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Of Ink

   Partial Paper
 -A poet in heat-

Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every line
Drops of passion all over the mask you wear
Nothing compares to black stains and broken nails

This part of you 
"A CAN'T BE REMOVED" tattoo
The tough skin you'll ever live in
Fountain pens of split identities
Who Are You?
Sinking  words like no other
Poisoned ink piercing every rhyme
Inferior poet, making the heart pure
Anger plus anger "GIVE ME MORE!"

You have a desire to paint all day,
Breathing and beating in every way
Toxic lines, from which ink flows
Inhaling images from the world
Deep and cold sorrowed emotions 
True love is always easy to poetize
Dear Poet:  "Ink Never Lies."

Pretty pink acrostic ink when she's nearby
Sugar and salt, Epic taste of reality
Ballads sung under the full moon
Sunny Sonnets, on any rainy day
Ode's of rivers from your past
A dark smile jotting down memory lane
Monologue tears brought under pressure
Loading cartridges of fresh Senryu and Haiku"
Dramatic red runs through your veins when all is done
Unfolding old and new propagandas
POET: You are my favorite verse in every stanza
((Only this, and nothing more))
Writing is like giving birth

by;)


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First Communion

The powdery snow gloves the fingers of maple forest protecting barren bark with the expectation of rose tipped bloom. A meeting point between pristine innocence and the veiled promise of spring ripening. Each trunk and limb mirroring the action of man Reaching, arching, swaying, creating aisles of church-like splendor, a sacrament where the virginal may walk toward communion with their God. Inward toward the birth of faith and outward toward the wedgwood sky in celestial sight.


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The Married Finger : The Any Poem Contest

( DEDICATED TO EVERY PERSON WHO QUESTIONED THEIR SELF WORTH BECAUSE SOMEONE THEY LOVED LEFT THEM) 



Love grabbed me by the throat with both hands Choked away the doubt and hatred of broken bands Kicked me in the gut and flung me to the floor Stripped my ego and jolted my awareness at its core Cleared the cobwebs that once clouded my vision with strokes of a master nature painted my mission An oil based one of a kind classic My life written like a movie an epic Love lives in me again like a revelation amen Beauty, glows from every centimeter that is me hope hip hops in every stride as I walk briskly Music walks to my beat now I hear it everywhere and the bluest of skies high fives me bare A new love found a trust abound. for the first time in since I don’t know when my senses breathe the fresh view of now and then Blessed by the mother of all that lives Nature smiles on a union that always gives I love what I see Finally I love me!
Maurice Yvonne Any Poem For Linda


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Poet -This Poem is About You

-Dear, Mr & Mrs Poet- 

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

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

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

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

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

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

by;PD
I do it for fun


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THE BROKEN DOLL

Walls of silence hold,
 Me prisoner,
The child held within,
 Cries out for release.
Relative solitude comforts, 
Not the tortured soul,
Inward coiling withdrawing,
 Deep inside. 
Shedding its outer skins,
 Protective
Layer thus preserving its,
 Inner being.
Innocents shroud lies in ruins.
Gentle spirit, cast aside wings,
 Damaged appendages.
The fallen angel kneels in,
 Shame,
Shadows before mankind.
Unanswered prays rest upon,
 Deaf ears.
Muted sobs, echo on stilled,
 Winds breath.
Hardening to stone, the
 Chilled heart
 Reflects frozen repose.
Forgotten amongst mine own,
 Kindred,
Childhood symbolizes a betrayed,
 Victim’s refuge.
Small fragile hands reach out,
 Into nothingness,
Hollow space grasping into,
 Oblivion.
Chained shackles twist,
 Imaginations warped view,
Somber tones cloud troubled,
 Thoughts.
Amidst life's trials, I'm aimlessly,
 Adrift,
Without any form of stability.
I, alone remain shambles,
 Wreckage.
Displaced and damaged,
Beyond repair.
A broken doll thrown away,
By those who should have, 
Cared for her the most.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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BREATHS AND FIREGLOW



in silence, we connect through gazes knitted by starlit eyes ablaze like dusk's luster wafting by the sill ... and we need not ramble in paraphrases of night’s canticle, while folded hands caress the rhythm of twilight's melody. how deftly breaths and fireglow understand our same tunes, our same wafting waves, gentle as paper- thin buds jutting out from your palms, my breasts… together, we feel the stillness of love from the same face, and if our flesh doesn’t chafe in the peeling of autumn’s chill , it’s because… we have been soul mates before time was ever born. Regina Riddle's Free Verse Poem 9/24/2014


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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,
Laura 


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Grief is Grief is not

Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
 
But Grief is… a companion we “move forward with”,
learning from and growing, with each agonizing step.
 
Grief is… a heart-wrenching process, not bound by time,
But sets us on a “lifelong journey” of finding truth and meaning…
 
Grief is not a crutch we hold onto for pity
It is not a lack in character
It is not a weakness that needs to be strengthened
Or a problem that needs fixing
It is not an enemy to be slain
Or like a wild animal, to be caged
 
Grief is… “A METAMORPHOSIS OF HUMAN LIFE”
YES! that needs “time”… “A LIFETIME”
 
Grief is… an acknowledgement of true love shared
and true love lost
 
Grief is… a love we hold so deep within our souls
That our tears fall to caress the pain…
“God given tears”, full of purpose and meaning
For each one carries with it a piece of our heart
 
grief hugs us and holds us close
to a great love we can no longer touch…
grief is… our friend for without it
our lives would have been a lie.

Grief is…purely and simply a journey of love
It is a friend, to those of us who mourn
A friend who sees what we need and allows us to be us
Grief is a release of unimaginable pain…
a release of a great indescribable loss…
 
 
Grief is… the bridge that crosses repentant oceans,
spans desolate canyons, and fear filled mountain tops.
that we may cross over this tragedy to a renewed heart 
by means of the love we shared and continue to share
through the love of our Almighty God
 
 
Grief is…
A pain we can use, to broaden our hearts
and the hearts of all those around us
it is… a road we must travel to gain wisdom.
A level of wisdom you will never achieve by playing strong.
For only when we sink to the bottomless pit of grief
Will we be awakened by the light of truth.
 
Grief…
Do not judge it… for it contains Gods secrets
Secrets you can only hear by listening
through the blare of the pain.
It is a sacred contract to be in awe of and inspired by
To learn from and grow from
To gain compassion and understanding from
It is a journey that holds a sacred contract
That will be signed by each and every one of us
Who has the strength… and the courage…
to love with all your heart and all your soul.
It is not a journey I would wish on anyone
But now that I am here I will walk it with honor
And purpose, with my head held high and my feet in stride
For at the end of this road there you’ll be,
waiting to take me home.


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Poet Destroyer-It will be ok

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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In Awe of Your Love

Dear Lord Jesus, this gift of love you give to me More precious than the breath I breathe Flows endless as the mighty seas Bringing countless blessings in times of need To know that you live inside of me May I reflect your light on all I see I feel you always in the rising sun And I smile through tears when rain clouds come undone! Amazed, I watch as lightning bolts zip 'cross darkened skies And marvel as thunder rumbles through pillars of clouds Be it day or night constantly by my side I’m in awe of your love; forever my guide You gave your life for me; set me free! Though undeserving, you pour down your loving grace Upon mankind irrespective of belief And call to each, 'come taste and see what it means to be free'! When my days are done and your light I return May it be as brilliant as when you placed it in me Let me not return empty keeping it to myself I pray that I give freely to light another’s path ~*~
02/14/12


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Unborn Tomorrows

Unborn tomorrows..
Disguise unknown sorrows
Leaving hearts full..
Not empty and hollow

Unborn tomorrows..
Always send a rainbow smile
After dark clouds..
Have had their while

Unborn tomorrows..
Leave room for dreams to grow
Even ones forgotten..
So long ago

Unborn tomorrows..
Give all a second chance
To rekindle..
 Lost romance

Unborn tomorrows..
Provide opportunity to say thank you
I love you..
And appreciate all you do

Unborn tomorrows..
Give a chance to say
I'm sorry I acted that way..
I don't always mean everything I say

Unborn tomorrows..
Are like life itself 
Breathe in and out..
Nothing else
Just assuming the next one will come
Until the last one and then it's done..

So breathe deep and let it go..
If tomorrow doesn't come, you'll never know..

For God is love....


©Donna Jones

* I heard the phrase unborn tomorrow a long long time ago on an old western show when I was a kid..I thought it was beautiful and still do...


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EDGER ALL POE

Our dark founding father, of American literature,
A sinister beacon of darkness, lighting the way
Into the darkened abyss of mankind’s soul.
Within the galleria of madness, he is the
Grandmaster of the black ink, and it's
 Written words of terror.
In thus the shadow realm, does his spirit
Still roam, on the cutting edge of fear,
A fine thin line, is drawn between reality,
And fictions illusionary world.
Life's a shunned, abandonment’s creation,
The lord's misbegotten son, embraced
The night's cloak, in it's power
His only salvation unto history's
 Remembrance, is found a truth's
Justice and notability's respect.
Loves passionate compliant servant,
Dashed against the rocks of life itself,
Broken and damaged, he rose above
The waves of poverty, and the under
 Current of tragedies broken
Heart.
Some may say he wrote from the after
Effects that laid, at the bottom
 Of the bottle.
Or afterfeeds drug endued comma, dulling
The emotional nerves concept between
Right and wrong, the social exceptionable
Norm.
But we care not what others wish to believe,
For we honor him, those of us the dark poets,
As the father whom lead the way, between
Light and dark.
Dearest Edger Allen Poe, the legend, the man,
A spiritual dark representative, with pens quailed
Ink at his command.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




















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Yes Friend, It Will Matter

Say not to me,
that it will not matter a hundred years from now,
that I was here.
For surely I have touched one life in a positive way,
perhaps in daily prayer
I've called your name one day.
Having no profound accomplishments or delusions of fame,
and leaving no progeny
to perpetuate my name,
still, it will matter that I was here.
For I have quietly endeavored to sow, and I have watered.
I love and am loved--should one desire more?
Life is good and hopefully God is pleased.
The tracks I'll leave, it's true,
will not be so ingrained as to stand harsh winds of time
and they shall fade as the evening sun,
leaving somewhere, only a name and date chiseled in granite.
Perhaps, if only in thought,
one pausing o'er me should question, who was this man?
Let God simply whisper, that I am His.


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MY SOUPER GIRLFRIENDS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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









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THE HANGING TREE

Dead men tell no tails, or so the winds of 
Destiny’s say.
On judgment hill from on high, 
Voices do echo downwards, as the 
Noose does sway, back and forth, on the
Hangman's tree.
These gallows, of oaken branches, act as tethers,
 Shackles, holding the forsaken, souls prisoner.
Ghost phantoms cling, to it's rotten limbs,
That break beneath times endless rampage.
Regrets fallen horsemen, of the old west, 
Stand guard, sentinels on horse back,
Wearing a tarnished tin star.
God's law keepers, are  branded, sworn,
By their honor, to protect even after death,
The gates of heaven, from this spawn of hell.
Beware evil desperadoes, no mercy will
This the lord's posses show unto you, 
For these riders bare a different mark.
A silver cross of justice, given by
The Almighty’s hand himself.
Say thy prayers, all lawless men,
For on this day, does the rope tighten,
Around your neck, there is no reprieve,
No salvation for evils deceit.
Hell bound are thou, the devils breed.
But beware, there is no escape,
From this grave site.
At dawns first light, as it spreads
 Across the western horizon.
Know that yee, are one of many spirits
Doomed, to be weaved within the
Tangled limbs, called the hang
Mans tree.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


 

 


 

 


 

 


 


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AUTUMN ON FIRE

God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one. 
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
 In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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An adequate vocal gesture

I do have purpose
that stays near
a constant reminder 
of my inner child

As my conscienceness
shines through to create 
a new perspective
I break out of my cocoon

Only to discover that 
I find places where
the sanctity of my being
does not flow as it should

My intuition is what 
guides me though
there is no longer the 
desire for the constant 
upheaval of tragedy to strike
upon me

On my journey I have 
discovered that there 
are many hidden truths

So as my spirit ascends 
I am inspired by my bravery...

If I am frightened 
by the visibility that 
standing proud does to me
then I shall stand even taller

No longer will I fear 
the degradation that
once was my shadow
there is no home here 
for the shame any longer

And I will no longer be 
swayed by the fragments of defeat
When I become sorely tempted by
sheer exhaustion

And I think I can't
make it on my own
I will remember that 
I am walking this
road of life for me...


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If I Cry

If I cry
It must be the memory
Of a skirt unlifted by a gust
To still a boy's misery 
And wipe my eyes dry
Of tears
For the way time sears
Us like flowers
And reaped my mother 
Before I was ready to let her go.

If I cry
I cry for days she sheltered me
From a child's web of fallacy
And put her spittle on my knee
Where bruised flesh 
Was a boy's view of tragedy.
I would press my face
Against her dress
And feared no goliath
Or loneliness.

If I cry
I cry for evenings on the porch
When she gathered us
Our feet white with blowing dust
And hunger like a miner
Drilling us
We had so little to eat some days
But she with prayers picked fruits
Of heaven's mercy
And we thankful ate together
And heard her ancient anecdotes
Of ancestors' exploits that floats
Still upon a manhood sky.

If I cry
I cry that mothers' days are meaningless
When the sight of flowers
Are frail veils upon a grave
And the customized Christmas cards
Will not sparkle her eyes
Just before the kiss upon my cheek
Honoring me for faithfulness
And knowing her love measures more
More than a day
More than the years that sums earth's decay.

If I cry
I cry for the love of my mother
For the woman and life giver
For God to bring
Order to this unruly thing
That spoons our purpose to a cup
Swallow us
Before the dusk with each sup
Of time, diminishing us
I cry for faith to hold my trust
Against the agony of loss
Death is a demonic disgust
That makes me long
To substitute all tears for angels song.

If I cry
Preserved my hope with brine of eye
To live again
Without death or pain
And run with my mother
Through the clapping ovation of summer rain.


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Thank's Soupland

Sunday morning coffee
attracted to this screen
soupland is my toffee
my java needs no cream

Where we all chew on our pencil's
our pen's no longer quill's
we hack this keyboard wonder
exciting mental thrill's

We read eachothers thought's
emotions never drought
constant rain,a train of verse
I find myself immersed

Sharing our complaints and want's
but never do we point or taunt
we may occasion disagree
but that's what makes you,you,me...me

Freedom of expression
with a touch of cool discretion
allows this site for us to write
feeling neither wrong nor right

I enjoy my time spent sharing
even if it might be much
but if I might be daring
on subject's lightly touched

So to all my friends at soupland
I say thank you,extended hand
a place where we grow together
and weather this world's whatever's......


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She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


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The Conventional Girl

Underneath the sea of trust 
Words shovelled sand in her eyes
The smell traced back a map of hope
Paradise could still not be located

Joy lived far from her earth
Please wake me after my death
For I might have missed the turn 
I did dig my own emergency grave I remember

My dream trails had no brake lights
Bumps after bumps 
Poetry drums speeding eternal crumps 
Every soul bumped into my back seated lips
The road to their ears required constructive rhymes
Poetry police 

Bulldozers bullied opportunities on the pavement of my love
Paradise got dizzy and lost meaningful visions 
Conventionally my heart is one
Sharpened in tubes sharing heart-beats with no lies

I loved loving love
Restricted dreams to stick-away from uneven pants chasing bums 
My mouth opened doors shaming the unshakable love triangle stunts 
Usually conventional uses are unusual 

My heart my grave
The future I paved
The sand glowed like stars in my eyes
Disgraced to blind my visual crafts
My confession

The roots of my strength came in veins
Circulating thoughts 
He made me shoes from manmade bricks
For I walk buildings in my dreams 

Skyscrapers scrubbing the breeze of hope in the sky
She placed her heart in rules
Speak your promise 
I the conventional girl 

© Ray 


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No Greater Hero

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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


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Because I am the only one

Because I am the only one!

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I can never be no one, because I am the only one!

Who is that unique me that's replaceable by none!

You say you could easily replicate me as my clone!

But it wouldn't be a real me, only one mere drone!

I am bonded into relationships with my kith and kin!

That wouldn't be just the same even if I had a twin!

I think and feel like no other does, you like it or not!

I have left my mark on the world, a soft sweet spot!

If I weren't there, a difference it would surely make!

What I have said and done, no one could ever fake!

When I am no more there, I might be soon forgotten!

I'd be woven in the thread of time, as a wisp of cotton!

The seeking eyes would always find me in my imprints!

Connect and my eternal presence will give you my hints!

I was there when we were created, I will be there forever!

Times and places would change, my identity would never!

So let us treasure each other as one of a kind, just as we are!

We all shine in the galaxy of creation, each one of us is a star!

Why should then we think of becoming adversaries not friends?

When we're paintings of the same colors in our distinct blends!

Let us live in eternal peace, whoever and wherever we may be!

Because we know we are are the only ones, whether you or me!

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Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


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Suncatcher --recited

A visitor— icicle fingers tapping on my windows' pain— white blanket in tow Hurting enough, I paid him no mind so he kept tap, tap, tapping ‘til cobweb-like cracks appeared: a final, gentle tap shatters my windows My rainbow world now smothered, pallid, forced into boredom and slumber, sunlight chased away and I am never the same again… Soul gets plunged deep in the cold blinded by whiteness, numbed with simplicity there is an eerie stillness, almost as if no one dared to breathe, even the barren trees refused to quiver brittle dendrites seem to claw the sky futile though, for they are frozen, grasping at nothingness, clouds stubborn and stoic, brooding in silent grayness …and then from within, a filigreed whisper escapes palpable and brave~ it weaves its way through the branches, gathering strength wherever it went it beckons to the sky, which in turn gives in and celebrates ~ letting dainty confetti fall white, yet amazingly graceful each flake falls softly on the ground— a fashionable brocade trees softly sway now, and dance to a winter song the sky weeps with happiness for seeing a glimpse of life— diamond teardrops they catch a bit of evasive sunlight, of which I thought I’ve lost and give birth to miniature rainbows… all this time, Sunlight was there I just never knew how to catch it.
an audio of me reciting this poem http://www.4shared.com/music/Q_tqp2LEba/suncatcher.html?#


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Children of the Divine Wind

Many times the ocean has saved Nippon, pearl of the sea, an oceanic symbiosis a speck in a fecund see. The dikes of man such miniscule plans to hold back the tide. The throngs, each and all crawl across the thin skin of volcanic soil or rise with in the hump-backed alps of remnant cones. Yet, the sea rises to reclaim its own scour the pallet of man, refine, burnish melt, reform. With pen and sword kanji drawn, samurai born with knife and bone entrails torn, honor tested tested by the hand of He, tested and found worthy. The children of the Divine Wind rise above the tsunami, as one, unbowed.


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Through Eyes of Redwoods

"to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature" William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601

towering redwoods forest dwellers born before Christ’s time on Earth spreading arms to lofty heights dwellings provided in hollow, cave-like trunks wrap your spirit in the redwood cocoon feel the cool, dark air refreshing body and spirit refuge from summer’s heat speak to me, redwood tree, tell me of times past when Native Americans cherished the land and Jesus preached in Galilee out of body, one with the redwood journeying through history living in a time tunnel where past meets present trees that know what man has forgotten ancient tribes with sacred values surviving earth-changing cataclysms surrounding us with secrets to share if we dare dwell within this broad, mystical expanse redwoods’ memories
by Carolyn Devonshire for Constance’s “The Tree” Contest April 21, 2011


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When the Tab Comes Due

Frail humans we are and mistakes are made, but there will be a time to pay for pain inflicted on others. Run swiftly from dark clouds hovering above, baggage like an albatross around our necks -- cast it aside. Commit to offering kind words, compassion to all, bestowing brotherly love. Make amends when possible for harmful acts, even negative thoughts, and promote harmony. When we stand at heaven’s gate, we’ll not be asked about material possessions, but how much love we gave. The prince and the pauper will be judged as equals when the tab comes due.
*Entry for Paula’s “How Due You Dew” contest Written September 8, 2011


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On Butterfly Wings

On clear bright days I catch a glimpse
Of what is a rare and beautiful sight.
Endangered, once feared to be lost to time
A gem to the butterfly world.
The Monarch making a brave return
Bringing to me a smile on beating wings.
Timeless beauty wrapped in a silk cocoon
Free to flutter where the wind goes.
Dancing on air without missing a beat
Enchanted by your beating heart.
Knowing I have seen rare beauty.
On more than one occasion you have come,
Like the rainbow that comes by.
Peeking through the clouds, around corners.
Reminding me on several occasions,
To follow inspiration, to keep chasing rainbows.
To fly on butterfly wings.

For P.D., who constantly inspires...
Contest 'any old butterfly poem...


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SOMEWHERE ALONG HER HANDS


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


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Masterpiece

Paint me.. 
a picture of disaster
of Self pity 
of little worth

of meaninglessness 

on a cornflower blue background
and red brush strokes

signify me..

put me on canvas
on display
for all to see and
criticize

because even 
free wine and
hors d’oeuvres
will never be 
enough

this grand 
opening
isn’t for them

or even
for you
it 
is 
for
Me

I am a masterpiece


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When He Smiles

The sun shines again for he smiles. The indeterminable day no longer flees or hides for its end is sought, as is its beginning for he smiles. Confusion though abiding must wait the laggard servant scolded by the Mistress Aphrodite for he smiles. Want must find a different dwelling for the moment un-housed by sweetest joy for he smiles. The sun shines again.


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Amazing Grace

The soul whom the Son sets free
is free indeed,
Unlocking the rusting shackles
of oppression,
Allowing life’s amazing grace
to shine with His embrace,
Transformation of soul’s darkness
to light’s brightness,
The uplifting revelation of God’s
truth of freedom,
His extraordinary and infinite power
shining love every hour,
Preservation and hope for life
His love abound, no strife
How sweet the sound—
Wrapped in His embrace
Singing Amazing Grace! 

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
17th Place Honorable Mention/Certificate
Poetry Soup's International Poetry Contest
July 1, 2007
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LONELINESS

LONELINESS

(Message of hope dedicated to all those that have been through such an excruciating experience.)


Loneliness:
Painful
Agonizing
Merciless 
Unbearable solitude,
When you are present, Time immobile 
Remains
And
Each second an eternity of intolerable 
Suffering becomes 

At such moments,
We implore Time to advance,
To accelerate his pace
To hurry up
For
The next second to come
The next minute 
The next hour
The next day 
So as 
The pain to decrease
Our agony to lessen
And us to be liberated from distress
From our affliction and from 
Our ordeal
But Time – a sadist- unmoved stays 
Mocking us 
And 
Instead of picking up speed he 
Is dragging his leaden feet, enjoying thus himself with
Our perpetual torture,
Hence we,
Disappointed by Time's unhurried stance,
Absorbed by his immobility, 
Let ourselves sink deeper and deeper into our hopelessness,
Till we reach the deepest point of 
Our being,
A place void of all thoughts, 
Of absolute silence and of intense 
Suffering!

We wish to shout
To scream
To yell 
To howl 
But 
No voice is possible to be heard 
No-one is there to listen to our call of distress 
And then
In the darkest hour of solitude, 
At the culminating point of desolation,
When we thought all is lost, we realize to our surprise, that
We are not alone,
WE WERE NEVER ALONE! 
A tenant is there with us, 
A tenant, beyond the limits of ourselves,
Of our understanding,
Of our awareness,  
A tenant who looks at us with affection
With compassion and most of all 
With love,
Unconditional love, 
True Love,
Yes, it is HIM
The ONE and ONLY
HE who was there before us 
And 
Will be here into eternity 
After we are gone: GOD HIMSELF!

We look at His Holy visage and we discern an 
Apologetic expression for 
Having put us through this tribulation so as to be able to make
HIS presence to us known!
He had tried before to approach us on
Many occasions 
During the period of our good fortune,
Of our successes and of our achievements
But
We had ignored HIS calls at that time,
You see, we didn’t need any help then 
For
We thought everything was our doing
Under our firm control 
And
That we were INVINCIBLE!
 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
      13 JUNE 2013
 


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Sometimes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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Visit to Grandma

Have you ever woken up feeling like a kid 

With angels dropping cotton candy on your soul 

When knocks on doors reveal no steps in snow 

And shooting stars have white beards and presents? 

I get lost sometimes under goose feathers and it feels good, 

Broken speakers squeak Christmas Carols 

There are no clocks on walls, only the rhythm of pine logs in the fireplace 

It smells of the forest I used to fly with horses, 

No saddles, no hats, no shoes, no wolves... 

Just practicing tying my shoelaces and sitting up straight for life... 

I watch her reflection secretly pray in a room made especially for us... 

* 

It's warm, pupils - two mirrors of colorful lights on a plastic tree...


www.scripca.com
 

Iolanda Scripca copyright  2010


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If You Are Lonely

If you are lonely watch the birds 
In their freedom of flight--
Feel the warmth of the sun 
Kiss your cheeks and smile
Visit the shore and listen to 
The waves sing sweet songs
Close your eyes and smell the 
Fragrant flowers of spring
Transport yourself through 
Time’s great abyss 
In memories of streams that 
Flow with a youthful glow. . .
Dive in pools of aqua waters 
Through your mind’s eye
Delight in the breezes playful 
Mood as the trees sway in tune
Listen to the purr of a 
Contented cat in your lap
Write a letter to yourself 
And promise to answer. . . 
Better yet write a poem, 
One that will linger long
In someone’s lonely mind.


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In A Meadow

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I can feel the breath of violin, upon my face ~ The fluttering wings of fingers playing, 'A Lark Ascending' In sweet release, I close my eyes, and drift away to inner peace ~ All strife takes flight, the music takes me to a meadow growing…. Two clarinets, in soft duet …..are timeless, ageless, knowing I'm standing still, in waving grass, a cello plays a soft breeze blowing I weave and sway…the music plays …a french horn makes sweet love to me As if a lark, I leave the ground, upon the lilting sound, and fly away…
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inspired by the Classical composition, "A Lark Ascending" Composed by Vaughn Williams


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Upon His Blameless Feet

Glass and fractured imaginings are trite
Upon his blameless feet
Even as he dance and play about them

Toxic and perilous smoke are authority
Outside his naive lungs 
While he freely breathes to ensure laughter

Blood sprinkles and routine metal shards 
Within his innocent hands
Presently, as he claps to the street’s tune

Mordant activities be forever present
Before his youthful eyes
Just before the gleams therein make hearts sway

Remarkable is…
            Miraculous is…
                           Wondrous is…
                                         The resilience and spirit of youth


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Play It

Play It

You were afraid in the beginning.
You were excited and filled with anticipation. 
But, afraid.
Just holding her in your hands was a strange experience.
Awkward, like a first kiss.
Unsure of where and how to touch.
Just how should your lips
Meet her cold and unfamiliar mouth piece?
Remember those first few notes
Screeching through space inside the band hall?
A sacred place where rhythm and note
Have coursed the air and touched 
The smallest bones of the human body
With the softest and most pleasant caress.

Become familiar with the way she feels.
Close your eyes and feel the softness of her curves.
Treat her like a lady of royal blood.
Her father has given you her hand.
There is no leaving her at the altar.
You will decide your life together.
Love her. Caress her. Kiss her softly.
Learn to move your fingers and listen to her reply.
The early sound of surprise becomes the sound of love.
Soon, you breathe as one, and the voice you hear,
The voice we hear.
Is not hers. Is not yours. But, the union of both.
And what we hear is the birth of something
Grand and glorious and beautiful!

Play it!
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4C4YU5JtIo   


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The Voice

He is the voice inside your heart
the one that makes you care
the voice that cries at injustices
when life becomes unfair

He is compassion deep within
that stirs and makes you feel
the hurt and pain and helplessness
of the suffering and grieved

He is your comfort in sadness felt
when you try to understand
the senseless emphasis on things
of insignificance to man

He is the love no one can cloak
the tears of joy you shed
the water that connects the souls
of both the living and the dead

He is the force that shielded you
that kept you safe from falling
the guide that won't leave you alone
until you hear his voice that's calling

The voice that says he's engraved inside
your heart and soul and mind
and he'll bring to you remembrances
if you but want to seek, you'll find

He is the voice you know exists
healing wounds of your life's story
The voice determined that you win
And be partaker of his glory

He is the peace who ends despair
the truth in you for cause to say
"My God! My God! I know you're here
for you shine to light the way

and blood once shed has cleansed my sins
my aged old mind has been set free
Father, I do glorify thy name
for grace that reconciles through Christ in me"

And thus it is, the voice of hope
that enables you to stand
His reach is to the very core
His wisdom..the rebirth of the soul of man..


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THE POET DESTROYER

A shades poet, writing in blacks quailed ink,
Expressing emotions by a poetic pallet of diversity,
On a canvas rainbow bursting forth across the
Horizon at dawns first light.
Imaginations dream seeker, walking amongst 
The clouds, in heaven's meadows above.
Inspiration's muse, she'll never realize what
A simple comments pleasure, can give to
Lighten up someones day.
I've read eloquence's words placed upon the
Lab top screen before me, and felt tears sorrow,
Exhilaration’s heights of elevation.
Through her words of poetic thoughts placed 
Within lines.
Getting to know another person, and so now
Calling her a friend.
We the bards are becoming a rare breed, 
Unique each one of us, in our own ways,
But in retrospective similarities sharing the 
Same traits and needs.
To write, to express, and use our intense
Imaginations, to take others along with us,
In a journey beyond physical limitations,
Beyond body and mind.
She calls herself Poet Destroyer, but in 
Reality's truth, she is not destruction’s poetic
Slayer, but instead an angel of 
Compassion helping those whom need guidance.
What is the meaning of life, I've heard this
Asked many times before?
My personal opinion to this question is
To make some kind of difference in this 
World.
To touch another's persons life in some way,
Special,
Poet Destroyer you've touched mine,
And this is my way of saying thank you.
Happy Birthday to come my friend.
Always Cheri.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



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Life's Battles

It's strange how God talks to us. Sometimes in the wee hours of a sleepless night, Sometimes a sweet voice appears in the background music of the vaccum cleaner. Maybe while driving home from a tedious workday with the radio turned off. Maybe awaken from sleep words pouring from your heart and soul that makes you Jump out of bed and scramble for pen and paper. I'm not the least surprised that the words jump out of me, For God has talked to me many times in this manner. You see, they all have a common denominator. Its when you tune out the Distractions of your surroundings that God can talk to the innermost parts of your being. He leaves your heart and soul in awe as your mind comes back to earth. No, I'm not a bit surprised that he woke me from a deep sleep. I pray for him to talk to me. He knows I need his inspiration. It's like bread and water To sustain me from the hum-drum of everyday living. I'm not a saint by any means, probably worse than the worse, lowest than the lowly. God knows me and he loves me anyway. Maybe I disappoint him with my selfish, stubborn And sinful ways, but he knows I love him and trust him in all things. Jesus is my Redeemer and salvation. He walks by my side thru tragedy, he is my healer through All my sicknesses. My faith is strengthened in him until my back feels it will Break into. Oh, what a friend I have in Jesus. A young man once said,"We young people need to hear from our older generation the experiences they have overcome in all Situations." "We hunger for your testimonials to help us to know what to do when We are faced with our own trials and tragedy's." Maybe, when God speaks to us, even thru poetry, the real circumstances that we have faced He is only giving us the gift of being able to see the blessings that come from tragedy to Make our walk so much more easy.


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SISTER WARRIOR

Why me dear God in heaven's
Name why me?
Awaiting for a divine answers reply.
Kneeling at the lords sacred altar,
Lit candles flickering all about her
A bowed head in reverences honor.
In prayers hands tenderly cradling her,
Rosary.
She has been blessed by an angel's,
Healing touch.
Realizes not a mightier power stands,
Before her, shielding his lamb from,
 Harms way.
Faith guides this believers soul, 
Homeward unto grace.
She is truly not alone in this fight,
Rekindle a divine spark within,
Rage against the fading light,
And behold of a new dawning.
Humanities loving spirit everlasting,
Its our greatest weapon.
And many hands rest upon,
It's hilt.
Behold the sword of hope 
With it's sharpened edge.
And millions lend their strength
Of will behind it's wielding power. 
We are here my friend, my sister,
Always.
Let this evil shadow pass, give it
No binding power.
Shake off fears disbelief, know,
Sister warrior on this battle field,
Women must fight together. 
 United standing strong,
 Fixed on one single goal survival.
A pink ribbon may represent
The cause,
But within life's circle the
Human touch comforts a
Spiritual soul.
With faith's devotion as her
Guardian’s shield it will carry such
 A brave lady,
Through hells fire and beyond.
Remember your not alone
Against our common enemy
Named Cancer.
One day we will find a cure.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 

 


 


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The Voice

He is the voice inside your heart
the one that makes you care
the voice that cries at injustices
when life becomes unfair

He is compassion deep within
that stirs and makes you feel
the hurt and pain and helplessness
of the suffering and grieved

He is your comfort in sadness felt
when you try to understand
the senseless emphasis on things
of insignificance to man

He is the love no one can cloak
the tears of joy you shed
the water that connects the souls
of both the living and the dead

He is the force that shielded you 
that kept you safe from falling
the guide that won't leave you alone
until you hear his voice that's calling

The voice that says he's engraved inside
your heart and soul and mind
and he'll bring to you remembrances 
if you but want to seek, you'll find

He is the voice you know exists
healing wounds of your life's story
The voice determined that you win
And be partaker of his glory

He is the peace who ends despair
the truth in you for cause to say
"My God! My God! I know you're here
for you shine to light the way

and blood once shed has cleansed my sins
My aged old mind has been set free
Father I do glorify thy name
for grace that reconciles through Christ in me"

And thus it is..the voice of hope
that enables you to stand
His reach is to the very core
His wisdom..the rebirth of the soul of man...


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The Cut

A country yearns industry
from assiduous minds revolutionary,
cities conceived with mind set and skill
yet lay insipid in the body of Britannia
those in need of life’s blood,
akin to human organs
served only; by arterial veins.

The first sod to lift an unfolding nation
the first cut the inauguration the call,
have a thought pleasure seeker
enduring men with pick, shovel, some did fall,
his sweat given freely or not as the case may be
to mingle with earth removed
or deep within copse ghyll may well be for a tree.

The Dales emptied, of its men
famine ravaged Ireland too,
drawn towards the rush of new born adrenaline
a creation of foresight
when the need for this an artery to flow
through lock, tunnel aqueduct,
transforming her virgin land
albeit out of trades of old,
an era steeped in tradition
tools an extension: of one’s own hand.

Adverse weather geography
this realm having found fame,
complexity from above, below,
the elements the environment
nothing to stand in obsessions way,
from soil to solid rock, energy sapping
clods of clay negotiated all
amidst many tongues, yet same laborious conclusion
wheeled away by the barrowman; 
horse and cart.

This precious land host to many heroes
those upon columns stand tall,
our sons live on in remembrance
a memorial for them all,
so to this symbolic structure
craved through hostile terrain,
a burly navvies sculptured cleft
within the very earth
his body one day to lay.

Oh the city Leeds, city Liverpool and those in between
the bargees upon the cut there now do dwell
living within the ideals of another time sown
but of ease it is with just a memory
conservation the historic debt on loan!

copyright Harry J Horsman 2013


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PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

From behind the crimson curtain,
The skylark sings within her
Gilded cage of musical notes,
To please her dark lord and master.
Beauty's prisoner of the forsaken,
She raises her voice in clarity's
Magnificence,
Beneath crystal chandeliers opulence.
As if a bird taking flight within
Harmonies Symphony.
This youthful diva sheds
Her physical shackles, released
By a spiritual reclamation, of liberty's
Beyond her earthly form.
This mistress of song captures
Liberation’s heights, beyond freedoms
Escape, to soar high above the heavens.
She is set free, released within the music itself.
In the mind of the phantom, he plays
Along with the orchestra of the dammed.
A pianist of great renowned, with loves
Sweet melody, is inspired by jealousy’s
Conquest, she is his, always and forever.
The dead’s musicians, play on, with their
Instruments precisely in tune,
A delicate balancing, is each textures
Movement, it is harmony's perfection,
A Graceful sounding, carried across the
Stage of this twisted tragedy.
On destiny's piano the grand master sits,
With his candelabra lit, from loves eternal
Flame of desire.
It's light softly flickering, by gentle winds
Breeze, calling her name, Christine.
Oh angels of mercy, here the meadow lark
Singing, beneath the cobbled streets,
And sawyers chambered walls.
Love's prince does slay the beast,
As fire shatters the opera house, leaving
Nothing but ashes residue behind.
Yet in echoes voice, he screams by nights
Breath, her name once more, he calls unto her,
The phantom of the opera, Christen.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Once Broken

When all around
sharp   scattered  fragments
of broken dreams
bloodied my soul -
pierced every thought
that dared to take a step -
YOU lifted me.

When bowed by
an unrelenting weight
of cold and ice and snow, I bent
until my crown was buried,
frozen on the ground ...
sounds of snapping crashing limbs
shattered on the crust
and s l i d against my brow;
YOU hoped and waited
for me to stand once more.

When in the storm
I faltered -
too far, too lost, too gone,
choking on waves of self pity
and regret,
You stood on shore
and held a lamp high
until I followed its golden glow

HOME

And when I couldn't
with these two arms
hold all of the pieces together,
YOU wrapped your LOVE
around all
and once more
I was WHOLE ...

