happy with the person that says I love you everyday
  I’m happy with the person that is always there for me
 I’m happy with the person that knows how to make me happy

I’m happy with the person that makes feel better about myself
  I’m happy with the person that loves me for who I am
    I’m happy with the person that wants to be with me for me
      I’m happy with the person that would never leave me

        I’m happy with the person that keeps my spirit up high
     I’m happy with the person that keeps me safe
   I’m happy with the person that protects me with his life
  I’m happy with the person that makes me smile everyday

 I’m happy with the person that tells me jokes everyday
I’m happy with the person that shows his feelings everyday
   I’m happy with the person that has a kind heart

        I’m happy that I have my fiancé in my life

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A Twitted crow flies aloft

Off the perch with shame beneath,
A Twitted crow flies aloft.
Hoping spectrum, blues and reds,
Dreadful notions, ugly skin!

Bracken wings, rotten look,
Rocking black, freakish beak,
Squawking hard, aiming high,
Cracking sound, beating trees!

Nasty fight that broke his heart,
Thrown afar from family,
Roots unknown yet fallen prey,
Lost he was to mystery.

Spreading wings, beating firm,
Gazing sharp, locking claws,
Diving down, mighty strong,
Fighting back, lengthy dusk. 

©Anees Rahman

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District 13 Revolution

Fireworks slide down the back of my tongue

Some went north to imitate stars, 

knowing all to well they wouldn’t even make it to the stratosphere

A fire can’t breathe with no air

Ask that man in the alley why he has to shoot black skies into his veins to see them.

You probably have more in common than you might think.

Satellite transmissions making waves like the oceans they cover

Healthy food is expensive, while poison is damn near free!

There is a storm coming

Grab your blankets and I will tell you how it ends with a new beginning.

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Trying Harder

Trying harder, with a grieving heart
To lift one's character
Through ashes of emptiness,
Break all barriers- planted by division
That leaves people trapped inside out,
Dignity ruined by sorrows',
Making them voiceless like 'dead-wood',
Their souls scattered- all over like broken jar
With every piece looking to start again
Making it cumbersome process
To dethrone fear, and grow hope
Rise and shine, and enjoy the streams
Find joy in new beginning, with evergreen attitude
And hovers one's wings of hope like never before,
Sending goodwill messages beyond hills, and across seas
That you are coming, to bear testimony of inspired warrior
Gently, like happy storm
However, this time, to be victorious

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Set free the caged dreams and ambitions,
let it swing freely alongside with inspiration into the freeborn kingdom of stardom.

But this is frighteningly difficult,
because the free will that freely stimulates the free world of the freethinker, rich, poor, arrogant and elephant minded humans, has out-weighted the stimulus of human free ideology, to freely understand, conceive knowledge, and regulate in times of freezing stress.

This has freely transformed most humans into free-floating educated duckling, living as freelance hustlers, in an untitled free world,
Where the wise:
freely fish less, but catch more,
freely hustle less, but gather more,
freely talk less, but solve more,
freely take less, but give more,
freely run less, but arrival fast

While the fool:
freely eat with the longest spoon, but still stave of starvation,
freely move with the wisest idea, but still sink,
freely hustle more, but tumble fast,
freely run and act fast, but shun fast,
freely have the most stardom, but still lack absolute freedom.

Freeing Freedom,  
Is freely achieved, by nesting patiences, control, and not aggressively wrestling life; 
But by having the tendency to bullying struggle, and make it dropout of college. 

Freeing freedom,
Is freely achieved, by adding more strength in developing intellectual power, free-living, and free acceptance of who you really are, rather than that of rage and free falling into discontent aggression.

Freeing freedom,
Is freely achieved, by forever caging doubt, and letting inspiration free-for-all like free vote, and also letting love run innocently barefooted into the gates of Bill Gates brain, to reap inspirational freedom.

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    What is it you do ,what do you write,
what words are there in your heart?
What thoughts are there in your mind?
Do feelings and the works that are eternal ,
come from the soul,the mind ,the heart..
Surely there was an inspiration,
to guide that hand as it penned a masterpiece.
If inspiration be of Love,
and that same Love cease to be.
If inspiration rides on the wings of loneliness,
and of a sudden there is happiness..
Will a strong heart write a humorous ditty,
as tears roll down their cheeks.
Thankyou friends who write while in turmoil,
post humor when saddened,
capture Love while alone.
Paint life that has yet to be lived.
Give all to the emotion of typing that next word,
for sharing a small piece of yourselves..........Jim

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Searching for the Spirit of Christmas

They searched for it in a Christmas tree, Christmas sock,
chimney, between the Christmas cards, but couldn’t find it…..

They went out and split the Snow Man 
into two, but it wasn’t there;
“It has a funny way of playing hide and seek in such a serious day for celebration,” they quipped in their thoughts.

Little did they know that the Christmas Spirit was sitting
in their hearts, waiting to be discovered, and shared
to other seekers.

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living original to die rare

I remember when my journey first begun
Hope I didn’t see none
Obstacles I could see some
Things that could beat me? I didn’t see one

Don’t need to tell me to be strong
I’ll have healed before you know where I bleed from
Me, fate and destiny are about to have a threesome
People copy but I won’t be one

I’ll always be me
Treat everyone the same
Only time I give reasonable doubt is if I’m giving you a Jay-Z CD
Face to face is the only time I’ll say your name

Born alone die alone
I like it like that
I’ll reach the sky alone
You’re an idiot if you don’t think I’ll fight back

If I cry I’ll wipe my own tears
I’ll fight my own fears
If you walked a mile in my Nikes you’d be scared
Living original so I die as a rare

I learnt to not depend
Fight my own battles, if I start it, it’s up to me to make it end
Wear what I want I don’t follow a trend
If you take offence from my words, that’s your problem and not my issue to mend

There he goes being so cocky
Take the “y” off and call me that if you like
But before you judge make sure you know where you’re at in your life
How long will you last in the fight?

Because I’ll never give up
Never allow my life to stay a mess
If you do, time hangs like the clock around flavor flav’s neck 
I learnt there’s no such thing as luck

Don’t complain about how hard life is
If you aren’t going to change it
I’ll always fight it
Look at the way my poems are painted

Everyone’s trying to be the same
No one wants to be different
People will only say your name
When they’re not in your vision

Think of me what you like
Continue to stare
You won’t make an impact on my life
I’m living original to die as a rare

I’ll wear different colour shoelaces
Change the look on a few faces
I won’t just say it to your face
I’ll say it to your face while standing in front of you naked

I don’t fear no opponent
Everybody will have a genius moment
Yours will be the moment you realise I’m a genius
Learnt to speak when I have to because silence is golden

So you can take me as I am
Or not I don’t really care
Being normal is not in my plans
Living original so I die as a rare

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Let Me In

 Let Me In

 I want to be the drug that takes off your mask.
 I want you to stop seeing that ghost when you look in the mirror.
 I want to extinguish the flames that burn at your pride.
 I want to neutralize the poison in your mind and return your innocence.
 I want to tear down the barriers that isolate you from your dreams.
 I want to destroy the old world for you.
 I want to give you back control of your fate.
 I want our minds to unite in one perpetual orgasm.
 I want us to live again.

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An undisputed truth , that all of mankind is 
Shared goals and ambitions, the dream of 
a peaceful land,
For all to stand against waves of burning 
hate , hand in hand,

Differences force a barrier between 
Aggression arises, and innocents are 
thrown in turmoil, unwilling,
Violence tears through the living , turning 
the peaceful into machines intent on 

The time is now , for us to change the 
To exorcise the ghosts of discrimination,
and to end all frustration,
A time of peace shines upon our land,
A promise of salvation,finally at hand.

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The Torch

Every now and then
appears a torch
a guiding light

This torch inspires
and warms us to the core
its flame encourages

To only a select few
is this power granted
by its light we are nourished

When it appears
our hearts are gladdened
and our souls truly inspired

Long may the flame burn
filling up empty spaces
removing the darkness

Gather close yet even closer
its flame will not burn you
long may you be incandescent 


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Spark to Flame

Let the voice within speak
Its better to let it shriek
Let the world sneak a peek
At the beauty resting within
A jewel shining underneath.

Release your inner glow
Let it shine so its known
Don't let the flame be blown
May it sprinkle like snow.

Shadows may snicker
Darkness might creep
Knawing at your bones
Stroking your spine to quiver.

Hands of despair reach out
Claws of pain try to cut
Fangs of sorrow want to bite
To rid the light that protects.

Yet you keep your ground
Looking through the veil
Holding hope close to heart
Faith embodies you.

Your spark grows stronger
Growing from an ember
To a ferocious flame
Scaring the shadows away.

The spark that rests within
That shard of determination
Splinter of will power
Flint of courage.

Take that flint
Keep striking it
To keep that flame
Burning bright within

As long as there's spark
There is always flame
Dreams and courage
That burn from within.

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nothing lasts forever

During the day I see the sun is shining
During the night I see the stars glow
not Everyone is smiling
but It’s time to let go

The past no longer matters
Don’t worry about any mistakes you’ve made
It’s time for laughter
Keep your head up and stop being afraid

Your heart will fix
Don’t fear it getting broke
Live life and take risks
Keep faith don’t lose hope

We all mess up from time to time
But your biggest mistake
Is allowing yourself to hate
What others do don’t mind

Just live your one life
Because you only get one chance to
Even if the DJ isn’t playing your favourite song tonight
At least there’s still something to dance to

Tomorrow is a dream that may not be real
So if you love someone tell them how you feel
Because today could be your last
So don’t let the opportunity pass

Nothing lasts forever
So enjoy every moment while you can
Make the good out of bad and look fort he better
And don’t be scared to ask for a helping hand

We all experience bad times
But follow your heart and speak your mind
Times will always get better
Enjoy it while it lasts cause nothing lasts forever 

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Love's Origin

Why do we love? 
We were first loved, that is why. 
By a God so great, so holy! 
We don’t deserve this great love, 
Yet He is willing to give it, 
Willing to be born a human, 
Willing to suffer, 
Willing to die... 
Just to show His great love for us! 
What more do we need 
to show us that our great God loves us?! 
We love, because we were first loved... 
By a God so great, so holy...

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Dark Matter

The unknown haunts me… 
Life is so full of mysteries
E x p a n d i n g  r e a s o n  

My mind’s sucked into A black hole of enigma Unanswered QUESTIONS ¿? ¿?

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In Between the Rests and Silences

Rest, stirring heart,
Narrow-minded in your fears, courage close awaits
Though bold your words be, 
Your lack of action gives you away and despairs you
I am amused by your imaginings, 
For simple these worries be,
And strange is your heightened sorrows,
A sadness fit for the about-to-die children,
Begging the snares to let them go...
And yet you have that sorrow...and lovely and safe you be...

Rest your head not on man's shoulder
Instead, lay upon the golden cushions of My word-
Where rains of treasures and fruits gently fall,
Laced with peace-garnished with happiness...

Your brothers share deeply in your concerns,
Alone you never are,
For look! -out upon the beads of leaves,
How they rustle playfully and sway with the breeze
My breath gives them life-
How much than shall I give  thee? 

This I tell you, daughter,
Each lonely soul shall find true love,
In between the rests and silences,
On the very off-beat... on the tip of quietude,
True music tremulously trills,
Flattening all mountains and hills,
Kissing their lowered heads and wiping their glacier tears-
Long-patiented love insatiated

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God's Children

We live in a human world and He lives in His now is't it a shame
with all you can have and do with Him you chose to live in the world  
Two worlds exist that will not be the same   
Walking together hand in hand through the rain    
In God's land where everything is planned for tomorrow
we have His love, we have His heart, we have Him guiding us 
it's never too late to turn away form your LIFE to start agai  
In stead of running through the rain looking for nothing  
In God's land where everything is planned for tomorrow
How happy we would be if only we were truly God's children
Why can't we be more like God's children 
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2014

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keep your head up

Sometimes I think I’ve gone crazy
Things go wrong daily
Not feeling as strong lately?
You’ve got to keep your head up

Your loved one was caught cheating
It left you bleeding
Think you can’t do anymore grieving
You’ve got to keep your head up

You lost a loved one
Keep their memory alive help them live on
And it’ll be like they’re not really gone
You’ve got to keep your head up

So you got rejected by the girl you like
There’s plenty more who’d be happy to be by your side
Doesn’t make you weak if tears leave your side
But you’ve got to keep your head up

Didn’t get the results you needed then try again
Take strength from the bird with a broken wing trying to fly again
He will soon reach the sky again
You’ve got to keep your head up

No matter how bad things are
Better times are never too far
Time will heal all your scars
You’ve got to keep your head up

Pain won’t last forever
You will find your treasure
Today was bad, tomorrow will be better
You’ve got to keep your head up

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Soul Sustenance

It is said "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
It's all in how we see life itself 
and what we indeed take from it too
Our relation to time - being and existence
Food to the metaphysical heart - Love
Truth to the mind - bringing peace
physical and emotional fulfilment
When the soul is nourished 
we are in better place
to face the choices and decisions 
facing us each day
Thoughts are momentary
but any feeling 
is accompanied with repeated thought patterns
meaning they stay deep routed
within us for longer periods
Silence and reflection can help us to focus
making positive decisions for good 
causing ourselves a lesser pain
Spiritual sustenance
that is empowering to the inner self

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secrets of a wall

The wall stares silently at me and I back at it.
 I wonder how many it has seen. How many times it has stood watching the lives of strangers. 
They Come and go never becoming atatched to it. 
How lonely it must feel at times to know that everyone it Comes in touch with will eventually leave and find another. 
The stains freckling its surface tell me that it has secrets of its own. 
Like scars left behind by the carelessness of others. 
Yet I keep them there, to remind myself that those who are no longer with me, will still  leave marks in my heart.

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Here creating
Out of darkness a stream of light
Hoping that you find delight
In the words that I write
As my pen takes flight
And my mind begins to recite!

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Like Dirt We Shovel

Like dirt,
we shovel every last emotion out of our eyes.
Until they are hollow.
Filling them with water.
So when you look,
you see what you want.
A reflection.
Our lips, a white-picket fence.
Structured and grounded.
Our mouth are kites,
weaving through jungles of ideas.
At day, our feet are two heavy rocks,
grinding sidewalks.
When we sleep,
Our feet find a shore.
Kicking little shells into the sea.

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Everyone's truth starts from somewhere
and i don't know from where.
i get to hear them 
and their truths
but never know their beginings.
sometimes so incomplete
and rattled into pieces,
sometimes not finished
and some are so partial.
but still,
let me hear them
let me feel them
for all the longest days in my life
let me still make them 
my fight, all my life
all these happening in a cirlce 
consequencing, let me give these truths
an identity and make my own
through them.

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Where the Blazed Trail Ends

In the middle of the forest, 
Where the light is at its least, 
Where the darkness does abound,
Is where the blazed trail ends.

Until now we've had a guide, 
To help us on our way;
But here and now we stand alone,
Where the blazed trail ends.

We cannot take the paths before us,
For they cannot be taken twice.
We must make our own way beyond
Where the blazed trail ends.

The paths before us give us hope
That we too can succeed.
Our new journey has just begun,
Where the blazed trail ends.

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I stand admist the divide,
Between heaven and hell,
Time stood still ,
Emotions i could no longer feel..

Long have i struggled , to find true purpose,
To earn my place in this troubled world,
I walk the path of a great destiny foretold,
Only to be disappointed , finding fool's gold,

Feelings of sorrow burden my soul,
The agony of defeat takes its toll,
As i put up my hands in surrender , abandoning all goals..
I remember the voices of my loved ones,
and the courage they instilled , to face whatever comes

Life is often riddled with hardships , do not fear,
Our existence is a gift bestowed by the gods,
And a challenging one it is,
So persevere with all your might,
Rise up from defeat and never lose your fight.

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When the dark clouds of a thunderstorm appear on the horizon I take a front row seat. I watch as the sky is being filled with black clouds that shimmer with lightning. A slow, deep rumble of thunder fills the air. The color of dark green tree tops pressed against a dark sky is a beautiful scene. A slow wind begins to blow, almost smearing the colors of the trees into the clouds. A sudden boom of thunder explodes from the sky. A warning of the rain to come. The rain begins to fall. At first it's only a mere sprinkle, but as the wind picks up it pours. Steam rises from the heated asphalt. The rain cools the earth, releasing the aroma of moist dirt. As the storm is coming to an end, I find myself inspired. I want to write.

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Just Be You

   I try to hold it in, but I couldn't let it go
   Pushing my pain aside to heal
   Yet my anger would only grow.

  Asking myself, "Is this all I will ever be?"
  Afraid of my own shadow, a freed man, who doesn't feel free.

  Is this a curse, my fate, or destiny?
  Or maybe all this was just meant to be.

  But even though the sun will set,
  and the darkness will close in.
  There is one thing I am sure of,
  That the sun will rise again.

  If you feel alone and neglected just remember this my friend.
  There is nothing in this world you cannot do.
  People will always put you down, but just remember to just be you!

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regifted verse

here's a few nibbles,
a chosen few lines of 
cellophaned offerings
not bought or made 
by me, but perhaps
fruitful nonetheless

given last holiday
in a heavy-versed book
to look at thoughtfully,
wonder at the imparted 
intent, then pass on

to you the nut-laden lines
that someone's aunt 
cooked up, every single
year since her mother first
showed her the directions

and the smiling recipient
re-wrapped it with a 
handwritten note to
hand off to another - 
and in turn another,

until, now you see me,
sitting before you,
smiling tentatively,
while both hopeful,
and apprehensive

contemplating acceptance
with a soulful pocketing,
or yet another, itinerary
change of regifted verse
that I wrapped just for you

© Goode Guy 2013-07-16

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Castles in the Sand

So many men,
building castles in the sand.
Surmounting the sky...
with the belief,
that they will never die.
A mortal man,
Can not build,
a fortress around his soul.
The tide will wash away,
All that you build...
Even on your longest day.
Why does the pride of man,
Strive to break the soil of the land..
To build,
an empire that will surely rot?
I'd much rather have,
A shack on a rock,
than a castle in the sand.
I'd rather enjoy my life...
with the little I have,
knowing I lived all that I could.
Than end up battling the tides,
on my last day...
Only to lose a futile fight...
Losing my love to an ocean of night.
Give me twigs and and rope..
I'll build a house of hope.
Give me leaves and hay,
I'll build a roof over our heads today.
A house of loving faith,
A house on a rock..
For he is my foundation...
My Lord, My salvation..
By James Kelley 2010©

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The Wish

I wish for..

The walking talking doll who can dance and sways,
to replace my paper made, grisly lady shape.
The cooking set for us to use during our house playing,
instead of wood sticks and coconut shells.
The pink colored shoes carved with ruby stones,
to have my parade inside the heaven's aisle.
The colored sunshine fairy dress with golden laces,
to have my bophop in plaza central.

..that when i was a little kid, bold and innocent.

I wish for..

the glamorous bags which i can carry with friends along the boulevard,
the sassy classy ornate dress to wear during parties and reunions.
the coolest latest gadgets to brag with friends and others.

..that when i was a teen,rebellious and proud.

But now I am 22, still do not have the luxury I dreamed of..
But I did realize that not having them means not living,
and that having wishes gives you something to look forward to.
that even what you got isn't what you wanted
you know you've got what you deserve.