Written Dec. 14, 2013 by Craig Cornish



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Dancing In Ink

DANCING IN INK

A Poem by Debbie_Philly
 
" I love dance and I love writing !!! "
One of my very first writerings 
 
DANCING IN INK
 
My pen dances in ink
feathers quilled and twirl
in the excitement that is my pen.
My mood gives it rhythm
the graceful movement
to slide across my page.
The rhyme that flows from my soul.
Sometimes the dance is slow
so sad, bittersweet.
Steps of drowning tears.
The tears of my heart
pounding with drops of disappointment.
With other splashes of written dance
the mood and movement is angry.
I stomp.
Making my presents known across the page.
Yet on another performance of the pen
my ink dashes along the margins
in pure delight.
Ecstasy that can only come
from the ever passionate mind
of a dancers pen.
Feathers quill the rhythm
and rhyme inside my mind.
That is when my pen takes the lead
in this tango of words.
I become my fantasy.
My mind, lost
absorbed in what is my purest passion.
What more can be said.
Steps splashing in ink.
For me the two intertwine
as though they are the meshing
of two perfect souls.
Souls, separate but joined
tells a story.
One with the mind.
The other with the body.
In perfect union.
That is why my pen
DANCES IN INK!

Debbie Kelly ( Debbie Philly)

2005


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SNOW DUST

Melting tears of the moon is snow dust, frozen droplets
Turning into flakes of white icy lace, that cling to the baron
Limbs of the tree tops, for it is winters grace, a frozen
Kiss given unto autumns last sighs of farewell, until
The next seasons change takes place.
Softly floating wisps of thin frozen mists, shifting
Ever lightly, gracefully unto the winds, tenderly
Aloft, free falling paper thin crystals of ice,
Cascading downwards unto the frozen earth below.
Layers of delicate texturing of refineries elegance,
Transforms this landscape of falls color burst, into
A winter wonderland of frost and white icings
Gleaming brilliance.
A kingdom of flickering diamonds is show cased
Beneath the lunar shine, of the light hanging within
The heavens above, a glittering field of gems
Illuminated by the elliptical sphere, Called the moon.
In this picturesque display, the writer ponders
Humbly, to the wonders of nature’s masterful
Hands of creation, to be able to create such 
Beauty on
 this frozen canvas, and the poet
Is left in awes wake of hushed expression.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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You are Blessed

I called to the Lord and my voice,
Echoed down Thy golden corridor.
My sorrowful voice resonated,
Ripples of painful airwaves,
Across the divine exosphere.
And in the midst of my darkness,
Shadows mean the light is near.

He came from His throne to me,
His warmth touched my caramel skin.
I was in the presence of the Lord
And I spoke...to the most high.

I asked what cannot be regained,
His reply was: the stone, after it’s cast,
The word, after it’s spoken...and time, after it’s gone.
And He granted my request to bless the eyes,
That read...this modest poem...


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Word Sage

When all of youth flees and even the whitest eye reddens, rheums, words, fair words, dispel the gloom. When hands are mapped with age and knurled, still, they transform the page, the eye, the cage, for where words flow, the mind goes, to the pristine smiles and the smooth curves which once were yours, your cheek, your neck, your hip. Deny me anything but the word for it’s magic will soon be all that remains of fleeting youth.


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Five Minutes More

I wish I had that second back a minute ago.
I wish I had that minute back when we laughed
over a comic strip that reminded us of ourselves.
I wish I had a basket full of minutes I could give away
to everyone that wanted a piece of yesterday or tomorrow,
or would I be selfish and keep them all to myself?
If I had five minutes, would I use them all at once
or would I save one or two for some other time;
like a stack of unread letters, would I open the best first
or save those for last, to ponder in a quiet place
or would I share them with ... let me think about that;
and then I realized how hopeless I would feel.
Could I go back and share them on 9/11
or the Boston Marathon or Pearl Harbor
or Sandy Hook or Hiroshima or ... but then 
I realized there weren't enough,
there would never be enough minutes to give back -
and to whom anyway ... ?
How would you chose who to save?
I guess God would say, "Make the best of your minutes today
and you won't wish you had them back tomorrow".


Craig Cornish


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Continual Autumn



Quote 2: "Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent. ~Rumi ~ Old pages torn from ancient trees with sage remarks upon the breeze break silence, one by one Catch them, hold them, before they flee and listen to the past, unseen for strong roots to lean on
............................... For Nette's Contest: Rimee couee: By Carrie Richards 4/20/12


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The Poet

The Poet

We have been around for thousands of years
Reading our words for kings and queens
and a few people who gathered just to hear us talk.
We lived on the copper coins they could afford
and traveled through the lands writing what 
we saw, dreams and thoughts.
Our words were put to music and made immortal
Others were acted on the stage making
people laugh and cry.
Some words changed the way people thought
and ended hatred between people who
should not feel hate.
People died because they did not realize what
our words could do
Many times a love bogged in fear was loosed
because of a few words we wrote.
God only knows how many children our words
have brought smiles to and how many starting
thinking because of what we wrote.
Why do we do it?
Not to end wars or hatred
Not for the lovers who found each other because of us
Not even for the copper coins people throw
We do it because we love words
We do it to share our feelings
and we do it so that someday maybe someone will read 
our thoughts, dreams and words  and they will be 
remembered long after we are gone.


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Heart Shaped Balloon

I gave you a balloon,
It held my life inside.

Within a shiny rubber tube
components of my soul aligned,
a sign,
I became something new
for you...

Memories
Feelings
Ideas

Each speck
a tickle upon my breath,
a tiny bubble
of nuanced personality;

The strengths of me debrided
the secrets of my lungs,
pink and untold
for you to confide,
ease trouble
in eyes before me.

Yet
were you astute?
Could your mind compute
the depth 
of the beautiful find
floating before you?

You bent,
my unique particles ended
their show of strength
broken in length;

You twisted,
crushed and divided
my dreams subsided...

Molded to an unrecognizable form,
I became your norm.

Though you never knew,
my secret hope to survive
my own gift
thrive and lift,
lay within you.

Your grip thirsted control so long,
the pieces of me left burst
to skitter away in song
among soaring clouds,
leaving shrouds of pain
grounded and gone...

Flying far from the land
one beautiful day,
away 
from you
and the broken balloon that laid
in your hand.



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Walls of Superficiality

So many live on the edge of Superficiality
Not wanting to see beyond the physical
Pretty clothes pretty people
Living pretty lives

They will never know the extrordinary ordinary
Regular every day people
Lives more complicated than the surface we see
Inside jokes
Struggles that add humor to their lives
Answers to questions they will never ask
They have dreams
Some beauty lies below the surface
Diamonds are never found laying on top of the ground
Gold is hidden for a reason
True wealth comes from effort

I want to be an emotional miner
Superficiality will not satisfy my yearning
Tell me your story
My ears scream for your words
Your secrets are safe with me
Tell me your jokes
I will get the punch line
I will cry your tears
Our spirits are intertwined
Unseen connections become our bonds
We were alway related
Time distance language computer screens
They are not limitations
I see beyond to a life of imagination
Not limited by what is seen
What is unseen will be fully felt
Our spirits eternal
Walls of superficiality melt away


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I AM LIVING

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

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


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THE GIFT

It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world
Of man.
Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes of rhythm,
Melt downwards from the silver lining of graces everlasting meadows
Of inspiration.
Separations clouds expose the here ever afters, sparks of the divinities
Fame burning as a torch lighting up the skies white powder showering
The earth with sweet melodic undertones, a thundering vibrating beat felt
Throughout the pulsating heart of nature itself.
Music lives within all things, it binds a connecting link, a 
Symphony a blending element, a melting promise between heaven and
Earth, a harmonious balance, light equaling dark.
In the vaults of the skies, the heavenly chorus joins with
The voices of humanity singing a song of complete
Harmony.
What a true wonder is this gift given unto mankind,
To write and sing, to share such expressionism with
One another, music is honestly a universal language
Understood by every nation, or age group beneath
The heavens themselves.
A heritages legacy passed down from grandfathers,
To fathers, and than to sons, and daughters,
Is this the love and wonder of these arts there in
So shared by all members of the human race for
Generations of inspiration to come.
I listen to the songs sang by the morning doves,
To the charming voices of our youthful young,
Than those jolly fellows from days gone by,
You know the old barber shop quorate.
So many variations and depths of degrees,
Harmony, rock-n-roll, to golden oldies country,
Music is a wonderment all to it's own glory.
So we thank you those powers on high,
For this miracle of a gift called music.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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The Color of Poetry

       As the ink touches my writing pad every letter seems to glow.
I feel I'm going mad watching sentences light so bright like a rainbow!
       Each word seems to hypnotize and my mind begins to travel.
I watch through brown eyes as the poem begins to unravel!

       Nouns and adjectives make up each dazzlingword.
The exclamation at the end of certain sentences compliment my verbs!
       Yellow, red, and blue hues reflect my mood.
Each paragraph shows a little bit more attitude!

       I wonder how so many colors can come together and still coexist?
The stanza's flutter light as a feather never tiring my wrist.
       My rainbow of letters in my sentence3s never cease to amaze me.
A canvas of art within my heart is the color of poetry!!!

Darkness fell across my writing pad, putting my stanza's in gloom.
I just knew I would go mad as I looked around the pitch dark room.
In the darkness I felt the push of my pen, and went with the flow.
A premonition again, and looked down to see each letter begin to glow!
Even the punctuation seemed to have a bluish hue, that illuminated my eyes.
I had a huge sense of deja-vu and the color of poetry I begin to recognize!

Each letter stood out all alone, and brighter they seem to grow.
Sentences like different colors of gemstones looked like a horizontal rainbow!
My pen begin to dance, having an aura of a brilliant white.
The stanza's begin to tell of a romance that would soon under the moon ignite!
I couldn't believe it had to do with me, and my head started to spin.
A love I wanted to achieve begin with the color of poetry all over again!!


*See pixs of me and other poems @ PoetryPub.ning.com (Jimmy M. Anderson


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Your Glory - I Give My Love - Jesus My Light

           Your Glory

Surrounded by your glory- what can I feel?
Surrounded by your glory - what can I fear?
Surrounded by your glory, there is no pain.
There is no fear, there is no sorrow, because 
You are my glory...


           I Give My Love

To you JUSUS I am ready to give my love.
But I want it to be clean and pure. I come to 
you to clean my soul and make white nas snow.

To you JESUS I bring you my heart. It is full of sacrs
that I could not heal, but you JESUS, will touch it and
make it new, so as of today JESUS my heart and my 
love belongs to you...


                      JESUS MY Light


To me, you are my my guide. You are also 
my light. You are what I need to make my 
life right.

please JESUS come into my life. Come into
my heart. Please come and change my life.
Please shine on me your light.


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INNER BEAUTIES PROMISE

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

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Murmuring Waters

She is the whispering of the bluest waters
Standing in the stillness she calls to me
Within the sounds of the coursing river
I feel the ease of her comfort washing over me
Consumed by her soft flowing siren song
Cascading down the mountains banks
Waltzing in the descending whitewater
Coming to rest in a cooled pool of her caress
Illumed depths tepid in the evening sun
Enhanced of her life and ardor 
Swimming free 
Drinking her intoxicating breath exhaling out
My love is the river of azure water
Ever carrying me onward she moves
Whispering…


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You are special

You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
no one can replace the radiance within you. People tell you that you are not cool,
smart, talkative, real.....making you to feel like a douche bag,
being punched right in your heart. Believe me, I've been where you were;
hurt, frustrated, and craving the gates of the afterlife. I looked 
like a person from a rehab. I also felt like a tourist in a place I was born.
As seasons passed, I realized that it was I, with the key to joy. "Rivers don't ask
for permission to replenish themselves; the Sun doesn't 
ask for permission to shine;
an eagle doesn't ask for permission to soar into the sky...." are words from a Zen
book, that woke up my inner fire. I started to dream positive things about me once more, and starting each day with a smile; this also changed the way 
people looked at me.
You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
life being the sky. Never forget that!
 


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Dear Me

Dear Me,

I need you to be stronger
I need you to never be afraid

swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer
tell her you love her,even if it hurts

Grab onto your dream and live it
Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity

Be better,love more, hold on.

Dear Me,

Enjoy every stop of the ride.
For when the train finally stops...we die

Until we witness the angels dance after final day...
Dear Me, hide your fears away


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Before my soul reaches the sky

Before my soul reach's the sky.

On earth, i would climb beyond to the peak of success.

Reaching beyond the reach of my physical stretch.

Before my soul reaches the sky,victory will win the look of my face and place in my hand the torch of accomplishment.The streets i walked on will memorize my foot steps in gold.

Warm memories, left in the time of cold.

Before my soul reaches the sky,my desires and dreams fulfilled will unleash from a ruby chess,beams of contentment.

Tokens of joy left behind to be spent in memories.

In the golden places of their heart they will remember me.

Before my soul reaches the sky,i will solve the mysteries of life,but after all one mystery unsolved.

That i will solve when my soul reaches the sky.


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Amidst Potent Floods

Though thunderous noises besiege me
And menacing flames threaten my being
I will gaze upon wondrous works of creation 
And trust that I should not fear

Amidst potent floods, I will stand 
Anxiety may hang thick as clouds above me
And though I trod through dark, murky waters 
My feet, by God's grace, planted well

For who keeps the ocean tucked in its bed?
Who bids the caterpillar, sleep and sprout wings?
If He cares so much for these creations
There is no doubt, He cares for me!

~*~


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A Leaf

Twisting, turning,
the tiny leaf,
made  it's way to the ground.
For another of God's creations
life has ended;
A short life it may seem;
Only a season.
Such is it with the life of man.
Man is here,
only for a little season.
Time is fleeting,
and after this
Eternity!






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Adrift

Adrift in this vast,
empty sea. Silent,
save for the beckoning call
of  distant gulls,
your only friend. And 
the makeshift mast and sail is
uselessly flaccid.

And beneath,
concealed
by the dangling sway, 
of muddy-
moss-green ribbons of waving kelp,
is the dark murk
of unknown depths.

Then the wind 
panics,
arousing your sail and
it swells into life
and draws you towards home.


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THE ICE FAWN

Rarest of beauty is she the ice fawn, 
Grazing within the ice meadows in crystal
Fields of frozen cloves, as the star lights
Flicker in brilliance shinning, all about her.
A shy creature of gentleness, made of ice
And snow, unique amongst the polarized canvas,
Alone in perfections glittering diamond dust, 
Of winter’s mystical enchantments.
Drinking from the pools of the moon,
Warmed by the twinkling shades of the rays,
Casted in the Aurora Borealis of the northern 
Pastures, beyond mankind’s encroachment.
Creations gathering of angel tears shed 
In tender moments of truest grace, was 
She this miracle thus was so made,
The ice fawn.
Chamber lights living Kalightoscope, a prism of
Dear shine, walking in splendors white ice.
A mystical being of opulence’s elegance, splashed
By the divine plate array, and brushed by the wings
Of the ethereal angelic.
A sparkling gem, a jewel of winter, with the
Soft brown eyes of clarity, behold the ice fawn
In all her glittering glory, walking in freedoms
Sacred Valley of the human imagination.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



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Ascending Epiphany

I realize limitation
	Is an illusion.
My destiny is without
	Boundary.
		Looking,
Beyond death. Beyond the periphery 
Eternal Incarceration
Cosmic chaos is cooking...
	Infinite combinations
In infinite situations
Attuned yet unaware,
A universe of oppositions
Frequency and energy
Space, matter 
A spiraling dichotomy.

an ascending epiphany.


11-27-14

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Little Glistening Salmon

“Momma… what are those lights up there?” “Those are salmon fish, glistening in the sky…” … She begs to understand your fears, your passions, your pursuits She is down on her knees, and you above Feeling the tears drip from the heavenly precipice… She wants to catch them in her eye And truly… see And she does see….far off…beyond the shade, Beyond every single worry river… Two pairs of eyes across the way Glistening with perception, set upon a face so serene… A warrior stance of their own, the eyes gaze… She is both torn and joyous to meet them, And had she dared to look away, the cares would flee And thoughts would spew faster than the rapids… Where the salmon skid upon the rock… Only to be grabbed and mauled by the world Those eyes reveal a face…a mind so sharp, yet loving Unraveling a heart that could bear the strongest boulders Hurling them higher than the moon… Watch! Little glistening salmon fish floating in space Her giggles would make you smile, The lights in her eyes would melt you and shape you Her and your heart you would both hold so close In almost an innocent embrace Then, suddenly, in that moment, a newness would emerge Something deeper than anyone has ever imagined to feel Not two—but one would understand For one you would become Yet… there are so many questions she longs to ask you So many…yet does she carry those answers? Are they written upon the skies? In the trees…or the bustling breeze? In the small recesses of a child’s imagination? …. “Why do the salmon float in space, Mamma?” Her hand squeezes the child’s palm affectionately… “Because his love for her was so great…that he lifted the greatest, strongest boulders from the creeks…the salmon would skid upon the rocks only to be met by the great paws of the bears…but before they were caught and devoured by the hungry creatures of this world, the Great Warrior with eyes of justice hurled all of them toward the moon just to see her smile… the stars you see…are the fish that are free!”


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Laughter and Karma

Pursue the pursed lips
Of woman with scarlet heels
Intricate design of appeal
On rounded bodies sexily dressed
With naked treachery in their porcelain faces

Let me laugh away your harebrained actions
My dear, my dearest, fool of a man
Unlock your gaze from my arresting truth
Rising upon the pedestal  on which I stand 

For I am the ultimate 
Source of your discourse 
That occurs between the beast in your heart
And that angel in the looking glass
Violate my heart again and again
I’ll still smile
For karma is my best friend


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Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

The sun had a way, of lighting the fires that would often die, and turn to ash, and dash our hope The wind had a way, to spread the flame, to light the way or die in vain Sun-ripe gold and red leaves have lined each trail and every road with heavy brilliance Our eyes, perhaps unwise, were often blinded by the glare But embers, frozen there, remained alive Approaching autumn, there is new fire Ripe with the sun, we have been shaped and formed grieving over postscripts, of a faded summer sky while the outstretched arm of autumn reaches through the trees--- Her leaf-fluttered hand opens fingers wide brushing passed branch silhouettes, to look into the sky and has tossed the evening embers to light our way
________________________________________________________ For Gail's Contest: Where Frozen Embers Still Burn 8/27/14


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Darkness and Light

From a rigid world of concrete and steel,
Angles exact and order absolute;

Of darkness complete and shadowless light,
Unseparated by dusk and dawn;

Of primary colors and round positive numbers
Where symmetry rules and the blemish flees comprehension;

Of good and evil,
No quarter given and none asked.

Waking to the imperfect,
Terrified at that which is not whole.

Shades innumerable fill awkward angles
And fashion beings in gray tone.

Where is this place? I ask,
As absent order I am lost.
What mad scheme creates such hell?

Perfect in its imperfection
Ordered in its chaos;

Unfinished yet complete,
The partial becomes the whole.

Light brushes darkness as the kaleidoscope turns,
All form transitory, all without judgment,
All free to assume the shape most pleasing, 
Then disperse to assume another.

Unbound, life and beauty pass harmless to every reach.
I the fool arrive late, yet here am I.


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Poet Destroyer Parades and Carnivals

            Poet Destroyer - Parades and Carnivals

Soft feathers gather up with color
On the wind to play as friends
They come floating first above the boulevard
Kind thoughts there elevate, somewhere between the innocence
Trumpets, drums and violins come thumping on the street 
Poet Destroyer is there to keep the peace
Hiding in disguise as Linda
She jumps up one thousand feet and lands
Right in the heart of Poetry Soup with marching bands
Flutes come alive while she eats fire
Catching knives between her teeth, and bullets just for fun  
While petting hungry tigers, yawning all the while 
Parades fill in the rest of life with yellows reds and peach designs
When PD comes marching down the streets all smiles
She wakes up, takes on greater feats
Casting royal colors in purples, gold and lavenders
Announcing the start of carnival
Trusted, serene, sweet dreams and memories
She speaks of dragons flying by her side in times gone by
But today, arise!... carnivals, parades, and dancing happy feet 
Bad memories sink out of sight
Diabolical forces, hard matters, enemies of play 
Will have to gravitate their weight some other day
No draconian measures or moments here
PD has come to host parades and gaiety 
Delicious love and fun gather up the sun
You can certainly feel the warmth
Rising lighter than the feathers to tickle everyone 
Linda jumps again and does it just for fun

Created on 12/04/14 for - Fighting Depression (poems for PD) - Poetry Contest

 


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Grand Canyon

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


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Betting on Nothing

By committing to nothing, one retains infinite options.
I have hid inside these words for moons and seasons and New Year’s toasts.
The lone wolf roams fertile pastures unfettered.
The thrill of the hunt.
The chase.
An empty bed is the hope of a new body’s sleeping curve.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday.
“The mystery of mysteries is the gateway to marvels.”
I stopped looking long ago.

The faces have blurred into a montage of emptiness.
Come and go; came and went.
I never bothered much to be bothered.
There aren’t many memories
And I am thankful for that.
Wet fingers and licked lips’
Blood on my hands.
Wasted time.
The years run on like a favorite sitcom gone bad.
It all should have been retired years ago.

It is easier to stay afloat and roam the big waters alone
Than set up camp on an island and face a face.
No problems.
No worries.
No connection.
Freedom is all that you cannot commit to
And who surrenders to nothing is he who lives in frigid shadows of fear.
Maybe I have never truly known warmth.

I walk the streets like a war-worn shoulder.
A little cold, a little distant, a little too silent.
The words I have are recycled fragments of someone else’s life.
I don’t offer much.
Poker face.
Can you read my concrete stare?
I have an entire universe hiding in my back pocket
But I’m scared to show you.
It’s been so long since I groped or even fondled my own life.
I’m not sure what I do or don’t have to offer.
I just keep making bets and upping the ante.


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Sanctuary of Obscurity

Dare one impose upon the primitive soul, Revolving around solitude—a savant hold warmer than the sun Entranced by every ideal—loving many and no one Would they hesitate to break the sensational sway… As petals of tiger lilies fall upon its sunset eyes Tremulous sighs and exhalations—dedicated to wisdom Looking to the sky…a vast wilderness of celestial light Fixated in the center of star-drafted darkness The wheel of its heart turns smoothly Oiled with only the finest knowledge With brutal truths seeping into the empty spaces Not even the most charming can break its stance Feeble smiles melt away into frustrated admiration For not one could dare embark upon her spirit Without looking first deep within himself Tearing apart the pride that so recklessly razes Ensnaring all that behold him All but one Had one selflessly walked into the midst of this fraction of heaven, He would watch faithfully a sunrise on the legs of endurance And the embracing, smiling arms of patience If one only left their guard for the Sanctuary of Obscurity The skies of white light upon dark would open in reverence The lips that are so fixated upon moist discovery Would have their gentle hold on mortal purity To allow such a moment to exist, Kindheartedness must coexist And hovering humility harnessed deep in vicious sincerity


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writing to inspire

I want to write something that makes people say “I wish I wrote that”
I want to write something that gives the hopeless their hope back
I want to write stuff that Tupac would be happy to have on his notepad
I write for everyone who had a broke past

I write to cure heart-break
I hope my words offer light to those going through dark days
Good times are ahead even though they appear far away
Sometimes you have to get things the hard way

I’m writing for that girl who just got cheated on
Hope my words are a bandage to people who don’t know where they’re bleeding from
I’m writing for people who think their chances of succeeding’s gone
I write for those whose parents chose to lead them wrong

I write for those fighting discrimination
I only get offended when people give me limitations
Notorious B.I.G told me the sky is the limit
So I write till I’m out of ink or my pen is breaking

I write for those battling depression
I write for those struggling to see their reflection
I write for those who want to stand up tall
I write to inspire but I can’t please you all

My rhymes are far from perfect
But I’m honest in all of my verses
I’m trying to give worth to those who feel worthless
Because I was made to feel like I had no purpose

I’m not trying to save people
Just trying to offer a little help
I believe everyone should be made equal
Regardless of age, race, sex, looks or wealth

I hope my words will one day lead the blind
I hope my words encourage people to go against the system
That doesn’t mean to commit crimes
Just don’t be afraid to be different

I may not make a change in the world
But maybe I can help to take away the pain from a girl
Or offer a little guidance to a fatherless boy
I hope my words inspire, but I started writing to fill a void 


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One Moment Of You And I

Azure mirroring 
Overpowering the senses
Pithy eyes moving
Upon twin horizons
Trembling breathed echoes
Holding silence closely
Sensations of a cacophony
Rhythmic intensity flashing
Transparent intentions firing
As eyes close 
Lips faintly caressing
Sweet passion
The goodnight kiss…


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Color Surety

Canvas, calm, grinning. . .blank
Had words screamed, scarecrows trapped on the poles of their creators,
Had words formed psalms that barricaded the strongholds of the heart,
Divine despair would desperately take hold again,
Embellishing the muse
To smile, the impassive smile. . .confuse

Enraptured by your tail,
Coiling, boiling in the hot and hungry sun
The eyes, clouded, caught in a moment of inexorable suffering 

Death glistening in the confirmation of tears and groans,
Shading the dialogue that never surfaces
Justice in pale focus. . .constant, still held in out-of-the-blue faith

Please, 
Do not allow your perspectives to dull
Waiting so long, I deafened the cries
The very cries I so blindly expressed. . .
Words etching existences imagined

I want you to take the hand of uncertainty
For as I have, I forever feel the tremors that have given me shape
Those very hands create what you dream,
And not what you fear

Take that hand,
Squeeze it tightly
I promise you, once you touch. . .I will never let you go

For I love you, 
Oh, unexplained hold. . .
Help me escape the newborn deaths of today
Teach me how to step over the carcasses of calamity
Where the innocent die to inspire the remaining
Learn how to lead me into the lights of your eyes

Please,
Give me your beautiful hand,
I will take you to places you will never understand
And it will be okay

Because where I go,
The scarecrows roam with the roaring ravens
Making music with the pulse of their wings
With the sharp click of their beaks

Where I go,
Psalms of serenity's back way make love with impending day,
Spinning despair into the golden hairs of suspended May 

Where I go,
innocent flowers freely giggle arrays of life
And his tail whips mightily,
His black velvet purrs arousing breaths of caramel verisimilitude

Where we stay,
In the forever grip of the trust you and I made,
Justice is pure water,
Cool and refreshing. . .ever smiling

Please,
My love, please
Hold onto this world with me
Give me your needs that I need. . .
And I promise perspective will prosper
The canvas, one blank, filled with detailed destiny of Color Surety

October 19th, 2014


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Torn and Tattered Wings

Torn and Tattered Wings

It’s not easy to have seen
All the darkness inside you
Places I have been
Sorrow and degrading
Thrusting their blades epithetize 
Hard into your heart

I look in your eyes
See the padded cells of your tears
Their blackwash lays cringing
Dogging your footsteps
With their fears

Nights unending betrayal
Of innocence used
The child in you defiled
Your love just savaged into rags

No it’s not easy to see
Through the tattered grey flags 
Tormented a vicious storm
Fingers of icicle claw born
Would want to rip out the heart of you

Hidden beneath saddening locks
Shuttered rooms dug to pits so forlorn
Buried your sweet beauty
In a shell of nothing to be loved

No one can see
Where the un-healing tracks lead
Where your whipped lashed back still bleeds
From those who simply couldn’t care less

An Innocent lost
Violated by the perverse
Life line cut
Broken by silence
Shoved into the corners
Where playful eyes
Just wanted to end in forgetful dreams

No it’s not easy to have seen
All the pillory deepen inside you
Places I have been
With all the Pain and the indifference
Battering back the resplendence
Born into your heart

And for the rebuke of a guilty world 
You took on all the blaming 
For having been raped by life
And all the mistrust
All of the desperate need
Left you standing alone
Just needing to be loved

The beacon of your light
Standing alone on a hill top of strength
In a steadfast bravery
You shine it out 
For all the world to see

The courage to rise up and fight
Fight against the ignorance
Is how your plight reaches out
In such a gentle face of tenderness
With compassions arms

Your glory is a star
Brighter than many by far
Fought from the disenchanted heart
With all the sacrifice in your soul

And if I knew how 
How to tell you
Of the respect you endear
Engendered by your miracle
Your will not to fall
Fall into the abysm of hates purposeless

I have known
And I have been shown
The fierce and burgeoning light
Living behind Angel wings
Lifting up your presence 
Exulting your loves triumph over the sufferings

Instead you soar 
Even though your fracture remains
Though encumbered by chains
Still you rise up and fly
As high as you can

On those torn and tattered wings
 


(  Inspired by “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol 
and written for a dear and beautiful friend  )


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SUMMON NEW DAYS

One hundred percent empty mentality 
Endorsed by fake friends 
For a fun fuck, they begin to suck me dry 
Desensitized with fraud in their eyes 

No wrench. No hammer. Not even a knife. 
No mental weapons to end my own life. 
Try to be one, the same once again, 
But my own psyche only leads to dead ends. 
Knowing old ways bring back these bad days. 
A mind forever lost – emptiness stays. 

So fuck the real life I'll never get back, 
And fuck the fake friends that fall through the cracks. 
Experience life lost and the love that it cost. 
Never again given any trust 
Hung on a cross 
Without  her to stay 
Time now to wake & face this bad day. 

~END~
Written By Joel R. Thornton 2005


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A writers prayer

Lord God thank you 

for showing us the true meaning of love. 

And loving us

despite our faults,

 is unconditional love.

Help us to be more like You, 

and put our differences aside. 

So we can choose love over hate. 

 I want to thank you Lord 

for turning my doubts

 into reality. 

I would've never thought 

I would be writing,

and  I'm sorry for not trusting you. 

Thank you God for speaking through my pen

 and into people's hearts.

Thank you for the bloggers

 that follow my blogs,

and for those who stumble across it. 

May the words that speak through my pen,

continue to reach the masses.


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Focus On the Future

Flash forward to the future,
Gaze amazingly at your high,
Everyday focusing on the mission,
Knowing you can touch the sky,
Flying past your opponents,
Feeding the hunger of your grind,
Always following the first mind,
It never fells you any of the time,
Gracefully getting older, steadily becoming wise,
Dreams have become real, so still you rise,
You, unique, and undeniably a leader,
Continue to work hard and restrain from being a cheater,
Shed your fears, stand ready for whatever,
Gather your goals, do the impossible,
Always push yourself to do better,
Never let the fire burn out, even in the dark,
Brighten the world, even if it's only a little spark,
Grab goals, never let the car of potential park


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Picture Perfect

(Gentle Summer Rain)

Listen to:
light pouring silver gray
enriched thoughts fall from the sky
complete path towards-
Blissful, Delighting Peace
small ceremonial rain dance.
------------

Gentle therapeutic rain
on a warm summer day.
falls of heaven on my skin 
lovely healing memory
smiling tears 
embracing promise land
means of escaping
utopia in a cloud
Solace-
light mist paints the Earth

"Drizzling summer rays"
Swimming in sunshine, rain.



by:??


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Dementia

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


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SPIRIT RIDER

Alone figure stands, 
On sunsets rock.
Summers hot breezes brush,
Against bare skins flesh.
Stalking the ageless path.
Behold histories Indian brave, 
Man, and horse intertwined.
Symbiotic beings joined,
They are one.
The spirit rider gallops, 
Across freedoms trail.
Cautiously, allying arrow unto bow,
Aiming swiftly his shot to kill.
Guardian’s raging bull charges,
Forward.
Protectors sacrifice, blood mingles,
Amongst dust clouds aftermath, 
His majesty lies slain.
Dark brown eyes close, 
Glimpsing blue sky for the,
Last time.
Heavens prairies, welcome destiny's,
Honorable foe,
The hunter kneels beside the giant's,
Stilled heart,
Giving thanks, singing chants rise,
Ascending heights greener, 
Pastures unto a higher plain.
It echoes in valleys deep,
Touching the lands of his,
 Fore fathers.
Tonight beneath flames tribal fires,
Rhythms beating drums, gives praise,
Many shall celebrate, feasting,
 In memories tribute,

  BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

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

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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A psalm to Jehovah

On my hands and knees
Father,
I came to you

In the gloomiest of rain
when mine taught became
shriveled 

And
of course,
on those days which I did feel
a hundred fold
Blessed !

Yet now Father;
erect I do feel,
for i know You !


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Song Dedicated to Rape Victim of Delhi


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


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World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
shroud,
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 
clouds.

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
will 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
moving,
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
the 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
shouting,
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last



For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 
anyways


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Take me away but I promise to sing a Song

NOTE: I have placed this Poem as a Video Poem also on
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/profile.php?id=100001219732381

[ This Poem is dedicated to Freedom of Expression  
and Tibetan Dharma Guru Shri Dalai Lama to support
his struggle for the cause of Freedom of Expression ]


Take me away but I promise to sing a Song


Take me away from such a place, 
Where feelings and emotions, 
cannot be freely expressed. 

Where new thoughts and ideas are crushed,
By the rod of power and corrupts.

Where mind do not get the opportunity to reveal,
its vast sea of beauty and varying colors.

Where love never flies freely in the sky,
while touching the unexplored lofty heights, and
wings of Poetry are nipped in the buds, 
before they bloom and spread their smiles.

Where wind do not flow,
while touching the flowers and buds,
Where the butterflies do not have the freedom,
to show their varying moods and colors.

Where faiths have lost their grandeurs and glow, and
shrines are converted into suffocating barracks.
 
Where love has lost its magic of moving a heart, 
to sing a song and dance on the call of its soul,
Where a vast sea of humans live,
without the freedom of expression.

Take me away from such a land and place,
Where people live in chains under iron curtains.

I promise I will come back to this land one day,
when the breeze will flow freely touching every heart,

When its people will have the freedom to fly on their wings,
I promise I will come back,  to such a place one day,

When animals too would move without fear in their hearts, and
birds would be free to fly anywhere in the sky.

When the morning dew would greet the new rising Sun,
By glittering without fear, its silver and golden beams,
When flowers and buds would freely spread, 
their alluring wings and fragrance in the air.

When the human mind would be free to explore and express, 
its ideas and colors on the canvas of paper.

I promise I will come to such a land one day,  
to Sing the song of joy and mirth.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 27th Aug. 2011

 


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The One Beloved

brightly shone the Son that day

white wings gent ly  flut tered     down

good news was heard from heaven. . .
 
the white dove lighted on the One Beloved



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The Stone Story

The Stone Story 
                         Authored by Chuck Keys

I was staring at a stone today,
it didn't move, it just sat, resting, 
relaxed in the warm mid-day sun.
The wind moved around it and it's lazy motionless nearby friends,
effortlessly. 

They all looked alike, 
maybe they were all family 
on vacation 
without a worry on their minds 
if they had minds.

They didn't or couldn't smile or frown, 
no beards or mustaches were visible, clean shaven.
They didn't look hungry or thirsty.
Of course how does a hungry or thirsty stone look?
I could have brought them water or food.

After much further intense thought,
I realized they don't have to worry about clothes
or lack of ...
Do they need clothes?  Do they need anything?
Nothing.  Nothing, is what they need.  

I am envious.



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Wandering Soul

A speckle of light
appears in the dark
barely visible to eye sight
it is always there.
I think it is my grandmothers
wandering soul
here for some purpose
what for I don't know.
I can still feel her presence
like she'd never left
I can still smell her essence 
still feel her warm breath.
She speaks to me at night
while I rest in bed
replaying old home movies,
memories in high def.....
I miss her so much
so much I can't bear.
I miss listening to her stories
while she brushes my hair.
She's a ghost wandering aimlessly
with unfinished business to redeem
and when her time expires,
I'll again wish her godspeed.

Jared Pickett
3/3/2010
Asavvy1


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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               
                             Mom


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Passed on knowledge

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

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

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





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Legendary Lady Leaders I salute you

I am like
Cleopatra
embraced by serpents many
fear
always trying something new
and dramatic with my
hair
I am like
Eva Patrón
growing up with a painful family
getting lost in movies
thinking of my own
hypnotizing when I speak
First lady of Argentina
meeting you, after death
would be a treat
a nervous habit, of nibbling
on my jewelry
the similarities, between us
gave me a sense of foolery
I am like
Wilma Mankiller
Chief of the Cherokee Tribe
for ten years
fighting against Native stereotypes
despite such distress
enemies did stress
promoting to ‘be of good mind’
you were a leader, of your time
an advocator for women
that they may grow up
and become chief
as a child, you wondered
the forests, like me
not the streets
I am like
Aung San Suu Kyi
wearing three types of 
flowers in your hair
feeling at times like a 
‘splinter of glass, sharp, glinting
power to defend itself against hands
that try to crush’
winner of a Nobel Peace Prize, 
for courage, was
a must
I am like
Catherine The Great
a love to laugh,
coffee, and feeling compelled
to always fill abandoned blank
sheets of paper
you were a Royal Russian Empress,with
not one red drop of Russian blood
and her people, were blessed
to have her
I am like
the Queen of England
longest royal lifetime in history
strong built, from a miserable childhood
toughened her
this is no mystery
preferring candle light
to electricity
handwriting over typewriter
and poetry
I am like
Indira Gandhi
dreaming to live as she did
riding elephants and having
tiger cubs as companions
your own Sikh security
killed you, the story
a sad one
secret dreams of being a writer
angered, by the imbalance of
power
between men and women
listening to beat poets
like Ginsberg
as a great Prime Minister of India 
you were heard
and understood
I am like
Rigoberta Menchú
drew the worlds attention to 
native Indians rights,
because of you
your goal, to be
a drop of water on a rock
dripping in the same spot,
eventually in the world, you
may leave a mark
wearing many colors
‘because it gives you life’
insisting men and women be equals
you fought this fight
to relax, as I do
writing poetry into
 the night
I am like
Joan of Arc
French Military Heroine
burned at the stake at just
age nineteen
known for keeping your cool
even on the battlefield
being a courageous and inspirational
rare jewel
Legendary Lady Leaders
I salute you



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Beauty Within

    I can see
a beautiful soul
 lies within me.
    Therefore,
    no mirror
   can reflect
who I really am.