Now I am 22, young and carefree
Now I am ready to get what I want
Now I am ready yo explore the world.

and now all that I wish for 
is Your guidance
to hold me when I lose myself
to stop me when I push too much
to lift me when I'm feeling down.

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Inertia Be-damned

Let me bash tambourines and praise the mind-body continuum
Grind out the miles, suffer the sweat.
Find me a hill to break if only in my mind
The foot-step's prints on the macadam
Invisibility obscuring the pain I must have.
The anguish broken to bits again.
My ears pop with the inspiration of all ages.
My thighs approve though my calves complain.
For a long instance my psyche melds with my physique
And I am one.

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Ecliptic Silence

Hopeful but its so mundane
Filling the hollowness with more empty pleasure
But it takes my hand and and walks me through this withering decay
Into the ecliptic silence, 
Self medicated diluted dreams
A mixture of over stimulation and desensitizing me 
Somewhere between ominous and beautiful
Letting the darkness consume my conscious brain
Until the sun can realign and pulls me back into this day
To overcome this strange numbness 
Of self inflicted shadowing
Butterflies once warmed me up inside until I pulled off all their wings
Holding memories I cant forget while praying to a God who has forgot
But we are only allowed to keep the things that we have already lost
Sometimes living is not enough without sovereignty 
As these flightless insects crawl back inside 
Then perhaps through their death life would be more satisfied
Finger deep I draw a line then stand to face a blackened sky
I reevaluate Your presence now without You Lord then where am I 
Because this is me You were my light, subsequently my faith has died
Somewhere below the surface of this shifting unstable world of mine

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Wymark's Room

Ah! Four walls, one ceiling, one floor, 
a window, two doors, one restroom
no bed, tons of roaches, one chair
no ashtrays, no TV, no radio
one leaking shower faucet
one clogged sink
one triple sofa
one fridge
one fan
zero flip flops
one fire extinguisher
one bookcase, two forks
two glasses, three pencils
three termites, four knives
four magazines, five socks
five strange boxes, six pears
six rat traps, seven thermometers
seven years living here, eight hours to go

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The prideful boast of bruises,

ingested by lurid carrion's grin

trim the passionate grit of 

words left at the altar. 

"You jest" I say. 

I am no hero. 

      I am nothing,

but the burden of

a tremulous wake. 

But the curve of your 

lips corrupt my resolve,

and sting the ego of 

a nauseated subconscious. 

I've always hated

the way I break;

the cold shoulder

of my legacy's regret. 

But you...

Quietly delve your

elegance into my 

crooked beat,

smile at my misgivings,

Call my pollution, art. 

-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.

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my pain

Act like everything’s all right, clearly there’s something wrong here
Forget trying to fit in, I’m happy that I don’t belong here
Everywhere you go people give you long stares
Call me emo, call me freak, call me what you like
You haven’t had these problems keeping you up at night
I’ve been through it all just not enough to cry
Can everything I’ve ever done really be justified
By how much I write?
I didn’t listen to the advice of a man with no ears
So I plan with no fears
Here I stand with no tears
I know you never bite the hand that feeds you
I ran from a man with no feet too
Everyone just saw me plummet
Is god trying to see how much more he’ll stomach?
Writing just to look for some comfort
Trying to find some hope
When it’s my time to go
Everyone will go over every single rhyme I wrote
I won’t allow my future and past to be a facsimile
I went through it so of course the past resembles me
Trying to overcome all of these bad memories
Trying to remember the last time I had energy
Because I feel weak as ****
While you’re busy trying to keep up with the Kardashian’s
I have the world on my shoulders; I’m trying to keep it up
Trying to move forward but my feet are stuck
i stopped trying to please people a while ago
Cause no matter what you do, it will never be good enough
I will never allow your words or opinions define me
I haven’t got to tell you where I am or where I’m heading 
Cause the people who want to will know where and how to find me

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There she stands alone
All seasons she’s been there.

The rain doused her beauty
The sun pulped her caput
Harmattan shroud her wit
And circadian ambiance
Robbed her Regard.

Her espoused lovers all gone
To the harlot Desperation.
Only silence heaved in her heart
A burden like Aso rock.

Yet she strive
On and on for fulfillment….
And one day all her lovers
Shall be awed at her triumph.

But then she cannot wait on
As much the length of six feet!

Itsoghole O. S.

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Dear Depressed Girlfriend

Dear depressed girlfriend 
Although your situation sounds tragic 
You feel betrayed and abandoned 
Confused by your agony

But I believe your dilemma 
Runs a lot deeper
Your boyfriend is not the problem
Your blindness is the true culprit

Hopeless romantics like you and me 
Can often find the truth hard to see 
Cloaked by the slim possibility 
That this one will be the real deal 

My advice to you my friend is to 
Treasure your adorable children 
For all they need is you 
Get rid of the one, who takes advantage
And wait for the one who relishes who you are

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The Voice

Once in a vision, a raging storm soar
I was slight above it, soaring through the air
Fear griped me, it whispered death into my ear
The waves were boisterous , the waves were a raging inferno

I struggled to fly, the devil’s exploring sly
In the flight I saw a glorious light above me then
Suddenly, in my flight I heard a voice
It was one of the Archbishop Nicholas Duncan William’s
The voice thundereth, a kind that scattereth

“According as His Divine Power”

For the first time the voice held me in His care
It brought me into comfort, a Zion fort
Imbued with power in the flight, I begin to soar into the night

The voice made me strong, I lay upon it all night long
The voice whispered courage in me in that perilous flight
And bore me on eagle’s wings when all was quite

“The voice of the Lord is Powerful
The voice of the Lord is full of Majesty
The voice of the Lord breaketh the cedars of Lebanon”- Ps 29:4-5

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A coin two sides to one being
a dark and a light side of my soul
fighting to help the light win.

But the dark is easy fun and better in every way I can forsee. 
Why must I fight to be good to be the light in the darkness?

Because even if it's the hardest thing in life even if I die tring I will do so and face my fate head on. I will not got into the darkness without fighting I will be a hero if it kills me.

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Either be a believer or non-believer, but be a good person

*What Gods there were
I did not know then,
And was not concerned with them.
But I do know now,
HE can come to us in any form.

Attacked by the dragon, Cancer,
Threatening to take away
My one talent to speak.
I did not see HIM positively,
But I do feel him now,
HE came to me as a doctor,
And gave me many years,
To live and play with my grandkids.

I also got a message from HIM saying
“Drink water from your own cistern
running water from your own well”.
Urine Therapy – a recent treatment**
On deadly diseases like cancer.

Though a non-believer before
I  lived life as a good person
If one can't love some one, but hurt none.
Maybe not of help to anyone, but never betraying
One may live a good life as a non-believer
Or one may live a good life as believer
Infinite gains are on both the sides.

April 6, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Third place win
Dr. Ram Mehta   -the poem is wholly based on my peronal experiences when I was
attacked by Cancer in the 1994.

*The poem originally was posted on PS in the year 2005. This is a much longer
revised version of the old poem.

*The opening line of the First Prime Minister of India Nehru writing A Preface to
 Gandhi’s Biography
“ What Gods there are, I do not know and I am not concerned with them”

**There are many Urine Therapy centers all over the world, one of them in 
New-York. It is also called in the ayurvedic tradition of yoga, drinking one's 
urine is called amaroli. Because extensive Vedic texts exist from at least 
2000 B.C., this practice provides us with much of the most thorough guidance
available. Yogic techniques tell us exactly how to go about drinking or applying

If anyone wants to read more about it, here are the two sites: 

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We are free

On this day a great man said great words
that we are free for all to here.
Yes we are free in our rights
to voice our oppions
and the beliefs in our hearts.
With God in our life we are free 
because his son came and set us free.
On this day I ask all to say thank you 
to the one up above who gave
so we could live free.
He has a plan for all inside
the hearts of all in the world 
so lets give him praise.

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You Are My Everything

You are my fervent wish
my deepest longing 
my ardent prayer
the silent whispers of my heart

You are the delight of my eyes
my morning sun
my silver moon 
the thirst that is never quench

You are the joy of my life
my sweet inspiration
my heart's desire
the fulfillment of my dream

You are my everything
my love my life
in You i found my peace
my home my heaven on earth

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Ember left to the breeze, 
Fragile though it is 
(It survives!) 
The moment spares it, 
It dares not grow lest 
Wind breaks silent vows, 
Ember left to the mercy, 
Chaos embedded inevitability, 
Cruel near-death immortality, 
Black dust embracing, 
Rebellious blue fighting! 
The heat a heart needs to thrive, 
Limb and finger and bone 
Giving in to the cold, 
What valor calls for you? 
What purpose so high? 
An ember left to life, 
Scraps of a larger flame 
Jealous of the ember's name, 
Flame giving way to the breeze, 
The Ember scorches history.

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Fireworks Go Off

Later on today...yeah...
Fireworks are gonna sound like
Gunshots in each direction...
But, it looks like a growing sunflower in the air
The sounds are too much to bear...
Scaring cats and dogs away...
Confusion sticks to a leech 
I'm not feeling okay...I want to go to the beach
I have a migraine...okay? 
Let me swim away into the ocean

Fireworks go off, but I'm caught in waves of motion...

And I forget about the commotion...

Thank the Lord Almighty...
For His loving-kindness and peace He plants in me 

I'm Experiencing
Cloud 7
Again...thank heaven 

I get afraid when 
Fireworks go off
I get spooked out in the den
Full of lions and I have 





REJOICE! It's fourth of July!
Oooh! Look at the glorious, black velvet sky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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My Promise

I cannot buy you a house near the ocean
But I will build you a home deep inside
I cannot paint on your heart my devotion
But I can promise you a portrait in the sky

I will never be the leader of many men
But I shall follow the hearts of the humble
And I will never be perfect, free of sin
But I will splendor in my faith , should I stumble

I cannot adorn you with diamonds and gold
To shine like the sparkle in your eyes
But I can promise this heart that I hold,
Will be yours till the day that I die

I cannot travel to the past to change tomorrow
For the future, it is hidden in the stars
And if I run out of words, I shall borrow,
The kindness that is written in your heart

My promise is to hold you  just enough that you will know
I will never let go of you, and the heart will never end
As long as it beats while we dance so very close
And the moment shares each memory with its everlasting kiss

Michael 7/12/2014

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A Song for My Beloved

Our Beloved returns        with a mighty entourage
his banner men ride before him
             they are swifter than stallions 
and their weapons          as the talons of eagles
their chariots are laden full
             amphora of the reddest wine
and full of the oils of gladness
This is the story                of everlasting love
written within the hearts of mankind
             a story of promises kept
of exclusive devotion without equal
             of it's engagement and preparations 
it's unity realized     and it's fidelity measureless 
a vision of excellence      is my beloved
He is the color        of the crystalline stones
forged in the hearts of the mountains
his transparency    glows in it's intensity
He is the rising             of the tides
and the canopy    that resides under the vault of heaven 
his affections call out       and reach into every dark place
and we ourselves          are held in his eternal embrace
There is to us   but one King     and our hearts
bow before his majestic countenance 
He has built a great house
many have     been employed          in it's construction
A place for rejoicing     endlessly
every fine and desirable element
                           fill his treasuries and chambers 
He cast out his lines           one by one
and baited his nets       with the words of Love
He drew us from the sea           and salted us         
with his own expressions 
and set before us         a golden bowl and chalice
filled to the brim      and overflowing
and we are faint       faint with Love
I am comely    and clothed with desire
and my esteem            is in his exquisiteness 
the flawless         reflection        of his divinity 
He has openly            shown his faithfulness
our affections as the rushes    of rivers , waterfalls
and rain in the spring         of the old growth forests
and it's age as old          as the cosmos
whose beginning is as       unknowable as it's end
Come my Beloved      and collect us together
gather the great feast           of which every bird
under heaven will partake 
be swift upon the mountains   for we are captives
in a colossal wilderness    filled with the desert winds 
held only by the golden chords 
and the silver sounds    of your own declarations
                   of Love 

Duet 7:9-12  1Kings 8:22-23  Daniel 9:4
Song of Songs    Rev 5:9

COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Cherished Mother

Mother is a word
Always to cherished
Mother will live forever
Even if 
The world is perished
It is said 
There lies a heaven
Under the feet mother
Lovely and flourished
But I think
Mother is a galaxy of heavens
Away from tearing demons
Mother is the face of God
Where doesn’t lie
Any fraud
Her love is the only true love
Mother is Almighty’s soul
And we are 
Small fractions of it
Mother’s blessings
Is even wished by gods
Her true devotion 
Is the path of salvation

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where the sun sets gracefully
you will be there, holding my hands.

where the wind blows sweetly
you will be there, caressing my cheeks.

where the stars shine brightly
you will be there, hugging me tightly.

there's a place so dearly
where our hearts speak clearly
what our mind thinks loudly.


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In The End

In all you accomplish, in all your beautiful schemes, your lovely lifeless tromping through the 
muddling life and struggling existence, you continue along,
In the end you are, you are a dreamer, you are one that wakes up in the morning  and grabs 
his coffee, puts a smile on the tensed up cheek muscles of a joyless facade,  and crawl into 
the muck of every day life, you are you.
In the end, after you fight the paper tigers, after the war waged fiercely is lost against your 
desktop computer, after you uncommittedly skate along the thin ice of a forgotten cause of a 
relationship, you are you.
In the end, when the doves pull you somewhere and the hawks in the other direction, when 
the monsters of your imagination manifest themselves into your society as friends, as 
neighbors, as family, when the mountains get to steep and you stumble and can't pick up 
your feet and you see that only more sleeping giants and mountains await you, remember 
that you are you, a special entity worthy of a thousand yous! no price can be given to 
measure your worth, because you are you, 
And in the end, you are you, just that, three simple words that mean so much, you are you, 
and the universe wouldn't be the same without you, from the tip of your head to your 
gorgeous feet, so take comfort, you make the world a new and better place, you are a light,
You are a light to follow, lighting up the path of the crooked wanderer, useful no matter how 
crooked, being guidance in the tumultuous darkness, tossed and turned like ice in a blender, 
mixed for those to feed off your fruits, but you muddle on, because you are special, you are 
Don't let anyone change you, you perfect little person, because in the end, you are you.

- Trey Capello

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Dear Poet

After the rainstorm I went outside 
and looked into a puddle of rainwater 
that was cuddling the ground 
in front of my house 
and when I saw my reflection 
I became bewildered by my smiling face. 
Suddenly, from somewhere inside my head, 
I imagined I heard a rumbling voice 
from up high in the sky. 
“Become a Puddle Master,” it said.
 “Tell your fellow poets to use their voice 
to help solve the problems 
that plague all you humans who live on the earth.” 
Then the raindrops started again 
and when I looked down at the puddle 
I saw us living together in peace without any wars, 
and I saw us working to end the blight of the poor, 
and saw us stop heating our climate to death. 
So I said out loud to the rumbling voice 
I better go back inside my house 
before my ‘we can do better’ mind set gets wet. 

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old age and revenge

A Travel to Palestine 

In a landscape of chlorophyll sprinkled with yellow and red flowers,
neglected olive trees and bushes, my motorbike broke down,
my mobile was useless no signal here and I had a long walk home.
If I only had a donkey I could continued to the hazy blue mountain 
that has has always eluded me, moving away from me when sought. 
The beast and I could have reached the mountain, over and past it and 
ended up in Palestine, old people are respected there; mind some 
old men do not deserve accolade, like Henry Kissinger, a man of many
sins, but I would flame the downtrodden with the fire of freedom,
and not let them sink into the peace of slaves who have lost how to 
dream.  I would then give my donkey to another old man and travel to 
Amman in Jordan and take a plane home, sit in my room and be glad
that my life had not been futile, and listened with ease as shadows of
assassins surround my home. 

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Walk the Dream, Fan the flame

This facade that we build
around our bones;
this walking dream

Shouldn’t be any different,
than what we keep in the night,
where the stars burn as freely 
as our hearts.

I say we stoke the fire,
throw it all in.

Watch the sand turn to glass,
peel the skin back
                    swallow the marrow of promise.

Let the light reflect.

-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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A Remorseful Life

 Thorns piercing through my heart while it's burning. Vines flowing out of my soul, and I look to the sky. Hallelujah, I'm alive. Hallelujah I'm whole.

 Smoke of cigarettes flame out into the open. Feelings of charm and warmth pass across my lungs. I see twelve or more dwarfs marching in rows. One of them stepped on my toes.

 Planes flying into the fog, and women being rapped in the alleys. The life we lead are lies, planned out like puppets from another dimension.

 Time can't save us. We save time to save us. The sun goes down, and everything is quiet. Birds chirping, and the wind blowing white snowflakes onto my face.

 Walking passed the church. Blood on White. Everything's a fight. We rise to the golden gates and we look upon the spirits.

 The leaders and missions fail. It's not the end of this tale, when soon there will be more blood shed. Anger and hatred have no room. Live the life you are born to lead, or you will just be another blood on white.

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because you say that I am

I say that I am 

I am

I am

because you say that you are

you are

you are

and he says that he is

he is

he is

and she says that she is

she is

she is

and sometimes you say that I am

I am 

I am

and I hope that someday we can say that

we are 

we are

we are.

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To Stay Forever Young

Is to fully grow then proudly standing tall as a tree,

While sapling baby mind still lies there on forest floor.

That innocence before ravages of time truly counting,

Spirit never to ever grow any older than you think.

This is that secret that many strive in life to find,

Brains being too busy trying to preserve body doomed,

Forgetting souls which have not aged even a second,

A fountain of youth not seen yet felt with each emotion.

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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Early this morning, he sits hot front of my desk
Stared on him and questions accumulated, 
Why this, why that, why you attract my eyes
With your tasty-brewed-hot aroma which makes me uptight! 

Aged like the finest wine ever stacked
Distilled and refined from raw extracts, 
Extract which waited days or years to pass
From the processing standard of a Master's touch! 

Brewed and grinned in circles and continued pounds
After surviving the raging heat of consuming fire, 
Fire that brings chemical reaction and releases heat and light
Which you consumed and made you master life.

Maestro...why I like you? 
With my age, I am not supposed to be with you...
Yet you tasted good, you fill my cup
You excite me with what and how you being packed! 

Inner Whispers

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Garden of Irony

He breathes between winks in migraine pulse,
throbbing against the challenge of an overly lustrous day.
Watching halos fall through broken sun-glass hue,
he wonders how much more the wind will break.
Limbs rest in the arms of an aging garden,
rotting and yet, still beautiful.
Ivy swims beneath the man’s shadow,
curling its way up, and opening its breast
toward the promise of nirvana. 
He bends, takes a branch 
in his hands and ponders
the irony of life, and its 
It feels fake in his hands,
so he flicks the bark 
off its back,
letting its naked remains
fly in 
another direction,
toward a rusting chariot,
where it will be 
delivered unto a bed of flame.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Head high, faith strong
Ready for whatever I have to take on
I learnt to appreciate every moment and make it a great one
Because there’s always someone worse off trying to get to the place you want to escape from

It’s just a bad day not a bad life
We all have long days and sad nights
The rain will was whatever pain life may bring
It’s best to not listen when people say things

They’ll say more things to bring you down than raise you up
Move on and forget about people who erase your trust
Time is limited ands I see people waste so much
Get your shoes on and lace them up

Follow your path, walk your road
I think to myself, never put my thoughts on hold
If the conversation isn’t focused on progressing, talk and go
Life is too short, so grow

People talk about bad things in life but won’t try to change them
We may lose people when we thought we’d always remain friends
Scars heal, hearts fix and pain mends
Remember HOPE stands for hold on pain ends 

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Why are there

Why are there 
great white puffy clouds
like galleons of cotton
only a child's eye can see?

Why are there fields bursting
with man-tall cornstalks and
lush carpets of pasture
worth much more than
a thousand kings?

Why does the snow
fall so gently, solemn
and perfect in beauty
as it layers all,
both great and small?

Why does rain
change its tempo--
sometimes a tinkle,
sometimes a roar?

Why does a watermelon
taste different 
than a cantaloupe?

Why do we love?
Why do we hate,
when rocks get by
quite well
without it?

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Looking up to the Sky

She looked up to the sky
Not knowing what to say
Hoping the stars will tell her the story
Written in heart-
- Her secret with the moon
That kept her smiling even in the coldest hours
Unaware that the secret is out
Painted on her beautiful face
And now I know
She was a loving, joyful girl

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God's Tea Pot

     Angel designated highest position,
sanctifying partakers from God's tea pot

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The Perfect Painting

As my hands lay on the canvas, 
with the beat of the music of my heart
i feel an eagerness to let the heat to surpass 
by the trace of my fingers i slowly outlined the figure
and do you know what I got? urging need to stop!
I sit for a while, stared intently and sigh...
poured coffee and sip for a while
I had evenly mixed indefinite colours in my mind, 
yet how come that my painting lacks 
the gist of liveliness and craft? 

Aha! What subject I got? 
A love within my heart! 
But I see many indefinite colours, why is that? 

Rushing of leaves that been blown by the wind...
Clouds so white, chased by the vultures 
and roaring lioness with fierce in her eyes 
but as you look inside her chest, 
a flowing heat of red fire mixed with golden crust of lava's continued cry! 

Damn...a heart that beats indefinitely 
in rhythmic grace and a dying will to fight
against the very furious face that peek from above...

How well can I mix colours in this moment of thoughts, 
killing my hands liveliness to move? 
Can you be my music to give me the urging need to mix, 
make my heart stable and beat in heat? 
Can you be my color that will wash the pain, 
through this indefinite heart of my canvas which laid vain front of me? 

Brush away my longings...
come, mix colours with me, hmn? 
26th May 2014
Contest: The Perfect Painting
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse

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government of embarrasment

They lie to us to make votes
Feed us with false promises and fake hope
They protect paedophiles and make rape jokes
Most the problems in our country the government create those
You don’t matter unless you want to be a police or fireman
Any wonder I want to leave this environment
I’m 21 so I’m expected to get drunk and chase hoes
But I’ve got too much to say for me to back down and not to speak
We may as well **** for virginity as the government fight a lot for peace
Politicians don’t care if our kids have shoes and socks on feet
They make us send our kids to school
Yet they allow a convicted paedophile with a secret identity to live across the street
They act like he’s a changed man
But when he gets convicted of the same crime
Politicians say my child goes to a private school. At least it ain’t mine
I could get a few years for assault. Paedophiles and rapists get a little over five years
So I can see how women might fear
I’m trying to make sure justice is done right here
Losing is strictly off limits
Feel like Martin Luther King I have a dream
But in mine Pixie lott’s in it
It’s funny cause if I kill in self defence I’m a guilty murderer
Government kill thousands daily yet they’re considered innocent
This country is filled with immigrants
And they will be considered for a job before me
Now that’s what I call robbery
Government say they’re here to stop knife crime
But all they do is blame rappers and the way they write rhymes
I’ve listened to hip-hop since age 10. I’m not drug dealing
I’m not another thug killing
I’ve got no problem putting my name age and where I was born
But why do I need to put my sexuality religion and pointless BS in these forms?
I probably shouldn’t even be saying this but it’s more than opinion and views
this is the truth
The government won’t take an inch of fault
So you need to take what I say with a pinch of salt

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A Pigeon Eyed

A Pigeon Eyed
A pigeon greeted me
 When I was at it, reading
Walked herself in through the ajar ingress
  She sniffed and picked from flaw floor of scattered grains
She swiftly savored them one by one
  Through her beak to the neck
Conveyed to the gizzard and the next

Her visitation, the wonder I long evermore
 Only that she was terrified at first our eyes met
She wriggled, quivered, stunned and then flew
 An august visitor I would love to welcome once more

         © A.O, 11/9/1435  - 9/7/2014

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The songs of my soul

The songs of my soul 
I sing with the birds
At a morning redemption 
When the sun arise 
With it wind 
Blowing my sorrows away 
To a destination of no return 
Oh now am strong 
With this words of freedom 
Oh it keep coming 
And I keep singing

What else can I sing of 
If not of love 
For this nature I feel 
Speaks more than the eyes 
Could see
Now I can feel the push with in
So out here now I sing
This songs of love 
This songs so rare and truthful
This songs I once share 
With my silent 
Now I am a kind of my soul 
So never the songs lead me 
To darkness 

The light is on every words
Now I sing 
Too much time it took 
Finally yet I still sing 
The soul in me brings it 
here I dance 
It tone with love 
Kindly feel the songs of my 
For here I can express all I could

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I Want To Venture


there is intrigue to conjecture
go ahead play on the safe side
so that you don’t get hurt
I got a taste for the danger

nothing ventured nothing gain
how can you expect to hit your target
when you never aimed

I will never be bitter
I can’t be a hater
God made my moves different from the rest
and it is not a shame to be a dreamer

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That Smile

Sparkled kindness
benevolent serendipity 
sordid eloquence
torched succulence
shimmering shift
candid concupiscence 

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The Way

Indestructible you

Endowed provocateur of origination

Forger of paths unknown



Yesterday was an option

Today a decision

Tomorrow will come



Head high

Shoulders up


Fear is perception


Defeat is an illusion

Perverse as it is

Fills a void

To incentivize the outcome of glory


For as long as you walk

Deceiving external predictors, you prosper

Enticing hate and curiosity

From your resistance to fall prey to darkness


If perhaps you stumble

Along the way

No worries


That is the way

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yea I’m in  high school living daily by the rules while the others are 

doing stuff that they think is cool they always claim the teachers are 

cruel but really they are just trying to help us young ones make it 

through some kids run from the truth due to the life they have been put 

through some parents don’t give a crap or two but some blessed

deny the fact that parents are there to see you through I’m writing 

this verse from me to you some kids raised in the ghetto have a 

place where morals don’t fit in their schedule all you have to do is 

is fight to strive for anything you believe and be wiling to achieve

willing to succeed you just have to believe you can whoever you 

want to be we shouldn’t play with our grades like it’s a game but 

wanting our education to build into a career one day some of yall 

are focused on the wrong thing the ig and twitter names are  nothing

but a game  yall talk 24/7 about money, dope, and fame  but yall need

to focus on the right thing just put your mind to it and you can be 

anything  once again I say yea I’m just the average kid in high school

just trying to find my way 

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The Wonderstruck Beings

 In a world are wonderstruck beings that are wonderful
They all of a sudden start to be, and are wonderstruck
Wonders are there existence as they are being all so sudden
They grasp at such wonder, but than cease to exist before
They leave messages to others so wonderstruck
Ever and ever they struggle to overcome the wonder
They exist without knowing why they exist
They perceive not knowing what they perceive
They greet each other and chat about wonder
These wonderstruck beings exist 
The universe is wonderstruck by them 
As they are wonderful

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Gathering Pieces of Me

So many times you have hurt me,
creating an emotional shrill
that disintegrates my joy
in a hiccup speed.....

It is by holding onto love for you,
that I have learned how to join pieces
of my broken joy again. I tried alcohol,
bungee-jumping, and sky gazing
to repair my joy, but alas! alas!;
I discovered that love was the easiest
way to my joy's pieces again!

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A Volume of McClatchy

A Volume of McClatchy 
 (on reading "The Ten Commandments" by J.D. McClatchy)
	-  Cheryl L. Higgins @2001 

I picked up your book. No, I ordered your book 
special hard-back from the local shop
a neighborhood place where literary types and 
Yale professors stop on their lunch
where the proprietor came round from behind 
to check his shelves by eye 
and called you 'our local boy'. 

Our local boy. 
I almost looked up when the bell jangled 
and the door banged shut. 
Six slow steps that stopped on the fifth.
The paper-shred scent of ink and pulp 
draws the senses to the walls. Old brick dust 
sealed with thick paint sets the books, your books 
a censer among them, somewhere.

Do you come to see them? Four copies down to one?
Down to none? In the hands of a new reader, now. 
Or a writer. 
Now your truths become ours in these poems, your own 
veiled soul a sacrament for the masses
a confession of wafer-thin sheets 
whispered on the tongue.

Behind the stacks your penance becomes 
our own absolution, writers murmuring your absolution
as they read you write themselves
how desperate blood-sport can be made of lives 
at the liver's expense, nodding, yes I see
this happens, this is how it should be told.

But then, we catch
on your candor
and comes the dry
choke, the flush of
swallowed, for
aren't these the
for secret sins so
like our own 
laid open with the
power of blood and
the writing which
readers covet 
and we feel the
jealous prick, we
writers as readers 
for not confessing
first, and then
contrition, and then

that recurrent
seduction of maybe
becoming so bold our
selves one day
the titillation of
fashioning our own
sins with such truth
oh, no! Then, yes,
and then,
For when we write in
does not some better
truth lie just
And here, you've
given us yours.

The man on the
stairs steps behind
to wait in deference
to my purchases
your book tucked
away, already mine,
He leans in to get a
look at the title
thin polite smile;
fellow lover of
words, to care what
I might read 
so I tip it back
that he might more
easily see
his face open in
slight surprise and 
what might be
approval, but has he
read it? I can't
He steps to the
"McClatchy," he
"Have you any copies

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We are the same: My first poem ever

Open your heart, your soul, and your 

Strive to be different, but never forget what 
makes us the same.

Many will claim to disdain others for 
reasons they cannot control.

Reasons such as color, belief, culture, 
language, and goals.

Society will continue to fall if this remains!

Fall like rain that softens and washes 
away the clay in which we are all made.

All men and women are born with eyes, 
ears, arms, hands, fingers, lungs, legs, feet, 
and toes...

These are all similarities that no one 

We all have mouths, tongues, hearts, 
blood, bones, and a nose...

So why does mankind continue to fade 
instead of grow?

Let these words shiver your spines and 
corrupt your minds in which we all have!

To claim or believe that you are better 
than any person is a crime!

At the moment, mankind is covered in 
slime and filth!

Preying on the weak with no means other 

They do it in stealth and don't care at all about your health or well being! 

But there must be something else we're 
just not seeing.

They've blinded us like sheep just 
searching for meaning.

But inside every sheep ROARS the heart of 
a lion, gleaming and BEGGING to cry out in 

I am SICK of the violence and CAN NO 
LONGER HOLD my silence!

I REFUSE to sit back and watch as 
humanity gets SLAIN!

Life is more than just a silly game and fear 
SHOULD NOT be any ones claim!

Don't continue to refrain from seeing the 
worlds pain, ACKNOWLEDGE IT! 

There are only three paths in this life, so 
be wise and pick a lane...

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The Super Moon

**The Super Moon**

Did you see the full moon tonight?
It was bright and all aglow with a warm encasement
It looked like a magical bull’s eye and X marks the spot where it sat there all alone
It is a marvelous thing to ponder…What is the mystery of the Super Moons?
The super moons are experiences when the moon is full and closest to the earth
It is also a wonderment of the heavens for whenever you see three of them in a row
There is a sign that the heavens are trying to display
What is the sign for this super moon trio?
Could it be that the earth is ready to receive its King?
Could it be one for the Holy Spirit, one for Jesus, and one for Jehovah God?
Great things come in threes!
I say the super moons indicate something spectacular is about to take place in the heavens
A marvel for the entire world to see
Perhaps it is to introduce the Messiah coming to usher His Bride away?
It is a strong possibility from my last conversation with my King
Many say that those who “hear voices” are insane
Or maybe they need to go to a loony ben
I say that when I heard my Savior’s voice this evening he said “I AM ON MY WAY!”
You see we that can hear the voice of our Shepherd KNOW things
Yes, we KNOW things because we sit at our Shepherd’s feet
You should try it sometime and see what you glean
So take it from someone who hears voices and from someone who is completely sane
The Groom also known as Jesus Christ is about to rapture his Bride!

Written by Gwendolen Rix

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My Maasai Sculpture

I have a companion
in my house
who doesn't talk,
eat, drink or move

No, don't think it's
an apparition
or a television....

....don't think it's
my rusty-aged bicycle
that's about to head
to the recycle

Yes, it's my Maasai
Moran sculpture,
beautiful in nature!

Though I eat, drink,
laugh, think and dream,
my companion's 
smile gleams
with radiance that
will last throughout its
sculpture life

A smile that will never
in any single age
turn into a frown,
solemn or angry expression

A smile that
always will be
as steady as the Sun,
and as dazzling
as a rainbow
enveloping a waterfall....

NB: Published in my book, "Painting of Life in Poetry"

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U Love U

A lot of people are searching for love
Looking for a mate to compliment themselves
Feeling unfulfilled, incomplete, the worst half
Looking for that other half to feel complete
But some of those people searching for love
Don't love themselves half as much
Looking for someone to love them
Because it’s hard to love the one in the mirror
The world tells you that you’re not OK
You're too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short, 
Too black, too white, too flashy, too plain, 
Teaching that an hourglass figure is the goal
And a muscular frame is the key of happiness
If you don't love you, nobody else can
Because people love confident people
People that's confident in themselves
The key for confidence is in loving self
Once you love yourself, you go for the best
Not for last place, but first place
Many must learn to love self
Or at least force yourself in that love
Learn yourself, trust yourself, and believe in you
Motivate yourself and no one can stop you
So smile, you deserve it and much more
Spoil yourself one a while and enjoy
Put that chest out, stand tall and walk
You're excellence, magnificence, elegance
But first love you, trust and be pleased
So love that person in the mirror
And watch a new you bloom!

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Thoughts trickle what was left of my sanity, Slowly but surely down my brain to gravity Like the last drop of rain on a roof tile, Being the last drop of hope to inspire the dwindling fire That encourages my hand to move, drag the pen Making lines & curves that don't retire But follow the emotive contours of the mind, Lagging behind are the scripture of ideas Packed in years, invoking tears But filling ears with endless fears Of knowledge, so acknowledge these ramblings Of an intellect's babblings Educating the ignorant rattling the seeds of wisdom, scatting So that the wise don't become dumb... I... Um... Not going but hear me coming knocking at the subconscious, beat like a drum As I hum the Uma mantras of where I'm from Where the blind envision the ray of hope at the end of the tunnel But no! It's a funnel at the end is a candle Which all writers handle. Enlightenment Where the others paddle in dark punishment Of ignorance, so tip the scales or make them balance With your weight of your lyrical stance Not baggy pants but with your common sense Will make them dance as if they've got ants in their pants Because you're true essence is in your presents.

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my perfect day

Woke up this morning nothing different, dog licking my face
Got up made a cup of tea, then used the toothpaste
Need the hunger in my stomach to vanish
So I made a bacon sandwich

I see the sun is shining
It’s beautiful outside
Today its Manchester United vs Man City not that I need reminding
Wearing my United shirt with the most pride

Then I receive a text
It’s from a girl I’ve liked for a while she wants a date
I reply asking when she is free next
She says “let’s do it tonight I don’t want to wait”

I reply that sounds good to me
Give her a time and place
She replies that’s good for me
And ends it with see you tonight babe

I begin to proceed with my day
Give my dog a kiss goodbye no barking comes my way
I left the house a s I had a few things to do
Before I watch United and City play

I see my friend who I’ve not seen in a while
He looks at me and asks why do I have such a big smile
So I tell him the news and have a quick chat
So I proceed with my day after we have a laugh

Last night I had writers block
Today I’m writing more than ever before
Maybe I needed a night off
Now I’m writing like Marshall Mathers and Tupac Shakur

Loving everything that I wrote
Now at the pub I order a coke
As I’m feeling thirsty
And we happened to beat Man City with a winner from Van Persie

Now I head back and get ready for my date
Usually takes me 45 minutes to do my hair
Feed my dog & give her the left overs off my plate
Now I have 1 hour until I have to be there

My friend calls to wish me well
She looks gorgeous it’s a lot to take in
I don’t usually kiss and tell
But last night was amazing

Ended up staying the night
Having the most amazing session of passionate love making
Wake up with her by my side
And decided to start dating

What happened next no one needs to know
I don’t need to say
I have nothing more to show
Because this was my perfect day 

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Hear my cry O` Lord ;Listen to my voice.
In pain and sorrow ,I cry unto thee.
My bones are weak and my heart troubled.
Heal me and soothing my heart with your
Viscous oil of joy. Lubricate my soul, lubricate
 my heart and lubricate my body with your loving kindness,
with  everlasting peace ,with good health…and happiness

Do unto me  like you did to  the righteous and servants of old….
The lame walked ,the blind saw ,the sick healed ,the 
Leper cured, the storm stopped ..all by your mighty hands.
Father! Stretch forth thy hand and remove from me ,this
 Blemish ,this mockery ,this pest and this dis..ease! 
For your hand is not too short to save nor too long to grasp, O` Lord.

. Arise O` Lord and put all my foes asunder..
Arise O` Lord and put a stop to my hardship.
Arise O` Lord and mold me into perfection..
Hearken unto my supplication as I bow on my knees.
Lead me O` Lord to my promised land.
Lift me up higher than my enemies..
Let the evil machinations of my foes be like
dust in the air,like the path of a snake on a mountain;
Like  a mirage in the desert..
Bless me with wisdom ,wealth ,joy ,and fruits of the womb;
So that my table will be surrounded with beautiful flowers.
And when I rest ,I SHALL REST in your bosom…

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My new passion is running even though I am older and out of shape
It has begun to grow on me like a sweet vine
It was torture at first and I even talked myself out of the first two miles
Then on the third mile I was home free
The best part of running is giving myself continual pep talks
I pray, solve life’s problems, and try and locate all the cute dogs in my neighborhood
One day a stray dog came and ran a half mile beside me
I named this lil fellow Angel Dog and he has maintained that name for the last four years
Today as I was running I saw a double amputee on the bike path ahead of me
His gait was smooth and steady as though he were born with those artificial limbs
I began to feel my right knee ache and swell and then I glanced over at him
He inspired me beyond compare!
One day in his life would make me appreciate my swollen knee
For at least I have a knee
His were sawed off above that point
He was my hero and as I saw him effortlessly advance toward the main road
Then a new energy emerged in me and I began to dash home
Never looking back to where I had run from
He gave me wind in my wings
He made me forget my pain
He reminded me that this exercising was not in vain
It strengthened more than my legs and gave me stamina
It strengthened my resolve in myself to be a better me

Gwendolen Rix

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GRACE A word defining many things when contemplating meaning perceptions vary with circumstances as we all have our own life experiences in imagery painted as a poised and delicate ballerina who moves with charm and beauty through renowned love story’s girls name meaning “God’s blessing and favor” unconditional love and forgiveness from parents to children as Christians it speaks of God’s unfailing love and mercy generous, free , entirely unexpected and undeserved sacrificial salvation I like to see it as peace of mind in plans and ideation enabled by a higher power that of the only one true God happiness and success like Grace cannot be pursued instead surrender to a greater power and permit it to ensue "Life's experience-love story's to children--sacrificial salvation-true God to ensue" © Kim van Breda—March 2014

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The Broken World

We beheld the beauty of the first garden in originality
Life in its simplicity
An egalitarian world
Needs and wants afar us
We neither pray nor fast to feed belly 
We commune and fellowship face to face
Flesh and spirit is one
Death abortive

The proclaim wisdom acclaimed by man
Hamper it intended mission
Placed us amidst mess
Deviation from the state of merriment, rest, respite, jollity 
Who is to be blame?
The creator, the created perhaps the mediator
The blameless remain irreproachable
They’re will wheel us to this end
Selfish being
End of discussion hope for a new heaven

Behold you are the garden  
The seed to design second palace
Feed the feeble
The tree that shelter the vagabond yet build bridges
The river that giveth life
The Peace that accommodate conflict yet combat evils
You’re second Adam
Special breed ordained to bring heaven on earth

The mediator yet live
It intended mission yet live
Steal, kill and destroy
Girdle your heart and take your position
Now you are gods.
Build your dreamed world 
Habitable for all

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Deep in meditation, I waited.
Breathing slow, soft and deep; I waited.
Then exploded on the inner screen
Such an image of the Divine Matrix
It took my breath away.