 
For Giorgio Veneto's contest - "Laconic Verse"


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Family on the Rocks

By Carolyn Devonshire
 
casting my line from a rock jetty sad, high-pitch cry I hear glance around, see no one cast again but the cry echoes as if reverberating in the rocks fishing pole I lay down now searching every crevice suddenly a wee feline springs forth mewing alone atop the stone from where she emerged, I look down a litter of six cradled by their mama so thin the mother cat appears no food nearby and tears fill my eyes return to my cooler, retrieving three trout place them in the cranny mama cat meows softly no thanks were needed feeding frenzy begins for the kittens mama cat remains still, but purrs providing nourishment for her clan more important than feeding herself wish the brotherhood of man could learn from mama cat cries of hunger go unheard
*Entry for Michael’s “Sounds of a Cry” contest Based on a true experience


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Vision of Love

  I lead myself, to a faraway place,
in dreams I traveled, to find his grace.

  My journey stood before me, when I walked,
his power was released, as I talked.

  The road I was on, was not my own,
but a pathway of life, before his throne.

  To the side of me, were twenty-four chairs,
filled with our grandparents, all of them heirs.

  The angels were singing, in the short distance,
I can tell you now, of the four beast existence.

  The sea of glass, for where I was standing,
became a multitude, of his saints landing.

  There is no darkness, in this beautiful place,
for our God is light, with rays of his grace.

  Before me I saw, the judgment of man,
the book was read, and so it began.

  Our Savior was slain, to stand for us all,
his mercy is love, so no one would fall.

  As gifts were given, I fell to the floor,
to worship my Lord, my soul to emplore.

  For my life long journey, I dream of this end,
for I know its meaning, on him I depend.



      A story out of the bible my greatgrandmother use to tell me,
 as she is one of the heirs in the twenty-four chairs.
  I love you great grandmother,    Gertrude Arends.
   

          A poem by johnaarongreen



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Me, Myself and I

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


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My Dreams

I want to dream
Like flying across the sky
Finding out greater heights
Seeing others view of reality
And be one with the sky.

I want to dream 
Swimming underneath the ocean
Searching water creatures
Fishes, clamps, and corals
Discern what their importance’s are
In our existence and health.

I want to dream
Walking underneath the ground
Exploring things that make us
Wealthy and abundant
Seeing the sources of gold, diamond
And any mineral alike.

I want to dream all my life
To enjoy everything
With my dream Self
As I always know
It’s another form of my reality.


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Transitory

“Look up,” she cried,
And the rains came swiftly,
Overwhelming her youth
With migrant purpose.

Summer’s demise,
So abrupt,
Interrupted her sound-scape,
Giving her pause.

“Look around,” she said,
And autumn bowed to her,
A colorful character
In shades of golden afternoons.

Sequestered among
Such vividness,
She found solace and comfort
Through the grace of experience.

“Look up,” she laughed,
And silver dusted her hair,
Weighing the diversity
She wore as a crown.

Abstract changes
Became her teacher,
A benevolent
Yet unforgiving presence.

“Look around,” she said,
And spread her arms wide,
Dancing in the perspective
Of winter.

This life is transitory,
Best marked
By the seasoning
Of one’s attitude.


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A Girl Who Sells Peanuts

She floats on the saffron shore,
Holding a bamboo basket.
Her heart beats 
Within the shelter
Of peanut shells.

Toys and textbooks ;
Picnics and pampering s ; 
All collided on a roadside wall,
But death dropped her to be tossed.

The girl in a dirty frock –
She sells parched peanuts
For coins and eye pricks.

“Peanuts”, “Peanuts” – her withered call
Haunts her parents in the dungeon of a grave.

Her pale figure walks away with Time Teacher.

FABIYAS M V


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My Soul, is Freedom's Journey

Blowing through a vast crevasse –
from whirling tempest; 
to calming balm on wounded skin;
to constant howl;
to sunlit kiss, onto warm lips –

I am a promise, 
to the girl who waits,     
within the cave, where no light shines;
where sucking blackness and decay
consumes and claws across
the barren expanse that is –

My inner child’s mind.

Little Kristin, girl of 7 
(when time stopped)
suspended upon a bony pillar, sits,
engulfed by craggy mountain walls –

The cave of sorrows.

A black pit surrounds the tower, 
held hostage by those who would keep her silent;
(protecting the illusion at all costs)
she waits,
bound, 
and as silent as the fear that creeps up 
the lone pillar,
(coming for the light in her eyes)
killing slowly, methodically,
attacking light –
the light that creeps through cracks;
breaks through holes;
breathes life into darkness –

(minions of death vying to stay her shine).

Her holly-hobby night gown 
(full of broken dreams)
tattered and torn, 
crowns her dirty little feet.
A grayed white gag, beneath soiled cheeks –
(like apples, they used to say)
blackened by yesterday,
save for the dappled light that shines,
from green eyes –
just a glimpse…
       then gone.

A tiny flame flickers, within small hands –
(holding what was stolen)
keeping the beasts at bay...
(lighting a Mother’s way)

They say I was everything to the one in the photographs –
The light giver.

Light taken, 
       and given.
Her battery drained, 
(strength offered to the shining moon)
       then gone.

Permanently erased.
Eradicated, liberated (grace or fear?)

Strength was my gift born
from her weakness -
my birthright, and soul’s mantra.

My soul was God’s gift -
my strength,
was her gift –
I am battery doubled.
No more am I dirty black holes 
hiding in shadow,

For I am wind…

I am nowhere, 
        And everywhere.
I am past, present and future.
My soul is freedom blowing through the cracks 
left by the black maker (innocence taker);        
     
into my darkest depths;
holding the little girl (lost, no more) –

kissing her face;
drying her tears;
      leaving the cave -
carrying my child home.

Together we light 
the ancient halls,
Where I am the light maker now.

Winding my way from heaven to
ground;
kissing the nose’s of my five reasons 
found –

My soul is wind 
       from the heaven’s,
unbound,

and these are the gifts 
that my soul 
resounds.

Amen.


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69-SixtyNine-69

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Rhapsody playing its crescendo again in loves joyful, operas moment * 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

As slowly she lowers my sundress while I gently brush aside her golden hair 

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Gazing into paradise, as she smiles aneath her enchanting lashes; “Angelica” ~

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Nothing can compare as her mistress fingers play softly my heart; dew amid the air...
                 
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Fondly lying back as yearnful nipples rise to be quenched; thirsting

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Her lips so moist as our tongues entwine her lovely breast, caressing my own 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Warmth rushing inside these tides lost within, her beautiful eyes, again *

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Turning desire towards the sun to embrace these flowers; petals of our promise...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Sensations nectarous flavours birthed in enamorings, waiting to be loved 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Upon the shores of utopias evermore; floating, through the seas of her ecstasy ~

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

...“69-SixtyNine-69” *


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The Wine of Life

    The past has 
flown out the window
   The present is full of sorrow
   Look to the future 
for a taste of the  
   sweet wine of life 
Your tears will change to laughter
  if you focus on what is to come
Tomorrow - looming ahead like 
    a bright shining star
is something we should never
    lose sight of 
Let the dance begin!
   Let the songs be sung!
Let the wine of life 
   be poured 
         into gorgeous goblets of 
purest gold!


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Tension Waiting

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

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

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

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

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

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


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A warm welcome for the ridiculers

They fear what they do not understand
but without understanding I fear no man

They subdue what they cannot naturally conquer
so I turn the tables put them in a locker

They doubt what they cannot control with aggression
I removed all the clips from their smith and wessons

They hate what they cannot possess or call liar 
I confront them with truth and watch them perspire

They add height to the obstacles they cannot hurdle
but I leap right over and scrape not a knuckle

They attempt to build walls in front of us all
their bricks are unleveled and gravity calls


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Speak To Me With Light

He winces contritely,
The new silver in his hair 
Is only a wise light.
I try not notice for only
He is only my life.

I stare with abandon,
My wine glass
And how it fills red, violet, white
And can only be the vessel for reflection
The filament spreads evenly
And this liquid delights.

I retrace the warmth of the quiet
To the long mountain road at midnight 
The trees in the headlights
The thick forest blackness
Hours of clean air
I crack the car window
Freezing July tonight.

It is longer than expected,
But I know how to wait.
No longer a wispy maiden with eyes of dread.
Life is this heartbeat 
He glances at me often on the curvaceous up climb
Our mature honeymoon 
Captured in memories' sight.

I tell him this is a good place to stop.
It is frightening to be at the top of the wilderness in the cold,
But be bold for the cosmos has an order
That fills every space with spectacle,
In the pitch, there is no interference.
No glaring light bulbs or street signs.
Only creation's windows.

He winds me into his arms, 
Our celestial bodies are now the heat
Against the shiver--Death's  a small disturbance
Speak to me with light my love
For existence only 
When the only cover for sleep will be these stars.



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Dream of Flight

Airborne amongst the clouds.
Looking down on lands expanse.
Dreamlike swirls in foggy haze.
Mountain peaks rise fearlessly from surface...
Not intimidated by their height...
frigid spikes in awe of your weightless station... 

...you are flying.

Movements absent of effort... sliding through airy elements with...
... just a thought.  
Just a nod and then you're there, when you were just here.

Landscapes calling below... you laugh joyful...
Condemning grounds faulty gravity for crippling holds...
...in your waking hours.

Shallow elevation, mans craft at sights focus...
As you drift graciously through their skies.
Wondering of sleeping spirits cuddled below...
Do they know?
Can they feel the breezy wafts of air you leave behind?

Sun rising, painting rosy colors mixed with reds and blues...
Stark relationships with mountains darkened shadows...
Glory of Gods showmanship at your visions quest.

Moving swiftly, feeling wake upon you,
So much to know, to see, to feel.  You hurry further...
...ignoring consciousness' tugging call.

Frozen breezes numb your cheeks, arms extended for winds embrace...
Pulling back to earthly vessel,
Your soul comforts into place...
...yet mind not wishing to leave its lofty travels...
reluctant, slow to waken body's senses.

You think upon the wondrous time,
You lifted soul into heavens graces,
And left your chains behind, inside that shell...
'Til daylights demand recalled,
Your spirit to its place.
 
And you wait anxiously for evenings call,
So another journey might begin...
But time dims hopeful dreams of flight...
And you soon forget the windy whispers,
That held you in their grasp.

But for a night and early morn...
You flew.
And Spirit held you in its soft, gentle...
Loving embrace.


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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


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For One Day

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

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

would be eternity.

 


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I'm Standing -(Anaphora)

I’m standing in the gap for children everywhere.
                 Wandering this world of sin and doesn’t have a prayer.

I’m standing in the gap for soldiers everywhere.
               Fighting an earthly war and dodging bullets everywhere.

I’m standing in the gap for the families that are lost
                                  So their souls will turn back to God 
                              and they will come boldly to the cross.
 
I’m standing in the gap for my sisters and my brothers.
                       We must stop this war of hatred 
                          And return to loving one another.

I’m standing in the gap for all of my fellow poets.
                  That your minds will be strengthened and
                          Your soul will be touched.

I’m standing in the gap for everyone who says pray for me.
                  I will intercede for you friends. No matter what the need.
               I will pray for your protection all through out the day.
             I will pray for your healing and the increasing of your faith.
           I will pray for guidance as you go from place to place.
          I will pray for His love, Mercy  and Peace be with you this very day.

I’m standing in the gap for Ezekiel 22:30 says..And I sought for a man 
                           Among them that , should make up the hedge, and 
          stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: 
                                                       but I found none.
I Am Standing In the Gap….
                
      


Patricia Monteiro this one is for you. Inspired from-Who will save the Children... 
Thank you....




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THE TITANIC

Collisions avalanche, beneath the icy
Waves, of the North Atlantic.
Birthed in the cradled of Belfast,
A maritime giant, became crimsoned,
By champions shattered tradition,
An ironic omen presence to come.
For she bares tragedy’s mark, the name
Given to this colossus,  the titanic.
An aquatic diamond gem, of ocean
Liners, refined and polished for the 
Privileged elite.
A jewel shinning, with a brilliance fire,
No vessel could rival, this grand ladies,
 Opulence.
The unsinkable legend survives even,
From under the brimey fathoms depths.
In the whispering wind echoes, carried
Just above the foam and sprays watery 
Crest, a haunting refrain is spoken,
Ice burg dead ahead.
A sheer ice blade, is driven into the
Hulls breast plate, puncturing the maid
On her maiden voyage.
Death's fiddler plays an eerie tune,
As the screaming chorus sings,
Dooms lullaby, of remorseful regrets,
Of the living dead.
Abandon ship, women and children
First, but life’s greed proceeds protocol,
And man take seats reserved while 
Others are simply left empty.
A once shinning star, is broken now
In two, rivaling in pain, she the
Grand lady, shutters, grasping for
Some hold, but fates evil hand
Pulls her beneath the frozen
Angry sea.
To rest at the bottom of titan's
Kingdom, in a crept mausoleum of
Seaweed, and coral debris.
Yet the Titanic still remains the
Diamond jewel of the seven seas,
Her mystery's beauty, a mystic
Inspiring mankind to solve
The questions that remain,
 Unanswered.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
HISTORICAL


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'Embrace The Now'


Live for the now
We need to embrace it
It is all part our journey
Somehow we all have a purpose

Or you would not be reading this

You were part of His plan
Just moments in time
The heartache
The joy

Live for this moment
Enjoy the awesome opportunity
Nothing else should matter
We have the now
Though nothing is guaranteed
We may have a mapped out plan
We have no crystal ball

Try and embrace it
Even when you are stressed out
Embrace the now
Let’s not worry about tomorrow


Contest: My Most Inspirational Poem
9th Place


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Louisiana Bayou

Chilly late October;
early morning fog banks
the roadside, cloaks
a trickling bayou...
in the thickets of dense trees,
the wispy tufts 
top man-high
goldenrod, Queen Anne's lace,
dried-out thistle stalks...
A school bus, solitary,
yellow, slowly passes
on skinny black asphalt
where wet spots reflect
the newly risen sun.
Only rustles of high,
green cane fields and 
intermittent bird songs
interrupt pervasive quiet...
Timelessness, and solace --
calming, soothing --
a Louisiana bayou:
Bayou Sale.


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Mystique Lady and the Unicorn - Nikko -

Mystique Lady and the Unicorn  (collaboration ~NIKKO)

by: NIKKO

An invisible string was created from the beginning of time,
it is wound around my horn, and bound to your heart
Invincible.
Each time your heart beats, you tug at this string,
drawing me closer to you

You are unaware of this, I love you
yet I fear and resist you, dear Lady
Not only have you captivated me, but my fate is in your hands

I am the last Unicorn in existence

Kings and nobles desire me for my horn, 
for it can purify poisoned wells
and they know only you have power over me

Sweet virgin, all I ask is
one song  to enchant my ears
one glimpse of your precious smile
one kiss from your ruby lips 
one whiff from your perfumed dress
...a single stroke from your gentle hands

and I shall dream of you forever

Betray me not please by handing me to the men

Let me lay my horned head on your lap even just once…
then set me free


by~ POET D.

You are Testing me my rear precious unicorn, 
every King has offered more than our beauty holds.
Unfold I will hide with you in a placed to protect us from every face.
Avoiding your poisonous horn, in which I fail to feed my soul with your purity.
I will move you from this revolution in which has troubled the monarchy.

Medieval strings of power to catch you~ your the last of your kind. 
My Unicorn you are the medicine, the symbol ones seeks to rule darkness.
With passion I hold a belief that your horn can heal illness, 
your strength will carry on.

Every time you returned to drink the waters of a no man's paradise,
I reach out to touch your radiance once a year.
Your horn can cure plague, rage, rabies, fever's and more!
Become my host let me wear you in this mystical amulet.
I will wear you as my jewelry while you lay your head on my lap.
My Unicom of purity, I will never tell the ingredient and secrets we share,
as we got lost in each others stare.

I will ride with you and never betray your existence.
Together we will gather the fresh fruit and CORN~
My precious unicorn my virginity is your dignity.
Bathe with me throughout my imortal long and healthy life.
I'll sing you a song good night.

Ali-corn you are the weight in gold, all emperors, will fall at my feet.
One kiss with my red ruby  lips!

I "guarantee" you a gift only we both see.
""If you believe in me, I'll believe in you!""  <--- (my favorite phrase)



A Collaboration with * NIKKO

~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~


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Love Is

...love is comparable to a waterfall.
Forever running; never a drought.

Love is true, pure, and natural:
Up-springing life, over and over:
Filled to the brim of the bank,
Everlastingly at it.

Love continuously flows
From one temple to another:
Heart to heart.

Love is...


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Sonata

Inspired by, and a response to, Nette Onclaud’s: “Welcoming a new Tune”

What is it about a falling star?

Stardust tears mimicking an inevitable end
Yet, we reach higher

A palladium telescope, no longer needed.

Artificial eyes that we no longer desire.

A wanton cerebellum pulling heart’s trigger

Pulling

Towards constellation's grip

...

Another Chopin sharp
Echoing unto sunbursts

F a l l i n g Again, fallen
Flat Another accented clef breaking barriers. The song of the wisp bellows. Will the time arrive where one can rise into chorded incipience? Embarking towards our heaven without any gates… Minutes will be measured by breaths held in sincerity. An infinite stanza lunging my essence towards serenity’s bliss Ah, there is indeed something about the cuddle of this mist… ©Drake J. Eszes


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A RAINY DAY

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

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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Incessant Motion

.
                             This is just for you
                             little hummingbird….

                        How inspirational you are!!

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

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

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

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

                        Dashing through the wind

                                   F
                                       R
                                          E
                                             E
                     

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

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

                               How I love you
                            little hummingbird!!

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


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Rebirth

Ignite,
The missing light,
Forget,
What's behind.
Just believe,
That love comes again...

'Cause,
The skies,
Are like a hard glide,
In a shining rainbow's light...

All dreams and fantasies,
Can be reality,
'Cause fantasy,
Is based on reality...
But all histories aren't the same...

'Cause,
Sometimes, we dive,
In our lives...

So,
Don't judge,
For what you see,
Judge,
For what it is...,
'Cause time passes,
But, memories remain...

And,
Listen,
To your heart,
'Cause,
The body, does,
The mind, thinks,
And, the heart, feels...,
While, the soul, lives...

So,
Always remember,
To remember the past,
To live the present,
And to wait and pursue the future...

Listen to your heart,
Before you are telling goodbye,
'Cause destiny,
Might lead to demise...,
But, remember that destiny can be changed...

Life is unpredictable,
But space and time,
Could be controlled...
And even if some die,
We may survive...

Remember,
That life,
Might have an endless beginning...

All that remains,
Is to be reborn...


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Earthbound Angels

I was at a place I didn't want to be,
and was privileged to see angels 
working around me.

The angels in heaven were praising 
and singing, as the night angel
here on earth quietly was 
comforting a lady here on this plane.


With a soothing voice ,the night
angel talked to reassure and
with a touch of a hand  let her 
know someone was there.

There also was a day angel ,as 
busy as she was took time to
cool a hot brow, talk to this
sweet lady suffering her last 
days, like she heard every word.

So give praise to God's angels
here on earth ,they do not look
like angels but angels they are.

So bless them do, 
Nurses they are ,all around you.

 Copyright 2008
Poems From The Heart Series
Anne Rutherford.

This is appropriate for my first poem 
back.



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Mrs Jasmine Garland Seller

A female tongue pushed me down from the swing of sleep.
Rain kids roused the stink of railway track in the dawn.
His liquor reddened half opened eyes gaze
At the life-like-fan, its rotation makes him dizzy.
His sweet brown lady drags him into the duties.

A long chain of complaints tinkles on her lips.
Worries about her female children at home
Rise up like the black smoke from the train.
She tries to put white smelling jasmine garlands nicely
In her basket that does rest on the floor of the compartment.

Baskets never enjoy the  fragrance, but only carry............


FABIYAS M V


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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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michael jordan, poet soul - you are it

a poet's soul is brimming with life
through tragedies and glorious highs,
we all are connected; we all deeply care;
a poet's soul speaks to the heart in us all.

this poet i have recently come to know
personfies overcoming tremendous odds
with grace, honesty and a generous spirit
this poet writes truth, deeply rooted in faith.

i feel blessed to know this kind, poet soul
his writing inspires and encourages by example
to whom do i speak of you wonder, i know,
michael jordan, poet soul; this tag is for you.


~the lovely & talented joseph spence wrote a tag 
for me, this is my first; i hope you enjoy~


***thank you joseph, i hope i did ok***


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Undivided

Pieces of history 
We clutch to our chests
Life changing 
Heartbreaking 

Devastation
 



These events 
Which seek to crush us
Do not
For they hold us together

Making us stronger 
 



More firm are we 
In our resolve
To be one nation
Under God

Indivisible


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Today Not Tomorrow

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Samir Georges 
2005


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You Are on My Mind

You're on my mind
Doing things which you
Love most with me
Creating marvels of life
You want to share
Making impossibility
Possible and real
Exploring the vastness
Of love we share
Even in our minds
Let's don't stop
These uncanny feelings
Until we realize
It's all in our minds.


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in the farmer's song

so, i got to thinking
about all those words
planted in my language
where fertility grew them
to leave and stalk and pod

the farmer's words scatter
my fields like seed on clod
watered by thundering flashes
awash, fertilized and germinating

progeny seedlings, my own growth
in some time-lapse photography
writhing their creamy roots
into earthy loam and droning
on through a summer daze

into fruits of sweaty labors 
on humid chlorophylled days
silks sultry green, stalking me
through rows and rows as far
as i can see, if i squint

the farmer, suspended in time
stands with his hands in pocket
or on some implement toed to soil
and surveys life's prospects 
for this season, before the

days bake the green back into 
the humus and the cornucopia 
spills the field and orchard
this verse of the farmer's song
picked and stowed away cool

eyes closed now, ears gently
strain to hear, worldly phrasing
come from where? my larder
or some ancestor gleaning meaning
and dropping it into her apron

to carry home to hungry minds
to feed them something of today
and sustain them through a fallow
solstice and the chilled breeze

any cultivation harvested over
picked clean and harrowed flat
nearly time to plow it under again
while the farmer gazes the horizon
and sips something in his cup

© Goode Guy 2011-08-22


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Greatness Calls!

Its whispering gentle 
 through breeze to leaves
rustling each to a frenzied clamor
 Can you hear the heightened sound?
Inaudible then so loud...so Loud!!
  So loud you cant hear at all
As the days slip past do you
  stop and listen?
Greatness calls!

Aptitude resides in minds...hiding in wait
  as a coiled snake rearing to strike
A glimpse...a flash...a window we passed
  our sight steering down a narrow hall
life carrying our feet too fast to see...
  to left or right in brilliant hues 
So vibrant and lively, ideas hiding in wait
 Can you see them in the passing panes?
A moment of brilliance lays dormant 
  awaiting your attentive audience
Greatness calls!!

Outside stimuli grows so rapid
 numbing our minds of freedom
processing the intake derails a train of thought
A locomotive whose motive is motivation
  Rumbling on tracks reverbing through your soul
Can you feel the power surge in your veins?
  raising hairs with the electricity of knowing...
...knowing an idea tingles with possibility?
       crawling below the surface of skin
   Itching for pores to release it
Greatness calls!!!

Sweetly epiphany drips of honey
 cooing with a flavor we seldom devour
To settle for dreaming is to savor bittersweet
 repression attacks the tongue so sour
Can you taste the food for thought?
  A peach drizzling juicy images with clarity
    sating the tongue, these dulcet revelations
Greatness calls!!!!

In realization the scent of lilac spring lingers...
  fresh and intoxicating with the nectar of creativity
Wafting through with pleasing achievement
  swirls of petals and spice compound a nasal euphoria
Yet in squandering ability lays the stench of rot
  Reaking strong of regret this stagnating refuse 
    overpowers with the odor of inhibition
Can you smell the promise of flowers blooming?
  in spite of doubt using rubbish for compost
Emitting a fragrance of intense talent
Greatness calls!!!!!


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Trust

Walking in the dark is not an easy task

But if anyone could trust himself 

He will travel the myriad of the Universe

Fathom the deepest ocean 

And soars the wilderness of the space

With great courage

Trust is the key to happy living

Without fear worries and doubts

You can trust everyone seeing as

They are all part of your self

Trust the stranger because

The stranger is you.


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'Sleep deprived ramblings'

Everything is not always just black and white hidden beneath what we think we know are the blurred version of what is really real and what we perceive to be real… Our hopes and dreams might not manifest in the way we envision them but somehow between what we wish and what our faith sets in motion things that are meant for us are born, birth from a tomorrow we didn't know existed Yet, It will mean the world to us, if not today maybe the next day… It's all part of living between what we thought is black and white and what is hidden beneath the tinted shades of hopes and dreams we never knew existed…
© All Rights Reserved Contest: Inspirational 6th Place


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POE IN TREE

I have dropped my pains on pages of poems,
the ink in my pen treasures my groans,the 
quill is my sword, with edges sharp enough
to sculpt the perfect picture, the quill is the
only thing you got when those devils try to 
get ya, the only warmth when those men or
women forget ya, I bet ya a million bucks 
and yes it sucks, but poetry is more than
just writing, its healing, remedy of feeling, 
dealing with the worst of you,  quenched the
thirst of you, a doctor or a nurse to you, 
sometimes you  get delusions and think it
gave birth to you, as it pours on its immensity
of worth on you, that's what enchanting words
will do.



One day I gave poe to a dying tree 
now it has grown it looks fine to me, boy oh 
boy the tree said to me, if it wasn't for your 
poe in tree  another day I wouldn't have seen,
but now I have STRONG roots running below
city's a million  feet strong and a billion feet 
long and I can stand to bear the blues jay on 
my branches, with songs all day long, I wrote his 
song it went like this poe in tree poe in tree gave
ETERNAL bliss to thee, oh by the way, I am
the tree saved by poe in tree poetry poetry


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'These Tears'

I could feel his arms around
Though I never saw them
Even as the tears rolled down my face 
I could feel the power deep within 

They are worth so much more 
These tears of mine 
They keep me sane 
When I feel drained 

Renewed strength I found 
In tears I no longer hate 
Tears I no longer hide 

The comfort I sought 
The peace I longed for 
I found in your arms Lord 

You saw me at my worst 
Yet, you still embraced me 
I am yours

©151120121118


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THE ACTION OF WORDS

"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."  

Please do not edit the quote , or add anything to it, use as given. 

It can be the first line of your poem if that is what you want

FAMILIARITY GROWN STRANGE, COMFORTS NAUSEATED.
CARRESSING HANDS CAUSING SHUDDERS WITH 
THEIR CLAMMY COLD TOUCH.

PASSION PAUSES IN YOUR AVERTED EYES, 
WHILE YOUR LIPS PRETEND TO SAY OTHERWISE.
THIS EMOTIONAL HAULOCOST
CAUSING MY ARMEGEDDON.

IF ONLY MY HISTORY, 
IS TO REMAIN, RATHER
THAN REMAIN THE MOMENTS,
OF MY PRESENT REPEATING THE,
SAME SONGS OF SORROW.

METHOIC MEMORIES HYPNOTIZING EXISTENCE, 
PASSIVELY,
OBSERVING OTHERS ALLOWING DISTANCE. 
BETWEEN SELF AND SENSE, 
SEARCHING, THRU CROWDS OF CONFLICTS,
WITH THE OCEANS OF EYES IN THE HORIZON DROWNING,
IN THE SEA OF LIFE.


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I Found a Leaf

I was walking through the forest
Saw a leaf on the ground
It looked discolored and tattered
Exhausted and dreary
So I turned it over
Was so colorful and bright
So fresh and brilliant too
I began to wonder
Why it landed that way
Or had it changed over time
I then looked at all the other leaves
So many dim and lacking color
I began to turn them all over
Until there was a golden glow
With brilliant reds mingled through
I felt so much better
And became revived
As I discovered this is the way
To start the New Year


By: Greg Stanley
December 23,2011


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MOVING WITH SPONTANEITY





early nightfall fondling skin on glowing shafts from a world so blind my body enters cramps of memory ...dodoitsu...
~ As early nightfall tousles my hair prism light, the alchemy of a ceremonial parade begins in this panel of a forest like a mystic scene ~ fondling my skin…jutting from nowhere, a relay of tigers and flamingos swivel on glowing shafts in the pale dark ... I freeze. Some quick time frames away, the jungle rises with raw stirrings of wildlife; an explosion ~ from a world curving a zebra's flowing movement of unrehearsed art, of twilight spontaneity ~ oh so blind to human, mental gazes; they slide away from such calculated moments as .~ my body enters their changing symmetry collapsing in mindless trance that nothing from my eyes is ever hidden, not even the low gushing in my breath… I shut my lids to memorize the anatomy of their kind faces, those rising limbs simply estranged from rehearsed gaiety. And I seize their impressions defying the seeming ~ cramps of man’s robotic strides; yet, i cannot hold them inside this head’s waves ~ of memory , consumed with the grace displayed by creatures’ unbridled rites to its gods… I become the humble slave of divine beasts. © `~ ~ ~ ~`` *from my journal about a night safari in Singapore for Debbie Guzzi's Etcetera by nette onclaud


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Grandpa's Wink

One night I was trying to put a wide-awake and unruly child to bed.
She slipped, and slid, and giggled as she ran everywhere else instead.
But then I finally caught her as she climbed upon her Daddy’s lap.
He ask her why she wouldn’t go to sleep and monsters is what he got.
So Daddy told her a bedtime story that calmed her down at last.
His chair sat by the windows, where he could see the sky.
She’d noticed that he sat there nightly starring at those stars.
He told her to look for one that winked for it was Grandma saying good night.
Another one would be Grandpa who would take her cares to heart.
And one would be her Guardian Angel to keep her safe at night.
But the best of all would be God who would be there to plot her daily course.
Then look at all the twinkling ones…. They are the Angels as they rejoice.
And the Aurora Borealis is the music to those stars.
Now listen very carefully, and watch with all your heart…
And you will see you’re not alone in your bedroom late at night.
For how can you be alone with so much going on just for you?
Then Daddy gently picked her up and took her off to bed.
Now she wouldn’t go to sleep unless the curtains were open this night instead.

Then years later I was listening as she put her own precious wee one to bed…
And you will never guess… She said exactly what her father had said…
I went back to that old chair and thanked her Daddy for his wisdom thru the years…
And as I looked upon the stars… he winked good night to me, I’m sure…


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Woman, The I Am

I am the woman. I am the only woman. I am the one woman. My name is Women. I nurse nations at my breast. Ripened bosoms set loins afire. Life spews forth from my parted thighs. Astride they clamp and drain desire. Lips, that part as seas once did, Guiding the yearning with silent voice. Plump and moist, they quench the arid Voices singing their grateful rejoice. My blood flows red, and rich, and warm. Tears stream rivulets borne of joy and sorrow. A rib once lost, hath given no reason to mourn I am perfected, I will lead all tomorrow. Woman, is my name. Woman, I am the one. Woman, I am the only one. Woman, the I am.


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Never Expressed

                                    There's a day coming when
                                             we will regret,
                                          Words never said.

                                     Missed opportunities for visits
                                               you never had. 
                                         Loved ones gone to the
                                                  other side.

                                     Where ears will never hear,
                                             words never said.
                                        Sleep on my loved one,
                                            for I'm saying now,
                                        what I should have said

                                            Take heed my friend,
                                      Words said in anger will come 
                                             back to haunt too.

                                      Say now what you want to say,
                                      tomorrow might be too late for you,
                                           When the curtain is drawn, 
                                                Your chance  is gone.


                                                   Copyright 2008 
                                                   Anne Rutherford 
                                                   Poems From The
                                                      Heart Series.


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Tree, Roots and the Light

Tree  Roots  and  the Light 


The tall Tree was Flying, its leaves high in the sky,

Trying to go beyond the flying kites, towards the light,

Its roots were trying to penetrate the soil, 

Heading in the deep darkness, it kept moving without a shine. 


Higher its branches touched the Crown of mirth, 

Touching the lofty heights of light and the sky,

Its leaves and branches were flying and dancing,

In the joy of touching Light and those untouched, heights.


Some where, not far beyond the skies, lives dearest of our heart and soul,

I saw the Tree kept moving towards that One, it always adored, 

While its beloved roots too, were silently busy in supporting,

Without which, the Tree can never even stand to touch the lofty scores.


I thought and wondered, which one contributes more,

In touching the limitless, lofty heights and the glow of the sky,

The stem, which is blessed to touch the sky, or the roots that resembles,

A true beloved without which, the stem even can not stand for a while. 


The Tall tree was standing before me, unfolding its love towards the Sky,

With a high and prideful head in the sky, the tree was heading towards the glow,

Far away from its beloved roots, to feel the serene touch in the limitless sky, 

Going a little closer to that Glow, which we adore and love and call Almighty.

Ravindra  


Kanpur India 22 08 2010 




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Insight out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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A Declaration On Independence Day

On Independence Day
I declare  independence 
from American imperialism.
I declare U.S. out of Iraq.
And while I am at it
the C.I.A. out of the business
of supplying murderous thugs
with rifles and uniforms 
along with the strategies 
to extinguish
democracy in Haiti.
I also call for the pullout
of State Department funding
in the not so secret 
overthrowing
of the fair and duly elected
President of Venezuela.
On Independence Day
I have the right to say
we need a new policy.
Therefore, I call
for independence from oil.
I call for windmills 
and solar panels
and cool looking hybrid cars 
getting 100 miles to the gallon.
I am tired of chanting
No Blood For Oil.
On Independence Day
I look to a nation
involved in war for war's sake
war to simulate the economy
and make our leaders look great
and call for a different fate.
I declare our politicians
give up corporate sponsorship
and live up to this great nation's
highest aspirations.
Freedom from
illegal occupation.
Freedom from 
propaganda and torture.
Freedom from 
criminal actions
on sovereign nations.
I declare transcendence.
I declare we live up to
life, liberty and the pursuit
of happiness
for all humanity.
I declare world independence
from monarchies, theocracies
totalitarianism, oligarchies 
and otherwise puppet regimes.
And I declare we all share these 
inalienable rights. 
Including the right to assemble 
organize and form unions.
Protect the health 
of our elders
newborns and the environment.
And I refuse those who would
deny blacks
the same rights as whites
by suppressing their vote 
with twelve hour lines
in the blistering cold.
Let us all have our say!
And while I am at it
give the poor a megaphone
on mainstream talk shows
let their voices be heard
in the court of public opinion.
I declare freedom from
billionaire owned media
conglomerations.
Let independent democracy
infiltrating the television.
Thus let us all speak our truth
and be protected 
from the tyrannical majority
and those empowered by the muzzle.
I declare that our forefathers
envisioned this and much more
in the age of enlightenment.
So that one day
every one of us
on this magnificent planet
regardless of class or culture
national and religious origin
sexual persuasion or gender
would be endowed and empowered
by an independent
yet universal 
human rights agenda.


Dean Walker


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I WISH HAPPINESS

I wish i could bake 
a cake made of
joy, happiness and loughs
so everybody could 
eat and be happy

I wish I could invent 
a radio full of sounds
of peace so we listen, 
And stop war, rage and anger

Sometimes I wish
we could focus on
our talents and abilities,
rather than our differences

And I wish we could all 
encourage
and not discriminate
so that we all reach 
our full potential

I wish
we could all live life
to the fullest


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THE REBEL

The Hollywood hills still echoes with his 
Rebellious yell, we are the forever young
Generation.
An iconic American symbol, to this the lost
Age of innocence.
Nay did this rebel die without a cause,
I think not, in my humble opinion, he
Died for his desire for speeds acceleration,
In death's ironic twist of fate, James Dean's
Name became immortalized as an epic tragedy,
Of youthful hearts seeking to be wild and free,
Without any consequences.
A teen idol who went out in a blaze of glory, 
Revving His engine hell bound for destiny's,
Rock-n-roll Hall of Fame.
A nation wept in despair mourning for the
Loss of one so young and full of life.
Sorrows children cried in disbelief laying roses,
At his final resting place.
The jukeboxes remained silent with respects,
Reverence, and bikers gave him a rebel send off.
A generation whom believed they were bullet proof,
Realized how human life could be extinguished, 
Within the flash point of on coming head lights.
James Dean's ashes were swept away swallowed,
Whole by time itself.
Now he's nothing but a tarnished star in histories,
Memorabilia case on display for all to see,
And remember, this the first easy rider. 
JFK dream vision illusion of Camelot has faded to gray,
And Elvis now sings in a more heavenly chorus,
In the great beyond.
But before these man took the center stage, another
Walked the thin line of immortality's rebel fighting,
For a cause.
One lone figure rides into the night across freedoms,
Highway, and his name was James Dean.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN







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Panacea - My Three Lovely Ladies



Tucked
in the corner 
a nice spot
to gaze 
waiting in anticipation 
to see each poetic face 

As each poet arrived 
a group came toward me
three brilliant glowing spirits

Bliss, Love and felicity 

We gazed and marveled 
as gracious words we exchanged
a delightful slice of euphony
as tranquility rang

We sat for what seemed a lifetime
in stories of each poets dream
then before I knew each soul had flown away

 
O how I miss the bliss
of each loving memory
and each precious sunbeam
freely given by felicity

If just one word could describe that dulcet eve. 
the word "Serendipity" would surely have to be

For such a lovely eternal garden I had the pleasure to see
while simply looking for a nice story, an evanescent dream.....
__________________
Contest ~ "A Table Of Four"

Rick Parise
Carolyn Devonshire
Andrea Dietrich
Linda-Marie "Sweetheart" Barianna


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The Secret Whisper

Whisper to me little one
as the waves break on the shore
and brings the mysteries of the deep
with her haunting memories fore

Whisper to me little one
as the wind changes her pace
Her howling scream then silent still
keeps tortured cries encased

Whisper to me little one
of all lost grains of sand
ever seeking their way home
but scattered by human hands

Whisper to me little one
as the sun intensifies her heat
yet cannot melt with all her warmth
the coldness of defeat

Whisper to me little one
and do not feel aghast
Be not conspirator with this world
nor keeper of the past

Whisper to me little one
and share with me your fears
the secrets of your sufferings
the hidden controlled tears

Whisper to me little one
for unlike the wind and sea
I'll offer arms of comfort
and the words to set you free

Whisper to me little one
for each grain of sand is mine
thought lost none can destroy you
who was held by the Divine

Now hold on to me little one
as buried nightmares rise
and with distinctive form and shape
is revealed before your eyes

But as you look my little one
forget not that I say
"You're stronger, well learnt, and my love,
will ever guide the righteous way"...