There sat I, alone, yoga posed and silent
And from my glowing body spanned
A multitude of galaxies, their webs and strands
Of multiplicit energies, reaching away and beyond
Connecting with lifeforms unimagined.

Each pulsing thread bearing high voltage messages
And deepening awareness of connections within,
As above, so below. 
Suddenly I knew I could generate change,
Be a force for good, love and plenty

Because my threads of life, awareness, love and God Force
Reached out across the universe. 
As I am here, I am there, I am everywhere Present.
The threads of the Matrix weave the web of eternity,
forward and back, all the tomorrows, abundance or lack.

And so, revived, encouraged and conscious
I now can use the threads of the Matrix
To create, transform, transmute and rediscover
All the marvelous pieces of my shattered, scattered selves
into the golden threads of the Matrix. 
Reborn, Renewed.

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Warm to Touch

Warm the touch, gentle the breeze
Guiding the path on which we believe
Fortunes that encumber stand firm to tether

Consume my heart the flames that gather
Upward eyes stare at stars that surround
We blend to belong, hold back our disguise

Fold around endlessly entwined

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A Grain of Sand

If I carried a grain of sand
And I placed it on some distant land
I did this over a billion times
Im still no closer to eternal life

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To live without you

To live without


Is to live without

A sunrise

A sunset

A star filled sky

And music

That lifts the soul

In worship

To live without you

Is to live without

Sensational life

Eyes that see - Ears that hear

The tongue that speaks and tastes

The hand that holds-that touches

A heart that feels-that knows

A mind that can comprehend

The beauty of life- in all its fullness

To live without YOU

Is to live without LOVE

YOU make everything beautiful in my soul


For without YOU I am nothing

And could not perceive anything good

YOU are the inspiration for every love song

The inspiration for every sacred word written

In fact for all of creation - I can only be in AWE

I overflow like a cup filled and pouring over

With the wonder Of YOU

© Brenda V Northeast - 1st of May 2011

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For the first time
I need help
for the first time
my pride took a hike

always rose to top
now I’m not fresh anymore
I seem to flop

my vulnerability
is exposing my inability
to cope with my shortcoming
the truth is
I am going through a power dip

it seems I was brought
down from my high hoarse
in every game
there was a dip
in my scores

there is a loud back fire
in my exhaust
the impact knocked me off coarse
I cannot believe
how many times for help
I have to ask
even the verses
that I write seems lacking…

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We search for it from tunes
oozing out from a violin;
the divine beauty of a clearly, night sky;
the yolk-like appearance of the setting sun…..

The adventure that we poets get into,
is akin to that of searching for the Holy Grail;
exhausting our energy, sanity, and peace,
until we get it.

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You're my Inspiration

You're my inspiration!
Inspiration for being me,
never wanted to do much
until I met you.
You're my inspiration,
the reason why I wanna
get up in the morning
you're my inspiration
for wanting to live,
get up and go to work.
You're the air that I breathe.
You're my inspiration.
You have shown me love,
kindness, and so much more.
You're the reason I
want to call my
Husband til the
day I die.
You're my inspiration,
my inspiration.