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Coke Bottle Promises

Sandy grains
wash over and over
a discarded glass
bottle
leaving what is left
smooth as silk
to my fingertips
touch
like a childhood 
memory
thought over and over
once more
and as I look
out into the unyielding 
sea
I recall your promise
words
I recall, over and over
again
like the waves splashing my
tan feet upon the sands
for you are overdue
love
to return to me
as I kiss my love note
to you
and toss the bottle once
more
into the dark blue abyss
below
my coke bottle
promise
forever and only
yours 
I do stay
 honest


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The Stars Are Mine Tonight

I guide my body,
but my soul I do not.
My mind.
My feelings.
They've slowly broken apart.

The darkness screams at me,
trying to reel me in.
"they're gone," they say.
"you're nothing but pitty and sin."

Though most think it's hard to step foot in this place,
it takes true strength to find another way.

As the black swallows me whole,
I see a million bright lights.
I lay there in my sorrow,
and know the stars are mine tonight.

Somehow they -- uniquely twinkling --
take my feelings on adventures to slow my breathing.

They strongly look through me,
and have my mind soaked
with things like courage, and happiness, and hope.

I lay there for hours until their vivid wisdom fades.
the dreadful transition of night to day.

When the sun gradually peaks over the horizon,
I notice the pain in my hand from clenching my knife.
But as the light shines upon me,
the only feeling I have is the feeling of life.

I stand face to face with the greatest star of all.
Feeding off of its power, I break down my wall.

The sun shows me the paths that I have to choose from,
but it's up to me to choose the right one.

I'm ready to cut ties with the sadness I hold.
I shall live my life right and pick the right way to go.

I'm eager for night to fall,
to show them that they were right.
They all found their way.
The stars are mine tonight.


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Time Unwinding

As time stood still in the presence of the King Awaiting its order to commence The King’s voice echoed throughout the universe Silence ensued, loud and fierce! The four winds ceased their stirrings Planets froze in their stance Blades of grass stood to attention As time glided through its tubular channel And began its appointed task When a war raged in Heaven A battle only Almighty God could win The usurper was cast down towards earth Brought slow, insiduous contamination on an unimaginable scale and Time remained forever tampered with Now flowing backwards to begin anew From the moment of birth, death comes stalking Men lacking faith see wrong and call it right And pride and ego brand minds and hearts For the potent poison seeped through all Every creature incredibly made would be tainted For the author of sin now roams the earth And peace since that moment, always eludes Deception and illusions, endlessly, abound Hatred and wars plague the seven continents Families lie broken and the young despair As our world unraveling spins out of control Time will end when it arrives at its beginning When the King will make all things anew ~*~
Note: Random imaginings....thoughts as to why nothing is as it should be.


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The truth in time

Time is the most precious possession the universe holds.
It is powerful beyond all measure.
It is loyal but also very unforgiving.

Time will test our strength and will power.
It will expose our weakness.
Time will challenge our thoughts and emotions.
It will be relentless in its endeavor to prove love unstable and lacking.
Time will push boundaries.
It will surpass limitations and barriers. 
Time will change you...
Time will possibly break you...
Time may even heal you...

Time is not to be undervalued or assessed.
Time can not be exacted, it is a gift, an allowance.
We are given time so that we may discover who we were, who we are, and who we long to be...
We are given time to uncover the endless possibilities that lie before us.
We are given time to gain enlightenment, to learn, and to teach.
We are given time to be free, to be liberated, to be alive!!!

But, in time, you will always find a profound truth...

Time is borrowed, only a certain amount allotted.
It is owed all of your energy and spirit. 
You have to explode every day.
Only slow down for those magical moments.
To absorb all the character needed to become a philanthropic warrior.
A guardian and a leader to those who do not understand the true concept of time.


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Heavenly Message

 
  Arriving upon the heavenly shores,
  Eyes wide, new sights everywhere.

  Long ago family and friends warmly
  greeting him.

  Tears flow like a river,happy to be here,
  Sad to leave loved ones down there.

  Send an angel with a message,
  say I will be  here when your turn comes.
  Remember you are only far from my touch,
  Never far from my heart.

 When your twilight comes, I'll be be waiting
 to greet you my love.
  
Anne Rutherford   Copyright 2012
Poems From The Heart Series


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The American Flag, It Is You



A symbol of respect, pride, and strength,
not to be ruffled, wadded, or soiled,
to be folded, unfurled, raised for all to see,
as in going into battle resounding victory.

Not to be tattered, torn, or burned in effigy,
rather a symbol of hope to those in bondage,
of hate for those who seek to enslave,
of patriotism to those who guard fiercely,
enshrined with those who died for liberty,
entrusted to each generation to decide its fate,
to be the most loved or most hated,
to be seen in every city, state, and on foreign soil,
wherever seen, America is found.

No other symbol rises above or would be allowed,
representing freedom, recognized the world round,
a powerful adversary to an enemy
a gentle giant to those who are represented.

A symbol of red and white, 
with fifty shining stars on a field of blue,
call it a flag,
in reality it is you.


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Verse from Isaiah

One of my favorite bible verses..



                                For you shall go out with joy,

                                and be lead forth with peace,

                                 the mountains and the hills,

                                 shall break forth before you,

                                             into singing, 

                                 and all the trees of the field

                                     shall clap their hands.


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My Favorite Devonshire

Winter's Rose

white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
            wrinkles that have weathered life
                 skin once firmly packed sags

in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
    but she laughs
          budding spring beauty
               summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings

restless rebellion came with fall
     withering, yearning

but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
     resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
               a spirit that will never die

winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life


*Entry for Gail's "Inspirational" poems contest
by Carolyn Devonshire

I can't believe the wonderful contest idea I have been missing out on since I took my brief break from Soup this past weekend. I came back to find many posts of Carolyn Devonshire's most amazing work. And so it was my goal tonight before logging off, to look through my list of favorites and see which one I would choose to showcase. 

Well, there were at least five of her poems that I just loved: "A Forgotten Box," the senryu set "Candlelight Passion," an adorable personification of flowers called "Flower Prom," the profound poem of imagination called "Unicorn," and last but not least, the one shown above here, "Winter's Rose." I decided on this one because earlier today in talking with Carolyn, she expressed to me that "Winter's Rose" happened to be one of her personal favorites. I was so pleased to discover that it was also one I had chosen to put into MY favorites list about a month ago! 

"Winter's Rose" is a poet's look into her own soul. And she uses metaphors of the seasons, something I personally enjoy doing in my own poetry. I love when Carolyn writes this way and I agree with her, this is one of her very best free verse poems ever! I hope Carolyn will continue with her restless spirit well into the deepest of winters. She is an awesome friend and poet! (Carolyn, may your memories be happy ones always. And know that you have many friends here rooting for you. Luv, Andrea )


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AVALON

Far beyond mans intrusions, 
A vast hidden world lives on.
An ancient fortress lost amidst,
Historical reference, a faded shade,
Amongst remembrances memory.
Imagination limitless vision, 
Separating conscious truth, 
And make believers legendary
Spree.
Conjuring mystical thoughts,
Simply, Drifting aloft, 
Revealing a forgotten golden age. 
Let castaways adventurers fly away 
Into magics paradise,
As sunshine's rays, flicker amidst 
Mid summers softening light. 
Illuminating forgotten stone gardens, 
Secret courtyards in splendors array.
Rose covered vines, weaving down 
Walled trellises evergreen.
Ruined towers jetting upward, 
Blanketed by thickened mosses
Torrents.
Crystal clear water streams, forth 
Through cupid fountains.
Nesting song birds, sing loves, 
Harmonious music.             
Wooing hearts at winged flight.
Glide without tethers strings, 
Rejoicing carefree, 
Within natures solitude.
Reclining, beside a shaded, 
Willow tree I'm resting,
Completely to mine ease.
Watching clouds placing,
Ideally, 
By as dusken stars.
Pass beneath nights, 
Blackening sky’s.
Knowing at last the beauty, 
That is Avalon.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


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A Blind Moment Of True Sight

He slowly opened the window sash
Deeply breathing the cool morning air
Feeling the warmth of the sunshine
Embracing the morning so completely
Bringing the spark of life to his face
Listening to the sonnets of Warblers
Inside the beauty of a summertime dawn…

Slowly wandering to the Lilac gardens
Resting on the soft greenery tufts
He leaned into the white purple blossoms
Inhaling deep the warm honeyed perfume
Feeling the silk tendrils upon his face
As the pure tiny droplets fell upon him
A baptism in a pergola of morning blooms…

The gentle whisper of Monarch’s in flight
Brought him to his feet in easy chase
Reaching out chasing the sound of flutter
He tumbled down the slope laughing
Laying in the flower bed he reached skyward
Decreeing the miracle of Mother Nature, he said
“I only wish I could see it”…


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A Quiet Time

No words to say
No songs to sing
The voice has gone numb
The mind refuses to run.

Letting my eyes dance away
Upon mountains and valleys
My ears listen to the concert
Of the hidden spring and the birds.

No thoughts to convey
No sounds out of my mouth
Quietly I listen, absorbing the beauty
Upon which my eyes feast, and my heart beats.

I hear your voice 
Speaking softly to me
Of words that feed and color
My life with love and splendor.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 10.03.10


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Epilepsy

Sudden and strangely strong
many shocks flood my body
causing muscles to stiffen
in protest.
Does it hurt?
Sometimes.
My mind drowns itself in
electricity without prior warning
causing a myriad of odd seizures. 
Each one different from the 
last; no seizure is the same.
My memory is not impaired,
I remember every one and 
everything around me,
although speech disappears.
People appear scared, not from me
but from what I have – epilepsy.
Many stigmas float around the
condition, many are as false
as the common school rumour.
Still they are believed like an old
wife’s tale.
Epilepsy?
An unwanted burden,
it limits possibilities, 
still I have it and so bare
its unwanted scars.
My life impounded and unfulfilled,
epilepsy is a curse without
any hope of a cure,
it’s only made controllable
by a blend of concoctions created
by textbook intellect.
Still my body and soul remain my own
regardless of how hard it tries
to take control,
I remain confident and strong.
Epilepsy?
Dominant as it may be life must
go on and I must continue to grow
and prosper.



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Surprising Kindness

I came upon an old man,
A homeless, wretched soul.
He looked so sad and helpless,
In his hands, he held a bowl.
He was propped against the building,
So, his weakness would not show.
He saw the world through glasses,
With hair as white as snow.

I heard my father whisper,
As my eyes filled with tears,
“One need much more than money,
One needs his loved ones near.”
My father loved his family,
Does this old one feel the same?
With my father’s soul beside me
I asked the old one’s name.

His name, he said with feeling,
Was lost with all he owned.
A thief assumed his identity,
Then, all he had was blown.
His wife died in December,
The vulture, then closed in,
Pounced while he was grieving,
Then, his life changed again.

I gathered the frail body to me,
Spoke kindly, acknowledged his need,
A home and a heart full of loving,
My family would plant the seeds.
Love is the first to be planted,
Followed by trust in their care.
My father’s spirit surrounds us,
His example taught us to share.

The old one lost all his pallor,
With love and trust he gained
More than he ever hoped for,
Another family, who gave him a name.
Grandpa, we decided to dub him
As we fought for all he had lost.
As he won the last legal battle,
His life was the price that it cost.

The old one wanted cremation.
My mother did not and she prayed.
Next thing we knew came a lawyer,
And the Last Will and Testament played.
My mother, for once, became speechless,
And I drew in no better air.
Grandpa was there in the picture,
Leaving us undisputed heirs.


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Steel Butterfly

A weak worm hatched
From an egg that is fragile
Trying to survive the world
Full of predators and guile

Romanticsm has been just an instrument
To be confined in the ego
And a faint serfage
On behalf of love upon herself

So she claims herself
No longer merely a companion
Metamorphosed as time goes by
A mild steel butterfly


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My Life is a Drama

I took many roles 
In my own life’s drama
And with every person I met
I had been a mentor 
And a tormentor at once
Even a victim and a culprit too
If I cried it was because 
My role requires it
If  I am injured it was because 
The role I took requires it and so on
If I ruined the life of someone 
In one of the life’s dramas I took
I didn’t have regrets
Again because the role 
I took requires it
If I consider the role of a mad man
I shall not hesitate to take it
If that role requires the thrill 
In anyone life’s drama
If the drama I chose 
To take is never ending
I don’t have any regret taking it
Because the drama requires it
Every role I took we agreed 
On how to execute or perform
The scenes in which the drama requires 
With the leading man or leading woman
Every cast, director, crew and drama goers
If death is required in taking 
A role in anyone life’s drama
I shall exuberantly consider it
Because my life is a drama
And my life is a choice.


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THE OLD WEST

Lord what I'd give to go back in time.
Meet historical legends Wyatt Earp,
 Or Jessie James, let them leap off 
The written page, and live again.
Rough riders, shooting the colt 45,
Learning swiftness by the draw.
Badges brethren, gather up,
The madman’s posse,
Gun powders equalizers,
 In there bloody hands.
Wanted men, flee to,
 Parts unknown,
Horse thieves, and 
Cattle rustlers,
Trying to evade the long,
 Arm of the law.
 Fate decides whom lives,
 And dies.
It makes no difference,
 Innocent or guilty.
After all it is life’s truest rule,
An eye for an eye, blood shed,
To give the devil his vengeance,
Behold survival of fittest,
Heavens gates, are made from,
Twisted metal.
The hangman's tree stands ready,
Hollow nooses swing in,
 Destiny’s winds,
To bid found ado unto evil men.
Strong limbs bare heavy weight,
A scaled balance of ropes,
 Tenuous strength.
Blind lady liberty turns,
 Her gaze away.
At histories hesitation towards,
Real justice's justification.
Hard men ride ahead, 
Leaving behind
Legends tin stars, 
Amongst trail dust,
Remnants.
Behold the old west breath's,
 Again,
Between books binding,  
And words harsh black ink.
Hardened steel vs. freedoms,
 Expansion.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Step of Faith

Shrinking control
Unable to scream
She looked upon her future
But what did it mean
If she did not speak
If she could not find her voice
She was destined to repeat
The same mistakes
Once again
Find rage
And don’t focus it within
But let freedom birth in your soul
A new destiny
A new fate
A future steeped
In choices that only you can make
Accept the responsibility of the decision
Not so very long ago
We were not permitted the possibility 
Of making a mistake 
For everything was determined for us
What do you stand for
What do you desire
What is it you can do
That will lift someone higher
Put meaning to your life
Live it free
Live it loud
And don’t be afraid to step out of the crowd


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ADOLESCENT STEMS


.,.,.,....... ........,., late mid-life street woman she is... i grew up with her under mango trees now softly drooping their shoulders much like hers.. but she, still shaped like a Boticelli urn, wrapped in arms diaphanous in flesh and heat, fanned banana leaves swaying to latin notes while cooking fried bamboo shoots, her fragrance buzzing along summer's exotic fly: how she pinched my cheek with her tapered fingers still wrinkled pink in grasses floating on her quivering body.. . somehow, she gave me this epiphany of riding with my own instinct, the slow wave of breaths lightly squeezing that sprouting rosiness of my adolescent stems... if i knew how to swirl in the wakening glides of inner flow , it was her circling baked hips winding and bellying in nights and morns of her own natural sashays... how i long to climb her mango tree, her waxing then waning shape still blazing among plucked banana seeds of female revelry or finery… i tell myself, there is no age when her shadow sways in places where her eyes dazzle with her near floating, soaking limbs, of how she made me feel unashamed being just who I am without much caution or rapid pride; humbled so by her inherent moon-full grace… © ... .............. Debbie Guzzi's Transformations by nette onclaud


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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


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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. . .
Words


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On Reading Matthew Arnold's Dover Beach

On reading the poem Dover Beach
 (Please be informed that the Full Poem is posted Free 
  at  Poemhunter or  Smashwords Website.  Thanks  )

With no names, no denominations, no status divide,
they appear religious in their special way.
Invite them to our poem.
In turn, they invite us
to a spring less touched by time.

Are they timeless siblings huddling together in unity?
Are they another kind of hologram
that can glimpse a World more real?
Are they celestial beads
speaking about a Dimension that doesn't age?

Do they look like wisdom stones,
amulets or fossilized echoes
that whisper why the cosmos was born?
Do they look like crystallized droplets
of God's tears - tears of hope, healing, renewal?

Or do they half-speak, half-disclose,
baptized by the ancient waves,
roughened by the raw world,
made bold by the voice of the sea?

Or do they resonate the birth pangs, growth, waning,
revival of human faith? Those epoch-making conflicts,
the battles against aggressors 
at the world's naked shingles.

Or the waves have dissolved purgatory-distilled
blood, toil, tears and sweat. They become prisms
that reflect a crucifixion-consummated,
sufferings-until-perfected Godhood.


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To Snow and Angel Dust

                She bounced right off the inkling
                             . . . . . . . . .   golden rings and tinker bells winking
                                                                on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
                through the galaxies spinning
                             . . . . . . . . .  aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
                                                                atwist amidst anticipating ...
                on Halley’s comet tail she flew
                             . . . . . . . . .  in the genius of a snowflake parade
                                                                 in search ... in search
                                                       . . . . . of something he once said
                to the atmosphere on a cloudy
                             . . . . . . . . .  day
                                                      over rooftops flurried in December snow
                in a glance of her cosmic smile, 
                             . . . . . . . . .  she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
                                                                 sang songs of fields of poppies soon
                budding beneath the snow,
                             . . . . . . . . .  and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
                                                                  upon the world
                and the earth shimmered in many colors
                                                                  and gave praise
                             . . . . . . . . .  and the angels came and fetched her up ~
                                                                  and He smiled.
                x


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My Strength

There is a calling
to the inner depths of me
when I look at the 
majesty of Your mountains.
Quiet and serene, they still me
as I am reminded once again, of You.
You who spoke
these mountains into existence
and are my Strength. 
          AND
The Strength of those who
safely trust in, lean into
and rely upon and
confide in
YOU.


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Cheers and Whistles

I awaken to a lark’s song
 In early morning’s misty light
 Spy it on a branch, softly shaking
 In the gentle breeze, its fewer leaves
 Turned yellow gold
 Surround her so pretty,
 Her song to me. Yes, I know 
the lark sings to me 

Its cheery new day song,
 As if there were no tomorrow –
 It whistles in the evening 
as if there were no
 Yesterdays. Soon it is joined
 By another, oh! What a lark!
 What a pair they make!
 I remember those same two larks
 Not far in the past –
 
Last Spring, they stood together proudly
 Day after day and through the summer; he
 Could go nowhere without her.
 He, was the one who sang to her
 Each new morning, the one
 Who courted her till each sundown,
 Up to twilight when she fell asleep.
 
He was the one she couldn’t do without,
 The one she could love forever, together
 They had built the nest for their offspring
 Now grown,
 Now gone.
 They’d been inseparable from day one,
 Even bickering, just two souls
 Disagreeing - still, he sang
 To her in the morning, sang to her
 Under the setting sun, and
 
In the autumn of their life
 They sang together, cheery
 As if there were no tomorrow
 Whistling, as if there were no yesterday.
 
This morning
 I let out a sigh
 Remembering so well
 The dream I once held
 So tight.
 Will it come to pass?
 The answer came
 From the larks song each morning,
 Cheery, as if there were no tomorrow.
 Whistle in the evening,
 As if there were no yesterday,
 And I sing each day
 With faith.
 I whistle each evening
 To not let the sun go down
 On the morose, My love,
 
I will not let you down.
 
CarolineCecile - 10.12.12


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BROTHER'S OF THE WIND

Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land, 
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck, 
Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another.
The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow,  seeking
Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights
Gleeful pleasure, until his companion’s kindred, catch up with
Him and pick on him later.
Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates,
Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's
Outcasts, to conventional reality.
Mother nature's wild children of the untamed,
Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in
One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor
Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight.
Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond
Human reproach, except unto one another calling,
Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers
Extraordinaire.
Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim,
Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles,
Than free falling towards the earth beneath.
Gliding dare devils challenging the open air,
Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination’s
Boundaries without fail.  
At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto
Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time
To finally rest.
Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous
Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave
Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come,
On the marrow's sunrise.
Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled
Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with
Raw power's force,  using it's strength as if a game at play,
These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within
This realm of imagery.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





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That Moment We Shall Sing Out

i say unto thee the left hand knoweth not what the right hand is doing nor cast out all doubt but we shall quarry the soul to find all of its goodness in that moment we shall sing out


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Beauty

What is beauty?
Is it only shown on the
outside or is it embedded
beneath the skin?
Many might only see beauty
as what they can see with 
their eyes, thus they make
assumptions as to how
beautiful something is, which
is often foolish.
But some see it both ways
thus creating a clearer
form of what they consider
beautiful.
Mistakes can be made by
judging something by its
cover, like the simple 
picking of a rose but its thorns 
prick your skin almost unexpectedly
causing pain and blood to seep out.
Beauty is something so complicated
that many fail to understand the
word; they are blinded by cruel
and immoral definitions that become
seeded into the mind thus creating
a false and depraved image that only
becomes the meaning of ugliness. 
Beauty is not always on the surface
but more often than not hidden beneath,
like one’s soul; it can’t be seen but
it's known to be there. 
If one can see past the 
incomplete image that the human
mirror reflects, beauty becomes
apparent to all; untarnished
and pure.


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Bending Spoons

 

...A poem
is a spoon
that you can bend
with your mind.

It depends on psi
if you 
are mutant 
X or Y 
a paranormal opportunity 
or a wild talent
of psionic penmanship .

Stare at the pattern 
on the handle
as you imagine 
the handle
either roses or unicorns
are emblazon here.

So much the better
as your mind
bends the words
and the metal obeys...

Spoon begins to tremble
there is no knife
to run away with.

Then comes
the period
like an empty plate.
to contain
a bent spoon
with squeezed letters...


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Angolan Strength

The rim of my Erembe in hand,
her quiet pace remains.

Today the Angolan sky spills liquid of my breast,
while her breath smothers the blank sounds
of the tired plains
(Colors of snowbird’s crest)
woven with the smoke and strain 
of yesterday.

My little Faiza, how were you able to run?

She carries the lone gaze of hours 
dizzily felt four and twenty ago:
the shedding, scraping of blood,
our village skin melts neath the sun,
color of cocoa,
scent of smoking gun.

Bear not burden or shame
upon your desperate frame,
my daughter.

Her face and a diamond linger
I know the worth each brings
(Special love and a shiny finger)

Such pretty things may bring about
a slaughter.

Though never 
the same,
Though never 
together,
each possesses a facet of pain.

The rim of my Erembe in hand,
her quiet pace remains.


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On Reading Wordsworth's Daffodils

'Why are you not joining the Money-Glazed World?
Are these penniless winds eating you alive?
Why are you wasting time reading Wordsworth?
We don't need outdated things like poetry!
We only need business knowledge and science.'

A stout, six-feet-tall man, in mid-twenties,
in refined tie and coat, carrying a suitcase and a laptop,
suddenly shouted at me, as he sat down beside me that morning.
He glared at me with red-streaked, insomniac eyes,
like two burning hazel nuts that sank inside pale sockets.
His broad forehead gleamed with beads of sweat.
His eye-brows aggressively thick were frowning,
like two well-practiced, inward-slanting, artistic dashes
of dark ink in a classical Chinese portrait.
They sat on a squarish, muscles-taut face,
with biscuit-thin ears and spiky, crow-black hair,
a stiff nose and pale-pink, flat lips.
They undulated like a mini earthquake when he shouted,
like he had been holding back a wall of emotions a long time.

He continued to bellow:
'Why do you appear contented?
It's sinful to be contented.
You must be driven by desires.
Don't waste your time reading Wordsworth.
Learn how to become indispensable.
Commodify your thinking.
Become a highly marketable product.
Become a highly value-add asset
that keeps adding profit.
No, that won't be enough.
You must keep sharpening your knives.
Character-assassinate your rivals.
Win the favor of your bosses.
If not, we don't need you.
We don't need an escapist reader of poems.
Now get out of my sight! '

Slowly I replied, 'Please bear with me
if my presence irritated you.
I am too common, too small, too human.
Hope to discover the Timeless in Wordsworth's lines.
I only live one day at a time in the strength of God.
Please bear with me.'
I walked away slowly. I could empathize.
I encountered a fair share of difficult bosses when young.
Perhaps I become an old-fashioned vessel,
lessening his anger and passing moods.
A whisper came, 'Today you have passed.' 


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The Lost

... Parts of them are scattered
Parts are lost somewhere
Pieces that would matter
None beyond repair

Fragments of their gifted minds
Remnants of their pasts
Traces that I would they find
Of love that ever lasts

Echoes of the warriors strong
Deceived and bound and sold
Pulled apart, alone so long
For truths were left untold

Elements sensual, warm inside
Still leave the space between
Beneath the covering they yet hide
And righteousness remains unseen

Trapped within their fearful hearts
Where I know that demons speak
Yearning for a world apart
But not knowing how to seek

Oh sons of men, rise above
Listen to the crying of your souls
Breathe the refreshing breath of love
And feel your minds unfold

Let hearts be drawn above all else
To gaining mercy, knowledge, sight
To understand the sacrifice once made
Is the restoration of your life

Let souls be filled with joy and strength
And receive immeasurable increase
Just rest your hearts towards that end
And rejoice in light and peace

Let freedom find delight in you
And remove ye all defeat
Let us find faith to be renewed
And grace to be complete...


Romans 12:2:  And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the
                        renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and
                        acceptable, and perfect will of God


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POETRY SOUP ANTHEM

“All poetry soup members stand for a moment of reverence and silence”

Au Soupe du jour our native site stands free
God bless our site in truth we trust in thee
Let’s stand on guard to wave and to salute
Let’s lift our hands for an inky photo shoot 
Home of ambitious and amalgamated quills
Poetic birds of words soaring with free wills
Soaring through balmy winds unto thy haven 
Grandstanding passions as our stately raven
Home of ambrosial souls emanating alacrity 
We fill the site with fervid poem's electricity
United we ignite desire, poetically we aspire
With ink or quills that never grow old or tire 
Our Lord is our entrance he bestows the light
Rejuvenates our quills & ink in the still of night
So when we awaken we quietly greet the day
With peace love light, in our own special way
Upon our blessed site shed your rays of love 
Shed your blessings truest LOVE, from above.

Written by: The Teamsters, Elliott & Vienna xxx


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My Birthday

My Birthday is coming soon. Everybody is getting ready to celebrate. Last year they had a party too. They said it was in my honor, but they forgot to send me an invitation. I went anyway. I went in very quietly, so as not to disturb anyone. They had beautiful decorations and lots of food to eat. They also had lots of liquor to drink. I stood silent in a corner. I saw everybody eating, drinking and having fun. I thought that they would offer me some, but they didn't even notice me at all. Soon a fat man dressed in red came in, yelling - HO, HO, HO. All the children ran to him. They all carried on, like if he was the most important of all. Midnight came and everybody kissed and hug eachother. I too opened my arms to see if they would hug me too, but no one did. They all exchanged gifts. I left, I felt like they had shut the door in my face. This year I'm going to have a party. The biggest party of all. I am inviting all of you. I hope that you will come. If you decide to come - I will write your name with Gold Letters in my guest book. You have been invited. It is now up to you if you want to come. I will be waiting with Opened arms. Your friend JESUS...
12/08/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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Happily Ever Disaster

I looked up and there you were
My prince
My fairytale
My happily ever after

You stood by my side
You made me strong
You made me believe in you
I trusted you

I looked up and there you were 
My enemy 
My deepist fear
My worst nightmare

You brought me down
You broke me apart
You made me give up my hope
I loved you

I looked up and there you were
My living hell
My darkest night
My happily ever disaster

I'm saying fairwell


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The PERFECT POEM


As unfocused and natural as breathing 
As unrestricted as dreaming
Creativity derives from formless –
From liberty

Don’t think
Write now
Correct later
This is poetry in its most perfect form
Just like when you’re taking a test and your first thought is most likely correct 

It’s okay to jump from one thought to the next 

As long as you have a trail to look back on 
You can recall information

Don’t abandon your first thoughts of originality! 
Flow and flow with your original thoughts filled with your unique personality 

Be free 
Be you and you will be surprised at all who will be inspired by you 

Don’t muffle your emotion 
Don’t muffle your first original thought 
Be free 
Be you and you’ll be amazed at the hues that leak on paper from you




A collaboration between Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT & Brittany MAD POet Caldwell








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L O V E - 2

Could YOUR Heart, hold all the TEARS; that Life has shed in LOVE
Would YOU Gallantly suffer, Sorrow, for the Memory of Eternal LOVE
Should YOU empty an Ocean of Tears to revive YOUR Everlasting LOVE
Does YOUR mind Reminisce, about the First Kiss, igniting the Flame of LOVE

                                                   To Be Cont.
           With LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER, YOUR Liege…HG
             Dedicated to all the Inspirational POETESS’ and POETS
                               My POETRYSOUP FAMILY 
       Special Thanks to Shannon Deane for Her Gracious Comments


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the means to an end

When demons do their duty
Angels wait and see
Could it be the will of God
Should they let this be

The Lord has His secrets
For the means of every end
Angels and the demons
They all do serve Him

When angels do their duty
Demons wait and see
Do men deserve their blessing
Should demons take it back and flee


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Beauteous Bones

We’ve not dreamt the crystal morn,
the tinkling ping of sun warmed ice,
the egg white branch of lilac dipped,
the magic of the wintry day 
which fills the heart with awe.
Such days of silver ice and blue white snow 
the lancing spears of ‘cicle formed
awake are we to majesty, that all too soon is gone.
Gone in graceful austerity, a loveliness all its own,
the white of skeleton, these beauteous bones.


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THE GRAVEYARD OF SHIPS

Beneath the fathom’s deep, in wreckage’s graveyard
Of the forgotten, here the broken bones of ships lie still,
Covered in a forest of seaweeds greenery.
Corrosion steel hauls ripped wide open, lay against ancient
Wooden beams from vessels voyages, of long ages distant past.
Faded names, render no clues reference, for the maritime detective.
But tragedies lost vessels, did ride upon the frothy foam, 
And spray above, sailing the big blues timeless tides.
Nay Poseidon's toll ti’s payed in sailors flesh, melting
Humanities dreams beneath his drowning waves.
Beauties fare, and proud are they, the crippled, 
Swallowed whole by the aquatic storms avenging rage.
Mercy's mere-angels weep thus, for the mortal souls lost,
Guiding them towards their spiritual resting place below,
And welcoming them unto their fathers kingdom beneath,
The abysses darkening depths.
Torn asunder is mankind's well hued craft, shattered
Into bits pieces, large to small, a glittering shards
Rain of destruction. crashing into the muddy bottom,
Of the under belly of the sea itself.
Deaf are the silent cry's of men, whom leave only
Bubbles streaming upwards, as their last epitaphs
Tribute for thy existence.
The devil's gardens, swim these black waters,
Turning them crimson red, sharp toothed monsters,
Feasting upon carrion discarded left overs.
Dark figures, phantom creatures, lurking just below,
The briny surface, awaiting for the Poseidon’s next victim,
To join the graveyard of ships.
Faded are their names, forgotten titles, as the paint
Peels, on the once majestic vessels.
Now they remain wreckage’s ruins, abandon to the
Mercy of erosion masterful hand of destruction.
Hear the sounding clanging of bells, whom ring in
Silences of troubled waters abode, it is the cracking 
Of doom, beware thy young lad, he whom seeks fortunes
Favor abroad, for only fools test the might of the sea,
Against thy own grit and survive.
Thus thee shed a tear for the fallen, dear lad, 
For no other will on the dead’s behalf, in thine
Cemetery of the graveyard of ships. no passages
Return tickets are given.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
SPIRITUAL-HISTORICAL
02-03-2914






  


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in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


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True Love Forever yours

People searching
High and low
Looking many places
searching trying to find
True Love of the Perfect kind

Bonding hearts
Forever relationships
Love tis between two
Within Me and YOU
Treasures.. Forever.. 

As many still Searching 
through out time
in many places
among many faces
searching for that special someone
wondering who would it be
that beholds such True love 
who behold tis Key.. for thee....

As time passes by.. 
Finding Love to behold
In hopes stays forever 
within hearts.. of two
even when time grows old...

Searching among this earthly world
heads spinning.. as hearts throbbing
compassion.. desires
hearts on-fire.. full of attraction.. 
in hopes to find 
True Love of perfect kind
But yet.. tis always been 
just before your eyes 
this whole time...

Many never know..
But Think where does Love grow?
Who beholds Love and Truth?
Who is the Maker of Love???
Yes.. God Above.. 
You need not search no more
For True Love of Perfect kind
Is Only found With Our Lord
Our Savior Jesus Christ..

Glorious True Love Forever
The Perfect kind
Undying Love 
Never leaves you..
Always takes care of you...
Gives Abundantly.. 
Blessings and beyond...

Come to Jesus
Receive Truest Love
God's Greatest Gift
True Love is given.. Perfect Love
Unconditionally Just for you .. and me
For everyone.. 

Come to Our Heavenly Father's Son
Receive His Love that is True.. 
God's Love is True 
Was- Is- Always the same


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God is my Dad

I love my God, He is my Dad,
I didn't know Him when I was a lad.
Given a penny to take to church,
Spent the penny left God in the lurch.
Went through life doing no-one ill
Still not doing the Masters will.
Married had kids, all well and good,
Still no church but knowing I should.
Then came trouble, children rebelling,
Bills through the door threats compelling.
Future looks bleak, nowhere to turn,
Heading for hell, I don't want to burn.
Cried out to God, I need your help.
Sorry  for being an irreverent whelp.
God answered my call as only He could,
He said honour me, I said I would.
My life turned around, got better each day,
For the good things in life, I just pray.

© Dave Timperley 2012
 


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Touch

Look at me And I’ll return your gaze But know not what you see Talk to me And I will answer But know not what you think Listen to me And I’ll tell you of me But know not what you hear But touch me And I will know you And understand that you Saw me Heard me Care


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I Chose


I chose  
I could’ve been
A homebound hermit,
Hypnotized by the hum
And hue,
Of a high-tech 
HD computer screen.
A slave 
To the
Rhythmic rap
Of 
Clicking keys;
Depriving me 
Of much 
Needed rest.
I’d Search 
For Love 
And friendship 
In a network 
Of strangers,
Oblivious to 
The world 
Outside.

I would’ve
Made a great 
Defense lawyer.
With my 
Appetite to argue.
I’d rescue 
Common crooks, 
Convicted of crimes;
From the 
Confinements 
Of a cell.
I’d lobby 
For leniency 
With lavish 
Litigation laws. 
Dedicating myself 
To Dissembling 
The Death penalty
I should’ve
Joined 
The army,
A proud patriot,
Surpassing 
My peers 
Through promotion;
From a potato peeling private, 
To a more 
Prominent position.
Pushing my 
Paratroopers out
Of a plane.
Parading my men
On the field 
Of battle.
I’d receive
A war
Winning wound,
Perhaps a
Purple Heart.

I could’ve
Been a detective.
Cleverly cracking
Cold cases-
CSI style,
Coercing confessions 
From criminals
And Con-men.
Collecting  a 
Cheap watch,
As compensation
For my commitment
To the precinct. 
	
I should’ve 
Been a doctor.
Devoting my life
To curing
The incurable,
Letting long hours
Deprive me
From family.
Always 
At the 
Beckon call,  
Of work 
Provided beeper.
Carrying out 
Curative procedures, 
On clients
That are
Scarcely clinging
To life.

I would’ve
Made a 
Terrific teacher.
Choosing to 
Live my life
Through the 
Youthfulness of
My students.
Teaching them 
To take on 
The world
With caution 
And Confidence.
Lecturing them
With lessons 
Of longevity.
Disguising
My desire-
Jealous of
Their youth.

My choice,
Was not to
Focus on 
One aspect 
Of life,
But to 
Experience 
Them all. 
With the stroke
Of a pen,
I walk 
All paths.
I chose
All destinies. 

I could’ve 
Been this,
Or been that…

I should’ve 
Done this, 
Or done that…

I would’ve
Made this
Or made that…

Instead,
I chose to write.


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Moments of Healing

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

my escape
     my path
         my connection to the glory of creation


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i am part 2

I am the wind 
beneath the 
sparrows wings 
as it heavenly sings.
I am the single rose 
sitting in a barren land.
I am the the lions voice,
and the partridge voice as they 
rejoice. 

I am the beam of light 
penetrating the vastness
of the worlds darkness.

The secret power is 
no secret,the secret 
power is me.

I am the secret power revealed
and concealed in greatness.
I am the suns majestic flames.
The clarity of rain drops,
the zest ,to the minds
bland thoughts of boredom.
I am entertainment.
I am the wood pecker,
soaring steadily in the
balmy winds picking at success.
I am the eagles soaring over
sweet allysum, capturing the sent. 

Stupendous I am,
Preening my mind with knowledge,
a pen rigged with wisdom,
wisdom speaks beyond paper 
as it leaks from the pore of my quill.
I am the potion full of devotion. 
My pen rigged with morphine,
killing I hope the pain of my readers 
with poems.