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Taekwondo Competition

~~~Taekwondo Competition~~~

Taekwondo is in my blood
Every day I go into battle
I fight millions of fights when I am in my sleep
Sometimes I am challenged by raging demons…

Sparring with ease and gliding through the air
A jumping back pivot kick with the ease of butter
A pick kick is my most lethal weapon
A reverse roundhouse will push my opponent back

In three –three minute rounds of full contact
Anything can and will happen 
At the end of a match the opponents shake hands
All in a day’s brave battle
For five long years undefeated in my area
And now I only fight in my dreams
One day when my youth is restored I will teach other kids 
How to also overcome their demons
And I will help them keep score
All in a day’s brave battle

Gwendolen Rix

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The Willow Tree

I am
The willow tree
I am joy and I am sorrow
I am unmoving but free
I am what everyone is
But what few people can be

I have lived through many days and many years
And I have gained much wisdom and peace just by listening
I have witnessed much laughter and heartbreak
In the flat, flowering field that I stand in
I have had many children swing and tug on my vines
And have felt love and joy as if they were mine

But just because I am wise and old
Does not mean I am not strong
For many years I have withstood raging rains and wicked winds
Like a concrete wall
With my love of life to help me along

So when my time comes to an end
When my curtain is starting to close
I will be tired and spent
But peaceful and content
With the great knowledge that:

I was
The willow tree
I was joy and I was sorrow
I was unmoving but free
I was what everyone is
But what few people can be
I was alive.

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Behind A Closed Door

Shut the door behind me
Shun out the chaotic world
My room is my savior
The only safe haven
Where I can be me

A colorful world surrounds my walls
Comforting me from the hatred outside
Blocking the chaos that slowly seeps through
Trying to get me to fall into despair

Music calms the soul
To drive away the dark
A lullaby for the ears
To drive out the hate

A house full of chaos and dissonance
The only salvation I have here
Lies within my room
That keeps me sane.

They don't know
How fragile I can be
Like a china doll
I can break to pieces.

Don't they know the tears I shed
When they break me down
To the lowest point
When I just can't take it.

Can't they see I deserve my solitude
Just wanting to be left alone
Give me my fair share of silence
So my brain can speak to me.

Don't they understand
The dreams that I have planned
If they just learn to hold thy tongue
Change so I can find a shard of happiness
In a house that's so full of dissonance

If they can't learn to accept the facts
I'll just do things my own way
Won't let them bring me down
They'll never see me cry.

So I'll stand my ground
Staying where I am
Being true to me
Don't care what they say

Stupidity is over-rated
Anger can kiss it
Sadness can just go away
Screaming you need to shut it.

When I'm behind my door
Lost in my own world
There's no need for negativity
Let myself be lost in my imagination
Where my room is my salvation.

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Praise the Lord

Thank You, Lord…
For the love in my heart.
Thank You, Lord…
For the hope in my thoughts.
Thank You, Lord…
For the faith to believe.
Thank You, Lord…
For the moments of peace.
Thank You, Lord…
For the Spring dawn.
Thank You, Lord…
For the freshly mown lawn.
Thank You, Lord…
For the gentle rain.
Thank You, Lord…
For Your amazing grace!!!

Praise the Lord!!!

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Happy Birthday, Dad

 You’ve always been 
An inspiration to me
When I was growing up
You looked like a giant to me
You still do
Like when you were
On the front page
Of the New York Times
I was star struck
I could hardly believe
It was you

You've always been
An inspiration to me
Like when you shook
President Reagan’s hand
I was mesmerized
I still have the picture
After all these years
While meeting celebrities
Is a common occurrence
I was so proud to be
Your daughter
I knew you were 
Somebody important

You’ve always been
An inspiration to me
Like when I visited your
46th street Manhattan apt
For the summer
You took me to your fancy office
At the Radio Advertising Bureau
I was so impressed
You’ve always been
An inspiration to me
I wanted to grow up to be just like you
And even though I have deviated from
Accomplishing my dreams
I still have you as my inspiration
For when I finally succeed 
You’ve always been
An inspiration to me
Not because 
Of any accomplishment
But because you’re my Dad
And because I love you

Happy Birthday!


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And it came to pass

The first rays hit me
Not of the sun but of hope
Hope begat of dreams,
Dreams begat of hope.

After the rain,the sun
Dawn signifies the end of darkness
Or so I heard.
If only wishes were horses
Oh,how I would ride
Ride into the eyes of hope
Hope trumped out of dreams.

But in all, nothingness lives
Futility in all and even in nothing.
Even babes are sure
Of the emptiness of life's fullness.
Futility of dreams.

So many live their dreams 
Or so they say
So many hope of the dreams they wished they lived
Emptiness resides even in the realisation of hope
If only they knew...

Hope will I relinquish not
My dreams will I not forsake.
Call me the dreamer, Merci
Continually will I seek realisations mercy.
To the heavens I raise my plea
Casting all my worries to the deep blue sea.

Dreams bloosoms into hope
Hope at the mercy of time and chance.
Transformed into reality's open gate

Testily I plunge
Plunge into the wiles of realisation
Gradually seeped into accomplishments smugged aura
Snugly enclosed in it's warm embrace
Never to let go.

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Wings of Belief

We were given wings
Though their not seen
Their right there
Without us knowing
Yet we are aware.

Those unaware are grounded
Others begin to notice
They have a choice
To take toward the sky.

At first fear sweeps over
Legs begin to quiver
Heart begins to race
Staring up into space.

First step is always the hardest
As I wonder if I can reach it
To touch the cotton candy clouds
Gaze upon the setting sun.

Will I make it?
I thought to myself
Will I be able
To make it up there
Will this be a piece of cake?

I have to try
For me to fly
Toward the sky
I shall take flight.

Spread my wings
Swallow my fear
Take a breath
Time to take off.

Wings begin to flap
As I feel my body float
Feet no longer touching dirt
I was no longer on Earth.

Slowly I open my eyes
And to my surprise
I was high above
Endless sky surrounds me
The land below was smaller.

This must be what its like
To feel so free and bold
Once fear was discarded
There was no more worry.

With these wings
So strong and beautiful
There's nothing hold me back
I'm free to fly where I please.

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Sandalwood dreams

Incense mists rise from
the beautifully decorated altar
bowls of prasadam
bananas, apples, bright oranges
offered at Your Lotus Feet
Vedic hymns
hypnotic, chants flood
the prayer room
I gaze through the smoke and fog
my eyes tightly shut
sound asleep
feels like aeons
how I pray to awaken
at long last

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The Mystery of the Owl

Owls are such an interesting breed of birds
What are they thinking?
Do they ponder the mysteries of the world with just a simple blink?
….It just makes me stop and think….

What actually goes on in the mind of an owl?
Do they ponder the perplexity of mankind?
Do they measure the amount of evil?
I say owls are the most intelligent of birds 
And they have been stolen as a symbol of evil
For there is nothing truly evil about an owl
They are the most sacred of all the birds in heaven
Surely if you ever met one in the heavenlies
He would have an opinion on this matter

No Bohemian Grove ceremony!
No child sacrifices to Lucifer!
An owl in all of his wisdom would fly as far away from this evil!

When you arrive in the heavenlies and stand before the Creator
You will learn of the mysteries including the mystery of the owl
An owl is a loving friend that sits on the shoulder of our Creator
You can even have one as a friend if you pray hard enough

So the next time you consider an owl
Remember this quaint little story 
Remember that everything upon this earth is truly not what it seems
For in the book of Matthew it is written, Ask and It Shall Be Given
For this is how I learned of the MYSTERY OF THE OWL!


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Thinking Outloud

I'm stuck in a world where nothing seems right
Cold and miserable in strength but base is a fright 
Do not give up on hope, we can all resist and cope
With the responsibility of the well being 
You don't have to trust but just believe me
I needed support like this to free me 
Now I'm in disbelief of what has occurred
Look up at the sky and i see the birds
Gliding not realizing the beauty of the world
Beauty in disguise 
We see it everyday as we rise
All but none applies 
Complies to what we are putting to waste
Taken into consideration but never embraced
Looked upon but evaded like a hole in a street
Beauty all around confound
And we act like the 8th wonder hasn't been found
It's not coincidence that we exist
I will not stop to persist what has not been dismissed
Thinking out loud because I have vowed
Aimed for the rotating population 
Or maybe just my inner crowd

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yes this may seem similar
or may sound the same
but inspiration has stuck me
in so many different way
i was inspired
by this girl i admired
to keep n moving
and never give up
in doing so
i got other hipped up
they were inspired by me
i dont think this would ever happen 
or it wont come occasionally
but after time
i had to realize
that i made a difference
in the others eyes
i showed them what was like
me a beaten down boy 
problems beyond the physical state
making a difference
and show new ways
to think of life
and to never back down
i was literally one man down
i was always sad or in a mood
but she changed my life
by giving me food
not food literally
like mentally
she said if i could be a scientist
i would be the greatest
and if i were an racer
i would be the fastest
and if you wanted to me the boss
you could do it with out a sound
inspiration is a key to life
you live off of it
with out even noticing
it is there always
so this is the meaning
when your inspired 
you inspire
and thats how the web works
but a bit smaller
it starts small
but become big in the end
soo keep on moving
keep you heart pumping
for you always inspire some one else
with out even noticing.
she changed me
to become happy
now i change others 
to be like me
not in the down fall
or over the edge
to be happy with live
and dont let it end
you keep some one from inspiring
if you stop writing
or doing what you do
some inspiration is lost
when you stop being you
be yourself
and do as you must
for you inspire other
to become like you

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Always You

You, always been you
the fire within my soul
the light of my mind,
is you.
the happiness of my heart
the beauty of my life
you, always been you.

~cve~ 01-20-15

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Lightest of the brightest Priceless and worthless Least of the lowly Crowded and lonely Newmerica A kind word up oldcrupt It all burns down huground Newmerica Usedtobecans Newmericans Virtuquired Datalives Newvolved digihives Newmericans Dearhear a dreamveiw Knowsaw memberyou Newmerican

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Tenuous Miracles

I watched her crumpling up the paper with her eyes,

throwing away emotions that regret tainted with scribbled ink.

To her, her words were never enough;

pleading emotions spilled out of mascara plastered tear ducts, 

as the evolution of catharsis opened up the spout to her soul,

and I watched black rain, amazed by the subtle beauty

of a quiet girl’s inhibition plucking itself apart. 

She was trying so hard,

to manifest poetry with a used up ink pen;

words half written left indentations on the paper

…between us, I could feel the rest sinking into my skin.

She tried so hard.

Too hard.

It would never be enough, not to her. 

She wanted her words to grip the wounds

of the Earth, and piece them back together

with silken metaphors, and velvet prose. 

I think she thought it would make her feel alive again. 

But what she didn’t realize was, 

she didn’t need to write those feelings,

not today, not in that tattered journal 

marked “Tenuous Miracles” .. 

In that moment, she was the miracle. 

She was poetry;

living and breathing


And I had the other half of her story

tucked within me, waiting to be read. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Hanging on
A thin bending stem
A little bumblebee
Refuses to fall.

Wind blows stronger,
Even tighter he clings, 
Determined not to lose.

Tenacity is rewarded
As he buries his head
Within the crimson heart
Of a delicate rose
And extracts
The sweetest
Richest, golden nectar. 

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Bouquet of Stars

I followed your voice…
I followed your voice…
With a bouquet of stars in hand
I followed your voice
I followed it with all of my heart
You approve of the gift,
I knew you’d understand

I followed His distinct voice…
It sounds so familiar
It’s very impressive and peculiar
Swarm around me
Swarm around me
Swarm around me, crowds that scream cheerfully 
Don’t make a sound…
Don’t make a sound…
Don’t make a single buzz, you buzzing bee

Don’t chase away our vibrant victory
You can share it with us…if you’d only listen to me
Listen to me
I won’t mind handing you a portion of ecstasy  
A portion of ecstasy 
A bouquet of stars 

Forget and forgive the past, making you feel like a dark shade

Are you feeling like the dark shade of gray?

You’re almost turning black,
Like a star losing its radiance 
White is the color you lack  
White is the color you need to lighten up 
White is the color you’re required to have
To be as optimistic as a baby, 
Experience life for the first time ever

I know you’ll always live in my heart forever 

In my heart forever
In my heart forever 
Like a bouquet of stars 
You’ll remain in my heart forever
In my heart forever
In my heart forever 
In your ruby heart, 
Your priceless emotions 
Change constantly like weather 

You’re a story that I’ve read 
When I lay comfortably on my somewhat neat bed
I’ve read you many, many times already

I’ve noticed a difference in you…

Please forgive me for being too carefree!

I’ll chase after you like a cat,
Trying to catch the rat
Trying to catch the rat…
But ends up falling head first on the soft mat
Trying to catch the rat…
Trying to catch the rat 
By the tail…but it later becomes a fail 

Our friendship will never decay or become stale

Like milk that gets left on the counter for days…
Have I ruined your self-esteem? 

If I did, I would throw all the blame on me and scream! 

Throw the blame on me
Throw the blame on me
I don’t care, you see?

I’ve been scattering everywhere like cheerios on the kitchen floor
Like pieces of a special, china cup on the kitchen floor

But, you piece me altogether

Like a bouquet of stars
Like completing a puzzle
Like healing a bunch of scars
Like solving a silly, difficult riddle

Don’t lose contact with me…
Don’t lose contact with me…
Don’t give up on me…
Find me in the fields of roses, growing wildly
There are plenty of them to pick from
Go ahead and take some home with you

Don’t look the other way or head back to the city
I don’t want to ruin our friendship anymore
Don’t make me feel self-pity
Don’t walk away from the problem – I want us both to soar
To soar with elegance and splendor 
I want to spend the rest of my life with you for sure

I want you to never lose faith in me

Never lose faith in me
Never lose faith in brighter days

Never stop perking up bouquet of stars
Rearrange them and make them look nicer
It must take effort and practice to make them look neater
Are you a professional florist? I’d give you 5-stars!

Never lose confidence in Him…
Or you’ll never receive such high praise

What about you give him this exquisite gift
I bet He’ll cherish your bouquet of stars 

I wish you the best of luck 
The best of luck
The best of luck 
In your future findings

Open up your heart to me 
Keep fighting the good fight

Fight until you discover delight,

You elevating, striking starlight

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Who am I? I’ve lost myself
Insane and it could cost my health
These people are acting like they’re worried
I asked for a hand you’re just going to act like you forgot to help

You want to know why I’m acting weird and moving oddly?
And staying a way from these human bodies?
I said “no let me go” but it refused and got me
Now I’m owned by the illuminati

I’m now a puppet for the evil eye
Living the people’s lie
Never again will I be me
Arghhh please someone come and free me

Only allowed to eat pizza cause it’s triangle shaped
This is a blessing and a curse
I’m getting sick of something I love and losing faith
I have “L” in my name and so does Illuminati this is how it works

The illuminati wrote this
And forced me to post it
Everyone will be kidnapped by the illuminati if they quote it
Oh wait I was meant to sue invisible ink so the page wouldn’t show it

How could anyone believe in something so idiotic?
I’d rather make fun of you all and use it as a poetry topic
Man I’m just kidding with you all while telling you how I feel
Stop being so gullible the illuminati isn’t real 

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Hidden Whispers

Hidden Whispers

Quiet shadows cast their reign
On unsuspecting travelers
Their journey neither beginning nor at its end
Launched by the swells and the currents
Long patterned before we came upon this shore.
With a cadence announcing for all to witness
Conjured by the weight of sovereign shores. 
Dispatched by excuses words left empty 
The promise to restore.

With storm driven tide this past year rambled throughout its course bringing sorrow upon sorrow to the least of which was most. 

Fatigue leaves such travelers alone in their plight.
Empty eyes and lost horizons envy this flight.

Hope, hope upon hope that this too will end
Like closing a door to find the open window
Working too hard resting too soft.
Exhausted, depleted, empty.

Again hidden whispers bring the silence of truth to fore. 
Bringing lessons of peace and honour a more.
Of Love and Faith 

Faith the grass will grow, the birds will sing, the sun will shine but most of all the people will once more waken from the cold dark place of winter dreams to rise again renewed.
JR Twaddell (c) 2004 

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Artists Prayer

Where are all the great patrons Throw me a hook you fishers of men That I might be caught and eaten by the audience beyond the footlights That my blood be spilled on pages and canvas in prescribed portion Afford me the flame of arrogance to believe that my own hand in the fire of creation touches wonder and maybe God himself

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Voyage across the stars

Snowy field full of cold whispers,
Lies and truth all but disappear,
A voyager endeavors to find a path,
Years spent in an agonizing search,
The white of snow blankets all that can be seen,
The path seems lost,
not even a place for the weary voyager to lean,
He then looks up to the stars , stars dancing in defiance of night,
Within the vast dark sky, stars shine pure and bright,
Above all humanity and the earth itself, their sparks spread a hopeful light,
The voyager's heart fills with hope and determination,
Stars, one of the smallest of god's creations
Like the stars that find their path despite the burden of dark skies,
The voyager musters his strength, to find his path and face what lies..

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The Other Language

There are words that avoid the paper,
That hides from the pen,
That detest the ink,
That cannot be typed down,
That I cannot grasp

That is my heart,
That speaks without letters,
That still comes to life,
That articulates when let so,
With the language it invented,
With a vocabulary that is pumped through my blood.

© Gry W Christensen

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Crimson Tears part 1

                                                          Crimson Tears
                                                                Pt 1
Hello, my name is Jehovah, better known as God the Father, Jesus the Christ and the Holy Spirit. 
Listen closely to my words for even the demons fear it.
I cried a tear for you today, believe me thousands fell.
My heart was crying out to you while I was in the bowels of hell.
I was the one that was put to shame, they spit upon my face.
I took not only your sins but those of the human race.
I gave my life so you could be saved, so you’ll never know the sting of death,
hell and of the grave.
I’ve broken the chains of bondage I even set you free.
I have given you everything, all you’ve asked of me.
I’ve given you power to obtain all wealth, wisdom strength and excellent health.
I’ve given you all of your hearts desires. I’ve done this because there is none higher.
I cried a tear for you today, have you cried on for me?
Was that your flesh or your heart when you feel upon your knees.
They whipped my back, they smote my face.
It should have been you but I took your place.
I cried a tear for you today believing with my Father that you would be saved.
It’s because of you I was made life.
A spotless bride, I want to make you my wife.
I’ve given you someone unlike any other
 with a love that is stronger than that of a brother.
I cried a tear for you today, although thousands fell
Our Father heard my tears for you, now in your heart I will dwell.
Now you are more than a conquer, you rank supreme.
I’ve given you a crown and made you a king.
A peculiar person of the human race, this you can know by the glow on your face.
I told you a story in the book of Matthew that many are called but chosen are few.
You cried a tear with me today, although thousands fell.
The one tear you did cry, won a soul from hell.

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The whirlpool
of confusion tries to sink it,
but it firmly remains afloat

The winds of logic try to blow
its supernatural nature away,
but it still remains firm like an oak tree

The flames of selfish ends
try to burn it into bursting flames,
but it still remains fresh and beautiful

The sands of time try to hide it,
but its essence of Truth resurfaces
in our hearts, regardless of our culture
and beliefs we are born in

By: Teddy Kimathi

Choice of Motif: Philosophical

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living proof

Good can come from bad and I’m living proof
Came from a family of addicts, yet drugs is something I didn’t do
You have to gain strength from the pain given you
This isn’t poetry this is the written truth

Made mistakes but my actions were always honourable
My life has always been drama full
But I learnt to pick myself up from a fall
Got told I’d be dead by 21, the fact I’m still here is phenomenal

I became fearless by removing my commonsense
People get offended cause maybe my honesty is too much for them to comprehend
But I’d rather people dislike me than to just sit on the fence
But I hope some lost souls find courage from my strength

I used to hope for my dad until I realised I didn’t need fathering
I look back and don’t show any regret over any of our arguments
My strength & ability to bounce back has always been my only guardian
I look at all the scars that I survived & smile when life gets hard again

I’m still a tortured artist, not writing fairytales or child books
Abandoned by parents, raised in care, ex self-harmer with depression
Came from a place I wasn’t sure I’d ever know how a smile looks
But now I smile every time I see my reflection

It wasn’t long ago that I was at rock bottom
Thought I’d never be found like I was a lost problem
But the sky’s the limit and I’m about to go through the roof
Good can come from bad and I’m living proof 

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one day we will see light

one day we will see light
darkness will melt and our 
love will be the heater

one day we will enter the 
center and remove the splinter
that flares up the eye of winter

when we still ourselves in the
depths of the wondrous vibes,
ascended we will be in my that 
flawless forever that is indeed so 
hard to find

the tears of joy will come.....and so will we....

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The commanding officer with forceful strode
Beleaguered by the blizzard, nonstop we rode
In the sweeping expedition within deserts
Heavy masses on our back with an extraordinary load
Once an unyielding fortitude, now walking on with backs bowed
Reasoning with intellects bearing
Casting nuisance in a foreign tongue, sheep’s following the goad
Plead with the omnipotence to forgive their malicious seeds sowed
Looking up to the 7th heaven, screening the supremacy of Karma.

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It seems like just yesterday we were whooping 
to Whitney Houston and crying to Luther vandross
for some yesterday goes further back and involves 
black and white tv and cell phones that were as big as cats.
yesterday can be a painful thing to take for some. 
some Of us have lost are family and friends. Lost there home to natural disaster.
or looked in a mirror and thought why I am I no longer beautiful.
this is why we say live everyday as if it was your last cause yesterday goes by so fast.
well remember always the tears of joy and the tears of sorrow but can we remember 
and simply let yesterday be yesterday.
are we capable getting over break ups,forgiving ourselves for past mistakes,and 
not letting fear move us away from what yesterday can not offer us. relief.
it seems like just yesterday. We were whooping to Whitney Houston and crying to 
Luther vandross that's okay for to do that still but do and know things lie ahead that 
are good.and you don't need to forget the past to see the future

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struggling writer

I put my heart, soul, life and pain into what I write
Going over every lyric, rewording every line
Sitting with my pad and pen all day and night
It’s got me going out of my mind

Staring at these walls at 4 in the morning hoping for inspiration
I want to be one of the greatest poets
My pad is staring at me and my pen is waiting
I just got a line, but don’t know weather to erase or show it

Forcing myself to believe I have writers block
Nothing I write is good enough
My thoughts are lost
I’m about to snap this pen, & rip up this poetry book

I want to be Eminem when he wrote Stan
I’m just trying to be the best 
A tortured artist and broke man
Looking at all the unfinished poems I left

I most probably said I’d finish them later
Now I hate myself for it
Surrounded by scribbled out rhymes, and scrunched up paper
As I can’t get anymore writ

I’ve talked about my battle with depression so much
I need a new topic; I’ve said my parents weren’t there when I had to grow up
Put every relationship & break-up out there for the world to see
So now it’s no longer just between the girl and me

I always cared even when I said I didn’t
Been honest about my flaws, mistakes self-harm and pain
Should I have kept it hidden?
Is this a back-step form how far I’ve came

Has poetry helped me so much I’ve became too reliant?
When people belittle me it makes me feel like a giant
Poetry is my only way to prove people wrong
Don’t let this be the end of my triumph

A struggling writer who’s still so passionate