You are no longer lugubrious,
lugubrious you are not.
Healed and fixed upon the first dosage.

I am ,I am ,
I am the poetic doctor,wooing medicine 
from the green pastures,
 to robe my pen with healing secrets.
I am the nectarines of peach orchards
 basting the mouth of pages with sweet words.
Sweet splash sweet splash. I am the sweet taste. 
I am the revival of a sun baked raisin, the
 revival to a corps laying beneath circling 
vultures of the Arabian dessert. 
I am the fragments of light circling your heart,a campfire,
the supplier of its poetic aspire. 
I am the fridge for poetic dreams,
preventing from expire, raising 
heat of poetry soup higher and higher. 

Ill never retire until my face
 wrinkled and my hair grey wire.
My pen aiming for a writing desire. 
On icy roads I keep traction with 
hot ink and mental snow tires.
I am a poet wrobed with 
creative ink and sapphire.
I am safe gaurding the gates
 of a dying world of poetry.

looked upon as a fool why should I stop, 
because kids from high school saide iam not cool,
what is their some rule that makes it uncool.
It must be april fools ,safe guarding 
your desire is a golden rule.
I am the hope, iam poetrys stool fueling
 it with my hand tool full of ink iam the talisman of poetrys gates.
I know who I am and this inspires ME!!!

By: Elliott Bowe
Inspirational Contest
Sponsor:Gail Doyle


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The letter

The Letter

DEAR Marlene,

Sweet heart of the dead
Adored by generations not yet born
Marlene we love you.

Your beauty burned the wings of JFK
And brought big John to his knees.
For your love, was meant for more.
You shocked the World with a velvet kiss
An elegant truth in a sea of Fools.

It took one voice to start a War,
One bullet to unite false prophets
One woman to speak out.
You ostracized the Nazis for what they were.
Stood tall, through treason
Did not follow, Hitler’s Spell
Chose to Love America s freedom instead.

When Reapers scythe came
Song and Compassion was your shield.
It Gave comfort to the damned as shell and mortar pound
Your words a respite, from the fear
And your beauty, a reminder.
That love awaits the Soldiers return.
Back to the German farms and the English meadows
For love knows nothing of war.

You witnessed holy sacrilege,
Saw blind disciples fuel the reapers fire
Both sides, in the name of god,
Oh how heaven must have wept

Marlene you dared to question religion,
For Your soul could see through the flames,
While others perished in mortals Pride.
You Asked god to review his plan.
Only you, Marlene could do that

Where have all the flowers gone
Your message to Humanity,
But the Heinkel and the Spitfire
Flew too high to hear
And the flowers of youth
All Eaten by silent sheep, and taken to yet another slaughter.

Yet be proud Marlene
For Your echo awakened a new generation to peace,
Although lasting peace is like true love, so hard to find,
But never the less, a goal we devote our lives to.
Some countries have found their Peace
While other search.
Humanity is still a child in these matters,
And war still goes on 
When will they ever, learn, when will they, ever learn.

Try to forgive us,
Perhaps the man upstairs,
Really does have another plan, Marlene Dietrich, 
At least I’m sure that Eternity
Will be a far more beautiful and interesting place
With you in it,
and I look forward to meeting you.

Love Steven 
xxxx

Footnote to this poem
JFK relates to her affair with President Kennedy
Big john relates to her affair with John Wayne
The Velvet kiss was the first lesbian kiss on main stream cinema 1930
Marlene was bisexual.
The line where have all the flowers gone and when will they ever learn comes from the song forever associated with Marlene Dietrich.

Brief Biography
Born 1901 in Germany
First film in 1920
Became American Citizen 1937
Awarded Medal of Freedom USA 1947
Awarded Legion of Honor by France
Died 1992 in Paris.


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Puzzle

Hmm 
What is life ? some say life is a puzzle and I ask is it one we will ever complete?

Huh? Tell me will the puzzle ever be complete because I know and you know you can't just go in a store and buy the pieces in a box all pretty and neat.
 For these pieces people compete they don't just open a box and pour the pieces on a table and sit in a seat while munching on sweet treats!

They walk roads nebulous and rocky until they get blisters on their feet 
Rent has to be paid two jobs three kids and they still have to eat!

They try to keep their minds neat even though their knee deep and bound 
For defeat they continue to dig deep.

The pieces for this puzzle isn't cheap! Some pieces you throw away some
Pieces you keep but some pieces you hold in your hand and contemplate 
Without sleep! Some pieces might cut you inside and the wounds are 
Root deep.

I saw my mother bleeding I held her  face and said you need sleep she 
Said you know son that's the only time everything seems complete! 
She dropped some tears and walked away it reminded me of a rainy 
Day I grabbed her and said everything is going to be ok she said I know
The Lord is going to make a way but we just get emotional when he takes
Away so we break away those pieces he hides and temporarily takes-away!
 
We try to regain it because of our thirst it makes it worst instead of 
Our power we should make his first.

What is life? Some say a puzzle and it is complete all we have to do 
Is keep it neat but because of the devils deception we suffer blindness
And defeat . Let The Lord complete your puzzle  you just keep it neat.

Put aside your footsteps and let The Lord plant his feet don't walk
Ahead but walk with in his trail and you will never fail on the road to 
Victory you will sail  and when you fall don't cry to hard you
Might drown his voice instead give praise and rejoice and he will guide
Your choice. 

At the end your puzzle will be complete so hard so easy so soft so bitter sweet 
But with The Lord you can keep it neat.

By: Elliott Bowe aka the DrUnKeN PoEt


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The Universal Man

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


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THE FORBIDDEN GARDEN

In the land of the rising sun, lies a sacred garden,
It has but one care taker, a maiden of mystery,
Hidden beneath a mask of ivory white,  
And dressed In beautiful silken robes.
Tall pillars shine, beneath the dawn's first rays
Of light, kneeling in prayer, a beautiful ancient
Mistress gives thanks, for another days worth of life.
Appeased by her eternal devotion, heaven sends a
Gentle rain shower of crimson cherry blossoms
From above.
Blessing this child of tradition, a rare Japanese rose,
Grows here behind earthen temple walls, built thick,
 In these oriental gardens.
So delicate a flower is she,  in each qualities 
Perfection lies a  singular petal, tenderly.
Shinning in brilliance golden light.
Admiration's ancestors smile, with honors pride,
To behold thus creature of opulence’s graceful
Design, purities magnificent porcelain angel,
Known as the Geisha.
Enchantment's seductress, casting mysteries 
Spell of the forbidden orient, upon the 
Unsuspecting out landers. 
With each exotic motion's movement, 
She the seducer, weaves a magical spell of
Enchantment, until this stranger, completely 
Falls under passions web of intrigue.
In isolation's paradise many souls are 
As prisoners of loves captivity, within this garden,
Of greatest beauty and harmony.
At sunsets melting into the distant horizon,
A haunting melody is played, and sung,
It is the Geisha's lullaby,  a soft whispers,
Good night to the sun, and welcoming the
Lord of the night, to peacefully enter, her sacred
Gardens enchanted realm.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


  




  



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TRIALS

Life is full of trials and pain, yet with each one strength is gained. 
Character is not built from ease, but from hard things like death and disease.
This I've learned in my life, to have peace even in strife!


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his and hers

his smile mesmerized her
her scent intoxicated him
his eyes hypnotized her
her touch magnetized him..

precious moments linger...

passionately
divinely
sensually

his strong hands caressed her
her flowing hair tickled him
his sweet kisses captivated her
her playfulness enticed him

purely
safely
freely

precious moments linger...

his tenderness showered her
her dewy glow bathed him
his legs entwined with hers
her legs entwined with his..

precious moments linger...

for eternally they are...

his and hers.


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Beauty Calls

Beauty Calls Soaring on the melody of a meadow lark Bathing in a whippoorwills love sonnet Slumbering to the soothing coo of doves Under my nightlight made from the stars Cool is the night, safe is my bed In the hands of the old oak, I rest All of the night sleeps in silence A voice in itself that is loud Dawn will lift her countenance A peek, a look then a smile Warming our day with a new hope And a dewy kiss of revival Ribbons of color inhabit our vision Saplings begin to stretch in growth Caretakers rise early to till and water Blooms bare their full faces toward the sun Sadly too many miss this miracle Caught up in life’s daily grind Take but a moment, watch a day birth Know that it breaks anew just for you free verse Carole Cookie Arnold 02/10/2011


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DANCING GYPSIES OF THE MISTS

Sisters of nature, gathered hand an hand, 
Finger tip to finger tip, as the goblets
Are filled high, and thus passed 
Amongst one another.
Nymphs of the evergreen wild, celebrating
The springs rebirth, listen to the drumming beat, 
Of seasonal change, it plays in perfect harmony,
With the earth's eternal motion.
Graceful steps of eloquence, lightly placed
To the rhythmic under tones, a seductive
Enchanted spell, weaved with gestures
Exotic mischief, by promises unspoken
Implied meaning.
Teasing virgins of sacred beauty's 
Renowned, unveiling each temptation
Hidden desire, yet it is nay unconquerable.
For these maiden's are the gypsies of
The mists, the untouchable, protected
By the Gods themselves.
Muses for inspiration, delicate spirits
Of pure joy, never knowing the heart
Aches of the mortal soul, regrets shadow
Lies beyond their realm, of this dance. 
Forbidden fruits of a lustful harvest,
 These the loveliest of pleasures maidens,
In a Grecian garden.
On the white topped peaks of the Gods, 
A blessings bouquet is lain to feast, in 
Honor such a magnificent vision to behold.
From above the deities toss golden bands,
To adorn these ladies wrists, and ankles,
A fitting tributes treasure to bestow, for
Such grace and elegance.
Hear the rustling winds blowing,
The echoing voices chanting,
Than feel do you not the silences
 Stillness.
They've gone again, into the thinness,
Of air from which they came, these ancient
Spiritual phantoms of the past.
Until the seasons call unto them once more,
Come it is time to dance, gypsies of the mists.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



 



 


 



 


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I Am Ghost

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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YOU BROKE ME

What makes me human is You
You who broke me and push me through
Yes,though You know I was not strong
You caused me to cry or so long
So many times I ask if You really exist
Though many times also You heard my pleas
I was so wrong to blame You for all my sadness
For truly it is You who brings gladness

So many times You tried to break me before
But I was so hard and rebelled more
Yet You never stopped breaking me
Coz You were concerned of what my future could be
You never wanted me to go the wrong way
That's why You wanted me to pray
So You could guide me everyday
Until into my bed i lay

From a frozen heart You broke me to become human
For my heart never melts though put under the sun
You changed my whole being
I was changed by the grace of Your loving
Because You care so much about me
You wanted me to live with you in heaven for eternity,
For the chance to be with You forever
YOU BROKE ME to become a person much better

Thank You Father or breaking me to a new person
I didn't understand at first for I didn't know the 
reason
Thank You for the tears that have poured out from
my eyes
Thank You for the sorrows that have made me cry
For now I know I'm a new being
Changed by the trials You have given.


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If You Could Talk To Jesus

 
If You could Talk To Jesus If you could talk to JESUS - what would you say? If You could see him face to face - what would you do? Would you tell him about your problems, or would you just ask him to be your friend? If you ever meet Him face to face - would you know who He was? Well let me tell you - that he is not far away. He already knows about you and sees you everyday. He is just waiting for your call. Jesus knows you very well ever since you were born, so don't be afraid to talk to him. He is like your best friend. whatever you tell Him - He won't tell a soul. He is very good at keeping secrets, like no one else in the world. If you can talk to JESUS - bare to Him your soul. Don't ever be afraid , for He is the best friend that anyone could ever have. Go now and talk to Him. He is waiting for your call....
04/14/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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Talking to My God

Oh dear Lord

If you blind me ,I'd still see you

I'd still see your beauty

through the rain on my palm

through the fingers of a pianist

and the song of a bird

through the perfume of a flower

through the splash of a wave

and a butterfly in my hair

through  the blessing

of my mother's voice

through the sun on my face

and the laughter of each friend

Oh dear Lord,

If You mute me,I'd still see you

I'd still praise your glory

through the voice in my heart

this strength in my soul

and the pen in my hand

Oh dear Lord

if you break me to pieces

if the cross is too heavy

and the road is too long

if I feel so alone

with nobody there

I'd still praise you

Cos what is best for me

 I do not know,and

I do not  understand

Cos this little world

this tiny dot of where i live in

this daily  labyrinth i walk

is nothing but a stepping stone

nothing but a  journey

that I oughtn't question

Cos this little world

is only a drop in an ocean

compared to an eternal happiness

you have so long prepared.


                                                                 Charma




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See Me Now

see me while my eyes are open don’t delay until they close sealing away my soul’s window look within, see the love and joy I hold capture this moment remember me this way when the light leads your eyes to heaven think of me, smile sometimes let laughter be my legacy I cannot live today if you fear tomorrow my eyes are open see me now
*Entry for Brian Strand’s “Whatever Any Theme/Any form” contest


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If you name a poem something cheesy like--- Venus --- it Will only get twenty reads

"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."

often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one

she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

alone she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS
how?
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back



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Hello Carolyn

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

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


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MUSEUM OF MODERN ART

Is it the light
    that long    high fluorescence?
Or    is it the half-light?
Why am I so dizzy?

Or    was it the Sleeping Gypsy
    mounted just above descending stairs?
I'd seen the work in magazines
    robbed of size and color flair
but now    in its magnificence

Oh why am I so dizzy?
It must have been my first full view    lifesize view of Guernica
    in its breadth
                     its height
                                   all that black and white
        stretched along the basement wall

Why am I so dizzy
    mind in ghostly disarray?
I finally think it is this feeling    opaque

Brush
Paint
Plaster
Wire
Marble
Canvas
Transcendental SPLIT!

"WE    are    HERE!"


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Heartbeat

You can tell the song of the girl too afraid to sing
To the beat of her own drum from miles away
Her song has no life

You can hear the song of the suppressor 
Who makes that girl afraid to sing 
To her own heartbeat 
The suppressor’s song is sung loud 
And with authority 
To cover his own insecurities

You can differentiate between followers and leaders too
 The followers sing an old familiar tune 
Together so their voices blend 
No one can hear individual voices 
There is safety in numbers
 The leader’s song breaks free 
A melody that soars so high 
That others look up to it

Some don’t fall into any set category
 Their songs weave into everyone else’s
 Trying different tunes and octaves 
They belong nowhere and everywhere 
And don’t stay anywhere for long

Others sing their song on a different frequency
 That few can hear and enjoy 
But who’s to say the song is good or bad 
When we don’t take the time
To tune in and truly hear

The songs of man and girl alike 
Flow and peak and weave 
Through melodies and harmony 
That never the earth will leave


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Home

Serene and breath taking.
I close my eye's and what do I see?
Those blue Kentucky hills staring back at me.
The wind singing through the trees.
The murky lake water cold on my toes.
Soft blue grass beneath my feet, tears fill my eyes.
I am home, I am free.
Take a deep breath of that fresh country air,
dazzled by the wild stallion dancing throught the breeze.
The rain pours down like crystals from the sky,
caressing each petal to an orange glow as the sun slowly fades.
Music and singing  picking that guitar,
dirty jokes while the bud light quickly disappears.
Loving laughter over an open flame,
fresh fried cat fish and peach cobbler are to blame.
Look around everyone is here,
good laughter, good times, good cheer.
I close my eye's and what do I see?
My ole Kentucky home staring back at me.


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MY EXTENDED VERSION OF '' MY CONDENSED PRAYER '' by britt

She prays; gods halo again brightly creeping from underneath the shadowed covers of comfort. Slowly awakening her blissful HEArT re*collabrated and re*juvinated to start the day quietly tip-toed inside  her peaceful home. A plantation thats shown to be told,firmly planted is all she'll ever know, thank you god my almighty straight to the LION'S den's mouth, as her heart is poured out in extreme greatness. She announced her DOGS EYE is not in pain anymore. So Thank You god for you are my only GOD!!!! You've engaged this HEArT strongly SHAPPED, I do love me; and the WOMAN I have become. In these last few weeks she has learned GENUINE SOULS do care like you, as parents we will keep her fruitful n' clothed. She'll learn that LOVE IS: more powerful then anything imaginable as you have, you image this world through a precious eye;(my DOG) across the sky in colorful RAE'S of skittles I can taste the RAINBOW... COLLABRATING IN THE CLOUDS... Watching SUN~SET DAWN DOWN fast asleep holding on to those DREAMS along side my dog. Teaching everyone to LOVE with/out SELFishness, just against GRACE For her HEART Is BIGGER Than the UNIVERSE.... As she chooses FREE~WILL!!!!!!
WILLINGLY!!! I Know now her Entire FAMILY HouseHold is in good HEALTH, SAFEly hidden from DANGER N' HARM,and has had A Peacful nights rest beside the warm fire I will lay;as she closes her eyes during nights break.

I LOVE YOU GOD FOR ALL YOu DO N' SHOW!!!

Written by: Carma SWEETHEART; and
Ravonne Jus MAD (BRITTANY CALDWELL)

06-21-12.          Thank you BRITTANY for letting me do this I am truly honored*ENJOY!!! ;D


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MASTER PAINTER

 "I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart."  This one really reached out to me in its simple
  and uncluttered use of a sunrise to show God's handiwork.  I thought that since your work was
  in Haiku,  I would try to do a free verse version relating the thought of God painting His 
  morning canvas.  I hope you are okay with this.




  Inspired by the poem: "Heavenly Sunrise" by Constance~A Rambling Poet~

  For: "I Am Sending You A Gift Of Poetry, Dear Heart" Contest



         Free Verse Poem Written by: Dan Cwiak


   The Master takes his brush to palette~
       Effortlessly is the day's canvas dotted with color.

  
    Golden Horizon swished from the brush~
        Darkened only by the earth tones of morning.


     An Orange Ball creeps o'er the distance~
        Shades of red and yellow stir the burnt umber awake.


     Fine lines drawn for this morning~
         No mistaking the Hand of God at work!


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Music

First we feel
Then we think
Then we make magic


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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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Inexhaustible Love

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

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

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

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


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Old Ironsides

Only silence dresses her rigging now
To the call of the bosun’s whistle
Her hatches now stand locked and secure
Where long past sailors once lingered
She is the last of the old frigates
Moored in the shallows of Charlestown
Board her and hear her echoes of valor
Haughtily anchored her colors humbly fly
No blemishes on her hull show her battles
Her carronades still sit silently waiting
As she floats mythically at ease
For a moment I can hear the great moans
Her keel and sailors cresting Atlantic waves
To Captain Hulls orders to come about
And charge on the enemy ship Guerriere
On her decks I feel the plight of her dead
Hearing stories of centuries old bulkheads
Astounding feats of a morose pride
To have brought their foe to capitulate
Now she stands tacit though ever grand
And still on her decks and deep in the bowels
The mighty spirit of U.S.S. Constitution dwells  
A monument of endurance softly whispering
“Lest we remember long forgotten sacrifices…”


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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At Your Feet

At your feet I kneel on this day. I come to ask you my Lord, to please forgive my sins and give healing to my pain. People have been cruled and have betraded me. They have left a scar in my heart. I have suffered many things. I have suffered the bitterness of life. Only you can give comfort to my soul. Only you can give me hope. Only you can give me tenderness. Only you can give me peace. Only you can give me love. Today my Lord, I have come to your Temple. I am kneeling here at your feet, repented, crying and pleading for your forgiveness. I am not perfect, but with your help my life will change. Amen...


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Life's Model Role Is To Be A Good Role Model

While I may never be remembered as a trail maker,
I most assuredly mark the trails I follow.
Even when void of conscious effort,
As footprints indent wetted ground,
I leave tell tale signs of having been there.
The innocent may follow me because I'm trusted,
Some may follow out of love or respect,
Others, like gulls following a trawler,
Await some tidbit that I might cast aside.
But whatever the reason,
It behooves me to acknowledge,
That many are the eyes that scrutinize my every move
And perhaps, even though uninvited,
Unfamiliar names and faces,
Have taken temporary refuge in my shadow?






















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The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow




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The Hero within Us

Life is a winding road
Moving through lovely territory
That inspires dreams and goals.

Then it enters rough roads
Treacherous terrains
Wild rivers under tornadoes
That eat at our resolve
And threaten to destroy the hopes
We had embraced when the way
Ran smooth by flowery meadows.

When we have been let down
By those we had believed in so
We often choose to change course
To avoid bumping in the same inferno
But no matter, every road we take
Will have its own inferno.

As we determine to stay the course
We find that it is the road I must go
And when we go beyond the call of duty
We come to see the real hero
Within the fiber of our awesome fabric
Worthy to be called
Sons and Daughters of God.

 
By CarolineCécile
05.01.11



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The Artifice Of Desire.

In those unconscious moments
When midnight sweeps in on you
Surrounded by a sweet contempt
Offering the taste of cool dark water
With essences of serene moonlight
Desires fruit peaked and ripened
Hangs just over you waiting
You reach out only to realize
Within those few feet to desire
Eternity lies in wait for its prey
Leaving only a silvery and pallid 
Reflection that undulates and drips
From the touch of your fingers


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The World Needs More Poets

Smoke ladened vision
scratching at my eyes
    making them cough,
conversations drift
across the panorama
  of my hearing.
(the world needs more poets)

Words rattle, 
     separate conversations
    combining,
       melding,
  sinking up together
to make sense.
(the world needs more poets)

9/11,
     always honored,
Johnny Cash
    filled space
with honorable reasoning
   biting at laws flaws.
(the world needs more poets)

My mind
     sinks inside itself,
grabbing at the crimson and dark,
     lancing the boils of imagination
and still notes drifts in
   soothing the savage beast.
(the world needs more poets)

          Stay off the sidelines,
bite into the fabric of life,
    feel the blood
        run down your chest,
   exciting your nerves
as you lick your lips
   and wait for the next inspiration.
The world needs more poets.

(This was inspired by a congregation of people)


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Buttering Toast For Everyone

The crescent moon overlooks
The pink taffy sky as it melds 
With the grey mist that rises 
From the creeks and gently rolling hills

I read a long time ago
To avoid criticism one should
Say nothing, do nothing, be nothing
But even in doing that one gets criticised

Many politicians say a lot
Buttering everyones' toast
But when it comes down
To doing anything worthwhile
They are like a phantom, ghost, or apparition
That disappears at first light or close observation
They have to hide in shadows
So that their half-truths, lies, straddling of the fence is not found out

So how can we learn from this 
What can we do with our lives
What can we be, say, write
If we say, be, write then can we
Follow through with action

Moon is getting fainter just a bare
Silver almost hair
Against the very gray-blue sky that mixed
With the mist of the earth two have combined
Seemingly forming one body

Duty has called me from the carefree moments
That exist out on the porch as the roosters begin
Their crowing, the crickets have quietened,
And the birds have begun their morning chirping
And life calls me away to do the responsibilities of day


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The Stone Wall

Many a mile you snake,
along the hillsides, through the valleys,
conforming to the highway,
partition pasture from pasture
neighbour from neighbour,
friend from foe
son from father.
Sanctuary to winter’s flock
shelter to the beast,
these many characteristics embraced
within your tenacity, 
while countless shapes
formulate your strength.
Sweeping rain, hoarfrost nights,
the heat of summer the inane rambler,
 yes I share your sufferance.
Yet!  Many years you’ve stood
in testament of this place,
a monument to my forefathers, who
created you from out of the
very ground you now
preside over.


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THE ALAMO

An earthen gray memorial stands alone against
A rugged desert landscape, built by the mortal
Hands of the faithful.
No bells do ring, in the churches steeple, but in the
Heart of Texas it's sounding message can never
Be silenced, remember the Alamo.
For the fighting men of valor's honors sacrificed,
All for liberation's call to freedom.
Listen to their whispering voices, traveling
 Across the tangle weed dunes, and harken unto 
Them, never to surrender even after death, do
They fight for country, hearth, and home.
These pioneer men whom built this nation's
Backbone, carved it out, with steeled bowie knife
Sharpened edge, and musket balls powder's flash.
Gathered here, for one last hurrah’s gallant stand off,
To the victor's gaining everlasting immortality.
 Gallantry’s brave, shed their dearest blood, sacrificing
Giving everything they had,  including life itself.
Cannon thunder bolts roar, as lightening rods raw force
Striking against mortars harden walls, yet the
Spirits of bravery strong, did not yield, or raise 
The white shield of surrender. 
Keep thy black powder dry, lift your rifles high,
But don't fire men, until you see the whites of
Your enemies eyes.
Under the hailing of gunfire’s smoke, did hells
Storm rage, both sides dying for their country's
Beliefs right or wrong.
Death's battlefield littered with fragments deceased,
A graveyard left unattended, wars unfortunate 
Fallen, became salvation’s tribute to behold, in the distance
A tattered flag, still waves in the winds of freedom.
Bricks of defense, shattered as if made of glass, 
Debris spewing outwards, towards martyred legacy's
Champions, killing many before they hit the ground, 
Receiving remains of the valiant dead.
Oh in the heaven's trumpets did herald, these
Courageous souls, welcoming honored soldiers, home wards
Unto God's boundless country, for these explorers
To discover the horizon's endless divides beyond.
Prisoners living, taken by horse and rider were forced
To bow, beneath a foreign banners alien flag.
Yet even than their American hearts didn't waiver,
Until the swords steel severed life, from the fleshes beating
Drumming from within.
But the last warrior yelled a rebels battle cry,
And as he fell with his last dying breath,
Yelled out,
Remember the Alamo!!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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All I ask is: BELIEVE IN ME

That I am, what I say I am...
A GODDESS:

For I am the EYE:
That watches over all...

I am the HAND:
That heals those who suffers... 

I am the GIVER:
Who offers my love
to warm all hearts...

I am the KNOWER:
Of all those who needs 
an answer...

I am the ANARCHIST:
Who fights to rid the world
of worldly order...

I am the KEEPER:
Who holds the key,
to a Majistic Beautiful Paridise,
Where all will be free...

I am TRUTH:
For I want the best
and will sacrifice the worst...

I am the FORGIVER:
Who forgives all who keeps
their faith in me...

I am the PUNISHER: 
Who will destroy those
who always carry out evil ways...

I am a GENIE:
Who grants
wishes for good...

I am LOVE:
Pure to the Heart
and cleansing of all souls...

I am LIGHT:
That's always within
that will never grow dim...

I am ETERNAL:
I am never forgotten...

And I am a COMFORTER:
To keep all safe
from all evil...

I am all these things,
Because I Believe:
In a better life 
and a better world,
where there is always PEACE...
Where the only tears to be shed,
are those of JOY and HAPPINESS...

And I love you,
for you are a part of me,
that keeps me REAL...

Because you Believe:
I am ALIVE,
I am REAL,
and I am ME...

My Love to Everyone...
                                             GODDESS TINA

Written while in the mental institution01-18-2001


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Sailing Away

Cruising the Mediterranean
I don't wish to fight any more
I want to enjoy the sunset
On the sea I so adore

Please hold your tongue
In silence,
View the beauty all around,
Tend the sails with care
So we don't run aground

I'll make us Margaritas,
We'll dine in finest style
As our sloop carries us
Through many a sea mile

No fighting, please,
I beg you,
Let this be a sailing
in but total peace,
And anger and misunderstanding,
I pray that they do cease

So hold me as you did once,
No question of our love,
And watch the Albatross
As he flies off with the dove

The soothing sea to rock us,
As if babies in need of sleep
And the new memories we create
Forever shall we keep.


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Everyone's Prayer

Everyone's Prayer Let us all join hands and pray for eachother today. Some of us are sick. Some of us have problems. Some of us are married. some of us are not. but we all go through rough times in this life. Today - we will get together and bow our heads before GOD. We thank you GOD for the blessings you have given us. We know that you give us more then what we deserve. We thank you too, for the problems we have. They make us come and seek you. Sometimes Disasters happen and we wonder - why. If they happen some where else, we think that we are safe. But when they happen close to home - we don't know where to turn. Give us the wisdom, give us the courage, give us the strength we need to help our sisters and brothers. We ask you to have mercy on the soildiers at WAR. Have mercy on the ones in the hospital, the ones that are bed ridden at home. Have mercy on the children that are abused everyday, on the homeless person, that dosen't have something to eat. Have mercy on the people in jail and the ones in prison too. Please JESUS help us not to JUDGE others, so that we too - won't be JUDGED. Help us to be MERCIFUL of one another. Help us to be a better person, then what we were yesterday . AMEN....
04/21/2013 For Anne's contest


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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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One Day

One Day One day I had some problems. I didn't know what to do. A friend came and told me, I know someone that can help you. He will take your problems away, JESUS is His name. I told her - I know that what you tell me - you do for my own good, but my life is full of sin and forgive me - I don't think He would. My friend told me - come with me, don't be afraid. When you come to see him - your sins He'll take away. Now I follow JESUS and I'm inviting you too. If you have sins and problems - you must go and see Him too. Your sins - He will wash away and your problems He will fix. Don't take too long to go. don't carry anymore a burden soul....
05/02/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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THE IVORY ROSE

Victorian white lace, ivory fair of face,
Lips as red, the rose bud does grow, and is
Cut's deeply by it's own thorns.
Graceful maiden, beauties sheer elegance,
Of olden years past, weep ye no more.
Within the golden looking glass, she dances,
To a yearling's lullaby forgotten.
A lone figure in a solitary waltz, gliding,
Stepping ever so lightly, no sound is made,
Except for the beating of ones own heart.
A ghostly image, held hostage in time, 
Frozen within a glass prison of pain,
Is this the lady of white.
Clouds of powder, set against a blue hued,
Sky above, is heaven so far away, to her touch.
A faded Porcelain doll, is she with eyes
Devoid of life, yet alive.
Hands do smack against the glass, but it is
A jail cell, the intent purpose, to hold
Hostage, what remains within. 
This door barred shut, has no key, or release,
Time's measurement, lies in rhythm, a ticking
Clock set, on perpetual motion.
Sorrow's tears melt into nothingness, her
Spirit bound to linger in a hollow image,
Emotions haunting loveliness, a broken
Soul of despair.
Will no guardian angel, wrap her beneath
Their wings of pity's warmth, nay even justices
Avenging, shall not dare to enter within.
Shattered crystal shards, burst forth, and memory
Fades to blackness, a white sheet covers the mirror,
And no light is shone, in this world of illusion.
Victorian white lace, ivory fare of face,
Lips as red, as the rose bud that grows,
And is cut deeply by it's own thorns.
Petals plucked by the forlorn, lead some
Down a path that should not be traveled,
Beware the lonely heart, follow nay the
Sweet voices echoing within the nights
Darkness.






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The Black River Mills

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

“Are you sure you want to stay?”

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

He is a creator
He is a watcher

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

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

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

But together we are incomparable


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THE STAG

THE STAG

It's a creature of vapors mist, existing within a thin veil
Of nothingness, descending from the unknown pastures
Called Nirvana.
A mystical spirit lingering in the sacred meadows of native, 
Legends and folklore, a beast of good omens, proclaiming
Peace and tribal bliss.
It's very breath brings forth life itself, in nature's 
Spiritual realm, where ever it's hoof's land, the evergreen
Thicket wild, sprouts renewals promise.
Routing it's horns, to a fine points sharpened edge,
The stag shakes the mystical forest free from the chill
Of winter's deadly embrace, and thus welcomes spring
At last.
No such a delicate of Doe appears, than she his mate,
Softest of the brown eyed kindred, gently she approaches 
His grand majesty, ever so tenderly and loving.
With sheer grace of step the two merge as one,
Uniting beneath the lunar moon of twilight.
Behold the white light of brilliance's fire, blazing
As a thunder's storm of the eternal, these are creatures
Of God's everlasting flame, burning on the hearth
Of seasonal change.
Hushed is the woodland, as if frozen in a soft pause,
Ascendence illusionary beings transcend the ages,
Flashing in the shimmering glow from the stars
Of heaven itself.
Melting phantom's of illusions, drift amongst
The night sky, leaving their earthy bondage,
Released once more to feast, in the glens of paradise,
Grazing in the meadows most high.
In the wilderness wild life is renewed,
And the goddess of spring praises them, for their
Sacrifice.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN










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Words on The Wall

It’s like you stuck in a cell When you want to be heard But there’s no medium to express yourself The wall is the only thing that you got You put your heart on it And make it salty when tears from your eyes drop You engrave heroics on it And when you trip, you scribble failure on it When life smiles you make a mark on it Your past can’t be erased, so try and embrace it. And if it’s bad, it should never show up again Maybe when someone finds this dusty wall The words on the wall can feed them Maybe they can relate. Maybe they can smile where you smiled And feel the scribbles of the pain that you felt Maybe these words can teach them a truth They could be soothing enough to heal more than an aching tooth These words on the wall are what the world sees And since words form pictures, hopefully your life is a beautiful piece You don’t need to be rich to have a masterpiece You need courage to realise what’s wrong and change it You need faith to believe and see the beauty inside Through our lives we can help cause change today You just have to show them the words on the wall.


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Jesus

On the day your eyes open to the prism of the sun On that day, silent Winter would be gone The avalanche of differences will melt into nothingness Through the same breath through our shared blood We would live again as one No matter who we are No matter the colour of the skin Rich or poor,innocent or guilty a lawyer,a prisoner,a doctor or a farmer a catholic,a muslim,a buddhist,or a jew On that day we would all wear identical dresses We would all be the significant other Because Jesus had died for all Jesus had died for Peter,John and Judah for Lazarus and Maria Magdalene Jesus has died for you,for me Jesus has died for every name engraved upon God's palm and through each and every one of us He will be born to rise again
Charma


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THE FALLEN ANGEL

A far away rumbling draws near,
An eerie calm, ensues all things,
Remain still. 
Silence reigns, nature holds,
It's breath,
Carried upon shifting winds
Hear soft whispers calling, beware.
Heavens valets brake open,
Thunder quakes,
Lightening flashes splitting the,
Clouds apart.
Castaways refugee, descends,
Pleading,
Do not forsake me.
Death's shadows dance to and fro.
A crumpled figure lies motionless,
Bare pale flesh, warmed only by,
Mangled wings tattered remnants. 
White feathers drifting aloft,
Aimless,
Sorrows innocent victim beseeching,
Forgiveness on bloody grounds,
Rough surf.
Humanities guardian, 
Regrets shameful,
Reminder a fallen angel.
All grace replaced by broken,
Hearts loss.
With trembling hands, bony fingers,
Scratching at loosened soil.
Here she makes a holy symbol,
The sign of the cross.
Forgiving lord, heavenly father. 
Bring me home unto thee.
In shroud's pitch blackness,
Beneath darkness’s abyss.
God weeps, behold gentle rains,
Merciful tears.
Thy lost lamb seeks salivations solos.
Redemption’s everlasting light,
Shines from above. 
Guiding kindred’s dearest child to,
Loves unspoken embrace.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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PAPER ROSES OF LOVE

Image if one will, a field where paper roses grow,
Each color an emotion, it's variations symbolic to 
Feeling felt, and yet expressed.
Compositions of love letters, shaped into delicate
Blossoms, growing or dieing within the fragile human
Heart.
A unique species of floral design, enchanting the
Raw essences of it's creator, with a mystical fragrance
All it's own.
Passions spice crimson red, romantic sensuality
 A white splicing with reds undertow.
Blues calming peaceful shades of hew, 
and a navy's hardened edge exposing devotions 
Everlasting love in beauty's open petals of the divine.
A golden sunflower opens wide, a visions friendship flower,
Seeds cast to the fertile soil beneath the kindred of humanity.
Compassion's evergreen bouquet, 
So many multitudes of description,
It is impossible to describe all,
 For change is the one constant rhythm
Of life itself.
Death's black rose, a crumbling love letter that melts away,
A disintegration of thoughts emotion unto the river of dust.
Not completely forgotten, 
Living only by memory's remembrances,
Of past echoes, 
Left alive in shadows contrasting shades faded by time.
Fragile is the human heart, made of crystal glass, 
Shattering easily to the touch, if handled to roughly.
But even more delicate are the emotions held within, 
A prism of reflections.
It's light leads to the inner garden of the spiritual soul, 
Where the paper roses do grow.
Imaginations field of wonders, thoughts glorious
Bouquet of possibilities to draw from.
A limitless expressive well, for the poet's ink pen,
Lightly dripped onto the empty page of white, 
To write upon, vivid are these roses to the poetic heart.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Paint me

Paint me beautiful
  paint me clean

Paint me a pretty girl
 with pretty girl things

Paint me pure white
       innocent

Paint me beautiful
  paint me clean


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Beating Heart of Life

Inspiration
Deep within the mind it plays
Bounces around your heart
Scatters a picture which you care to see
To live to breathe
Inspiration
Without, we are blind
See less than the ignorant
Possess only a blank portrait 
Lacking the needed brightness 
Inspiration
Fondly seeks us 
Discovers who we are
We live, we breathe
Life


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Blue Cotton Candy

Sometimes
life should be about
nothing more than
swirly upside down rides
and blue cotton candy
for in the end
pasts can’t be taken back
only relived
and the truth is
I’d rather live
happily
with my blue tongue
than die
with the past’s
bitter taste
on my lips.

8-8-09


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His blessings


He made the dew drops to embrace the foliage
with the dawning of day

He clothe the birds in a colorful array,
He gave them voices to usher in a new day

He gave us eyes to see
He gave us ears to hear,
He gave us voices to extol our gratitude and praise

every day to start afresh, 
each day to appreciate the second chances
ultimately embracing life with the sound of the birds, 
with the smell of the flowers
each day filled with His blessings,
sometimes we stare at them blindly,
forgetful that He makes it all possible…


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Paint Your Dreams On a Canvas

Paint your biggest dreams on a canvas
Lift it high for all to see
Lift it with strength and humility

Soon, many shall see your works
And fulfill your dreams
Filling themselves up with their own insight
Delighted by your brilliant light!