Trying to make every line perfect
Every word and poem immaculate
I just hope my heart, soul, life and time’s worth it 

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Written: by Tom Wright January 2015 Hope is that distant light That frequently, Only you can visualize. And is spent, Only when the keeper of the gate, Takes your keys. Only man without breath Is without hope Tom

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God Winked

The sun rose today;
	His golden rays pierced my heart,
		Filling me with peace.

The birds sang today;
	Setting my feet dancing,
		Igniting me with joy.

The wind blew today;
	Sweeping away my cares,
		Cleansing my soul.

The earth turned today;
	Grounding my thoughts,
		Strengthening my faith.

The Stars shined tonight;
	Filling me with awe and wonder,
		Preparing me for eternal sleep.

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Ultima Thule by Jimmy Boom Semtex

ISBN: 978-1-326-14210-0

from my new book under my pen name

Living in a world of memories. I remember our holidays in the Lake District in my auntie's cottage. Going to mountain warplane crashes, visiting the lakes, climbing real mountains and seeing quaint villages and towns. 
Driving there in my dad's Avenger and later on, his Lada. Seeing RAF jets fly low in the valleys. For a while, thinking I'd do that one day. Eating Kendal Mint Cake, hard on the teeth, great on the gut! Give me some more.
Collecting all manner of stones; pebbles off St Bee's beach, minerals from Goldscope mines, slate from Whinlatter quarry and a dozen other things from the Mother Earth. Was this where my love of the natural world started?
Those meaningful 70s and 80s holidays faded into my youth. My 20s, 30s and early 40s passed. Decades stealing my memories, eroding their sharpness. But not taking the feeling in my heart. One day I will day return.

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Drifting tones of Selfless love

It’s in the whispers of sound that you think you hear in the wind;
And in the rains that fall like tears that could bring new life.
And as the lightening precedes the thunder it can be so loud
That you think it may be announcing a message too impossible to conceive.
    And my tears rush out pouring down my face;
    Sadden by the thought of knowing that I let so many chances slip by
    And knowing it wasn’t just me that was let down.
    And the rain it comes and new life grows but I wish.
Once lightning did strike me in my heart; 
And the thunder sent a message to my mind that unfortunately never flowered;
But in a dream I had we were harmonizing together somewhere in the clouds;
And creation clapped for us so loud it sounded like thunder.

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Tested Hope

It is when the Allies thought that the Nazis
would win the war, at one moment.

It is a Cancer patient thinking that her future
to live is bleak, only to break through the chemotherapy.

It is a child fearing to drown in a swimming pool,
only to find himself swimming without help.

It is a writer being haunted by “writers’ block” for days,
later managing to publish a bestsellers book.

It is you losing hope on humanity,
only to realize that you are one of the realized souls,
destined to guide mankind to the path of light.

Name: Teddy Kimathi

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I have contemplated this fog,
only to step foot in a delusion.
Unknowingly, I walk through the halls
whilst bleeding a deep, merciless tar.

I cannot return to the previous room;
the fog makes me sightless.

My only option: to bleed this noble 
tar through my actions, anonymously,
as within a lost thought.
The thought, as a moth is to light.

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Nick Rush 

When it’s late enough to hear locusts love, east of altarwise, humming. You can see the somber moon fading away, sunshine is duly coming. The sun grows ever-eager now, as dusk is blending night with day, the moon has since been running; west of altarwise, hear the bees humming. As you soak it all in, wave hello to the moon, bid goodbye to sun. Finding that contrast is the beat of lifes drum; north of altarwise, hear the birds hum. When your days are rife with constant strife, before you know it, smiles will rise. Just like darkness turns to light, then begin to balance as one; when you feel the vibrations from the altarwise-hum, you finally hear, what love can become. The sun leaves lovely traces, as vibrant hues leak, outlining great peaks, as it’s dragged underneath. True beauty immense, for only a peek; soon superb sunsets morph into the bleak. It’s the voyage of life; calm waves become storms, highs turn to lows, an uneven sum. Still we all shine on, like our bright moonlight, though the dark side outruns some. Follow the lucent lights pointing south, to jokers amused at the altarwise-hum.

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butterflies in a box

i had a dozen butterflies in a shiny pink box
every day i would peek to see if they were doing okay
i would gently lift the lid and try not to let a single one out
i held them oh so gingerly
when i lifted the cover of the box 
i saw the most beautiful light surrounding the butterflies
it was a light of happiness
a light of new promises

the light within the box had an unusual power
it overtook my heart and i began to sing
it was a song that i had never heard before
a song of enchantment 
a song of eternal peace
it was as though the Creator came and deposited
a massive amount of joy within me
i was overcome with emotion and tried to close the lid
but the power of its contents was too great to bare
i could not close the lid all the way
i asked the Creator to help me in closing the lid
he said, “ i wanted to allow a few butterflies out to give you a glimpse of your future”
he then took the lid and closed it for me for a short time
he promised to return another day and remove the lid permanently
humbled in His presence I thanked Him for His eternal love
the gifts of the Creator are priceless

Gwendolen Rix

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With Little Dream in Her Heart

With little dream in her heart
She took long journey
Motivated by higher spiritual plateau
Like slave longing for her her dignity
Her goal known to the moon and the the stars
Her companions through winters' rainy nights
While listening to sounds of her own flute
Moving from one sphere to another
From one farm to the next
From one village to another
Wishing for miracles with happy ending,
And hoping to meet the stranger in her dream
Find the missing piece to take to the dream place,
Where dreams do come true
Unaware her little dream-
-Is bigger than she could imagine
Coming alive with drops and drops of inspirations
Even beyond cities not included in her list
Helping the poor to cheer their dreams
And with little dreams in their hearts
They began their journeys
Looking for streams upon the mountains 
Where hopes come flowing every morning

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Her and Her

They dismiss the colorfulness of curiosity
Shaming its beautiful individuality

Shackled by confines of bounded paper
Stories are manipulated as fact, and passed on for generations 
Confusion sets in as attacking inner voices
Destroy their self worth 

Hiding behind illusions and confessionals   
They pray for forgiveness, or a way out 

Until one night from across the lawn their eyes met
Vibrating emotions pulsed through every fiber of their body

Standing still the earth waited patiently for someone to react 
Inching closer her nerves shook

“She’s the one” a voice said
And she was

Illusions were replaced with reality
And forgiveness was replaced with gratitude 

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The way home

He tapped the keys in his pocket
as the sound of the music moved 
them both down the highway. 
Streetlights painted the way
forgivingly, and eased the 
He would be home soon,
back to the place where 
she had first retrieved 
this man
             and in slightly better tune.
Sometimes all you need is a good friend,
and a radio.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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I tried to hold my breath,
lacing plastic together with curdled finesse. 
Days of remnants rolled around in a heap
and awaited it’s pallbearer. One final destination.
A graveyard necessary for human greed. 
I guess everything has an expiration date.
We find these things, and love them
desperately until they die.
Enjoy it’s taste or fiddle with its edges. 
We soak ourselves in their worth,
and hope it settles in our stomachs.
We need to know it’s money well spent.
We have to make ourselves believe that
we won’t end up alongside everything we’ve bought.
Like we’re something greater.
And yet, we will still rot under the same dirt
that we place the husks of our misguided and fickle creations beneath.
Burn me when I die,
I want to fly on the wind 
and escape the sin that I’ve been living in.
I want to visit the trees and breath new air.
I want to be better than I’ve been.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved

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burning bridges

Life is my ghost-writer
I’m burning bridges so don’t be surprised if you see lighters
Bare with me I’m burning the bridges gradually
Take what you want but let me keep my originality
Had to learn this systematically
Even thought the talent was given naturally
I paint pictures, look at my words and you’ll vision galleries
Some people get lost in change; I’m not talking about a missing salary
I’m burning bridges there’s no better time than the present
My hearts been through hell but my mind is in heaven
Please let me go blind for a second
So I can’t judge by her looks I’ll only know what I hear
So it’s my heart and not something else deciding if she’s worth having here
Cause people aren’t always as beautiful as they appear
I had to find that with depression
After all the heart-break and tears
I realised my mind is a blessing
And I no longer need to fear
Some people aren’t designed to see progression
I can’t rewind now I’m forgetting
Being kind, nice and pleasant
Is sometimes a flaw as people feel they can take advantage
Say they care but they’re speaking with a fake language
That’s why I’m careful with who I shake hands with
The people in your life make sure they’re all worth you
That’s why I have a small circle
If you do me wrong
I’ve got no problem with moving on
Play with fire and you get burnt
So if you try and cross my burning bridge
Your lesson will be learnt
And you’ll regret what you did
I’ve got a few ex’s who text me
Some I broke up with, some who left me
They say “can we start again”
“Alex I want to give you my heart again”
I laugh it off as I don’t know how to take the text
But it has me wondering will someone please date my ex?
Someone who’ll treat her right, give her all she needs
Just please get her to stop calling me
I’m not going to use the term B****es
But I’m here to burn bridges
Not going down a path I’ve been before
Since I came up with this game plan I’ve been winning more
I limited the people who gave me limits
I’m burning bridges 

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Love is as Strong as Death

My desire is boiling molten lava
it erupts when the taste
of your name slips through my thoughts
It is contrary to what I have believed
I have been struck by its arrow
and the curse     and it's shaft drives deeply
I have fought the thoughts
but they crush me like the arms of a man
I am powerless before them
and it's flow is towards you
unwanted or not they dominate me
like the curse    that was given upon exile
from it's face
and has struck the hearts of all womankind
I have held it at bay for so long
embanked      unable to flow freely
You have torn down the dam
I know not how         I am engulfed drowning
I seek to stem    it's flow
redirect it's course       but it sears me
It has awakened me from a dead sleep
I know not if I will allow it to stay
as I am powerless in the face of it
For I know it's source       and it's end
will flay me alive as a pyre
Those so consumed are driven by it's mind
and I know it means my death in exchange for life
I desire the smoke of it 
to drive you away            as the animals 
flee before a fire in the forest 
but I hope you will face it down 
and put it out and release me 
You have undamed something
beyond my control      without the walls
and shields that were built
to keep such a thing contained
and confined          but I am fascinated
as I look upon it like a child
I want to touch it and abandon caution
I am afraid      of it
its as the floodgates of heaven
and can never be fully emptied
a fine scalpel has pierced my heart
and it bleeds      even as it continues to beat
a pain I think only women can know
banked embers have ignited a wildfire
and my heart is engulfed in it's flames 
Never have I felt such overwhelming
powerful emotion , All I have felt for
man is that gentle affection easily put
down        as easily as eros . Why is this
so threatening that I am unable to resist
bowing before it ...and it's flow remains
unabated         I have waited to see if it will
ebb      but it's constant          with an ebb
I think I could defeat it          but do I want to 
Nothing on the planet         compares to it's presence

COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Modern Proverb 3

~*~ kindness needs not financial endowment nor does it require intelligence ~*~

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Poet Drown

You can see it in a drowned man’s eyes In the pawn shop window I just passed Frosty truths that come to the table uninvited The poet and the truth Face to face, one whistles, one listens The napkins fill with cognitive snapshots The poet drowns in words Just wanting to say something Or hear it said at all The dying words from a poet’s mouth Blow about in autumn color Drifts and piles that shape the years of practice What's worth saying has to be said by someone So a poet goes looking and would suppose That words rubbed together right would produce Word museum sentences ripe with meaning Phantasms haunting great books and minds Torches lighting the way for all The poet takes aim and fires At the fog of meaning He tugs at God’s coat tail

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Blinking Away The Ugliness

If I squint my eyes just right,

I see the good that surrounds most evil,

Absorbing it within sponges of compassion,

Many things started out so sweet then turning so sour,

Well made intentions becoming such messy beds,

The hate living in minds only because of love,

To which it owes its very existence,

Must be hell to live with it in heads tiny quarters,

No place to run but out of angry eyes and mouths,

Blazing trails that lead only to eventual sorrow,

No matter how long you live it will surely die,

Roads to destruction leading to dead ends of life, 

Spirit waiting to carry all who care to beauty,

Eye lash brooms sweeping away tears to clear the way,

Melting into cheeks that were always meant to smile.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved 

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before i die

I’ve never had a fear of death
I don’t look over my shoulder
Even when I hear footsteps
I just hope I fulfil all my wishes before it’s over

There are a lot of things I wish I could unsee
But I didn’t allow the bad times to become me
I tried to make the best out of the worst situations I could
Bad times are what make the good times so good

So I feel stupid now that I focused so much on the bad
I wish I got a chance to grow up with my dad
I wish me and my whole family had a better relationship
But I’m here to clear my heart not make a wish

Mina right now I’m a writer lost for words
To describe how much you mean to me
You’re that valuable it’s impossible to tell you your worth
Somehow you still saw the best in me when I was at my worst

You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met
To have you love me I know I’m blessed
As one of your friends let me tell you, no many ill ever be good enough for you
Always value our friendship even though I have a secret crush on you

To the people who read my poetry, I hope I delivered hope to you
Maybe some of my words fixed the broke in you
To the people going through the same things
Focus on the good and not what the pain brings

Truthfully I wouldn’t have made it this far if it wasn’t for Eminem’s music
Growing up as a kid in care I was clueless
His lyrics spoke to me
Gave me a reason to fight and helped with the growth of me

I never want my loved ones to think of my death as a tragedy
Just smile and remember the good times you had with me
Just know I loved you all and enjoyed your company
I hope I die rich so I can make sure all of you live comfortably 

Everyday there will be more to write
I just hope I say it all before I die
I’ll write a second part to this in a few years time
While I’m here, smile and laugh lets leave the tears behind

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Back from the dead: Individuality

Individuality-noun, Total characterization peculiar to and distinguishing an individual from another.
In a word full of close minded ways and being yourself never stays. Change yourself for a peers embrace just to be accepted into a world of similarity. Why can’t anyone just be themselves? Give up your own ways to be seen differently from people who will never really see you the way you want to be seen. Everyone giving up what they believe in to have friends.

I think everyone should be themselves. Who should care what others think? You are yourself, always believe, no matter what you think, all they will do is deceive. Your life is your own, your time to see, no matter what you do the people around you will never act the way you think. Lie to you, stab you in the back.

I’ve had the unfortunate opportunity to see this personally. My whole life I had tried to be myself as much as I can, no matter how much of a reject, I spend my time around fake friends, who talk of nothing but girls, drugs or alcohol. All around everyone is associating themselves with fakes. Is it worth changing who you are for someone you don’t fit in with? High school is a complicated time, full of sociality instead of school. I believe finding yourself is what high school should be about, but in this time of judging people for who they are, how can someone decide who they want to be, when other people choose it for them?

I believe being yourself is the most important asset a person has. Being yourself means dressing the way you want to, talking the way you want to, acting however you want, without caring about the way other people judge you. If someone chooses to go out of their own way just to judge you for the way you are, then it just means someone has done the same thing to them. They are just treating you the way they are treated. Let people judge you just the way you are, because chances are they are the kind of person who just wants to be like you. Don’t let yourself be bullied over something as silly as your individuality.

In a world full of close minded ways; and being yourself never stays, why can’t we all just be ourselves? Instead of all one of the same? Don’t give up your own beliefs for someone else. Your life will be better off that way.

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The Expression of My Poetic Testimony

i never become a victim of my trials' aftermaths
i choose to shake them all off and allow the calmness of my sanity to guide me
where that direction has taken me untied the noose that stunted my personal growth
steady i do go, and the True Vibes Of Positivity flow smoothly under the soles of my feet
where i am Truly Blessed is where my WonderFull God doth taketh  me....
All Colours Shine Brighter even in inevitable days of clouds and gloom
as a Direct Result, i eventually become a representative of The Latest Example....
an extension to My Self Knowledge Gained, easier is The Expression of My Poetic Testimony....

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Till the Morn

A cool stillness within the air, 
Stirring of awareness within
I open my eyes to see you there.

Within a fingertip reach,
Yet I can not move
This moment to savor and keep.

Muscles ripple under, 
A soft snowy coat
A voice like thunder.

Silvery mane and tail,
Arch of the gods-
Yet soul so frail.

Oceanic lightened eyes,
Protector of all
Hearing my broken cries.

Wings settle upon your back,
Kneeling beside me-
As night creeps thick and black.

Till light comes once again,
Beckoning you forth
My believed friend.

Though as we dream,
Within these words
Night birds scream.

Into the lands we once knew,
My darling Pegasus
It's heaven for me and you.

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Live to Breathe

Have you ever been a stranger to your own mind, a pioneer of your own time? Did you waste a second pretending to be dead when you could have been living? Tell me what it’s like to live, to live in your cage, your stage. Tell me the secrets that lie between the bars and past the stars. Let me know what it’s like to walk in your shoes and sing your sad blues. Bring me a new measurement of what time once was without the one you loved; without your mom, your friend, your brother, or your heart. Cry for me, my shoulders hold yours and a thousand tears. Scream to me, about all your fears and all your anger from those who did you wrong. Breathe, breathe, and sweep up the memories you once lost long ago. You forgot how to swing on a swing or how to dance in the rain. Don’t be afraid to get wet when it rains because the sky just wants you to look up again. Remember that children still play like you once did. And I still stay, listening to you because I want you to fight for what is yours. You are yours, no one else’s and if anything this social media has taught me is that they lie. I will not lie. You are beautiful because you breathe, you are wonderful because you are alive, and you are unique because your eyes tell me a story. So look up, be the pioneer of your time. Live to breathe.

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Historiography Poesy

Historiography is no job for the coward.
if you are doubtful, locomate to the “cow ward”.
Summon Ibn Bantuta, Jan vansina, Samuel Johnson and Cicero ,
they all know history is made in every scenario.

“What is history” , written and tailored by E.H Carr.
Written tradition will help for I intend to carve.
Great historians filter out myth and fables,
but illusions,monocausal explanations ,and lack of chronology still on their table.

Written sources is our Cinderella,
But in trail, historians is our helper,
cos they will shelter our history for the better,
And also help them out of their obscurity coma.

History will be kind to me for I intend to wright it.
Walter Rodney, Marx, Al-Tabari and other great historians like me are all at it.
Hit at it, achieve it and breath,
cos written history brings us out of the heat.

“Not knowing what took place before you were born is to remain forever child” … says Cicero.
Get matured, grow, flow and know,
as you lay your head on your pillow.
history is an unending dialogue between the past and the present, hope you know.

Sammy Kyle the historian , the poet, oh yes! i am.
Will not stop learning as I need no ladder to climb a can.
Historians are radicals they say, we brag! oh! yes we are
And for ever will I ride on because there is a reason behind the name kyle.

Sammy Kyle

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Our caravan from afar off, finally, noisily pulled into the parking lot,
The crunching gravel ‘neath the tires, heralded our arrival.
We all had been excitedly chatting, about our destination, our work, our aid.

We hurriedly bounded out of our transport, tired, yet excited, exhilarated.
We immediately began the tasks at hand; unpacking, organizing, setting up.
We were readying for the work, when you bounded into our midst.
Your eyes sparkled, your smile was infectious, although, marred 
by the need for dental work, which matched the need for a shampooing,
Of your scraggly blond hair, and more patching of your frayed jeans, 
Although, they probably could use no more;
Just like your scuffed cardboard lined, oversized shoes,
you were wearing/sliding along, could be repaired no more.
And not surprising your faded shirt was missing most of its buttons
which apparently were long gone. But you were such a resilient angel
You could not dare care.

You merely brightened our day, hanging around,
following us around, eagerly all around us, as you stole our hearts.
Then as suddenly as you appeared, you bounded out the door
and disappeared into the evening night . . . 

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Renewed Purpose

Life is short,
Fame and fortune i sought,
Only grief and chaos it brought,
One mornings wake, my mind harbored a thought,
To live a fruitful life and to use all talents god gifted unto me,
Looking forward with renewed purpose , i slumber with humble ambitions,
the same that great men so passionately sought...

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Beautiful Creature

Beautiful Creature
Kiara Lebel

The bruises on the surface area
The broken pieces beneath the chest
The blemishes on the thighs
This is a beautiful creature

This human is unique
The smile from redemption
This human is as substantial as the next
This is a beautiful creature

The soft tone, but the loud screams
The monster hiding inside
The distant look inside the eyes
This is a beautiful creature

The tears that flow like a river's current
The stares that only the nights owl has to offer
The brain full of catastrophe
This is a beautiful creature

Not only women, but men
Not only strength but weakness
Not only in sight but blind
This is a beautiful creature

The tally marks on the body tell a story of defeat
But the scars show survival
This human is unique
This is a beautiful creature

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ready to die

I used to be ready to die like Tupac and Big
But now I want to enjoy life and live
Focused on what I’m doing, forget what I did
Had a lot taken away from me, but still want to give

I still have a few down days
Sometimes you’ll see me with a frown face
But I’m moving away from all the negativity
And I’m now safe 

I can feel it in the air
I can heal with your care
Look in my eyes, see the real in my stare
Learned to deal with being scared

Happy to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
I know I’m strong enough
Have a lot to prove and achieve before it’s all over
I just hope I live long enough

Seen people laugh, seen people cry
Had people leave, had people die
Felt people’s hate, but also felt love
Had a few fights but also had hugs

I’m still learning
Still going to improve
I make mistakes daily
But I will not lose

The world is mine
As long as I’m here
I lost my mind
Which was a blessing cause now I don’t know how to fear

I used to be ready to die like Tupac and Big 
But now I want to enjoy life and live
Focused on what I’m doing, forget what I did
Had a lot taken away from me, but still want to give

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Burn Away the Past

I must rise from the ashes
Created by my past
Burn away everything
That tries to hold me back

Embrace the life I'm given
Even, if it's hard
Don't let pain define me
Forget stories behind my lasting scars 

Start a new chapter
In this ever-changing life
A new beginning
Beyond my broken past

I wanna behold the beauty
Of just being alive
Thankful for each breathe
That I take to survive

We take for granted
The simplest things
Worry for no reason
Of what tomorrow brings

Life is a mystery
At times, it's so unkind
Yet, it holds a beauty
Beneath what meets the eye

No matter what you go through
No matter what breaks you
You have to keep on fighting
Don't let your struggle overcome you

I believe in the end
It will all be worth it
I'll give myself a chance
Not allow myself the misery of regret

Be thankful in everything
And watch your story change
Erase those bitter memories
Replace hope in place of pain

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My God,
My Lord,
My King,
My Father,
My Savior,
My Brother,
My Path,
My Protector,
My Listener,
My Creator,
My Lover,
My Attendant,
My Friend,
My Angel,
My Inspiration,
My Everything,
My Life,

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Truly love can be so
Watching the flowers bloom
Spring comes
Dance with me
In this endless journey

With you I feel so strong
Though we're two worlds apart
I connect you to my
Heart ever beating

Walk away and I will follow
Wherever you go
For I know this is

In the middle of the night
You are my

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Out of the Darkness, Into the Light

along oft darken paths
this soul walks
all alone,

till a still small voice
cries out,
in tearful lament

though its trepid will
oft fails,
still a hardy spirit

a woeful heart within
yet mediates,
‘tween thoughts

till an everlasting light 
yet aloof,
its abiding hope
of truth,

works a miracle indeed
forever true,
one the father only 

with each penitent cry
life begins anew

as his infinite love
in living waters

© Eugene Harvey

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Life is a Tomato

Life is a stage
We are the performers
Giving it our all
For some-success
Others-epic fail.

Mockery speaks as tomatoes fly
Covering those that failed
Yet instead of moaning
They wipe the juice off their faces.

When life gives you tomatoes
You wipe it off your face
And make a pizza out of it
It tastes delicious each time 
You keep trying to perform your best.

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Listen And Act

Try to grasp my words, my friend
And see the soil in desert and street
It flow it blow and lay on the bed
And with the air still rise!

Try to grasp my words, my friend
And see the nature of sky
It lights after dark seems step after fall
And enlight the world without demanding something

Try to grasp my words, my friend
And see the trees that stand
Bearing the evil from nature and us
And stand to help with love!

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How Far is it to Heaven

Does anyone truly know how far it is to travel to heaven?
Have you ever counted the steps to get there?
I have traveled there many times in my sleep
I am a regular guest in the throne room
Here is what I can tell you regarding the answer to this question
Heaven is a hop skip and a jump away from right where you are
It is a pebble’s throw across the river bank
It is a spit across the crick if you are a southerner
And it is a song’s prelude if you are a conductor
Heaven is merely a thought away

If you are walking in the Spirit you are already there
You close your eyes and you can see things you never could have imagined

There is a curtain in the spiritual realm
All you have to do is believe and with your prayers take your hand and push it aside
Then you can see
The key is believing
Have faith that you are there and BAM you are there!
Heaven is not an eternity away as many great authors have concluded
Heaven is in the palm of your hand
It is like a soft kiss on a most distressing day
It is the cherry on top of a warm ice cream Sundae
Heaven is almost everything you can imagine and even more than that when you stretch your imagination
Heaven is truly a heartbeat away!

Gwendolen Rix

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Blossoming Budlings

Cherry blossoms
Pink and white
Sprinkle down 
Like confetti.

What a lovely flower
That pops open like popcorn
From one single tree
As its petals blow in the wind.

Amongst the cherry blossoms
There are budlings attached to branches
Still waiting to awaken 
Waiting to blossom.

Though these budlings take time
They are quite special
As if their waiting for the moment
To reveal themselves to the world.

Once they begin to bloom
When the sun's rays just right
Slowly they unravel
To reveal their majestic forms.

Their color more dyed than others
A deep pink like a heart
White light as an angel's wing
Their form so divine.

These blossoms branch out
More than their siblings
For they are the most beautiful
For all to gander upon.

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i will not lose

When I needed it most help missed me
Forget sympathy or self-pity
I’m going to drag depression to hell with me
Throw it in the flames and watch it melt quickly

It’s so easy to scream that life’s not fair
Who am I to complain about life when someone just lost theirs?
I haven’t got a clue how I got here
But I will make it out even though the exit is not near

I’m going to take what’s hurting me
Knowing it can’t make me suffer more
Leave it lying lifeless on the floor shaking nervously
Tell the devil I’m ready for another war

No matter how much pain I’m in you won’t hear me screaming
I have no fear of bleeding
I may get bruised and scarred deep
But it’ll be depression and not me losing a heart beat

It had control over me so long I thought I’d never get free
It’s time for my revenge
Depression will regret the day it met me
It will be no match for my strength

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Writing on blank pages in the book of life with the pen
of destiny Man writes his own future
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr Seven aka The Poetic Philosopher aka The Green Poet

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The years have rolled by
Hours into days; days into months
Continuous rotation from soft sunrises
To brilliant sunsets on the western horizon
On and on year upon year
Until this tall, slender, white female
Has become an elder, a senior citizen
Or, an old woman; I prefer an elder lady—
With pace slowing from a cheetah to a kitty cat
But, with mental acuity sharp as a razor;
Though the thought processes have changed
From policy and procedure to poetry and prose –
“The purposes is to identify” becomes
‘Love likened to soft velvet”
I’m glad God stopped me from working and said,
“This is what I want you to do now.”
Oh, that my tongue was that of a skilled writer* 
Or, that my hand could express what my heart thinks,
How blessed to look at life retrospectively
And see life’s puzzle gradually coming in place
But, still have the sweet wonderment 
Of what is yet to be while inhaling the present;
An elder lady with lifetime developed refinement
Combined with a sense of contentment
It is better to be settled in later years
Than the flitting from hither to the yon
Of youth scrambling for meaningfulness 
Though that is not true for all youth or all elders;
Searching in crooks and crannies
Wiping away the cobwebs of life
Looking for what may have been or
Ridding the what was and won’t go away
Rainbows, sunrises, sunsets, gentle rains
Add visual flavor and meaning
As the tall and slender becomes bent
And hair turns to silver—
Children rise up to call their mother blessed;**
Sunrise to sunset day upon day
Continually rotating in God’s beauty
From dawn to dusk until eternity
                        -Evelyn Pearl C. Anderson -2015
* Psalm 45:1 
**Proverbs 31:28

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open hearts

Open hearts

Hearts are opened
Within ones heart
Constellations boundless
with vast radiance's binding
formless forms evolve in changing change

through lucid haze 
delicate light transcends
as solemn clouds descend
amidst the blue lit skies

dancing clouds entranced in forms
enhance the self knowing 
within the self unfolding

Rising steps to open gates
freedom from life’s restraints
within ones grasping 
within ones holding
in loves returning
from which it’s given
in its own enduring
within the spaces
of possibilities 

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My Sleeping Soul

sleeping soul--

Hide not your
eternal being, but

let me sense your

in this flicker of
time we call


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Why does inspiration
Hide from the sunlight?
It'll come back when
The shadows pool like ink 
Outlined in moonshine
To shake me awake
With more

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Walk with the Lord

As I walk 
In the presence of the Lord
I come with an open mind and humble heart
That he, the most holy and high king 
Will guide me in his will 
And way
That through me people my see 
The kingdom of heaven

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Naked to the bone 
To the earth we fall 
Grains falling through time 
Like quick sand a vacuum 

Each one of us a grain 
Becoming one 
with the earth 
Leaving our footprint 

Through sandstorms blindly 
Searching the deepest depths 
An ocean of life 
Walking over  sands 
Leaving an impression 

a footprint 
Left in the sands of time 
Creating this sandcastle 
Each grain
the building block 

Blown away in time 
In memory of life 
A grain 
of thought

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He moves through his sector with a visible stealth,
Aware of every place,
Coffee and tallow rations are his staples,
And fatigue a relentless enemy.

The snow crackles under his tires,
Playing background to a muted FM radio,
As his eyes fight to focus through the snowflakes,
That dance in the headlight’s beams.

Dispatch calls and senses are heightened,
While forged energy seizes control of his body,
As he responds and to help the victims,
With the whiteness deepening around him.

His eyelids fight gravity and coffee no longer serves,
Routine and training are all that sustain him,
And as lights go out and shadows fade,
And objects regain their depth in the growing dawn.

Reports are completed,
A last cup of coffee,
And he is off,
Longing for sleep.

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Wall clock was invented,

When Twelve hours a day?

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coming out of the shadows

coming out of the shadows
were the rest lay 
down in defeat
i raise with a mane
i am powerful
and therefore you must be too
for we all survived 
the big feud 
we should raise our head high
for we are all alive
and when we are alive
we must got to fight
fight for who we are
and who other must be
but other are weak
so we got to make them strong 
with what you may say
with our inspiration
and with our pain
we all went through tough times
but made it through
so we got to pole some from the dirt
and make sure we make them through
we all deserves
a better life i must say 
we got to get up
and take aim
we got to show who we are
and let nothing differ from one another
we are different
fighting for the same cause
and that cause
is to stay strong
no matter the war
we got to fight through the darkness
out of the shadows
and save the planet 
from a bigger war
drug  alcohol 
abuse and war
we got to fight them all
that is for sure
we walk the the shadows
no one see use coming
no we wont fall
we will fight
for what is our right
safer environment
child right
non war
and peace for all
we all got to walk out of the shadow 
out of the darkness we all laid 
to show what we are made off
and make us great
for we are all the same
amazing at heart
and wonders in the mind
fight for who we are
and fight for what we should be
out of the shadows
and out of the darkness
we will walk 
we will stand
stand up to the man
to show who i am
we need to show who we are
and not slave to who ever
for we were lacked for so long
in the dungeon of darkness
and the shadows of sadness
we will walk though
with a smile of gladness
walk through hell with a smile
walk through the shadows
with  us we will stand
we will show it to the big man
that we are one and we are better
we are all the people of God
and we should show it
we fight for who we are
and what we are made of
so stick it to the man
and show what we are
for we are all one
as we are all stars
walking through the shadows
and through the darkness
we will make a fight
for it is worth it
we are all something
not just slave to the man
we need to show we are something
first by walking
were you ask
through the shadows of forbidden land 
were we are slave
and nothing more
not anymore
we are something more
we are human
not dirt like they treat
we will fight for who we are
and keep walking
walking through the shadows
and walking we do
we fight
so fight for you to 
we fight together
for one another
we are all equal

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To Fall And Rise Again

Never give up on love even when it gives up on you

Never give up hope even when it seems there is nothing to hope for

Never give up on your faith even when you've fallen completely all the way down

Never give up on those who may have given up on you

To fall you will always rise again and again as long as you put effort towards what you want to accomplish

When you strive each time may be more difficult but you grow even stronger

Life was never meant to be easy or always to find the easy way out

But it doesn't mean it is necessary to be so difficult on yourself and give up or run when things get hard on you

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Doubting the man in the sky

He looks at the sky
No hope in his eye
Inside he is broken
Bottled feelings unspoken
Hands tied together
His future forcast doesnt look as if it gets better
Pacing frequently from side to side 
Along the road he lost his pride 
He looks at the sky
As tears fall from each eye 
Slowing watching the darkness, expel
All the light in the room to simulate hell
The man stood his ground 
Refused to go down
Everytime he didnt give up 
A drop of happiness enetered his cup
In the darkness of hell 
Though he was not doing well 
He heard the 'whoosh' of an Angels wings 
Listened to his spirit as it sings
Nothing from him did darkness consume
He could see even better when light entered the room 
Now as he looks at the beautiful sky
His heart fills with joy and he never asks why

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the verse is mightier than the whole

the pen,
chewed cap,
and emptied cartridge,
as my yen
burns like an addict's fire,
palm sweat on parchment,
syllables, prosody,
sans serif mind flow,
while demure muses
whisper soft moisture,
follicle and promise,
into my thought train,
running like a hangnail,
raking blank canvas,
flecked in textured ink
and immovable type,
scrivened on envelopes,
spilt on torn napkins,
blown out on e-pages,
squirt into ether,
no action,
no traction,
cry out for
the verse
is mightier
than the

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Chase the wind for it is wild and free
Follow your heart for it's young and forgiving
Listen to the cool breeze for it carries a message
Open your eyes see what your ignorance hides
Travel together
Look to the heavens they carry your destiny
Fly with wings of angels for you are capable
Give your world a chance
Let yourself heal
For someday you shall be part of that wind that flies free and content

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Letting Go

letting go 

falling into a free fall like an autumn leaf

allowing myself to fall backwards and letting the Lord catch me

twirling around in circles and awaiting the next current of air

a coolness falls upon my neck as I cast my cares upon him

falling fast

spinning into control

never looking back at what was behind me

collecting the best of my past

letting go

knowing when I hit the ground I will be up and running again

fresh starts

new hearts

new seasons for the mending

a new spring approaches with fresh new foliage

a fragrance like none other

letting go.

gwendolen rix

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Butterfly Dreams

Lost in the bushes today a butterfly
of my dreams someone should not find
I color them and now watch the flight.

The life is a merchant I meet in a way
he gives me a smirk and warns to be careful,
where is the sky and where it meets the earth
I remain in my thoughts with, without sunshine.

The time is a friend who tells me to be wise
before I could lose hope, I find my ground
there are millions of stars still in the sky,
I prepare to put them on my ceiling in a while.

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writer lost for words

A writer lost for words
Trying to come up with a new verse
But every story has been told
So even my new stuff feels old

I’m trying my best to be creative
Must have wrote thousands of words on pages
Shall I be simple and get back to basics
If it’s on my mind I have to say it

But I want to inspire others
Try to make sure every word has meaning
But sometimes my desire suffers
And my mind needs cleaning

I need new ideas
Somewhere to get inspiration
Then when I get a few ideas
My pen is waiting

Sometimes I get stuck for thoughts and it makes the night long
My best ideas come when I have nothing to write on
When I have nothing to write it’s like my life’s gone
Because poetry is what I survive from

Sometimes I can just write away
Half of it won’t see the light of day
Most get scribbled out and crunched up
And the rest is messy writing in my poetry book

I’m barely able to read it
I don’t even remember writing it
Asking myself “that line does this poem need it?”
It’s something I constantly have trouble deciding with

It’s not as good as what I’ve wrote before
That subject maybe I could have spoken more
I thought my mind was an open door
But I’m out of ideas and can’t write like I was hoping for

Is it bad I need drama and pain?
To be able to write?
Does my writing need to change?
Am I too honest about my life?

This is a constant battle
Every time I write a verse
Like missing tiles in a game of scrabble
Sometimes I’m a writer lost for words 

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He's like a ship I keep trying to sail-
across an ocean that soaks me in fear.

Holding my fear in his hands,
as if his hands were my fear. 

Stepping in front of me like a shield,
pressing back the waves so my skin could dry.

 Never wrapping his lips over the sharp points with a kiss,
as if it were all the padding I needed.

 Instead, he lines our shoulders, side by side.
So our feet face the same direction.

His hands set sail
without keeping me.

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idea of love

every lied thats been kissed upon ur lips 
every broken promises that beens whispered in ur ear 
i know u been hurt been put down before 
but babay its all about to change cause opptuinary is knocking at your door 
now i cant promise u the world and i have told you that 
i cant make the troubles run away 
but i can bring some sunshine on those rainy days 
some one to run to when the world turns cold 
i guess what i am saying is baby i am here to stay 
all those misfortunes are shades of the past 
all those dumbasess have lost there chance 
to blind to see that your a true romance 
so take my hand this is true really girl  cause baby i <3 you 

 we got this we got the world to face 
you and me will bash away all the hate 
true love will blossom and shine 
all u got to do is say ur mine <3 
cause baby what i am saying is i am here to stay 
i will make the mistreatment of those ass holes go away 
they were all blind to see  u were a true romance 
now all they are is just shades of the past 
i will be here thru the test of time 

cause all i can dream and wish is you will be mine 

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Grave Confusion

Just a sight of my love
Convinced me
With a whisper
That all my dreams
Have come true with her
Shiny glitter
The colour of life
Changed like the weather
But it was only an image
That caused a blaze
In the cold dying heart
Now I have to live
With this painful dream
My heart cries for her
In a silent scream
Which cannot reach
Upto the loving beach
All the shouting waves
Of sorrow and loss
Absorb my calls
And the broken image 
Of my own feelings
Are swimming
On the blood of my being
With every moving wave
I am being carried away
Into my love’s grave

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moving West

To take a long breath 
I lift my tuckered face 
Suddenly I see a piece of cloud 
Moving slowly towards west 

In the air of inconvenience 
Against a vast back drop of azure 
His scattered drops of light 
Heave upon me as relief 

In a voyage of unknown 
His gorgeous journey is sure 
A source of wit 
An opportunity to widen my imagination 

Among pent up feelings 
In the confusing atmosphere 
Of bad and good memories
His graceful movement 
Thrusts upon me as a gift
 To fight the wind of dissatisfaction 

My long staring at him 
Blurred my vision 
He fades first and next disappeared
And I wonder if he left for me 
A profound hint
 Nothing to worry 
Everything moves slowly towards west 

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I Am

I am kind
I am nice
I am smart
I am shy.

I am courageous
I am strong
I am creative
I am curious.

I am generous
I am sensitive
I am loyal
I am studious.

I am confident
I am determined
I am friendly
I am poetic.

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Within Captivation

As time fades into the night, the cleansing of the day...
when all of daylight is seen in the shadows tucked away...
there is an untold venture of unseen lives in untouched sight...
all the troubles endured hide inside the light.
In darkness, memories come a reminder of the past.
All evils that lay within us, covet solitary tears.
Holding us within it's dark embrace, caressing all of our fears. 
Yet, there are the quiet moments...
When a single mirrors another soul.
Such a loving rarity, feeling whole.
The light seems but a foreign place.
Appearing golden in dreams.
Against the thoughts of normalcy, a voice to recognize amongst the screams.
There is no guide to follow.
Each journey remains indifferent from the very start.
Knowing of loves intention, we leave pieces of our heart.

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how many times

How many rhymes do I have to write?
How many lines do I have to describe?
No matter how many times I will not apologise
I’m not responsible for the minds that don’t understand my fight

How many times do I have to survive?
How many signs do you need insight?
For you to realise where you want to go?
How many times do people need to let you know?

Before you take the advice on board?
How many times do you need to be told life is short?
Before you take action
How many times will you say “we can’t see inside your thoughts?”

Why are you scared to travel without someone to guide the tour?
How many times do I have to tell you there’s nothing to be hiding for?
How many times do I have to say “I don’t care” until you realise I don’t care
How many times will you say my name like I won’t dare?

How many times do I need to be strong before I can have a weak moment?
Sorry people just having a deep moment
How many times do you need “one more chance” to prove to that amazing girl its love?
Don’t appreciate her, and I will take her and give her the world and above

How many times do I need to ignore my ex’s texts before she gets the message?
How many times do I have to say I’d rather be lost without a map if the only way is Essex?
How many times do I need to fill a pad?
Before it heals my sad?

How many times will you break my dream girls heart before you wife yours?
How many times will I be alone in bed while wondering why she’s inside yours?
Some girls I’ve stayed up the whole night before
Wasn’t even in their bed what would I lie for?

How many times do I need to be honest?
How many times will you say “this years gone quick?”
Before you learn to appreciate every moment?
How many times will I make mistakes and learn from it?

I’m trying to inspire you
While speaking my mind
But I still don’t know
How many times 

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Let There Be Light

I am not a morning
but my hubby is...

This morning at 6 am
we packed up
our blue beach
and headed for the
in the car we
listened to a CD of
Reverend Rose's
Sunday sermon
she talked about
judgmental thinking
how we make up
stories about
other people and
infusing ourselves
with fear and
negative emotions
this kind of
perspective prevents
from seeing the
beloved in everyone

We arrived at the
shore in time
to view the sun
dancing across
the pink horizon,
leaving a trail of
golden footprints in
the playful waves.

Setting up our beach
to face the gently
rolling surf
David took out his
book on the "Course
of Miracles"
the lesson for the
day was:
"God is my strength
in which I place my
together David and I
meditated on this
feeling it sink into
our bones

I was reminded of a
heart opening
mentally I asked God
to help me
experience His love
I waited in the
quiet cove within
slowly I could feel
the flower of love
unfolding to bright
interior rays
a strong whiff of
carried by lofty sea
pervaded the salty

After our meditation
David and I raced
towards the
beckoning azure
vastness, diving in
we floated buoyant,
Two lotus blossoms
on an endless,
eternal sea

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Morning Victory

Eyes open as you inhale the morning air, The body still heavy from slumber loosens with each stretch and yawn, Standing slowly you walk to the window, Peeking through the inviting sun beams onto you its warmth, You head for the front door, Every subtle step the floorboards beneath your feet creak and groan as you near the doorway arch you step down onto the entryways stone floor, Ice cold to the touch of your skin, Shivers run down your spine swiftly you step onto the welcoming mat, Your feet warm once again you grasp the door handle turning slowly you hear the door peel away from the frame, Cool dew air swooshes in with the draft smacking against your face as if you were splashed by a sprinkler, Goosebumps appear in a matter of seconds, Peering out beyond your house the soft blankets of fog thinly cover the landscape as far as the eye can see, Dewdrops speckled all about your yard you hesitate to proceed, You choose to carry on seeing the possession in which you seek is only a few feet in-front of you, One foot proceeds after the next, Once on concrete, twice on concrete, Thrice you pause, Looking down the lush green sea at your feet an the tears of last nights cold temperature beckoning, Forth step the grass bristles between your toes slashing at your ankles, The icy cool strips of grass feel as though it were cutting deep within to the bone, Fifth step you reach down picking up the prize you sought after, With haste you rush back through the icy sea of green without fear or hesitation, Leaping onto the concrete an bounding for the front door, Closing the door behind you chills rise once again as the warmth bellows out from the fireplace, Your lashed with wave after wave of hungry flames only feet away, You exhale with triumph striking a silly victory pose as you wipe your feet on the mat below, Moving to the recliner you sit back propping your fit up and unleash the paper from within it's clear wrapping, Your morning has only just begun.

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Dreams and realities like twins,
Dream,realities to come in,
Grow more grow more a slogan within,
Without dreams no realities begin,
Abdul Kalam making dreams,again and again,
Kalam is a reality dreaming India gained!

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chin up, with Mystic Rose

Reply To  
Subject:  Re--happy xmas  
From:  Mystic Rose  
Message:  Chin Up 

Chin up my friend 
Let the rain wash your troubles 

Follow your path 
And let your heart guide you 

Keep your head up 
Hold the faith strong 

Then you won’t get lost 
In the struggle; 

Anything is possible 
David beat Goliath 

So don’t live your life 
Being scared 

Pick up that sling shot 
Give it all you got 

Don’t be afraid 
To stir the pot 

Chin up 
Chin up! 

Written by: Alex Duffy & Mystic Rose 


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The eyes begin to change