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what is our life

A ballon filled with air of opportunities 
Blown by the wind of uncertainties 
Grab it with care. 

A two faced coin of passion 
Tossed by hand of situations 
Accept bopth sides with patience and smile. 

A play sealed with suspence 
Eeaturing joys and sorrows 
Watch it with passion. 

A game filled with tricks and mists  
With coded rules and sealed instructions 
Play it with wisdom.
 
A race filled with pains and pleasure 
On a track so wide and narrow 
Run it with focus.


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Healing a bleeding rose

A soul weeps in flesh for the pain I left behind.
 I am sorry for the pain,the tears, I left for you to bear. 
These healing words I send with a bumble bee to heal a bleeding rose. 
These napkin like words I pray can wipe your tears and snotty nose.
 I was young and naive,I cherished my pride instead of your heart . 
There the coldest winter did start. 
If it makes you happy I disposed of the mistress. 
Who faded in long lost memory of shadowed kisses.
 No,no,no I am sorry for writing that,
its a poets bold habit of honesty,
but in writing this I thought i should be honest and honest I shall be.I apologize for leaving your emotions suppressed,unknown and ostracized. 
Yes, I know the ocean swollen with your tears,the angels descended on a bloody battle field to  hear your cry.I hope you can summons them again and reconsider the report to the almighty farther. 
If I could write this apology in the eye of the sky I would,for my remorse to be seen , a once foolish human being .Your heart I didn't mean to decay. I apologize for the lies, cries,for making you eat sadly all those ice creams and soggy apple pies,from absorbing tears fallen from yours eyes. Left to wonder in the vastness of the universe alone. I am sorry also sorry for the smudged ink and some of the lines. I cried along with them, imaging your painful times.


Yours truly Elliott Bowe 
To:Simone Descartes


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Suicidal(a reason to live)

I am standing on the edge 
please pull me back
I have a lack of interest in life
the thrills are gone
the happiness has dried up
the color red looks like rust
my sign reads to heaven or bust
the color blue is every where I look
and pops like a whore's lip gloss
I have returned all that was given to me
I have no joy or glee
from this life I want to flee
but I say to you hold on one more day
I say to you there is always a rainbow after the rain
I say to you there is a sunrise after midnight
you shall suffer this plight
you live on everyday til the sun burns up
so chin up
here comes tomorrow

If you feel suicidal hold on one more day


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Discovery

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


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Pisces

Shallow as puddles
in a rushing rain
I'd rather not be

Water~
trickling, pouring
Cleansing.
I'd rather be...

I am the fish
that swims
Struggling.
Water is in me.

Still as stones
in a raging river
I'd rather not be

Water~
bubbling, flowing
Refreshing.
I'd rather be...

I am the fish
that swims
Alive.
Water is in me.

Dull as debris
in an opaline ocean
I'd rather not be

Water~
rising, ebbing
Changing.
I'd rather be...
 
I am the fish
that swims
Free.
Water is in me.


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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 
Rustling 
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 
Heavenly 
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 
Blowing 
a butterfly kiss 

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


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GETTYSBURG

Walk does he not the specter of death, 
His saith raised high, even he himself has had
Enough killing, on the battlefield of Gettysburg,
Satan screams, stop sons of men, truly war
Is hell on earth.
Time's spiritual voices cry out, as the wind
Blows through the tall over grow grasses,
Of this Pennsylvanian State park.
Injured spirits, roam as phantom soldiers,
Seeking salvation's reprieves preservation, 
From their damnation.
On the Devil's Den reddened rock, centuries
Still stand guard, knelling sharp shooters,
Fire at will, as the drummers beat, at rhythm’s
Death march.
Gun powers burnt smell fills the air, 
As the loud canons echo in the distance,
Mayhem's discord has left destruction's
Bloodshed, these numbers estimation 
Of flesh and bone, are guessed yet it's
Resolution unknown.
Blown are the horns of Calvary’s call,
Reinforcement’s sacred hesitating for aid,
But none come to it's deadening's sounding.
Mourn do the orphan's of war, in their fathers
Name, so they do weep in sorrow remembrance.
A war-ravaged companion, lead by freedom
Seekers, the end to release bondage’s salves,
Stain our great country with it's own blood.
Brother against brother, two flags of belief 
Striking each other, north vs the south,
Behold it was the American Civil War.
A revolutionary uprising of idealism,
That all man have the right to be free,
And live without the chains of oppression.
It is in this haunted place, at cemetery ridge,
That the final battle lines are marked in 
Bloods deadliest charge ahead.
Many souls still serve here, never shall
They know the light of peace.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Will You Come to Say Goodbye

when the last breath of life
is gone and my lips are as cold as the dog’s nose
when my friends gather 'round
for the farewell party
will you return with a smile to say 
goodbye

there will be flowers from those
who cry when I'm gone
and lots of tears from those I left in the world alone 
and I know some will have fun at the farewell party
but will you return with a smile to say 
goodbye

don't be mad at me for wanting your goodbye
and dying for the smile we shared 
this you need to know as true
when my life in this unfaithful world is through
I'll go away loving you still


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Music for the Soul

Sit back and listen to the music
let it flood over you stirring your soul
as you listen to the oh so haunting notes
close your eyes and drift away on wings

Each note so sharp and crystal clear
what need for words as you hear
angel's wings beating up high
sails flapping aimlessly

As circling  the dying ship
The albatross sweeps the sky
Hear the whoosh as he passes
the sounds of dead souls  cry out

Ah Mr Fleetwood you inspire me
as I hear the hauntingly lovely notes
telling the story without words
just letting the notes speak for you

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Remember what I taught you

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


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


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A Child of God {Psalms 119:24)

Deal with your servant according to your love and teach me your decrees
And the Lord said unto me, “Rise above your own despair”
"Offer your soul unto me; I will free you of this Prison cell"
I ask Lord how can this be, “this cell is my home it is all I have left”
As suddenly as flowers bloom in the spring, I was free inside
The tears fell like two giant waterfalls cascading down my face
And the Lord ask of me, “Take pen in hand and seek what you desire”
From inside a Prison cell I was set free within; filled with the Holy Ghost
Page by page I started seeking the truth as fiery tongues filled my pages
Through the Lord a violent inmate was placed in a cell, by his grace
The man who walked out of that cell,” I am Poet, A child of God” 


This poem was written for Brian's contest


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wonderful world

Sunrise breaks over the east so innocently as did the birth of creation
The Dawn rising to reclaim her throne from the night time's reign
Serenly, magestically, displaying her light as blinding as white linen
The chorus of the morning singing her praises, the return of the Queen

Fields dance in her warmth, their colors hightening from her touch
As the shadows run from view, a new vision of the day is born
Birds take to flight across the clouds of frosted blue and white
The world stirs, all is well

Sadly her reign is short lived
As sunset breaks over the east so innocently as did the first death
The dusk casting her blanket of darkness, the throne now set for the return of the King
Owls twitter as they awaken from their sleep
Nocturnal world answering the call of the Moon

And so the pattern continues
Life progresses
The Monarchy of the skies
Supreme in their own time and realms

One of silver one of gold
The treasure's of nature
For all to behold


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The Potter And I

The POTTER and I As I prayed one day - I told my Lord, You are THE POTTER and I am the clay. Please change me anyway you want, just change my life and make me new again. He told me - I don't like you - So I'm going to break you up and in a beautiful new glass you will be transformed - but in the process - I am going to make you cry, because through fire I will have to make you go. He said - I want a smile, when everything is wrong. I want to have your confidence, in the middle of a STORM. I want to hear a song instead of your COMPLAINES and you will learn to FORGIVE the ones that have done you wrong. The POTTER took my hand and led me on my way. He started working on me - a little everyday. The process is not easy, but I am on my way and if The POTTER stays with me - I'll be beautiful one day...
02/23/2013 Written By Lucilla M. Carrillo


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Beinn Nibheis - Scene 1

I sit and pause, looking at the sky blue ceiling above me. White vapour cotton wool clouds
gently float like water lilies on an upside down pond. My humble seat, an igneous rock
from the Devonian period. A glaciation past has moulded this comfort to rest this weary
climber. I am in fortunate delight as this skyscraper of old can turn nasty with nature.
These marvels can unite and lure unsuspected hikers, and draw them into a weather world
they have never known. The gulley's and faces of this quite wonderful Munro hide
challenges and dangers for all who dare climb. Many have been lost as they become
disorientated, as natures weather closes in.

The ascent route to the summit on a day like today is quite wonderful. The beauty of the
glens, with their sporadic mix of andesite and basaltic lava mountains, rival many a range
on our fine planet. Many colours explode on the surrounding canvas. Greens and beige's,
greys mingling with red granite masses. Screes are in evidence, a sign of the range ageing
as natures seasons take their toll. Plant life carpets the slopes, where grasses of sorts
mingle with the purple and white heather. Ferns from a prehistoric age fan out catching
the breeze, like Sea´ ferns´ in the ocean.

As i climbed, at various intervals i would close my eyes and listen to the calls of the
wild. The sporadic bleating of sheep, as if echoing through the glens. Crows and their
hooded cousins fly sorties looking for carrion of such. Suddenly they scatter, as royalty
makes a welcomed appearance. As majestic as the King of the mountains can be, a Golden
Eagle glides on the thermals. His subjects looking on from a distance, for fear of
angering him. Rabbits, lizards and even sheep and lambs, bow down in whatever chambers of
safety allows them. As graceful as he arrived, he leaves. Slowly but slowly, the lookouts
of the species declare their haven a safe zone.

This climb has certainly given me a thirst, as the thinned mountain air leaves me tired.
Nearby a small stream offers a weary climber a much needed tonic. This pure fresh
translucent chemical substance quenches my crave, with a gentle splash over my sun beaten
face, i feel refreshed to a point.




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php


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I still see the Ink

Sometimes I'm compelled to roar right now I think I'll whisper
Beyond these doors cant hear a sound Im talking to my sister

Listen

From within pull strength thats heaven sent 
This worlds rhetoric is irrelevent

Pray

Keep nourishin the positive notion That bein outspoken
Means your chosen to heal the silently broken

Teach

They ridicule the knowingly spectacular
In attempts to futilely taint the chapters

Overcome  


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just breathe

five days of ecstasy
followed by seven days of anguish
trying to catch his breath
his ghosts, get there first
and he crashes

as reality sets in,
sadness overwhelms 

memories scattered throughout his room
serve as bittersweet comfort
forcing a smile, while on the verge tears
he begins to pick up the pieces left behind

he cues the music
songs not so familiar,
but ring true to his ears
classics for them in the making
he can't help but listen
and wonder if she can hear

as his head hits the pillow
he realizes, 
he can no longer smell her,
on his sheets,
or her comforting touch,
underneath

but he remembers her voice,
telling him to breathe

one day at a time
a motto his father lives by
now his life support
a reason to push thru
and wait for that one perfect day

he can finally grasp forever
in a not so distant future
he just has to remember to breathe


©DamienMichaels2009


©©


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THE MYSTIC ROSE MAJI

The light aglow does shine, within the wagon train,
Many voices sing, to the tambourine's enchanted beat,
Playing along the fire warmth, of their encampment.
All together their rations share, with one another, breaking
Bread with an evening prayer, over warm cider, to keep the
Nights chill away.
These are the lost people, searching for a homeland beyond
The horizons hidden path.
Can you hear the echoing sounds, of the cricking wagon wheels,
Or the wind chimes, blowing in the timeless mountain breeze.
The last wagon is the smallest, it contains a precious prize,
 Of the Gypsies,
She is the magi woman, the heart of her people.
Fragile and bent with the curl hand of age, yet wise beyond
Her years on earth, a wondrous creature at one with nature.
Many winters passage have her eyes seen,
And felt the springs warming breath against
The raw flesh has she experienced.
 Blessings birthing, and sorrows burials, has this
Lone woman been present for, the tribes
Precious Magi, named Mystic Rose.
Lean does she, against a willow staff,
Walking generations ancestral path,
Remembering a cultural heritage, past
Down by mother unto daughter.
Within this living monument of memories,
Beats the heart of a wondering people,
Whom have cried an ocean of tears,
Yet do they not realize they are freedoms
Children, knowing a liberation beyond
Pains and suffrage ultimate dream, to be
Free without boundaries limitations.
But she knows, the Mystic Rose Magi,
So see guides them along the well hidden
Venues, to the valleys evergreen, keeping
Them safe from apprehensions heavy yoke.
For they are the gypsies tribes and she
Is their precious gift the sacred Magi,
Named the Mystic Rose.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Ultimate Sacrafice

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


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He whispered my name


I almost gave up,
Then He whispered my name
I almost went off the trail,
Then He whispered my name

I felt unwanted,
I felt unloved,
I felt like I couldn’t go on, 
But then He whispered my name,

He told me “it’s not my time”
He lifted me up,
To face a new day
He took me down to the valley

To show me my strength 
Then I heard his voice
“I knew you could do it”, 
A whispered refrain…

You just got to believe
Just a little faith that is all it takes,
Now even when I’m down in the valley, 

I have reason to smile, because 
Even down in the valley, 
My strength is renewed, 
Shaped into the form, 
He knew I could be, 
He continues to whisper my name…


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QUEEN OF THE DESERT

All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower Egypt.
Hollowed halls echo thy name,
 Nefertiti.
Cast red sails towards infinity's,
 Swift currents.
 Nile waters part steadily 
Anubis guardian of the dead,
 Receive thus living deity.
Let sacred alters burn bright, 
Light sacrifices ashen embers, 
In thine honers reverence.
Beneath desertions desert ruins,
 Lies etched upon mortar's stone.
A royal tomb bearing her,
 Majesties,
 Unspoken name, Nefertiti.
 Golden saddles press against,
 Mortals realm,
Behold a phantom goddess,
 Brushed ageless,
By times untarnished memory,
The pasted reveals truths,
 Magnificence.
Through redemption's flame,
Two scepters crisis cross,
 Within beauty's touch.
An ancient throne has,
 Been reclaimed. 
Raise great sphinx, from
 Your sacred resting place,
Shake free fetters sandy mane,
 Breath once again,
 His might’s roar harold’s,
 Her return.
Soft winds blow against,
 Freedoms breeze,
Exposing a glittering figure,
 Standing tall,
Beside the great monolith.
All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower
 Egypt.
Hollowed halls echo thy name.
 Nefertiti.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


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Cannot Abide


wind always knows 
it limitation
as it writes its swirling
scripts upon threadbare roof.
lamentations for the
fields of empty prairies
as the dry leaves rustle
in strings of grass… 

i do not know
my boundaries
the geographical shapes
of my darkness
for life
has been left empty
with only a puppy
of narrowness
to feed
scraps of plain verse too
how the tail wagged for years
as empty …

i light candles 
like images on the window
of my smile
for the sputter of light
is much more reassuring 
than the breathless darkness.

i recite my own alphabets
that i have
hidden in the mysteries of my throat
and marvel as the moonlight passes
through the simple words
the trellises of upper 
and lower case

shades i have formed
with my craftless hands
and letters
speak upon the glass
of outside 
like frost
for i have found my true words
and they fit my squalor
with a strength of calmness
for darkness cannot 
abide in smallness 
so it leaves me
as the darkest raven
ever imagined…


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THE STONE GARDEN-2

Do the immortals cry, what happens to divinities
Tears, crystal shards of frozen miracles, cascading
From the heavens above, swallowed whole by 
Mother earth.
In the abyss of darkness, within caverns dark and deep,
Lies a hidden chamber, of wondrous creations.
Glittering stone shingles, that hang from cave ceilings,
Crystal chandeliers of opulence's brilliance, shining on high.
Diamond cylinders, made from the weeping heart, of a divine
Spirit himself, a stone garden of sorrows tears.
Exposed to reflected light's illumination, oh so do they
Shimmer and sparkle, rainbow prisms of color, frozen
Molecules held prisoner in status freeze.
Nay water is life itself, a living element of nature,
Creations clarity, a universe within a universe.
Oh in such magnificent beauty, lies this sacred
Vision, of this the almighty’s most secret garden.
Seeping mists of moisture rise, enveloping the
Flickering rays of lamp light, adding an eerie
Obedience to this textured display, in this
Almost blackened realm, hidden beneath the
Earth in fathoms deepest depth, the artistic hand
Of God can be truly felt.
Ricocheting light randomly strikes against variations points of
Color, setting aglow from the blue hews, to purples
Fuchsia, a palettes splashed array, bursting forth
This underground aurora borealis.
In granite's cathedral of stone, split by the elemental,
Giving birth to fusion, exposing natures raw force of power.
A blending between spiritualism, and science takes place,
To create this grandest of masterpieces, that I call the stone garden.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 










































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Ravaging Days

Ravaging days
when clouds pale
the sun's rays
hindering its purpose
of existence, the cost.

Confusion rises
over what is true
what should we pursue
in these darkened days
that have made 
our face pale
when all we think in fact
is saving ourselves
having stopped to care
choosing instead
our own comfort.

Then we retort
pretending
there's no heaven
or hell, there's no God
and if there is
doesn't seem He cares...

But we haven't really looked
we haven't a clue
because we didn't knock
we choose to mock
we haven't really searched
perhaps unwilling
to face the answers 
because we know within
we would have to make
some serious change.

And the sun has weakened
over the earth crying tears
and the moon has turned to blood
with the presence of dark clouds
the only way to peace
the moon's connection with the sea
feared by so many
but in truth
the womb
of true life
and as the tides rise
and the waters advance
the earth begins to pray
turns to the heavens
choosing to believe 
giving the sun a new gleam
purest gold
enriching all souls
and the water recedes
and above, a feast
has begun.

By Caroline Cécile© 08.30.12


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WHAT DO THE STARS TELL A LOVER'S HEART?

Profound silence
felt and revered,
stirring an awesome emotion,
which stillness repeals
whenever brightness shines;
and the primroses' scent spreads the delight
of the mild season.


What do the stars 
tell a lover's heart...palpitating
in tranquility, amid shadows
that advance with the pretty fireflies?
Dream, and reprieve from the loss...
hoping that love doesn't lay at rest,
but chooses to celebrate
'till after the evening, and tell romantic tales.


The invisible crickets chirp, 
somewhat awkward to the ears,
I'd rather hear the coos of the owls,
which are richer and more harmonious in sound,
but where are they in this darkness, unless
they are mating in the willows of the lake?


Our blanket is spread on the wide Sheep Meadow,
with a superb view of those Manhattan's skycrapers,
towering over us as sentinels in castle's towers.
Juliet wanted to taste this freedom,
embracing and kissing her handsome Romeo,
not fearing anyone intruding in her paradise,
unwilling to leave anytime soon;
and unruffled, she would continue to love him.  


What do the stars tell a lover's heart?
Accept the lovely rose that he offers you, and adore it,
because it has no thorns, to make you bleed in despair;
Sing with him a beautiful sonnet that Shakespeare wrote
for his lover who crossed the Atlantic ocean,
when ships took months to reach America's shore.


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Light It Up

It’s funny how light
From a source
Can reach across many miles,
Through time even.
That, too, can be said
For bonds or friendship.
Age has no bearing
Sex has no bearing
Distance has no bearing
Just the honesty,
The respect and love
Has bearing on how far
A friendship can go.
Let friendship be light
Never to be extinguished
By thought, but be perpetuated
By natural resonance.


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PEARL

The Polynesian pearl of the Northern Pacific, 
A glittering paradise gleaming in brilliance,
Set float amongst the oceans clear waters.
A beautiful jewel reflecting in the different
 Shades of  aquatic blues.
The winds of peace blew in this tropical
Nirvana, until the ruler of the far east, 
Thrust down his mighty fist of power,
Against the foreign invaders.
From the land of the rising sun, did
The red dragon awakens, blazing with a
 Fires smoke, scaring a nations flag,
For generations to come.
It's scared wings as silent as a
Tiger, stalking in a thickets tall grass,
Of disbelief, it pounced without warning.
The American flag did spread out in
 Protection, over top a sleeping harbor,
Lulled into a dreaming state of world peace.
As the eagle did lie at rest, the sons
Of the red dragon struck, at it's farthest
Point edge of it's nest.
Setting it's kindling to burn and sink,
Beneath the waters, of histories swift
Currents.
The bird of freedoms liberation, now
Alert defends it's territory's, by talons
Claws, and sharpened beaks bite.
Driving the dragons brewed backwards,
And reclaiming it's rightful perch, on
The stage of destiny.
But the pearl lies tarnished and broken,
Cracked forever this once Eden, never to
To be a child of innocence again.
Only a white momentum stands to mark
It's loss, she weeps the Polynesian princess,
For what has been done can never be undone.
A pearl necklaces of peace, torn apart by two
Titan's nations hatred, now it is nothing but
A broken strand and she is a prisoner,
Caught In the choke hold, of power between
The two of them.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN











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The Center's Footsteps

Thoust message rings,
But it is a wretched beauty.
Sew up thine tongue;
It forks in many directions,
Ensnaring, passing through the centers,
Weaving a thread gleaming, deceivingly white,
Yet drenched in the black goo,
The sticky gobs of our source, our blood.
Cast aside thine needle,
Let time make it blunt.
Wallow in thine sorrow,
But only for a moment.
Up, up with you!
The sticky gobs cannot protect thee.
See me, Hear me.
For I see thee...
Thou hast split thine tongue
To hide, to forget.
Thine forked words, black to all, clear to me.
Go on, go ahead,
Walk through its enveloping black.
And when you cannot run,
Crawl.
And when you can’t do that anymore, 
Find someone to carry you.
Thou art strong!
Let thine center give you new feet!
Yet,
If even thine center falls weary,
I shalt be thine legs.
I shalt carry you, my friend.


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Between 2 Cars

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

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

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

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

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


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Fancy Hair

I turned on the water sprinkler under the Weeping Willow
A fine stream it did spray
The tree was lacking the nourishment that it gets from water
For it has not rained much in many days

As I was working in my kitchen and viewing the scene
Along came a male Red Cardinal
On a rose bush he did preen
Just close enough to the water to receive a fine spray

When he was water coated, he flew away
Up into the Weeping Willow and puffed his feathers out
Shook his tiny body as a dog after taking a bath
Then he sat in the Weeping Willow and rested for a spell

Before he had time to dry,  a Black Bird
Landed on a Weeping Willow limb
Just close enough to the spray to get his shower today
Very intelligent these  birds of the yard

Knowing how to refresh and clean their feathers 
Sometimes I wonder if they are not more intelligent
Than some of the humans that have big brains 
And fancy hair....

(I'll call it free verse for no other reason than I don't know where else it would fit.)


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Reaching for Peaks

The ponderous fog lifted early,
now the widening bounteous blue
makes its presence known,
my feet stay on the ground,
but my eyes climb an upward
journey passing slowly in review
and as big as passion itself.

I'm gently carried to another height,
a caressing contentment and quiet period
where the depths of inspiration
seem limitless among the sculptural
mountains that slope near, then
irregularly lift and fall, and beyond 
every heightening, a new heightening waits.

Resting on the mountaintops, one huge
cloud with scalloped edges of mighty
morning shine, and lingering high above
are the smoldering sunbeams, therefore,
ranks of gold in scattered grandeur
are put on view wherever it falls.

A wandering river coursing unhindered,
alongside, verdant fern that's spread out
like green lace, but also sated
pines in their stateliness of movement.
Reaching for mountain peaks so that
serenity stretches out its sensors
to relieve any inner restlessness or 
turbulence while steadying my hurried pace.


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Wasted Life

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


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For What's Worth Breathing


Look at me
I am the life in a wasteland

Look at me
I am the slavery through the ages

Look at me
I am the mirror of the world

Look at me
I am the illusion I’ve fought for

Look at me
I’m still loving you

and I keep being here

for you, for me,
and for what’s worth breathing


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Bitten Lips Don't Stand Alone

Common among us may not be everything
With some love, some hate, some passion, some disdain.
But when our hearts ignite inside
To a happy memory, a simple smile, 
Or when we gently tap our feet to the beats of a rhythm-
We feel that one united fire.

So I’ll never back down,
There’s always a dollar, a smile, a love that I can share
With the broken hearted, 
Whose smiles are frowns for in fear they’ve been matted.
And bitten lips stand, alone 
Grappling with the railings of hope,
In the midst of a crowd, in the midst of the storm
They’re the legend, what we define beyond the norm.

We all are, within ourselves, without our strengths
Flaws and all, we fall, stumble to the ground.
Hold your breath for a second, breathe,
We won’t fail this time around
Even if that spark won’t ignite,
Keep on bashing hope and love together, 
Passion will erupt at the center.

To be with, to know, not to live our dreams
But to make someone else’s happen, 
We are what we chose to be.
Hope, we can hope in what our creator’s started
Still we stand, one, not many, a few
Grasping to a dream we all share, knowing one day it’ll come true.


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Embrace pt. 1

When you look into my eyes, you would probably
see another soul wandering aimlessly.
to a sea of nothingness, but I am with you,
I feel like my soul is clinging to your love,
and heart warming embrace.

When I look into your eyes, I see a free spirit,
looking for a companion. And you have one,
though I am not the most embracing soul,
but I guess you don't care.

My heart beats for you, my arms embrace you,
my eyes yearn to see your beautiful face.
If you were gone my soul would abandon me,
and plunge into the sea of depression,and
sadness, so I need your embrace.

So here we are, two souls clinging, to each other,
and not letting go. Because I need you, and you
need me. There will be challenges ahead, but
we are ready for them, for we cling to that


               Loving Embrace!

By Joshua Pickett  @ 2010


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Years

Years…
Sometimes friend
Often foe
How the years seem to flow
More quickly with each passing one
And less, it seems that we get done
With what years we’ve now left

Let this not, though,
Be our shame
Let us use each year the same
As we would use our waning breath
Until at last our earthly death
Does come, one final
Year





by Donna Golden 

May 23, 2005 (A few months before my twenty year high school reunion!)


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Mountain Poem

I love sky I love trees
and sometimes I can feel the breeze.
I feel like I can fly
With the wind pushing my hair back so lightly the trees are waving
My hair is swaying so is yours as we glide together
as we watch the sunset go bye
and once again I can feel the breeze
the mountains are high
so so high
they are so high
see them see them
yes
to protect me as I walk across the lake
I love the lake
it is so big big big big
I love big
do you like big?
I like the mountains
do you?
they are so straight like a statue do you think?
the mountains are high in the sky
I love to just watch the sunset go bye
so quiet and slow like the clouds I soar through the sky
I love soaring through the sky


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Forever and Always

Every night
as I sit 
ever so alone
praying 
who would love me
for me........

As tears cometh 
within my eyes
such emptiness
beyond feelings 
heart within
wonders of True Love
again and again

as I look up...
to my suprize...
tis a Man comes
beholding Love 
within his eyes...

giving unto me
a crimson rose
as he reaches 
for my hand
helping me to stand

Tis than he brings me
close unto him
as he whispers
sweet words
of "I Love you"
Always & Forever

for than I wake up
and find... 
another dream
of Perfect kind

But than again
God only knows
With His Will and Plans
Before even Time Begin
beholding "Pure True Love"
God words shown
of "I Love You"
Forever & Always 

 




 
by the hand

hold me tight
As tears cometh


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Spill It

Spill it all out
Where is the light to guide these words?
Everything feels gone 
Empty again 
So spilling it out is impossible?
Yet words still flow through it all
Thoughts still run rampant
Broken pipework spraying all over the place
Rust collecting on the spurting silver
Losing very inch of pride
Unable to control these lines
Pinch it all out
Squeeze it like the last bits of toothpaste in a tube
Roll it up and twist the remains
Pressure is building
Tension is steadily, stiffly waiting
To be released
Let it all go!
There is no point anymore
Stop building on disaster!
Let the words flow
Spill the damn mess out
And don't clean up
Let me pick up the pieces
Hand me the mop
Because when it is finally all out
The emptiness will leave 
You'll know exactly what to express
It will all be clear


4-20-13


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ASHANTI-MEANS LIFE

SOMETHING HAPPENED TO ME WHEN I WAS JUST A GIRL
IT INVOLVED A BAD MAN, & IT RESHAPED MY WHOLE WORLD
A NEW SET OF DEMONS WERE INTRODUCED INTO MY LIFE
PAIN,  & SHAME, DESPAIR, ANGER, & STRIFE
THERE WAS GREAT CHAOS IN MY LITTLE SOUL
AND IT GREW, AND IT STAYED, AND INCREASED EVERMORE
THERE WERE NO PSYCHOLOGISTS, OR THERAPISTS FOR THE RAPED WHO WERE POOR

AND THE DREAMS!
OH, THOSE DREAMS
SO GRAPHIC, SO REAL
I BEGAN GOING WITHOUT SLEEP
I BEGAN  NOT WANTING TO FEEL
I COPED WITH THE INNER-TURMOIL IN A NEGATIVE WAY
I GRASPED ON THOSE DEMONS WHO WERE WITH ME
BECAUSE PAIN BEGETS MORE PAIN

AND SO, THIS WAS MY REALITY & THE JUST OF MY LIFE
HURTING BUT SMILING, DEAD BUT ALIVE
THEN, YET MORE CHAOS....WHEN I BECAME MOMMY & WIFE

THOSE DEMONS, MY COMPANIONS, THEY INVITED SOME FRIENDS
THEY HAD TO, THERE WAS MORE OF ME TO SHARE, IN THE FORM OF CHILDREN

BUT GOD......

SAID, “ OK, THAT’S ENOUGH!”
THEN HE BREATHED IN AND HE BLEW......
“HI, I’M JESUS, GOD’S SON,” SAID A VOICE, “AND I DIED JUST FOR YOU.”
“ALL THAT STUFF THAT YOU’RE HOLDING, GIVE IT TO ME.”
THEN HE HACKED AND HE CHASED AND SPOKE AND HE PRUNED
AND WHEN I THOUGHT MY FOOT WAS SLIPPING 
HE SAID, “ MY GOOD WORK IS NOT THRU!  FOR MY LOVE IS ETERNAL.”
“AND WHEN YOU HURT SO DO I.  NOW IT IS MY TURN TO RESHAPE YOUR LIFE.” 

YET ANOTHER VOICE APPEARED, AND IN A WHISPERED HE SAID
“ I AM GOD.  I’M YOUR FATHER, AND I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!”
“ I’M GONNA TURN THAT PAIN INTO PRAISE!”  THEN HE GAVE ME A TOUCH!

“THIS IS HOLY SPIRIT, AND HE IS ALSO ME.”
AND SINCE THEN, MY NAME’S BEEN CHANGED TO ‘BEAUTIFUL PEACE’.
OH, LIFE ISN’T PERFECT, AND I AM STILL QUITE FLAWED
BUT, I AM NOW ALIVE, AND I’M LIVIN’ WITH GOD

AND MY FAMILY IS  BLESSED
NOT DEMON-POSSESSED
MY WAYS ARE THE LORD’S 
AND I’M FREE FOREVER MORE


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My Voice

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

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

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

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


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I SURRENDER

For Thee…Oo my Love
I hand over all of love and life of mine
In the name of life
whose sharp claws have a grip on the heart of death
In the name of love
whose flapping wings cool down the flare-up of hate
I surrender
Because
Thou are all in all to my love and life.


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A Little Faith

When hearts are heavy, and teardrops start
When days have found the sunlight dim
And night can find no good excuse
For the thunder, or the storms, or the weary and grim...

When I cannot put my mind to bed...
I think of tomorrow, and all of the good things, instead... 
 

New grass will wave in a new wind....tomorrow....
White buds will blur our orchard lanes again.
Clouds will rise for a brief flying....tomorrow...
And earth will feel the tiny feet of rain.

Streams will wash their pebbles white...tomorrow
Each shaken fern will yield a twinkling shower,
Meadowlarks will spend their songs....tomorrow...
And sun-drenched clearings will be glad with flower.

The wide lift of blue sky...tomorrow....
Will glimmer from beyond each leafing bough.
I will walk out into the woods...tomorrow....
                                                              tomorrow....

Thank you, Lord....I will be able to sleep now.....


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MURKY WATERS

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


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


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Give Me

Three words to do magic, touch the stars
Three words to undo a lifetime of hate
And anger, these all will be quenched

Thirsty yet, for those three words?
The triple threat, those beautiful ones are
Said with none of the regret
Do it all over, not a chance you bet
Then trust me to stop and say
Just the three

Most precious and sought after words,
Just those unbelievably powerful visceral like 
Vocabulary vocal treasures, vanquishing evil
With heavenly grace, say them with me now
I love you
And did I mention... God does too.


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You're The Weak One

YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE


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

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

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

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

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

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

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

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

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

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

	Al Johnson
 


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Following Their Lead

They said I'll never make it
I guess they were right
I never fulfilled their dreams


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My Grandmother's Grand

worn glossy finish corners and edges scathed and torn layers of dust collected from the years keys played down and worn faint scent of old cigars accented with a hint of alcohol a beautiful melody slightly off tune vocal chords of an angel melodies unmatched even through the ages


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Come Give Yourself to Jesus--And Live

Through each moment 
In this life
You can be Blessed
With Love Truth & Desires
Of Pure Happiness

Only if you look
Seek & Find
God's Beautiful Kingdom
True & Divine

Then each moment
You shall be Blessed
With desires of your heart
Everlasting Happiness
With-In Time
All Pertaining to God's Will

Through Life and more
When you give yourself
To Our Savior.. Our Lord..
Heart.. Mind.. Body and Soul

Moment in Time
You shall Find
Unconditional Love 
Ever so Divine

Jesus is Waiting 
Just for You..
Come give yourself to Jesus
and Live...


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Skipping Stone

I was just thinking of my memories
The good, bad the happy and sad
The ones I wish I could forget
But never will
The ones I wish I could remember
But never can
The people I have loved and lost
My memories are full of people who shared my dreams
But found themselves lost in my nightmare
Though the nightmare was no less
Than a dream in itself  
As a stone skips across the water
Sometimes the emptiness overwhelms me
As the memories are close enough for me to taste.
Yet forever out of reach
Lost in the darkness created by my addictions
For my memories were too much to bear
And I just had to forget
The guilt of my own shame
And I was so confused that I thought the needle
Was taking away my pain
When it was the very thing that created it
As a stone skips across the water 
I ask of you dear Lord 
What am I to be?
He replied, “Mike you are the stone skipping out to me”
I don’t know exactly what that means
But I reckon someday I will
Until then all I can say
The Lord and I are skipping still
For everyday is a memory and tomorrow is a dream
And I am just a simple stone skipping down the stream


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This is My Time to let the Sun Shine Down on Me!

This is my life.

         This is my Journey.

This is my time.

         This is my home.

This is my family.

         

        This, This is my time 
 
to live my life, love 

        with all my heart,

dream with all my 

         soul. 



This is my time to 

let the Sun Shine down on me!


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Dawn of Empowerment

The fresh morning air,
crisp, wet, fragrant, alive
delivers a shock to the sleeping mind
waking the senses
coming out of a drowsy yawn
the new day dawns with vibrant colors
echoing the motivation for change in my soul
bright reds and golds warm the chilled,
dew covered earth
with the promise of tenderness and love
the rising sun itself strengthens the
resolve made in the darkness of night
to grasp onto life
to live it!
To Love it!
Not to let anymore of it pass by
with pessimistic lethargy
a brand new day has begun
breathe in the vigor,
feel the promise,
live the power!


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My Illusive Butterfly

Where are you today
My Illusive Butterfly

Fluttering around 
Among beautiful flowers
Amid fluffy billowy clouds

Or perched on a 
Dainty stem of primrose
Or a nearby limb
Of a mighty Oak

Looking out at the world 
Through the multi eyes of
My Illusive Butterfly


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Whispers in Church

Magnificent cathedral
Saints and sinners gather in
Word of God delivered 
To triumph over sin
Within the walls 
Between the pews
You hear the faintest cry
Whispers in the church house
In the sweet by and by

Quiet prayers 
Sent up to God
Repentance for the sin
Committed in the quiet night
Where no man wants to live
In hopes that God
Will grant a pardon
For acts of immortal sin
The best of intentions
Laid out in prayer
Amazing grace to win

Secretly hoping
God’s grace and mercy
Finds favor on your soul
Sending up promises
Acts of contrition
Heart’s willing to mourn
Is he still listening? 
Do you still wonder? 
Has he turned a deaf ear?
No answer is given 
While here on this earth
You’ll find out in the beginning


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Humble tree

The humble tree standing strong, 
its hands rooted deeply and wild beneath the earth, 
Defeating the powerful full winds,
Standing strong and tall, 

Holding its chin to the sky.
Never looking down for a moment. 
Wrestling with the changing emotions of the seasons.
Holding the same long lasting position, 

though its leaves may be withered. 
It is refuge to the singing birds of the mourning 
and its persevering stand still seen in the shadows of the night. 
Tree of old ages share your bark of strong hold with me.


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Dealing the cards

Come on artists
lets play a game
its all different to me and i want you to see how i am different
and let me shine as you sign up another way 
as i prove to you my leadership of this new age wave

cards cards
give them new meanings
like you never knew you could 
and lets make the psychics pine through our words to figure out
what they are reading and believing

I wanna see your hearts and spades
dressed in tall grass or lemonaide
i wanna see your cups and wands
inbetween whispering winds and songs lead me there
i know you can come on 
come on 
come on be strong 
like a suit of clubs or diamonds
show me something
and then sprinkle your writings
and we'll make collectors out of all those we invite here
as they read and ponder the meanings of our literature

whats in your hand?
a royal flush a pair?
and as we deal the cards they stumble upon at this endless game 
of cribbage or poker
or tarock
or war who is winning and getting points?
what card means what to who and why

tell me artist as you write with your style on low and high
what makes what suit smile and fade shine and slide?
inside outside sphere of influence
be their collective the object of the psychics to crave?

blind leading the blind
and something they are after for days and days

a few cards your favorite cards play smart or dumb
shuffle the cards pick a game deal a hand
reveal what your playing and one day i'll tell you what we're playing what your 
cards mean
if nothing
to someone one day when the stumble your way
the mystery of nothing speaks something
and we rebuild the puzzle of cartomancy better and better this way

just inspire
once you know you can't
blind leadin gthe blind
so after you read this you can't
play along your uninvited
strike it off your list of things to do
round one is over now go find all who wrote
all who write all who have wriitten the masterpieces
of cards and see what they mean today and collect them for that is something no 
one else can do
until round two....


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Sandals Removed

Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. And only he who sees
takes off his shoes, the rest sit round and pluck blackberries.

-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The more time I share with you
I find me like a wave crashing a distant shore.
Insatiable thirst to drink from your
living pools of water.
Bathed in your furnace fires
in this latter time.

Let me not be the one to pluck
blackberries from the bushes,
But a small flame joined in
your blazing fires.
I am in awe to stunned
to move from your presence.
So close, I can feel a wind called
Jehovah wrapped around me.

I remove my sandals on this
earthly ground.
Knowing I am standing in your presence,
the true essence of Holy Ground.
I have seen and witnessed your
Majestic Power, Love, and Salvation. 

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The Letter's Reply

My darling, my heart respond again
In words I search for balms of pain
I cannot tell about love, 
When it will come, or why it stays
Through years of sorrow and hope's decay
For I know not, 
Except that I am born to love
My eyes sees your nest, my soul becomes a dove.
Nor do I possess, the reason for it
But why you, why of all earth's cradle
In you I long for rest, here I also am a riddle
I only know, I am a man under spell
My tongue forever pines for your breast
My heart longs to bring you happiness.
I have loved you since, I first saw you
A seraph voice, a rapture of light
You were a picture upon my sight
Memories keep me leashed
To hunger of days, desire consumes me
O goddess-like you are in beauty
My heart I cannot deny
How your heart ever clings to me
How your soul for my tired wings becomes my tree
You are bright and beautiful
A diamond shining in the heart of stars
A pearl that's made where the oyster scars 
The most beautiful to grace my eyes
For you were the first moon that came
Behind my curtains and ignited my sacred flame
Your worth is more to me than rubies
I bow where others trample with their feet
And mount you on the pedestal a work complete
You are ever made new by the power of love
No dust nor grime can stain you, no rust defile
My sweet hibiscus, my fragrant jasmine oil
I love you, I love you, I love you
Till eternity meet eternity
Till dust shall put on immortality
I love you, Jew
My darling love, my pasion's bride, my joy
My dream's delight, and heaven sweet envoy.
I love you, Jew.


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Each Day a Gift

Perceive each day as a gift!
A gift freely given “no strings attached”
With the added bonus of free will for spice
On this beautiful serving tray of life
Two choices regally displayed- The Light and The darkness
I bow, I choose the gift more profound
The gift of light, free and clear
From the God of order and mercy, 
Daily admonishing "Take only what you need in life, 
All excess be kind and share"
I taste it, I accept it, and I kneel in humble worship of Him 
His promise-eternal life in God’s presence
Everlasting peace! 


To choose the darkness where tyranny reigns
Temporal riches galore amassing 
Pure foolery, as these gifts- none are ever free  
All illusions, just as magic, will vanish - poof!!
From the god of chaos and lies, beguiling
"Take! Live, the world is yours! You deserve all  the best!"
All this for your immortal soul
But comes a day when the bill comes due! 
No grace period,  no mercy, and to be paid on demandl! 
I decline! I reject! this god of chaos with
His promise - eternal separation from God 
Everlasting anguish, suffering and pain!


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Lay Him Aside

Lay his name in the dark
and let your mouth speak of others
so that you might live once again
and hearing of him no longer bothers

Lay his blind eyes to rest
and let your smiling beauty be seen
so all of us in the rest of the world
might have a chance to dream

Lay his cold hands away
and let your soul be whole again
so in the night when you’re alone
you’ll be safe from his forceful sin

Lay his angry words aside
and let your troubled mind be still
so that when you again hear his voice
you will hold with iron will

Lay his forgotten love to sleep
and let yours breath once more
so that you know deep in your heart 
he can never again take away, what's yours


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The Crippled Pigeon

The crippled pigeon
Who had the gift of love
Adopted three orphaned
Bunnies; sheltering
Them under her tiny wings
Love was in the air 
With this tiny little dove


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First Love

We treat it like a marble 

in our pocket for a while 

we win it 

we lose it 

but no matter where it goes 

it always holds 

the warmth of our hands


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Chemistry

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

Then 
    when first they met 

Now 
    when they are apart 

Each carrying within 
   the beat 
     of the other's heart


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A Childs Prayer - God We Need To Talk

Tonight as my baby girl started to pray
She said God it's 8 O'Clock, 
And God We need to talk.
She said daddy help me pray, 
And daddy bow your head,
As we knelt beside her bed. 
she said God can you hear me?
Mommy always said you'd hear me,
If I would learn to pray, 
And that you would show me the way.

Well God I don't understand. 
Why you took my mommy away.
Daddy always says i'll understand, 
When I grow up some day.
She said God, you need your son. 
Well I need my mommy to,
And I know that my daddy, 
Would be happier with mommy. 
Cause daddy talks to her, 
And mommy's not even there.

God can you please,
Give my mommy wings, 
So she can come to see us.
She always kept our house clean, 
And God I know, 
She keeps your house clean to.
And God I miss mommy's big hugs, 
Daddy says your son gives hugs to.
So I know if my mommy had wings, 
She could hug me and daddy.

Well God I want to thank you,
For being there to listen, 
And God think about what I said.
And tell mommy that I love her, 
And God I love you to.
Oh just one more thing God, 
Help my daddy stop crying.
Thank you God, Amen, 
Then she turned to me and said,
Goodnight daddy, I love you.

I was still on my knees, 
Beside my little girls bed, 
With tears running from my eyes.
I gave my baby a goodnight kiss, 
And said sweet dreams baby girl.
Then I went to my room, 
And kissed my wife's picture, 
And with tears in my eyes,
I knelt down to pray, 
I said God, We need to talk.


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Contrary Kisses

Snow fell in dollops, in kite like laziness
too wet to stay white except in the margins.
The contrary air kisses each flake
melting each heart of ice.
Bittersweet the temperature falls.
Teardrops cling to greedy braches
reminiscent of hand stitched jewels
on a queen's gown.
The matted margin of lingering grass
crisps like spun sugar
snow flakes on the lash of night. 


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Georgia Muse

I went to Georgia without my bonjo in my hand I knew it would be great after I landed and took a stand I told them my name and they asked, "What's your fame?" I reached for my muse and turned it loose like a goose They straightened their ties and said “O’ me, O’ my!” “We made a mistake about this poetic rhyming guy!” Someone handed me a bonjo and they all joined the tango My muse had its way and we had a wonderful stay As we departed for home they started to sing, “Hurry back poet, may your muse give you wings!”


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Steps to sobriety

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


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Ripple in the Water

Recently in one of my poems
I wrote
“If you never lose it means nothing to win”
Today 
I add the line
“When you’ve always lost it means everything to win”
I have worked hard to change the person I am
Because
The Lord called on me one night in Prison
And for the first time in my life
MY LIFE
Suddenly mattered to me
MY CHILDREN
Suddenly mattered to me
MY WIFE
Suddenly mattered to me
And my status as a “Homeboy” suddenly meant NOTHING AT ALL
I was locked so deep in a cell that all I could do was write
Knowing that I was so much a loser
That even those who loved me the most
Would never write back
For to them it was just another empty lie
I mailed out a stack of letters every day for over a year
Before I finally got one back
I won’t go into what that letter said
For it is the one thing between my wife and I
That I’m compelled to keep private
When your life is spent as a loser
You completely lose all concept of the word win
Until you actually win something
And all at once all the years of torment and pain
STOP
Being a burden and suddenly become a blessing
As your final tear of regret becomes a ripple in the water
You realize
With the love of the Lord, Family, Friends and Self
You have been reborn
A WINNER

Yesterday I won a Poetry contest on the site and for the first time in my life I felt like
a winner. Don’t be like me and need to win something to realize you are a winner. Know in
your heart that the moment you stop being a loser you are a winner because that is the
greatest victory of all.







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Trails of Melody

That sad haunt of strings and piano Sets the mood to that blue kind of high And suddenly I am strung in the sky With the clouds running through me Chilling in me the crushing lullabies I realize how significant they can mean Why expect anything in return? It is what you mean to me that burns It is what you mean to me that sails me high I wish in that moment…when the trails of melody ring You would just listen to the song And know what I mean I wish you well May your week sail


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Beautifully Broken

I have been broken down,
beaten,
I wallowed in the way I lived.
I made my brokenness my voice
so I could be heard.
I had fallen,
and died,
over and over again.
I focused on the scars,
the cracks left in my skin.
I fell asleep at night,
knowing I was broken.
I wondered if any of the wounds
could be mended again.
I became molded
by the pain 
that my life lived.
I learned of love 
because of the welts 
deep under my skin.
I still kept wondering
if I would ever be mended again. 
I woke up crying,
knowing,
that I was too broke to fix.
The scars, bruises, welts
were just too permanent.
Then I heard a voice in my mind,
and was reminded 
sternly in my head,
That I was beautifully broken,
each scar a blossom to bloom.
And soon the scars began to change,
I found they faded into my skin.
The bruises slowly disappeared too.
My broken soul becoming mended
by the dark reminders that felt so new.
Beautifully broken,
wonderfully mended.
Words now describing me.
Showing that there is much more
to this life than you see. 


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whispered wishes

Come out, I whisper, come out peek softly from your veil of clouds, grace the velveteen sky with your glow Speak to me your tales of woe, of lovesick souls in search of hearts, lost in the labyrinth of desire... then show me there is Hope ...Enchanted midnight moon
*** this has an accompanying poem, "Moon whispers back"-- you can check it out at http://poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=199758 thanks :)


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Memorial Day 2004

I close my eyes,
and yet I see a flag draped casket,
And as if there, I hear the synchronic
report of rifles,
and the echo of taps that rides the
morning zephyrs.
Perhaps no image portrays the cost of
my freedom,
such as these mental souvenirs gathered
from each war.
They have allowed me, in thought,
to separate fallen heroes from body bags,
while forcing me to review
Another debt,
which also, I can never repay.









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Beinn Nibheis - Scene 2

Gravity enters my thoughts, what ever goes up has to come down. As i start my descent from
the summit of this giant of the Grampians. My journey down is so different to the ascent.
Clouds build for the evening mass. The breeze has magically transformed into a cutting
wind, as the tallest of ferns whistle a goodbye.

The melting snows still show their march, small waterfalls run into fast flowing burns.
Lambs now hug close to their mothers, its as if they know nightfall is upon them. The
quietness of the glens are a memory now as modern mans noise appears from the distance.
The local mountaineer team are on the ascent on a training exercise. These unpaid
volunteers put their own safety in danger to save others who are in danger. The orangy
glow of street lights confirm my descent is complete. I head back home, tired, weary from
my day on the highest mountain in my homeland. But so alive in the joys and sights that it
allowed me to share on this day. 




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php


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Twilight

Come and hear the song,
The song of the angels,
As the heavens open.
The split of the sky;
The cascading colors.
As the gates close,
Darkness falls over.
The darkness twinkles,
Twinkles with beautiful lights,
Now come hear the song,
The song of the night.
It sings out in a Capella voice.
Sway to the rhythm,
As you succumb to darkness.
The song plays on and on,
Until the morning fires blaze.


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just listening

I'm only happy when I'm sad, she said.
When people say their glad,
I get mad because,
they used the word glad, she said, we laughed.
The sings she said, I guess, 
wouldn't seem important.
If you asked if she knew Shakespeare, she'd say,
when I was born he was already dead.
She liked autobiographies because, she said,
they were books about history,
written by people who were there.
She loved the new testament,
because of what a mess it is, she said,
how great it was that Jesus gave,
gave such a big storytelling gig,
to his four buddies who couldn't write a lick.
That Jesus must have been a piss,
to hang out with, she said.

Important or not,
I didn't want to miss a word,
whatever she said,
I never waited to talk, with her,
I was happy to be,
just listening.


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Frozen Falls

Onward, tumbling,
graceful and discarding
the mirage of life.
Propagating pinnacles
and particles freed by the
warmth of oceanic wind.
Fixed, frigid, by crisp 
artic breath.
The infinite ascension,
the transformation
torrents of blue porcelain fall.
A glued tongue to the childlike
icicle of Winter.


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i smile now

i think of the
miles
and
streets
i crossed
to bump into you
and
i smile now
because i realize
that until you lifted your head 
to see where you were going
you could never
see me coming


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The Touch (Relative Compound)


Love that’s so warm and touching
Essence of her touch
Filled my heart from being touched


© Joseph 9/25/07
© All Rights Reserved


Relative compound: 3 lines of one word, with relative example(s)
The subject word must be at the end of each line
Syllable count is 7-5-7
Created by Alvin Othto Stewart



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Close To Perfection

When I am around you I can feel the truth
You begin to speak and I can only focus on you
No pain no sorrow and no regrets, Just you
Your eyes are like the peaceful forest of nature
Your smile is the smile of an angel sent down to earth
Your voice is like the wind in a dream, so peaceful
And your kiss is the most beautiful thing that I have found
I cannot reach out to you anymore
You will never again let me see you in peace
It hurts to walk a step closer, as I see myself farther away
Do you ever notice me looking your way
You are the only one that I see...


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I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAIN

Today if it rains,
and the skies get dark
I won't allow my spirit 
succumb to it , instead I
will grab my favorite 
sweater go out and walk in it.

Rejoicing with every single 
droplet of rain that falls 
bringing me closer to the light; 
I know, I've found traces of it
In my beloved eyes.
For That treasure more precious than
Gold that many seek and may
Never find is already mine .


 



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Lifeway

I knew, I knew something like this would never come my way.

But He did come my way... and he is my lifeway today.

I'm not sorry that the beat that grew inside of me came about the world this way,

and I'm not sorry that the "burden" as they say will be with me the rest of my way,

and I'm not sorry that he came to be in my walkway,

I, yes I am sorry I acted in such a way, I went down the wrong pathway.

But God already new what that highway would bring my way.
 
Thats why I'm not sorry, because the little baby boy I hold today is my lifeway.


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The prettiest rose unfurls

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Its fragrant silken form
I hold in my mind
A memory or thought
Of each tender moment
I have graciously shared with you

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Releasing its natural beauty
To an awe-inspired world
I hold in my heart
A love that grows evermore deeply
Despite thinking I’ve given my all

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Till it blooms in radiant glory
I give you everything I am
Protect you and cherish you
Knowing I am the luckiest
Most blessed person in the world

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
After which blooms wither and fall away
I remember how much you 
Need to know daily you’re cherished
By someone who loves you more
Than words can ever express

You are as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
My love my life my future


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Waiting For A Miracle

I listen to the whispers
I hear a dozen lies
People cry out loudly
Friends say goodbye
In spite of all that's come and gone
I don't know what to say
I'm praying for a miracle
Each and every day
My emptiness is troubling
My sadness is unkind
In dire desperation
I begin to cry
The Lord is standing by me
My friends are on my side
I'm waiting for a miracle
I haven't got much time
I pray for understanding
I cry alone now too
I wait for the answers
Then I'll know what to do


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Get Ready--Yes--Looking forward to that Date

I Wonder what is...
Times of moments to be...
Soon shall all see..
God's Glory So Divine

Do you know where your going?
Do you know what time it is?
Do you know your running late?
Do you know you need to get ready?
Do you know we have a date?

Smile..
I know.. where I am going
I know what time it is
I know I am ready
Yes.. Looking forward to that date..

Eternity is just a step away
Time is Now.. 
Don't delay.. any longer..
don't be too late..
Come to Jesus.. 
While there is Time...

Get ready.. 
For God's Glourious Date..
Day of Our Lord
Jesus Christ
Forever Shall Reign
All the Angels Shall Sing
Glory Glory Glory
To Our Divine King


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My Guardian Angel

As I was on an errand today
I had nothing on my mind
Until I saw the carcass of an unfortunate deer
And noticed the scavengers quite near

I felt in pain
His loss their gain

I remembered something 
I was told quite young
When someone dies
A baby is born.

Then I began to think
Whose place was it I did take

Was it a man? 
Was it a woman?
Was he or she young?
Or was he or she old?

I seriously felt
It was a man
It is he who is my Guardian Angel
And I wanted to reach out and take his hand

Was he a country or a city man?
Was he born in the 1800’s or the 1900’s I asked
Was he from this country or a foreign shore?
Oh the questions there are so many more

Was he in the war?
Was he safe from harm?
Or was he hurt
And lost an arm?

Did he marry?
And were there children, I asked
How many grandchildren were there
Who sat on his lap?

You are so near
Yet so far
Now that I question 
Who you are

How many times did I disappoint him
Through out my time on earth
Did he like my singing?
Or did his ears I hurt?

Was his hand on mine as I painted 
The mountains the skys and the seas
Or on the steering wheel when my attention was lax
Was he there to help save me

Did he help with my tests in school
In order to ensure my future goal
Did he approve of my choice
As I chose a school on the Nebraska soil

I know he was there when I was wed
And he approved of the life we led
Maybe he even beamed
As our four children came upon the scene.

He is here to help me see 
The wonders God has made
And prepare myself for the final day
When I approach the Golden Gate

Maybe it is then I will know
Who died so I could be born 
I’ll thank him for he did his best
Then ask God to give him, eternal rest.


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kaleidoscope

through a tiny lens
held firmly with hands
eyes gaze in awe..

with a simple twist
colours explode harmoniously
bright, sparkling,blinding..

the colours are stunning
so vivid, so alive
with truth as in life..

this ever changing vision
is but broken glass shards
not whole, not complete..

simple, plain, tiny pieces
they don't fit, they don't belong
different shades, different sizes..

fragmented, swirling on command
no direction,they stop; at one's touch
and through this seemingly disconnect..

therin lies their beauty
for these tiny glistening pieces
imperfect jewel tone shades, dance; together..

revealing the essence of life,
humanity and all who breathe
for they gloriously join; naturally..

to inspire joy, excitement, wonderment
the green piece could be a used wine bottle
tiny violet piece from a castaway vase..

regardless of their origin
these magnificant, illuminating pieces
unite as one and magically dance..

with truth as in life
beauty is as beauty does
fusing together, naturally, effortlessly..

kaleidoscope..

broken shards now glistening jewels
the spirit of every man, woman and child
is part of this most magical creation..

for every size, shape and gorgeous hue
is us; in every race, age & size
coming together, to create, to inspire..

tunnel vision seamlessly vanishes
as eyes are opened; captivated
at the wonderment, joy and harmony of..

becoming one; beautifully and with faith..

kaleidoscope.


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I Know

I know the end is not near to come
While soldiers bleed
And children die
And drones discharge the precise bomb
The rumors of wars is only the discontent
Of sinners proud and impenitent.

I know no designated time is given
No schedule to prepare for heaven
A life of righteousness 
Will not cease, anticipating the brightness
Of his coming. Faith must from day to day
Surrender to love and obey.

I know that many prophecies exist
That tells the coming of the end
But only of them consist
Of wisdom of the coming King.
From the gospel's page I'm schooled to see
The lightening of eternity.

I know that seed time and harvest shall remain
And a remnant shall reap his joy
Seek ye your peace in vain
Seek ye your wisdom coy
I know the end is not near to come
But living by faith is wisdom.















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This is How I have Come to Fade!

This is how I come to fade!
oh baby I once loved you.
oh I once loved you!!

My heart is aching for you, now.

My love for you cries out!
it cries out!

oh oh this is the way you have made me.
This is the way I have come to fade.

Oh baby I once loved you.



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And Still...

And still,
Time freezes 
As you capture me
Within your furtive eyes

And still,
Standing captive
In the core of humanity
The world continues unaware

And still,
Between you and I
There is adoring fervor
An undeniable intertwining 

And still,
You ignore my flaws
My reluctance in revealing
An open austere vulnerability

And still,
You persevered
Finding a way inside
Granting me the purest of love


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Joy in the Morning (Seven-by-Seven)

Tempest of the raging storm
Bellowing clouds up ahead
Ocean waves jumping like rope
Shattering lighting striking
Thunder roaring like boulders
Peace unto the wind be still
Joy cometh in the morning

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

Comments:  Seven by Seven has seven syllables in each line, seven lines, and 
the title is in last line. David J Shrewsbury invented the form.  


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Today

I realised today
that haste is the greatest enemy of Truth,
that acting without necessary Cause
is just creating More Noise!

I realised today
that letting something go before it dies away
is just as bad as picking it before it is ripe:
that things come and pass as they please
and playing God is simply playing the fool.

I realised today
that everything I don;'t like about you
is a reflection of something I don't like in me.
For I can't really perceive anything outside myself:
I am everything I see and feel.

I realised today
that Time is just the gap
between Thought and Manifestation,
that what I think, I create,
and Time is just the Gap which allows me to see that.

I realised today
that it's only when I get back in touch with my Feelings
that I know Truth:
for neutrality is just a game
the Ego plays to avoid Hurt.

I realised today
that my Mind is full of games,
that I want Out,
that I want to be Still
and Feel what I know to be True.....

for Truth is what I Feel
not what I Think:
thoughts crumble upon closer inspection
but Feelings persist,
leading me to Higher and Higher awareness.....

and whatever I do,
nothing can become more sacred
than this Magic Moment of stillness
I hold between each breath:
this eternity which passes from me every second,
the Universe crystallised in one tiny pulse......


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Please Don't Cry

Please don’t cry
I’m here when you sleep
As soon as you lie
My love is still here
You should have no fear
Just wait a while
It will all be clear
My voice you will hear
Pleasant to your ears
My words become a sponge
Wiping away your tears
To my baby
My sweet little lady
To my baby
I will love daily
Let my words 
Let you know that I love you
Cradle you as you sleep
And hug you
With a feeling so deep
And my voice you know so well
Rest with you and dwell


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Arousing Her: Chicago

At night the city is full of bones
And they
Are very dry

Beneath the trample of urban feet
They are ground

But to live, these dry bones
Must drink words

Sad nervous me, I stammer
Against those arid limbs
Grinding bone-dust songs

Into scattered fragments spun from raging blades

But realizing so many so, I sputter
Thought-hacked soul-flakes, soaring
Crooked in an angry wind. . .

Though stinted, inconsiderable, I say them
Spit them down the papered street
Into a shadow where the dew will stay

And some anonymous day some
Stray seed will grow on them
And suckle upon a speck of misty bone

And though the nights will continue
To align the humps of an un-slaked dune
Something out of this sand will rise

Small, and secretly original

And I will be part of her: 
my bony, blue, and sensual city


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Joshua's Dilemma

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


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A Walk From Reality

oh how my heart mourns 
         for dancing in the twinkling stars
             Atop the milky way
                  where peace enters my mind
             Worldly matters are far from here
        the glimmer of the moon 
lights my path
           a walk from reality
                 amidst the dewy clouds
                      distant voices still call for me
tugging my soul back to what I know
                but for a moment I was there
                                           free, uninterrupted, alone, ME


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Dark Vision

As the stars 
begin 
    to appear in 
the night sky
   the snowfall 
continues
   unique snow 
crystals fall from 
heaven
    We're happy 
to watch the 
   whiteness spread
over the land
    Taking a deep 
breath of the 
  night air
  we head homewards
Tomorrow it will 
  be difficult 
to get around
   But the 
snow looks so pristine!
  The 
trees are hung 
with snow
   And so, we;ll 
take in the sight
  of a world of 
white


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An Okie's Lament

Oh, America,
my beloved America.
The world owns your soul,
and chortles as catastrophe comes.

Bartered was your legacy,
for riotous living,
and pottage no longer gratifies
your innards cravings.

Terrorist lambaste your innocent,
and spread false doctrines.
Fear and anxiety hold you captive,
casting foreboding shadows o'er your land.

As a mongrel wallowing in its vomit,
so it is, you and your sin.
Having no vision of signet ring and fatted calf,
your robe now drapes a self righteous frame.

Has the line in the sand been crossed?
While your flag still flies, the eagle soars,
and your Statue of Liberty stands erect,
return unto the father.

Oh America,
my beloved America,
God loves thee more than I.


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California Highway # 1

Every bend in the winding cliff road
Brings a new vista, a new post card.
Crashing waves that beat on ancient rocks..
Depth of emotion that leaves you breathless.

It brings an appreciation for life,
Begs to find the truth that allows peace.
It carries you to another dimension...
The past, present and future meld as one.

Walk awhile in the demanding surf,
Hear the ocean roar its ancient secrets.
Accept the grains of sand that cling
Like they did a thousand years ago.

For me, no other place can reach out
Allowing the vastness of spirit to soar.
Time and the minutia of life slips away...
Healing wounds, and giving perspective.


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the key

Shapely and sturdy
with ridges 
to explore..

The texture is 
smooth
and lovingly 
adored..

A priceless gift 
which can 
only be bestowed..

By a thought 
a moment
of pure 
heavenly bliss..

So with this key
that unlocks
for only a rare few..

May you find
upon entering
this..

sacred..

glorious..

place..

Your key
fits 
perfectly..

In your
own
precious gate.


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A Gods Eye View of The World

A Gods Eye View of The World

Every form blends and fades
Persistent though 
And meaningful
Below from top to bottom slides
Encompassed by
Itself
Describes a purpose
To shift from one to another
And never made less
Than the original

Veins and circulars entwined
Each led to destiny
Between crags and breezes
The formation
Forces of opposition
And tendrils equate
The indefatigable line of being

A mingled sea of light
Transposes through shadow
Arch and rock
Air indivisible
A vibrant salute continues
In a heraldry of birth
Festooned upon the relinquished
A sleeping crown

All appears dancing
A choreography of miniatures
And magnitude beyond thinking
Swift sent of consciousness
Awakened in a tide
Of gesture
And slow somnambulant time
Picks blades or petal
From hair or eye

Thus is its passing
A present unending momentum
Between the washing colour
Of an unseen spectrum
A fluid solidity of dust
On which inscribed imaginations
Pallet of brilliance
Careless even reckless
In its precision of chaos
The full monument of awareness
And spoken singular
Undivided
Unsullied
Stands between feet and sky
Between earth and star
An infinitesimal populace
Of essence and core
Scattered seeds individually planted
To witness
The realms of awe

( Thank you for this poem ).


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Her Long Lost Name

Her tears dropped purple,
She was different from others.
She knew it.
Her swirling orbs changed color,
As did her tears.
She had wings bursting out of her back,
Pure white, as snow.
Her hair was a soft blue, just like the sky.
She was an outcast from the others,
Because of her “defects”.
She had gotten used to being called “freak” and “loser”,
She has forgotten her name.
The poor girl tries to remember it,
Ponders so hard she gets a migraine.
One day, a boy about her age came about,
And he tried to be her friend.
But she was used to pushing people away,
That’s just what she did.
This boy was strange,
And no matter what, he came back the next day or night,
To sit and talk with this “beautiful sight”.
He flattered her,
She didn’t understand these feeling she was having and thought they were bad.
She pushed herself overboard,
Ran all about,
Anywhere to get away from that boy.
It didn’t stop him.
He went after her.
One word he said caused her to realize who she was,
“Maybullene!” He cried, chasing after her wings.
“My name…” Maybullene whispered. They flew back to her now.
Her memories, her name, everything about her.
She wasn’t a freak.
She was a goddess.
Worshipped by others just like her,
And she found all this out by that boy,
Who knew her long lost name.


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Quiet Beauty

The sun is shining brightly now
The clouds from the hurricane gone
Air is crisp, cool slightly moving
From the northwest where winter comes

One lone hugh hickory decorates
The wood below the house with gold
The water droplets on the grass
Glistens in the soft yellow sun

The crows and roosters seem to be 
In a choral competition
For on stage spotlight in woods where
Burnt sienna contrasts pine green

The needles still linger on trees
Ginko still is green waiting change
To the yellow of fall which means
Winter is upon the whole land

The sasanqa camelia blooms
Double white blooms first profussion
In seven years, early freeze kills
Most years, blessed with quiet beauty


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Azure

The snow capped mountain
Seems to rise up out of the azure lake
That is surrounded by a multitude 
Unnumerable wildflowers of all hues

As I look at my reflection in the azure
Waters of the this beautiful lake
I see myself for who is reflected there
As God looks into my heart, he sees truth


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Advice

Believe in yourself
Know your spirit 
Know you are divine 
Know you bear the burden 
In learning to believe in yourself
Beware of darkness in others
Evil can capture your pride 
Evil can rearrange your thoughts
Evil behind a mask shall always hide
Learn to put good thoughts in your mind
Learn to forgive yourself
Learn to trust your instinct
Feel your gut inside your spirit
Feel for those who have no choice
Feel your heartmind free of burdens
Friends help shield the vicissitudes of life
Toss trepidation and fear aside 
Toss false pride
Toss all your thoughts unkind
Know your life is a timeless ride
Believe in yourself~




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Radiance

Radiance

A radiant being
descended upon
her old home
today,

The place where
she grew up –

---

Sunlight,
filtering through
slats
& faded window shades,

Brightens
& shines more clearly
as she passes,
bringing
contented purrs and stretches
to the aged
and bony cats
who lie aslumber
in the path
of the warming,
dappling rays

---

Dear Old Dog, quiet
for once,
wags her tail,
a friendly question
sparkling
in her tired, rheumy eyes,
her grey paws
dancing,
young again
for a shining, vaporous moment

(— Oh, yes, and I
like you too,
my very dear, I
like you, too! —)

---

This radiant being
brought contentment
to her birthplace
today,

& left it
brighter
than the stars

---

Dear Old Dog’s
asleep now,
wearing moonlit strips
and dreaming,

While the erstwhile slumberous
ancient cats
awake
to quest the night

And radiance

remains


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Someday

Someday
my spirit will rise above the earth.
It will rise like an eagle
through the rays of the sunrise
beyond the moon and the stars
and into the heavens itself.
Someday
my spirit will rest
before the throne of God
and will come before His presence.
He will examine my life
as I fall prostrate before Him.
Someday
my life will be examined
and there will be nothing to hide
all will be revealed.
Someday
if it were not for the 
blood of Christ
I would surely be found wanting
and would be condemned.
Someday
I will stand in faith
knowing that I am His child
and The Lord God will
usher me into His kingdom
through the pearly gates
and I will be transformed forever.
Someday
God will take my hand 
and I will forget my former life
it's burdens and it's sorrows
and I will be lifted up
and my striving will cease.
Someday
I will be the person I was
meant to be
I will have great joy and peace
and I will be made whole.
Someday....



 


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Life Preserver

Life, is the river,
on which all must travel.
While some row,
countless have chosen to drift.
Some are focused on a destination,
but innumerable are lost.
When cross currents are encountered,
drifting boats oft capsize.
Many, in fear of drowning,
feverishly add pitch.
But there exists no great need
for panic or despair,
for God is reaching toward each,
a life preserver.
To be rescued,
one simply needs to receive Him.
Having now been saved,
focus on the Lighthouse,
rowing as if your very life depends on it;
for in fact, eternal life does.






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Coolness Of The Evening

The roosters are silent
The crow is asleep
Mocking Bird is somber
The Buzzards are grieved
The Sparrows are at rest
Babies hatching in  their nest? 
Now the Dove starts cooing
Then silent once again
It is the cool of the evening
When all seek some rest
The cool of the evening 
When God wants to commune
Be quiet_listen_Selah!
He' ll talk to you......

Calling it Free Verse 


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Heaven Bound

Within this World
Tis be is Not our True Home
Our Home tis be
Heaven.. in Eternity

For whomsoever come to Christ
Shall receive Everlasting Life

Moments of Bliss
Just to behold Our Eternal Love
Divine and True Is Far-More 
Then Anything or Anyone
Just be with Our Fathers Son
King of Kings.. Lord of lords

He is Top of the line
For He is All in All
True and Divine
Nothing can compare
To His Glorious Love 
Unconditional 
He has for us all 
Awaiting there

Come to Jesus
Become Born-again
 *Heaven Bound*


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In The Night

In the night
Silence shows us
Who we really are

A   P    C   C    S   F    F   F    F   L    I    B    B 
F    A   O   O    O   L   O   R   A   O   N    L    I
R   R    R   N    U   A   O   A   I    S   D   A    T
A   A    R   V    L   W   L   G   T    T   I    S    T
I    L    U    I    L    E   I    I   H         F    P    E
D   I    P    C    E   D   S   L   L         F    H    R
     Z    T    T    S        H   E   E         E    E
     E          E    S                  S        R    M
     D         D                        S        E    O
                                                     N    U 
                                                     T    S





F O R G I V E N . . . . . . . . .


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Being God's Pen

Thoughts Promenade inside my head
Absent of composition or direction,
As water dollops on a heated griddle.
I pass time exhuming notions
Thought long ago perished.

From night filled crevices of my mother wit,
I examine ideas whose propellant
is as monster bat wings darting to and fro.
Free flying, suddenly vanishing,
As if having been exiled from my psyche.

Their duration, analogous to griddle dollops;
Once vaporization has occurred,
I'm left to contemplate these mental aerobics,
In selfish tones, while examining my worthiness
As God's humble quill this day.

Conceivably, those concepts I've pursued,
Will birth in ink another time.
A time of God's convenience and choosing.










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I BURIED THE POET

disappeared with the moment,
Regrets, Echoes, Confusion, Lust,
all sandwiched on white leaves with blue veins
coated with brownish crust.
i have my name on it,
lost, i cannot stand,
dizzy, hoping it escapes a cognoscenti hand.
The rythms, The rhymes, The stanzas, The lines
I cannot save money to buy,
'cos they came like from the sky.
sighs and tears soaked by the time.
I'm a forfeit mind...
but I wrote those lines...
blue, black, green and red,
on white pages spread. Awakening, I buried the 'i'
now awaiting the fumes of the sediment to bring I back to life. 


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Don't You Ever Give Up

Though the future looks gloom
Don't you give up
When you're put all the way down
Get back up on your feet
Always know that there
Are hard times
But don't dwell on them
The pleasant times are yet to come

When you get shot down
Always get up
There are more than one way
To climb up that ladder of success
So when people around
Want you to fail
Just ignore them and keep going
Because you'll beat them in the end
-Don't give up
You can do it
-Don't give up
You have potential
-Never give up
Listen to me
And you'll thank me in the end

Though it feels as if the future isn't so bright
Instead, it's just dark with no light
But don't think about it
Just go ahead and fight
And you'll see that I'm right!

You wanna stay on
The positive side
Never stoop so low as to
Stray down the dark and easy path
Nothing good can ever
Come from it
And there is no need to be like me
Because you still have your first chance
-Don't give up
Don't be like me
-Don't give up
It's not impossible
-Never give up
You heard me
So keep your head up and keep moving

Though the future looks like it won't contain light
Always know the dark goes, leaving the path bright
So don't ever doubt
And just fight your way through
And then you'll see that I'm right!

What I would do to get your opportunity
What others would do to be in your shoes
You should know that you're lucky
So raise your head and push forward

-Don't give up
-Don't give up
-Never give up

Though it feels as if the future isn't so bright
Instead, it's just dark with no light
But don't think about it
Just go ahead and fight
And you'll see that I'm right!
Though the future looks like it won't contain light
Always know the dark goes, leaving the path bright
So don't ever doubt
And just fight your way through
And then you'll see that I'm right!


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A Spiritual War

As the new guy in school, I was blessed to be hanging around a few guys who were 
considered "cool."  I had gotten the heads-up about "Lee" the school bully.  I did what I could 
to avoid him totally.  That changed one day after gym.  On my way to 5th period I literally 
bumped into him.  I had always been a guy to show brotherly love.  It surprised me when he 
spun around and gave me a shove.  I knew this would be the day to show how tough I was.  
Even the other kids in the hall felt the buzz.
       Something inside me instantaneously began tearing me apart.  I closed my eyes and 
listened to my heart.  Of course, I could not visibly see spiritually.  But something was 
happening around me.  I felt dizzy and my choices weren't easy.  How was I to know several 
demons were very busy.  I was momentarily blind, and those demons were clawing at my 
mind.  Screaming "Hit him, hit him" and spiritually pushing me in the back.  Yelling in my 
inner ear to attack!
       While this war was going on in my head, I thought I heard a swoosh as wingspread.  I 
couldn't see spiritually but hundreds of angels surrounded me with swords of fire that blazed 
the color of sapphire.  Me and Lee stood toe to toe in the corridor.  Spiritually, Michael the 
Archangel wagged war.  Subconsciously I was aware of other kids standing around in the 
background waiting, anticipating my next move.
       Now a different softer voice whispered, "You have nothing to prove."  Around Michael 
and his glorious angels those demons lay dead.  A sense of peace filled my head.  Slowly the 
anger subsided.  My decision was decided.  I no longer felt spiritually weak this day.  I turned 
the other cheek and walked away.  Behind me I heard no curses and there was no attack.  I 
could have sworn I felt a pat on my back.....



Note: To a friend who enjoys my "stories".....


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Dance through Dark days

We danced like this
A fit of madness,  twirling around
round as the beat drowned

  drowned out sounds of outside melodies
unwanted tunes, I danced with you
black dress of luxurious lace swept low
Encasing legs perfectly porcelain
Fanciful footwork-I led you-you led me
 In this symbiotic synchronicity

The light cast down illuminate
  a striking angle of your face
smiling, a twirl, hands in mine
around the floor, intertwined
hands in mine

A room looked on...no notice, no matter
Removed from their critique
 judgement, opinion.......all words of others
They mingled into sounds of nothing
  noise lost in our self-made song
Eyes locked to speak all unsaid
I kissed your pouted lips instead
our steps never un synched.......