If you look at his face
You will see a smile
But look into his eyes
And see the emptiness
His soul is numb
Not even a crumb
From life's table 
Left for the dog.

Without hope
Anesthetic emotions take control
Put out the fire
Numb the dream
That filled the pupil of the eye
Suboxon prescribed just narrows the pupil
Until the only thing seen
Is the next meal and prescription...

Nothing else.

The chaplain comes into his sight
Looks at the eyes and not the smile
Relationship established inside emotional bars
The chaplain begins to open some doors
Says "you have some intelligence and an ability to discern"
The surprised prisoner says "no ever told me that before"
The pupils begin to widen and the whites turn a little red
The eyes begin to change.

* Suboxone is prescribed to prisoners. You can tell they have been prescribed this because 
their pupils narrows dramatically.

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Alive we cried

Alive we cried
In the darkness of the night it is then that my soul comes alive!
When the city retires for the evening
Night owls we creep
Allowing our thoughts to run wild
Like a peaceful protest
With a slight touch of a well planned out riot
We march on and fight not with stones 
But with words
Setting the scene on fire
Chatting our slogans of poetic justice
Hoping to inspire souls
Those who remain on the sidelines
Watching this world we live 
Pass on by 
Like a verse from Pharcyde 
Life keeps on passing you by 
How longer will your voice go unheard?
Paint the canvas of your world
With the colors that splash
With brightness 
Will you change your world? 
From living in black and white
One spark is all that is needed
To ignite the consuming fire within
Blaze those words
Become a wildfire
Watch it as it grows
A beautiful
Chaos in the mind
Let it burn
Enjoy the aftermath

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Autism Awareness

Amazing God has created me, I am
Unique and Wonderfully made.
Trying to make sense of this crazy world around me.
Strong willed and often times

Autism is a spectrum everyone don't fit under the same umbrella and in this
World everyone is not same and don't learn the same way.
Awkward and sweet
Restlessness and Sensory Overload cause me to have a meltdown or tantrum.
Easy to get alone with once you get to know me.
Nobody is perfect, so please don't judge me.
Excited to learn new things, but you will have to invite me into your world.
Speech, communication, and
Social Skills are very difficult for me to learn so please be respectful and kind to those who are trying to help me out. Thank You

"In everything, therefore, treat people the same way you want them to treat you".

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A Bum's Blues

Street walking all day,
same clothes all winter,
people look in disgust,
they think you are temperamental,
why so judgmental?
the American way,
nose high in the air,
forgetting you were broke the other day,
homeless beg and plea,
spare change please,
as we walk by and laugh,
tossing our new car keys..

once upon a time,
it was a different story,
that bum,
was a doctor,
gained much respect and glory,
his story,
can revert to your story,
he gave all of his glory,
to his material inventory,
he soon felt he was invincible in every way,
so he began doing drugs everyday,
hookers came every way,
blowing money everyday,
he blew his life away,
soon the wife walked away,
that's how he became that bum today,
never judge,
you may have to overcome,
but if you can't,
Soon you may be that bum..

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the greatest poem

I want to write the greatest poem of all time
I want to write the best poem ever
I want to write poetry that will blow people’s minds
So I always try to get better

I want to go down in history
I haven’t got any ink to waste here
Sometimes I just pick a random word from the dictionary
I want to be remembered like Shakespeare

I’m writing another 6 poems as I write this
So I keep going back and forth
No one would pass the torch
So I’ll have to end up swiping it

Weather you like it or not
I will build a legacy
I’ll fight to the top
And you will end up respecting me

I’m my biggest fan and my worst enemy
I’m so critical of everything I write
It’s always been my pad, pen and me
Poetry is my life

I’ve always been obsessed with rhyming
I won’t stop till I’ve rhymed with every word in the dictionary
Trying to get the perfect timing
I want my poetry to go down in history

Think I’ve found a good balance between my lyrical ability
And my art for telling stories
But I’ll keep improving until it ends up killing me
Making sure people are forced to acknowledge my glory

What do I consider a great poem?
Is pain, passion, realness and honesty in verses
One day I will write the greatest poem
Even though there’s no such thing as perfect

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the king

They told Eminem he wouldn’t make it 
They told Cristiano Ronaldo he wouldn’t make it
They Told Tupac he wouldn’t make it
And this is why I shouldn’t take it

Every one of those is a king now
People will always try to bring down
Someone they know is better or ahead of them
The smart ones take what is said to them

And use it as inspiration to prove them wrong
By the time you start criticising I’ll have already moved on
I’m ready for whatever you want to bring 
And I won’t stop until I’m the king

Every girl I’ve dated 
Was wearing her lucky underwear the day she met me
I had to say this
Now they’re alone wishing they could forget me

I may not go out as the greatest
But I’ll be as close as you could ever get
This won’t be an opportunity wasted
Give it my heart soul, life blood and sweat

When you come from the bottom there’s only one place to go
This won’t take my soul
The pain made me grow
Now nothing can erase my hope

The top is my destination
Ready for whatever mess I’m facing
Careful with every step I’m taking
Want me to slip? You better get to waiting

You’ll be waiting a long time
Confidence, faithful heart and a strong mind
I’ll get to where I’m heading don’t need anyone to help out
No self-doubt

I’m ready for whatever obstacle life wants to bring
I won’t stop until I’m the king
I haven’t wrote the best the greatest poem yet, in the future I will
The only dream I won’t see is wishing Sheldon Cooper was real 

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Australian Ancient Depths Of Time

            Australian Ancient Depths Of Time

Under deserts rusting tides of red
Mountains once collapsed themselves into the clay
Became flat lands stilted while sun hung ornate on the humble quiet
Beauty remained unobserved, unobstructed, ageless
At this point in time my team and I, consisting of two guides
Walked gently along soft earth near a simple gorge
Mules and archaeological tools fell through to darkness  
Deep in the hole one man tumbled, crippled, died
The mules too met an ugly fate as well
My other man and I survived
Crawled for hours through a narrow passage in the underworld
In the labyrinth of black, accompanied by barely breathable air
Fear and hunger took hold
Our mental faculties began to fail
With no way out, we struggled on
By quirk or chance we happened on an open chamber
To stand, to glance, to reconnoiter an unknown civilization
Covered by time, embraced by centuries safe keeping 
Thick vases found in sandy walls housed oils
I had matches and some rope to light our way at last
Other vases filled with beans and herbs unearthed by us
Treasures to save us from starvation!
Olive oils tasted nasty, black beans were worse
But Australia’s hidden depths were fascinating finds
We tied ropes around our new supplies, dragged them behind
The maze, the cave, gave us many bones and pottery for exploration
We hope the ancients will forgive us for eating all their food
I think they no longer need it in the tomb

     8/28/14 Contest - poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11 


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For my Cousin LISA


Thanks for all that you see,
when you look..INTO me.
An inspirational moment, 
between you and I. 
A spiritual connection, 

There are times that we share, 
Whether good or bad. 
It's the funniest thing, 
we never end up mad. 

We fight through the messes, 
that are scattered around. 
WE ASK for our blessings, 
..and soon they are found. 

Our true Faith in GOD..
bonds us so tight. 
A talk about life..
in the wee hours of night. 

We speak from our hearts.
Some will say other..
Your not only my cousin, 
sometimes like a mother. 

You encourage me. 
Guide me. 
Seen me through.
I hope I do the same
for you, too! 

When God broke the mold 
He had already made two.
..and what was left.. 
was ME and YOU.

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Under My Hand

Your left with no decisions
In his face we're all villains
Trapped in the systems vision 
What really is the mission

Don't loose hope on finding answers
I love you but people cant stand us
If we're lucky maybe they'll brand us
chances are we'll all get cancer

Were pushed in all directions
Throw you hands up, lets just guess man
Tonight is your election, your the correction 
We're staring at your reflection

Tonight lets set fire, to the bullies and the buyers
Our arms reaching higher, than the Bilderberg empire
Making profits from our presence,  from our sentence
Why not call us peasants, put us in your message

Your under my hand 
No control now

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Oh Picasso

why Picasso
do you not visit me
the way you used to

you gave my brush a push
with your unseen hand
opened my eyes again

my brush no longer dances
it stands still
instead of paint
it’s dipped in glue

please come see me old friend
free my brush so I may speak through it again
I miss you Picasso

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Swimming So Many Eyes

Often seeing only reflections of myself,
Then I happily dive into oval dreams of blue.
Yet it never really stops with just one simple color,
There are wonderful rainbows to be found in skull's windows.

Although a silence which mostly seems to dwell within them,
I've heard music dance into my brain without entering ears.
Messages of hate and love having glanced my way many times, 
Still it's love I'll remember and hate I'll truly care to forget.

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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Every Day

Every day I sit behind it.
Every day I sit behind the thing that I strive for.
The thing that keeps my heart out of darkness and my mind in the future.
Every day it seems harder,
As I grow, it disappears.
It’s light fading away, guiding others.
But not me.
Every day I feel it come closer.
But drifting away.
For I am lost,
But every day 

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      Like a gleaming glowing cube
      A square centimeter of chance
      Appears for only a moment.
      You've got to snatch it fast.

      No particle in the Universe
      Will ever be where it is right now
      Let's take advantage of serendipity
      and reach for the same possibility.

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From Confussion to Christ

   From Confussion to Christ

    Here I sit,
    Sad and Blue,
    Going  thru emotional fit's.
    What to do I've no Clue.

   Like a merry -Go-Round,
   Spinning like a Top,
   Making me dizzy and down,
   Asking myself, when will it stop.

   Everything I do,
   Just fall's apart,
   Trying to be true,
   Yet, Keep falling apart.

   Until I noticed a book,
   Upon my coffee table,
   I picked it up to take a look ,
   What I read sounded as a Fable.

   Until I read,
   How Christ Died for me, 
   My fait kicked in to believe,
   Now I feel so ever free.
   As I accepted Christ in my heart,
   And believing in his will,
   As in his Kingdom I can take part,
   Walking closer for all to be for filled.
   Thank you Father for showing  the way,
   From confussion  I turned to you,
   Now each Day I start to pray,
   With a heart forever true.




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I am the sentence lost poet

I am the sentence lost poet who has forgotten names
hollow versions of imposter me with little left to crawl
inside the words. My life is shaped by subtle arts stripped
from the mirror of reflected lives – tribes of non-poets
nonetheless so sensitive and fevered with promises
endless beginnings – seeds and eggs - the future of
great intentions – all the while roughing it in urban
virtual realities  shaping what is left - this ghost of poetry…

I am a tongue-tied sycophant who reads in awe the riddles
and flights of Charles Wright the forests of Atwood the 
ligaments of Don Domanski and daily morsels everywhere
I am the diarist biographer of lesser fates  my multiple lives
adding to one   and yet   and yet
this place is rife with roots and webs   connections and
comparisons that pull understanding far beyond all sight
I live a moment high in flight while darkness dies 

tonight the poet’s moon is a silent solitaire while we children
of the gods bleed within nightmares and plagued famines
the ying and yang – brief lives balanced by eternities of death 
it is the puzzle of the ages with belief to break the cycles down
life is indeed too short to fight when wealth is all around
we are impaired by peers and popularity
we need the stars to burn inside ourselves 
we need the stars to make our aim more true
we need the stars to shine   I need to shine

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Writing is Magic

Wings take flight
Right off the page
Flying toward the sky
As the words escape my mind.

Pen touches the crisp paper
Magic begins to glow
From the tip of my wand
Bringing thoughts to life.

Imagery imprints the mind
Visualizing words to picture
Transforming into a story
Becoming a part of the tale.

Each word written
Is like a verbal tale
That becomes a spell
Hocus pocus, abra-imagia.

Reading each line
The eyes chow down
The mind digests
As the soul feels.

Words speak more than action
Strikes harder than a sword
Touches the soul from within
Can bring tears to the eyes.

Words can be used good or bad
Its just how we use them
To inspire or dispire
Help or ignore.

They can inspire us
Intrigue us with mystery
Make us laugh with joy
When their arranged oddly.

Words can heal us
More than medicine
For stories and poems
Fascinate and lure us
Like sirens singing to sailors.

Words formed together
To form a sentence
Like a spell forming
To create a crystal
Letting it shine bright
In the sunlight.

Words are magical
That change and inspire
Those that take the time
To read and find meaning
In what magic each holds.

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An Unruly Member

"An Unruly Member" Written: by Tom Wright 1998 From man's tongue Flows both Honey of the Hive And the sting of Bee's; Many go about Telling half truth's, tickling ears, And casting stones; The tongue, Is not the problem per se, But a symptom of the problem; Using self diagnosis, Many make attempts to Bandage (Or control) the tongue, Oblivious to the fact That the real need Is a transplant; (Change of heart)

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This page

This page is my temporary fate;
a place for my perfect truths.
This wide sheet of daring,
a refuge for my leaping thoughts.
I shall assail it with a fury
from my melancholy heart.

This page is a smooth sallow glacier;
the head-waters of my expressions.
What unanswerable flow of words will it allow?
What trickle of relief will be pulled from its meandering?
I shall drown this page in a pool of frothy words.

This page is a span of colorless distraction;
a setting for ones inquisitive gestures.
What wisdom will it hold between its unguarded borders/
I shall deposit my unravelled thoughts with an ooze of black ink.

All night long my pen is a beacon to entice these drunken 
and perplexed voices from the foam of this lager;
from the grief that splashes from my eyes.
My pen charts this sea of turmoil
where this anguish sinks into the froth of my mind. 

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Seemingly lucid yet never seen,
A giant within humanity -
Dotted between initials.

The blandishment of all-
Without visualizing fragments.

Never staying for long,
Falling into bluest firmament- 
Flying towards the abyss.

Left to wonder among crowds,
From a simple blueberry waffle
Comes the labyrinth of thought
Yet not trapped finally living.

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The beauty of poetry

It offers a voice to those who struggle speak
It makes some become strong when they feel weak
Some write for fun
Some write because it motivates them to not run

Some write because it’s easier to put thoughts on paper
I write in hope to become greater
I write to improve my lyrical ability
I write because poetry helps with healing me

I used to bottle things up now poetry helps with sharing it
I write because my pad is my therapist
I write in hope to inspire others
Who have fears but don’t want to be scared of it

I write because it helps me to say things I thought I couldn’t
Maybe sometimes in poetry I say things I thought I shouldn’t
But I write for those going through a struggle who can relate
I write from the heart so my words are never fake

I used to get called gay cause I wrote 
Ironic as it helped me to get with so many girls
It allowed me to grow
And allowed me to show my world

I write my pain, so people can step into my life
It’s your thoughts, words & poetry, say what you like
A few People usually try to bring you down
When they don’t understand why you write

I probably never needed to explain why I write
Most people will already know
It’s how I’ve learned to survive
So I don’t regret anything I ever wrote

When people read this hopefully they grow with me
Speak from the heart so you know it’s me
Always keep a pen and pad close to me
We all write for different reasons, but understand the beauty of poetry 

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Foes and Friends Alike

Pour out your thoughts
Catch the rhythm and syllables
Construct it into a meter
Remember life is a metaphor
For understanding death
In the cold hard spaces
Between the sheets of tangled webs
Pick a moment
Trash your idols
Don't let their success
Pave your failure's road
Take the seconds
And remember old virtues
Tear them in half
And feed it back to those that told you
Burn the path cut by others
Pointing and telling you where to go
Drown them in the underbrush
With resentment,
And callous caustic contempt contemplating
The end result
Results forging a new independence
Carved off the faces of foes and friends alike
Anchors weighing the daily dose of doubt
Must be cut off to sink to the deep
Trapped in the crushing pressure
As they watch you swim from below
Head to the unknown shore
With the bodies and demands in the flotsam
Feel the fresh sunset
And weather the night

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The BIrth Of A Poem

poetry is not words put side by side
neither a block of ready-made feelings
not even a thread of pure fantasy
or a plain talk penned in harmony

the words grow in the womb of mind
fed with the feeling of the heart
and when the time is ripe for birth
a pure place is laid for it's worth

a poem put in words is like a child
given after nine months kept in womb
it's a child born from heart and mind
a piece of blood and flesh torn apart

the poet owns the work he bore
he,many a time had seen the pains
within his heart and in his mind,grow
and the words land safe on the ground

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Not Just a Name

I am not just a name
But God lovely creation
Distinct and blessed
In a world of names
Things labeled by names
Deeds identified by names
People persecuted by names
And people judged by names;
Beyond the name
I exist like flowering plants
As God lovable creation
Leading me through swirling waters
And guiding me walk with sense of perfection
Along dignity planted in my path
To reflect image of eternity;
Outside naming tradition
I exist like pounding waves
Alone and different from everything
Clinging closely to my eternal call
And looking to plant perfect seeds
Reflecting my loving image,
So I'm not just a name,
But image of God's love

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Poetic Creation

It sometimes amazes me how a seed of inspiration is translated into poetic 

Words bubbling 
like molten lava 
and flowing down a 
mountain of creativity. 

Ideas flashing into 
consciousness, like 
comets in the night sky, 
begging for durability. 

Imagination simmering 
in a cauldron of creation, 
par-boiled, and waiting 
patiently for deliverance. 

Verbs verbalised. 
Nouns nurtured. 
Similes simpatico. 
Metaphors metathetical - 

all awaiting translation 
into metrical form:- 
be it iambic verse, rhyme 
or sultry sonnet. 

An onslaught of inspiration 
clambering for attention. 
Poetic invention born of 
imaginative progression. 

Wondrous words! 
Artistic expression. 
Scintillating syntax. 
A palette of calligraphy .... 

Words bubbled down 
my mountain of creativity. 
I have survived the 
onslaught of fecundity. 

Creation created. 
Imagination captured. 
Ideas apprehended. 
Job done! 

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Melody of hope

Sky of twilight , thoughts take a flight ,
Walk down the road, wear masquerade,
House illuminated at mid night,
Barren eyes, gaze at keys of piano,

Sing and celebrate the pink rose,
Gifted to me on that special day,
Rays of sun radiate, nurture my pending hope,
Hands cover my face,yet gloom not at bay,

Eyes on fire, heart melts and sinks on sand,
Flowers wither, vultures on trees eagerly wait,
I ponder as holding few flowers he stands,
Keys of piano dance, make my heart vibrate,

He crosses hurdles, conquers all sea tides,
While the moon and all the stars twinkle,
A red flower and behind black cover face hides,
See him stand outside my window and winkle,

My eyes open, see reflection disappear,
Flowers wither and petals disperse ,
I wait, wear wings and no clothes, lie on seashore,
Look desperately for his foot prints,

Sun rays fail to burn my agony, as if eclipsed, 
Half moon and veil of clouds,
He watches my silent cry and red tears seep,
Like a tree I stand deserted and parched,

Dream dancing in desert amongst wild grass,
Refresh sweet times fingers his and mine ,
On sets of piano wrote new rhymes,
The sun will rise I won't be alone, holding hands once again !!

Written on 10/6/14
Sponsor- Craig Cornish 
Contest- Debussy inspiration

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I recall to mind
the nite after the general elections
came a man to me - the name Yonda

Talked of Abyssinia and Cush..
the twin lions enthroned on the -
sacred mountain... talked of the eagle...
and the dragon rising to the air....
talked of changing fortunes for my people..

he departed after extracting 
from me a promise.. a mention
in my yet to be written book.....
...the book of the mistari...
The seer Yonda - is...
Romour-ed to be the greatest seer
East and South east Asia

Lewis k Nyaga

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A Sinner's Prayer

Lord you are the light in the darkness
Our shelter though the storm
Lord you heal the broken
Lord you are the king we seek to follow savior of our souls
On sinner's knees we come to seek your face and ask forgiveness for our sins
Come, Lord and fill our hearts with your love

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The Angel Sings

Reminiscing memories in the rain,
She smiles through all the pain.
She remembers the good, forgets all the bad
Nothing again can ever make her sad.

She sees the road she travels,
It’s simply sand & gravel.
It’s long and it’s twisted,
There’s more to life that’s gifted.

It’s a silent sound the angel sings.
As she stands to spread her wings,
She flies to new heights,
She soars through the nights.

It’s like a dream she had before,
It’s the opportunity an open door.
Like an eagle in the sky,
She’ll continue her journey and fly.

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Make Me into Something Better

Make Me into Something Better
By Karen Fitzpatrick

Lord you’re so understanding, faithful and sure
Make me into something better
You know my thoughts
You hear my cries
My heart desirers to know you
To be more like you

Lord help me to trust you
To hold on to your strength
Lord see me through the bad times
And whatever suffering may come my way
To know that your strength is enough
To see me through wholeheartedly

Lord guide me and give me wisdom
As I walk this earth
Lord help me to become a reflection of you
And your kindness
Help me to know I’m not alone
Your presence is always with me

Lord my God 
Lead me on the path to you
Merciful God
Show me a love much deeper
Than I thought I could ever know
Make me into something better

An image of you

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dont cry over a broken heart

Why cry over a broken heart?
It’ll be fixed again
You can heal the broken parts
Move on that person won’t be missed again
They weren’t worthy if they’re trying to make you fix or change
Don’t be afraid to show the scars
One life to live, you won’t get the chance to live again
Yeah I know it’s hard
But the strongest people did the same
Some people are forced to grow apart
But it’s just a story in your battle to survive
Face your obstacles there’s no need to hide
You can survive all that comes your way
Even though it feels easier to runaway
Your past will catch up tom you, quicker than you thought
Stand up tall, don’t be afraid to fall short
Crying doesn’t make you weak
But there’s no point in crying over stuff you can overcome and beat
Some girls are worth fighting for
No nice body is worth crying for
If your girl isn’t happy you should be trying more 
Tell the truth, what are you lying for?
Live your life in any way you see fit
There’s no such thing as a secret
Negativity in your life you don’t need it
And if you’re negative then I don’t need you
I’m happy enough being me, why would I want to be you
Life gave me plenty to cry about
But I’d rather laugh it off and see it out 

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Stranded Words

nothing came to me today
not a word
not a scent
nothing new or exotic
nothing old or worn

no lonely lingering feeling
flooding over the paper
no sad tormented wave
washing up letters
nor the nervous restless tide
threatening to make my pen flow over
nor a hopeless floundering metaphor
for me to save.

© Gry W Christensen

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Stirring within

I hold it close to me.

Both it and I warming our spirits.

Building the passion within.

Staring in trance.

Pupils widened with anticipation.

Awaiting the moment of release.

To let the angels of sound escape me.

So I may elevate the outside world.

Listening to my unexplained musical impulses.

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long way to go

i've shared feelings with people who said they cared but left
How can you expect me to share feelings with someone I just met?
Who’s being paid to analyse everything that’s wrong with me
But I’m a hypocrite cause I share poems with people I’ll never meet, that’s a bond to me
I’ve seen people I love go
Parents left me in foster care
My head told me to give up
But my heart wasn’t prepared
I was at rock bottom
Got up and fell back on my knees 
But I keep getting up
So I laugh at the weak
My hurt is showing
Trying to write the perfect poem
But I know I won’t write it
They’ll always be people who don’t like it
But I don’t fight it
You have to accept what you can’t change
You’re all expecting life to change
Yet you expect to stay the same
I learnt you can only be happy when you accept the pain
I know cause the past still taunts me
Every mistake I make now will come back to haunt me
You claim to be depressed cause the shoe shop didn’t have your shoes in size