We waltzed on as the night made dawn
The floor beneath was then sand
The ceiling now sky...now you and I
The makers of noise, a memory to forget
  Just an inner existence of two

Each day we dance this way
Making song and venue all the same
Taking turns at leading step
For which of us hears the music
Will lead the other in a dance through it.....


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Sensitive Mad

Being sensitive,
meant all my senses were alive,vibrant and kicking,
perhaps more than anybody else,
I could see more,
perceive more,
hear more,
and think and correlate more,
what I did not know was that I could turn a toy,
a toy to play with and pass time,
soon enough I turned that,
a set of insensitive souls,
fed my senses more and more,
they let me think and correlate,
on all that they had fed more,
soon my systems cracked,
and my sensesss broke,
they correlated garbage in garble,
and finally broke down,
a sensitive soul had lost all senses,
and now was branded "mad" by those insensitive souls.


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the place I call home

snow clouds fill the sky
scattered crows like black comets
silloutted against them
their angry discourse
echoing over the field below

corn husk rustles underfoot
where a forlorn stalk remains
the token of summer glory
a  season well spent

naked branches black and brittle
like gnarled fingers
reach up to mark the sky

smoke rises from the chimney
of a weathered farmhouse
windows aglow with lamplight
the place I call home


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Chaos

We are the world which we create, our thoughts are many, 
our ideas and actions are brought forward from our intent, 
our concepts to progress only help in separating us from our selves further. 
We are the masters of our own illusions and we are the victims to our own 
devices creating our desires yet fooled by our own ego to perceive its realism. 
We are more than what we appear to be but our concepts, perceptions and 
beliefs play host to our own deceptions as we choose to fool others in turn we 
fool ourselves and yet we are none the wiser.



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after you died

The tear of my eye
Won’t come down anymore

After you died
I forgot faithfulness, love and destiny
Friendship among my life

I stayed in my room
So lonely I sat
My injured heart bleeds blood from inside

After you died
The sun won’t come up
The moon wont rise

After you died
The spot of light inside me was gone

After you died
There’s no one to talk to
No other side

The earth would cry 
Waiting for you ….
My broken soul
Would prefer to die ……


After you died 
The friend that was so faithful 
Won’t come back to life

After you died
Misery, desperate, and anger
Were placed in I 

After you died
There was no one to hold to 
No one to help you fly 

After you died
No one gave me a hand 
No one showed me the path 
That I had lost 
From you 
From you 
No one told me that this would happen 
No other plan 

Where did you go 
I’m lost without you 
My feelings had left me 
I had no other chance 

Tell me 
Where did u go? 
After you died?






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Alone In Wait

Lonesome as I am
Slowly I ride
Along my course
Leaning back I stride
Clip-pity- clop-pity along
Allowing the reins to go free

Boots out of stir-rups
Hat pushed way back
No rhyme or reason to my walk
For now no one is near
If only my mare could talk
Another story I would hear

All human life far away
Alone I do my best
But now I don’t want the rest
Just me, myself, and I
Alone with the twinkling stars

Now hoofs, dirt, and sand meet
So quiet I can hear
My own heartbeat
A peaceful time to think
To pray
To allow things be
Waiting for my Judgment Day

So come to me
My Lord
I am ready to greet


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Mii All

there are
many things
that you mean
to me.

mii comforter,
mii guider,
mii love,
and mii lover.

u use ppl to let me kno
that u r still there,
and that u will
always be there.

in times of need,
u supply me.
u have neva felt alone
becuz ur always with me.

oh GOD
how i love u.
ur mii everything.
without u,
im nothing.

Lord i love you.
when calamity after calamity happened
and no one would help me,
u did.


u gave me the strength
to make it through
all mii test and trials.

you've blessed me
to be a blessing.
and with the blessing thats on me,
i will bless others.

i cnt thank u enough.
u've kept me thus far.
everytime i cried your name
u herd me
and delivered me
from all mii trouble.


lord u are
and always will be
mii all


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Wounded

Battered by the storms of life and looking for relief.
I walked into the house of God and who on earth did I meet?
There stood a man in a pretty suit with a Bible in his hand.
Words to heal, words to sooth and a balm in Gilead.

His words poured out like thunder. 
They tore my heart asunder.
They crushed my heart into.
What on earth could I do?

Should I sit within the pew and never say a word?
Or should I launch back at him to show him I don’t  scare?
Should I sit with a very straight face?
Or should I stand and walk out at a fast pace?

Members applauded as he spoke with grace.
I could not even look upon the smirk on his face.
Wounded in the house of God this just should not be…
Wounded in the house of God how painful can that be???



An actual incident that happened in 2005. Poem was started but never finished 
until today. I have learned men are human too and they do make mistakes. We 
must find that place of forgiveness and move on.
Psalms 141:5-Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness…







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Light Divine

Call me Freedom,
For that is my name,
Untamable, wild, 
Not bound by walls or bars

Call me Solitude,
For that is my name,
Quiet, serene,
Comfortable in myself and me

Call me Friend,
For that is my name,
Loyal, trusting,
A shoulder for you to cry on

Call me Scholar,
For that is my name,
Studious, hard working,
Trying to reach the stars

Call me Daughter,
For that is my name,
Respectful, responsible,
You don't have to tell me twice

Call me Philosopher,
For that is my name,
Free-thinking, nonconformist
I reside outside the box

Call me Damaged,
For that is my name,
Broken, beaten,
But I still walk on my own two feet

Call me Artist,
For that is my name,
Creative, unique,
A blank paper is all I need

Call me Child,
For that is my name,
Young, inexperienced,
The world a dangerous place

Call me Warrior,
For that is my name,
Strong, unrelenting,
Limits are no match for my will

Call me Anything,
Call me Everything,
I am Light Divine


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Sweet Sweet Emily

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

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

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

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


Who Am I ?


My Poetess Sweet
Emily Dickinson


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Stirring Time

Rhythm and flow 
and spirit moves,
I stand here stirring time 
Following the mist filled path guided 
by echoed chants of the saints of old,
to a place forgotten in a time
to be revealed once again 
in the hearts of the old, 
Illuminating the Dream to reveal 
The illusion that has filled minds
With despair and fear
Rising tides abides 
As labyrinth paths arise
Setting faith in the awakening minds


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The Man in the Field

Everyday he was there.
 
On his knees, standing, or kneeling
Gazing into the sun and the colors

He watched the road, the hay, 
the horizon, and sometimes even me.

His eyes followed my bucket and me.

I felt, not uncomfortable, but 
as if a passive madness were there
in that field, watching, always watching.

Once I stopped to say, "Hello."

He ignored me, standing erect,
absorbing the sun,
and gazing at the golden hay.

He was never in the same place.

Sometimes, he was near the road.
So close, I thought I could hear his breath,
his very thoughts as I passed,
thoughts I would never repeat.

The sound of the water sloshing
in my pail and his mind in rhythm.

Yesterday, he was lying in the middle of the field,
staring upward into the sun.

Motionless and still…

Today he was gone.

His absence left the field seemingly empty.
Yet… the haystacks and the scattered straw,
the sky, the sun itself

Brighter…Alive

Author notes:
Inspired by “Haystacks in Province,” by Vincent Van Gogh 



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Those Were The Days

                                     Rebuilding America 
                                     My little Jenny and me
                                     Remembering a time
                                     When Laurel And Hardy
                                     Brought such classics to T.V
                                     My Jenny asked mom can you see me
                                     Just cruising home in a big jelopy
                                     With my Feathered Friend Buddy
                                     Perched on my shoulder and you Yelling
                                     Smile Your On Candid Camera
                                     That had to be such a Jungle Fever back then
                                     Think  I liked it better When you used to sing to me
                                                 That  I'm A Big Girl Now 
                                     




Just Putzing Around here
with my last 10 poems
But Love to watch 
Old Classic comedies on T.V. with Jenny
And Trying To explain  to her about Cinema
                          
                                     


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I miss you

I went to see your mom today, and invited me in
She offered me a glass of tea, I asked her how she's been
She said she'd tried her hardest to raise you her very best
I said it wasn't her fault taht you've been layed to rest
Her eyes swelled up with tears, so I put my arms around her
I told her it would be okay, that God would be with you
She told me that she cries all night, and wants to be there too
I told her I cried too, everytime I think of you
That all the seconds of everyday are filled with clouds of blue
I told her that I miss you and loved you very much
I miss the way we use to talk, now you're too far to touch
I watched their every move when they layed you in the ground
I wanted to go with you, it's not the same, you're not around
I know that you're in Heaven now, watching down here from above
So until the day we meet again, I'm sending you my love


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SHE HELD A HANDFUL OF STARS

These eyes bright 
Hair the colour of night 
Queen of starlight 

She held a handful of stars 
She tossed them far 
Scattering through, 
the midnight sky 

The star that landed on me.......... 
Was my destiny 
For this star, 
choose to be.............. 
the star for me 

Scattering through, 
billions of stars 
There is one waiting for you 

Glittering glow, 
from my chosen star so 
Scattered throught the blackest night 
This one, I won't let go 

This star 
So bright 
It came so far you see............. 
It chose me 

These eyes bright 
Hair the colour of night 

She held a handful of stars 
She held one for me 
The star she held................ 
Was my destiny 

One for me........ 
One for you........ 
Travelling too........ 
Such stars are meant to be.......... 

These eyes bright 
Hair the colour of night 
Scattering starlight 


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From Sultry Eyes.

Seeping heavy under my skin
Shivering inception
Calming from its wisping caress
Tenderly soothing 

Reaching with tendril like fingers
Lithe and satin
Permeating through my veins
Enveloping essence

Taming the maelstrom within me
Purity embracing
Divulging the rains of promise
Cleansing shame

Defusing against the flow of time
Forever young
Standing open in naked candor
Unselfish passion


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in the center of the woods

i felt alone today
on purpose.

i came here, with tears in my eyes,
looking for you, screaming for you.
and here i found you.

you took me in. surrounded me.
you bent your arms and held me close.
i breathed in deeply and could smell you.
you smelled like heaven.

as the tears streamed down my face,
the leaves began to fall
the sun beamed through the branches.
you felt like my home.

I felt alone today. you did too.

i came here, with tears in my heart,
looking for you, needing only you.
and here you found me.


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His Arms

Thoughts race through my mind
Spinning me round and round
Such an over whelming feeling at times
That I can hardly stand upright
And from weakness I fall

Reaching for a hand to hold
I stretch forth reaching Is anyone there?
Where are the arms to hold me close?
Will I pass through this time
And come out alright?

As I look into my Savior's eyes
I see His compassion
He reaches to me
The hand that I need reaches out

He lifts me up from my fall
Wipes the tears and binds the wounds
His gentle touch heals the heart
And brings strength to my soul

Smiles of love fill my spirit
Giving me hope for days to come
Always knowing He is there
Reaching for a hand to hold

I stretch forth reaching
To find His hand stretched toward mine
And His arms open wide 


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Yellow Heads

Sweet day yellow heads 

Sweet heads of yellow

standing high on one foot above the earth

kindly sharing paintings of blue and 

white sometimes solids in grey watercolors

How do you keep your head such a stunning shade

Borrowing from the sun?

Shouldn’t we have heads of bulbous yellow 

Feed strictly from the earth’s garden for fun

Drink refined liquids from the hands of mother nature

Yellow heads all over the world would carry such

a message for everyone

Together we would all be bright

and mellow if we had heads of yellow

Thinking bright thoughts speaking in tongues of brilliance

Golden!

Tucking under nights indigo blanket

Creating a harmonious combination when we peek

Indigo with yellow heads a picturesque way to bring

the closing of the day 

My aspiration to become a yellow head 

Head of yellow

playing among the vivid bouquet 

Greeting the world that way


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Ten Thousand Songs

So tender, so sweet,
The attention.
Beloved shines through
The out-breath
Into creation's sunrise.

Experiencing the body-divine
Throws open the gates of seeing, of sensing.
Royalty becomes my second skin.
I rest upon the throne of grace
While listening to ten thousand songs.


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Solar Plexus ( Sun of The Soul )

Solar Plexus  ( Sun of The Soul )

Tiphereth

Centre she holds the light
Connection to description
Concentration of all the names
Of beauty
Filtered from out pouring skies
Entrusted to perception
Before these provoking eyes

Solar Plexus
Third state consciousness
Her Aeon vibration
Calling
Proposition to ignite
The sleeping Chakra heart

Sol sustaining
The augury of hope
She proliferates
Never and forever
Changing
The coloured combination's 
Of living

Goddess of all she is

And without 
No acuity to perceive
The idylls
Of these convoluted explanations
Of existence
Of awareness

Face of creation
She is
All life’s attractions 
To her radiance and adamantine warmth
Exists
Beacon she is
Living cell of solar system
Embodies Galactic entity

And what unknown umbilical
Resounds to this magnitude
Of the ever eternal point
Centered
Touches this Galaxy of stars
Space Universal
Extends


Extends a phantom finger
Through the vast and the void veils
Extends a phantom finger
And somehow
Writes
And reads
These
Words





Inspired by Christie Moses “ Soul of The Sun “








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First Winter Snow

Cupped-hands blessed the first winter snow – 
That tasted like peppermint wind

The pines and aspens share secrets, 
As they whispers what they know

Then, they giggled like schoolchildren 
In the snowy playground – with the red
Brick schoolhouse off in the distance

Their cold faces blinked and blushed 
Like a basket full of wild freckled strawberries
 
Suddenly, fresh pine cones fall to the ground; 
They chuckle, laugh and then roll over,
Exposing their innocent souls to fresh blue sky, 
This all appeared in the first winter snow
 
This, I am sure and still are


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Seasons

Seasons come and seasons go.
Life changes for better and sometimes worst.
Strength comes from storms.
The best is appreciated by suffering the worst.
Never change as Seasons do.
Follow your dreams never lose sight of you.
Don't forget who you are.
Don't let life's disappointments leave a scar.
On your emotions and eat away at you.
Until the pain is so strong it overwhelms you.
Don't be blinded by dream realization.
After each storm there is sunshine.
And you can endure good and bad times.
Never let go of your ability to reason.
Perservere learn from all Seasons.




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When I am Dead and Gone

Life is like a red umbrella
dancing in the sweet blue rain or
running through the deepest puddle

Lord, offer thee, just a few things, 
white robe or gown, for
My trip to heaven,
When I am dead and gone

Please, do not bring me
flowers I cannot smell,
red roses I cannot see,
a world, I cannot touch,
just keep on living,
In this earthy-place, when 
I am dead and gone


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Preciously Handcrafted

"We are moving fast towards an age where people will be lovers of self, lovers of 
money, self-seeking. Self-gratifying, laying aside morality, spirituality, family 
values, and God, for self-preservation, self-gratification, and a cheap thrill.
2 Timothy 3:1-5


Beautiful, Black, Precious, and Complicated
Nothing else like it has ever been fabricated because the recipe stated the 
ingredients are outdated. And the original chef barely got credit when He made it. 
So without sounding antiquated, let me tell you how I'm rated:

My Beauty is my quality that offers pleasure to the mind or senses. It gives me a 
conspicuous essence to remonstrate the world's false pretenses.  My temple 
becomes a domineering visual aspect of grace, radiating a Saint's best quality 
on a child-like face.

I'm Bold, Black, and Original of course. I stand with full force and demonstrate my 
strength with no remorse.  It's a color of authority and power as stylish and 
timeless as an extraordinary and eloquent flower.

I am Precious, Gentle, Sweet, and Simple.  I make all my flaws seem accidental.  
A treasured soul that can't become nothing less than monumental.  It only makes 
sense that my ingredients are kept confidential.

Sophisticated and Complicated I remain, yet such a queer, audacious bird.  
Professionally e-nun-ci-a-ting every word and ar-ti-cu-la-ting every verb. Inquiring 
about uncanny intellect which remains unheard.

My aura and my persona suggests Royalty among most high.  Promising me a  
productive future and a thrill of a ride.  So the next time you happen to stumble 
across me, the child of a King, I prefer to be referred to as MISS QUEEN in your 
dialect of linguistic strings.


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Dear Child

Today is a brand new day.
A bright new morning
May the lord God guide your way.
May he be with you in all you do and say.
His love is vast as deep as the wide wide space.
Hold on Dear Child and you will soon see his face.
No one can love you as God almighty can.
Just believe in Jesus and take his hand.
Don't let go when he is in your heart.
He was there when you were born.
From you he will never part.
Through life's trials and tribulations,
God is with you with his true love and dedication
Wherever you go or whatever path you take
Remember God is with you and he will guide your way.
Keep your faith
Don't let stumbling blocks make it waiver.
God loves you and will be there forever and ever


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The Shroud

Fog has shrouded the yard and house
Yet the sun tries to shed its golden light

It is so beautiful this morning
The shroud is low but above

Is this glorious sky blue sky
With polka-dotted cottony clouds

With the light of the sun radiating outward
I can not see the trees across the road

Nor the short distance to creek
However I know that they are there 

Even in my inability to see them
I feel this awe inspiring Spirit come over

I am in the presence of the Spirit
I can feel him surround me

The roosters still welcome the sun
A few birds sing in the still and damp

The crows are calling for their flock to come
Dine on the early worms and bugs

The Prairie Sunflower just radiates 
Its golden yellow for me to enjoy

I am so glad that I was allowed
To have this flower in my yard

A pear just fell from the tree
Reminding me that fall  is here

The coolness in the air is wonderful
Thank you for this day 


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Plant Tale

That lone ornamental plant,
that stood straight,
with colored shiny leaves,
had its own story to relate,
it was brought in infancy,
to the office,
to decorate and tickle fancy,
it was an eye soothe,
amongst dead office wood eye sores,
and people who were alive,
but wanted others dead,
plant was innocent,
and had not thought so in the start days,
but had gathered that over each passing day,
he had a secret to reveal,
that people came to office,
not to work,
but to work down others,
they were jealous and egoists,
they spoke lies and spoke bad of others,
most of the time they did that,
only a little was left,
for the work for which they were paid for,
life of the plant was spent thus,
he became tired and almost dead,
he knew these evil people,
would throw him out one day,
and that they did,
but he was happy,
that he was free,
of evil and bad.


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Poetry Passion

Poetry tells parables and parallels 
reaching deep within subjective context 
creatively
insisting
on truth.

Draw first the air
billow down morning mountainside
ineffable, 
affected, 
by change...

Swirl fire, 
passion charged with body’s experience
thrum 
heartbeat
as One...

Water wave
washing through the ebb and flow of life
tidal
blood
ancestral reminders

Of Earth
all that is stone and stardust
crystalline
manifestation
of Spirit.

We Are
All That 
Is


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Behind Every Cloud

In life there will always be hardships that causes much trouble and pain. But 
always remember that the sunshine will always come after the rain. We suffer 
from so many probblems,but everything will be alright. If you can endure through 
the darkness,until everything comes to the light. Our futures are very 
uncertain,but still there's no reason to fear. Because if your'e afraid of a 
challenge,it causes more pain and despair. Sometimes we get hurt in 
relationships by family as well as friends. But still we should never hold 
grudges,it's all about making amends. Whenever your heart has been 
broken,and your'e been misguided by love. You must seek your guidance and 
shelter from high in the heavens above. See nothing in life is forever,which 
means you can never depend. On thinking that someone will be there,because 
people will change like the wind. We set ourselves up for these failures,our focus 
on god is the key. Because there is on one who is blind as the one who refuses 
to see. The lord is my great inspiration,he gives me the proper insight. I make 
him my sun in the daytime,as well as my star in the night. With him I can cover 
the potholes that dwell in the depths of my lawn. Because surely the most 
darkest hour will come but it's right before the dawn. 


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Reach high

Be it calm to the mind
for if you look and you shall find
Realms of inspirations
will billow with expectations;
from life 

Find beauty in everything, 
hear joy the voices that sing 
Touch and be touched 
to those that reach a hand 
Find the love in your heart for fellow man 

Find appreciation for what you have 
Don’t find fault where it’s evident 
Give praise to the forever present ,
and you will find 

What you give out 
Shall one day return on to you 
Remember to choose 
The golden rule 

Have faith in a higher God 
Don’t reach for what’s faults or odd 
Don’t plunder yourself in materials things 
They may only leave you empty with what they bring 

Speak to your inner thoughts 
Find your shining star  
Life is a journey, be happy with who you are 



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Justice: A poem for you

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


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Momma. I Know You'er Looking Too.

Momma you always said to me,
"babe when I'm not there and
you'er scared, look up at the
moon and I'll be there."


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Your Voice Lives Behind This Brook

What sweet voice lives behind this brook
Stars, these eyes shall look

Sky shall rest this afternoon
Clouds shall sing about this moon

Time shall live each and every minute
Sunlight reflects deep within it

Once more, when we look
Your sweet voice lives behind this brook


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Music

You play your music
And I sit and watch
You close your eyes feeling the magic within
I see it and caress it
It's touch it light 
And I know that you are happy 
I see the care and love inside your heart
And I see that you have also hurt
You finish your song
And a tear lands on my hand
A happy tear
A tear that has known pain
Yet now is not afraid to face it again
Your music has done this to me
And I thank you
You play again


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To Write Your Best

To write the finest poem that your heart and mind permit
You must let go of yourself and earthly bonds, dream vocally
Speak aloud in your mind of feelings, both good and bad
Let the words overcome you, present themselves to you
Take them, rearrange them and stir in deep meaning
Thereby touching on the heart of something that matters so
In other words, to write that one, that special one, let yourself go


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One Breath

Each time we kiss I get this feeling I've never felt before
I breathe into you and you breathe into me as we share a summer's gaze
The light shines again and you're standing there
I look at you as I've never seen you before
I fall deep into your eyes with every look
With every touch I feel an angel's wing across my skin
The days are warmer, the rain is softer
As we hold tight to one another
I never want to let you go
One tear falls and you're there to wipe it clean
Your warm skin against mine is all I feel
When we breathe as one we're oblivious to the world
We have our own little place that's ours alone
You can hear the waterfall in the distance
Water trickles down the stream of love
And yet this whole place is our secret
If only one breath I had to take to keep our love so safe
I'd breathe one last time to see your face
and feel your skin in mine
Softer than a midnight's dream
Into the day we go astray
To be in our place is the very best way
To wash the world's pain away
When I'm with you I feel no worries
No stress is there to hold me down
If only we breathe as one...


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Doors

Could you see behind the obstruction,
a flat and wide obstruction,
which was a door,
I nudged it and saw more,
what I saw interested me a little more,
I walked ahead the space and there was another door,
in curiosity I nudged it ajar,
what I saw shone better for my stars,
I roamed that space again,
till I began getting insane,
and soon enough saw another door,
I pushed it open,
and there was the sight I was pining for,
all of a sudden,
I liked it so good that I decided to stay,
I was also tired of opening and pushing doors,
I loved the people and things,
that lay inside that door,
it was my lifetime,
that I spent behind that door,
quite unmindful,
that there was more,
and more and not yet shore.


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A True Friend

one that doesn't
spread rumors
lies
unorthadox comments
a person that enjoys
respects the company
of a true companion
love can partake a soul
to change
the completion of a friend
that is true is God
another time of thoughts
funny
realizm
integrity
a complex emotion
in deed one true friend
is difficult to find


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Do you Believe in My God?

My God, he doesn’t
Want me to suffer
Horribly, beating myself up
For the nature of only breathing
My God, he isn’t a Murder
Vindicating war with a divine right
Wasn’t given, By my God
I don't have a religion
but a philosophy
I speak to my God directly, 
I don't need a middle man because
It's me and my God

Oh yes, I believe in the Lord
But at times I see, things that should not be seen
He sets my faith in an ice cube tray and lets it thaw
Drip down and clear the eyes
Lets these emotions saturate and open out
We make our own destiny
The lord is my guidance, my daylight in the darkness
He tells me my end but how I get there
Depends on my actions

And when I ask him, why ? Why is this killing happening?
Morally up righteous bible bangers screaming
All sins are committed by THESE sinners. Aren’t we all, sinners? I fall ill
Thinking of all these lies swirling
Popping like bubbles in an unsanitary bathtub trying to pass the
Minimum health regulations

TELL ME LORD

Why do you let this happen, what is the solution?
He speaks one word: you
Others  run with miscommunication
Thinking, you? You? You?
Pointing fingers throwing bombs
Shooting children, in the name of God
While tears fall from the sky, clouding
All that’s morally right
But its really, it’s up to you you you
To change the world
Do you, believe, in the Lord?


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Master Hands

bricks lay scattered,
cement piled up bad,
the mason was ill trained,
and was a new lad,
he knew nothing,
and could not begin anything,
came the master craftsmen,
and the bricks themselves walked to places,
cement gelled with water,
and leaped to seal,
the building shaped,
and no longer was a dream.


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Forever Young

I see that we still have some youth in our spunk.
We still love to play games and run like a skunk.
Just been hit with a tag for Katherine Stella.
And I've learned spencej is a popular fellow.
So Mili Sehgal please join in a poem
Tag you are it-So take off and run.....




instructions: write a tag poem that I tagged you and then go tag another poet 
don't tag joe spence hes been tagged liked 6 times already lol 


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Look

Look from inside yourself and you will see.
All the splendor of God's creativity.
Flowers mountains bird bees
Animals and plants of all species.
Beautiful sights to please the eyes.
All people of every color shape and size.
Look at yourself your are God's prize.
Built by his hands so healthy and strong.
Given the strength to always carry on.
The beauty of life is open like a book.
In every little cranny and nook.
God's love is always there 
All you have to do is look.
Everything is within your grasp
All you have to do is ask.
Look to God to complete all tasks.
See the bird fly and see his grace.
The beauty of God is in every Human's face.
Look! His love shines brighter than sunrays.
Look to God and you will be happy all your days.





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Poetry in Motion

Poetry is the only way I know to just be me
I can write what's on my mind and no one else will see
I just take my pen and paper, writing what I feel
It always comes straight from the heart
And all of it is real 
Some people may not understand the meaning of my words
But I just free my stressing mind
And feel better, rest assured


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My Soul

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I am a double agent
Your best weapon but worst enemy
I am a window of understanding
The phenomenon o fan unexplained mystery
I am the muse of inspiration
And the saint of self-expression
I am the puzzle of your riddles
And the key to your dreams
I am a controversial image within your shadow
A moment within your thoughts, which is not 
Without meaning

I am a wish cursing myself
Willing myself away from being
I am a poisoned love spell
And a book you never stop reading
I am a murderous hunter
With all the good intentions
I am a victim of coincidence 
And unanswered questions
I am a sexual desire
Desired and loving oneself
I am the light in your darkness
And the darkness of the next light
I am the conventions of society 
Writing its next life


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A Prayer for Vengeance

Bloodstained mother earth hear her children crying!
Homicide,Genocide,Ethnic cleansing people dying.
Too much time is being spent on war and hate.
Bullets hateful words and deeds causing pain.
Grown men beg for life bombs fall like rain.
Women and children families become refugees.
Because of others hate filled policies.
Original tribes of many lands destroyed.
Our living past rendered null and void.
Deeds beyond forgivance mass murders rapes and such.
Dear lord heal them with your touch.
Protect the downtrodden as you protect me.
Our children of the world should die no more.
Dear father creator of all I say NO More!
If it be your will then let revenge be taken.
But let us not take action over a necessity mistaken


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Inkless Pen

Solid lines of no solidarity;
scribbling at paper with an inkless pen.
Brain-check, 
flash-back; 
to a time when rhyme meant decent lines
in due time.
And now I’m stuck with this darn inkless pen;
scribbling for weeks on a blank sheet of paper.
Scribbling for weeks and the end-product is this;
at least an end-product exists!
Touché


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You're Still With Us

Your beautiful Morning Glories
Are just beginning their climb
Where they will once more reign
And in all their glory shine

A reminder to those of us who love you
You are still here for us if need be.
I'll try my best to keep them 
Watered and weed free

As they wave from that old flag pole
Where they out shine the sky's own blue


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CREATION IS THE WORK OF THE ETERNAL

Things shrouded in mystery
are quickly discarded
and simply not believed;
this false-hood staggers me
and others unjustifying them...
While knowledge increases,
faith,once invincible,decreases...
with only few to defend it!

Creation is the work of the Eternal,
everything testifies to that;
convinctions should be concrete,
not implausible and superficial...
They should be credible enough
to attribute it to His almighty hand   
and anyone disapproving it,
denies it...by calling it  a myth!

O world so careless and rebellious...
indulging in sin without remorse,
you refuse to believe in a real God
who doesn't hide from anybody who seeks Him;
and He can end anguish and shame!
O world so preoccupied with wealth and galore,
this madness can cause you more harm than good;
He who created you has greater plans in store!

Creation is the work of the Eternal,
the entire Universe will be yours to explore;
and you'll be given dominion over it always...
and if angels are higher than you...fear not,
because you'll be rule over them...God
has predestined you to greatness!  

O world so merciless and intolerant of fairness,
break free of deception and selfishness,
there are no planets more beautiful than this,
the Earth was given to Man for freedom and bliss!


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No Apologies

     Rumour has it
that you write

     There are many 
amateur critics ready

to put you down

    You don't have to 
apologize

     for your life style,
for your work

     for anything you do
    When the summer begins 
        to die

  Feel the winds of
 September in your bones

    Let your creativity 
grow like a late-blooming 
   flower

     Now you feel 
only the wind

     It doesn't judge 
you

     It frees your spirit 
from the stifiling heat
     Let the sound of 
trumpets
Reach your soul

Pick up a pen

  Tell them your hopes, 
wishes, dreams

Let the critics talk

You are the 
flowing river
of magic words


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Achieve the Climb

pumping red rivers
traveling through tiny tunnels
of life ticking away

slowly stirring
yielding a promise known but unseen
many hope to survive to see
yet scared to know
the truth it holds

bending, stretching
hold out your hand
open your heart
believe in the future of your soul

overcome, jump those hurdles
reach out, grab but don't let go
of your love for God and Jesus
of your love for every little thing
meant to be

step aside for avalanches
then continue to climb
to achieve your soul's purpose

live the life
meant to be real -
a life lived with love and kindness
a life with God and Jesus


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Forced Blind

My eyes are sore,
Bleary and tearful,
Not from any ailment,
Physical,
But from the mere fact,
That they have been seeing,
What they should not have,
A lot of bad, ugly and unjust,
And more of it,
Day in and day out,
Here, there and everywhere,
I am exhausted,
And do not want to see,
I would prefer,
To shut eyes down,
And remain blind.


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Mother Earth

Your vast stores feed the entire human race.
Yet we slap you in the face.
We destroy your beauty with our dumping and toxic waste.
We destroy the ozone protecting us from the 
harmful rays of the sun.
If we keep this up we will cause our own destruction.
We were made from you with God's own hands.
Yet we destroy your precious trees and lands.
We have enough weapons to kill all life twice.
To destroy you would be the end to all human life.
Why must we be so blind?
Our lust for power and greed
Has made us oblivious to your needs.
We must take care of you as you take care of us.
Or we will all die return to dust.
The healing of you start with each of us.
We must all do our share as rulers over you.
Our future and survival depends on how we use you.
Implement programs to clean up our mistakes.
Do what is necessary whatever it takes.


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Until Forever

Until pureness and honesty pass,
Leaving pain and aggressiveness as the dimmed lights,
For the intricate works of the corrupt dark world,
Foreshadowing the collapse of the protective shield,

Covering my emotions…

Until timelessness and eternity pass,
Taunting and mocking me disdainfully,
While pointing at the scars and scabs on my heart,
Hoping to stimulate the past, 

And misguide the future…

Until patience and faith pass,
Staring into my eyes passionately with concern,
And smiling with contagious warmth and charm,
Extending a hand of friendship and trust,

Consuming all falsities…

Until irony and sarcasm pass,
Frustrated with the parameters of life’s equation,
Shaking their heads disgruntled and disoriented,
As I watch the last of forever,
Disappear in the apparent horizon.


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Window of the Soul

My mind exposed completely to your expression,
Mindful of spirit, transparent you carry,
Your light follows, drawing me to a freedom
That brings a smile to the window of my soul.

Continuously unfolding God’s will freely moves
And as it echoes into an extension of radiance,
Just as the butterfly glides through the air,
Your touch moves smoothly in me.


Completeness of change grace freely gives,
Exploding in brilliance, feeling his touch
Aligned in His will and joined as one
Connected in spirit and connected to you.

Fullness of love rooted inside
Submersed in the sea, this cup overflows
Your light can be seen drawing me to
The freedom that opens the window of my soul.


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Desert the Desert

Dunes draining just sands,
merciless sun playing waltz,
dry winds rasping body parts,
clothes were clasped,
to perspiring body,
and appeared as such,
tounge hung out with thirst,
which occurred every second at first,
shoe soles felt like popcorns,
roasting and flowering fast,
legs were drained of energy,
that was dwindling past,
stomach felt vacant,
as difficult terrain,
turned tougher,
he wondered why he had chosen the tour,
now rather he should take detour,
and desert the desert real fast.


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SHARE

Sharing shows the true way of friendship that comes

from the heart for it shall not pull us apart,

Sharing is a way of showing your love with somebody's

heart.

Share what you have to offer in life an go a long ways toward

the precouse way toward Heaven where the Angel's shall go forward

with love.


Share the the touch of what is in store for you in the beginning of

life among the christian's from above.


 GOD BLESS YOU!


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DUSK

Gentle rain
Sweet summer
Took me away again
 
I looked for colours
That meant so much,
in my heart
I found them at dusk
 
Crimson red
Burnt orange
Yellow too
A touch of blue
In the colours of me
I found you


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Sometimes

Sometimes I do,
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I will,
Sometimes I won't

Sometimes I'm weak,
Sometimes I'm strong,
Sometimes I'm right,
Sometimes I'm wrong...

Sometimes I love,
Sometimes I hate,
Sometimes I'm early,
Sometimes I'm late...

But at no time,
Ever, and at all,
Did I ever,
So hardly fall

So deep into love,
Oh, so deeply in love,
Dear Lord up above,
This way to die
Is surely the way that I,
Prayed all my life,
To die outside the
Boundaries of rife.


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Velvet Paws Of Time

When juvenile,
it matters not the ticking of the clock.
For then, time creeps as if on velvety paws,
casting it's shadow o'er the earth;
but as we mature it appears,
as a bird of prey on outstretched wings.
Always solemn faced, talons extended,
snuffing life as were it a candle at first light.
We know of our beginning,
but only God knows of our appointed demise.
In the interim, withhold not thanks,
for the extension of life each day.
For while life's beginning,
may come with the glow of a velvety red rose;
time, as the noon day sun,
will soon render it a pallid pink 
































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Down Fall

Pride and prejudice has been ripped from me,
and my strength has abandoned me,
yet my will still crashes against the 
breach within.
My citadel a long forgotten fortitude
left to rot and decay.
As my soul seeks refuge in other hosts
to take and mingle while balancing
my mental ballast before it erupts.
With guilt peeking in on me 
to remind me i'm still in debt.
While my Autumn years have yet to arrive,
I feel vandalized,sterilized,and alone.
The very root system of my essence
has retracted the twilight of my descent
is not as dark as one would imagine,and
yet I am still a minor in time and
I can not consent to my downfall.


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Strength

Draw from pain,stress and strife.
It will help you find better ways to better your life.
You will run into obstacles along the way.
Trust in God you will grow stronger and wiser each day.
Strength comes from struggle and God keeps you strong.
Don't let disappointments make you give up.
Sometimes things are hard, bitter is the tea in the cup.
God puts nothing on us that we cannot handle.
All sadness of loss he can dismantle.
Stay strong through adversity like a soldier at war.
Survive stay strong and heal life's scars.
Do not let anything in this world break your spirit.
If you have love to give give it.
Let others be inspired by your spirit.
Remember they are in a better place when you lose those dearest.
If you have noone remember God is always there.
Strength is knowing someone will always be there.


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fear

i know your weaknesses.
I know your doubts.
I know when you're feeling down.
And your pessimistic thoughts.
I have crippled your thought process.
I have made you sulk.
I even broke you down,
Worrying about your insecurities.
I have kept misery within your grasp.
Knowing you're searching for true happiness.
I've kept you away from the unknown.
And all the unexperienced.
I've even kept you away from love.
Knowing you won't know how to handle it.
Why deal with something you can't control.
When you can't step up to the challenges.
You've tried to get rid of me.
Yeah, I know you fought back.
But I've kept striking.
once your defenses were down.
Eating your confidence and well-being.
I know one day you will find the courage,
To put me out of my misery,
But when you have those feelings.
Of nervousness, tightness, and heat flashes,
I'll be there.
You know my name.


cc2005fsully


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Be Strong

                          Tempestuous heart
                        As you change moods
                       In the stormy seas of life
                      Do not give up your hope
                   It is with grave consequence
             That you would give in and give up
        It is with remorse that we would eulogize
  The demise of your hope, the passing of dreams
                 Do not succumb to the tempest
                  Be strong as the source of life
                    Symbolically as well, of love
                  Exist for those who live for you
              Waiver not in the winds of despair
                  Oh, great and glorious heart
                        Beat on as the rhythm
                              Of all existence


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Soul Ties

Soul ties are tight like crazy glue.Who could ever get through?Stuck twisted,and  
bonded,can't really hide it.
Soul ties:listening to the continuous lies and the fake alibis underneath that dark 
disguise.
Soul ties are so deep that they cause me to creep.Making me feel so cheap 
inside where the Holy Ghost can't abide.Because there is so much sin inside of 
me,causing my maker to turn away due to the sin I've created that burdens Him  
everyday.
Soul ties are like cancer that will cause you not to answer the call of the parakleet.
Come and be restored.Take the mindset to be free and walk into God's liberty.
Soul ties can make or breaker you.A soul tie with our maker is burden-lifter and a 
yoke breaker;the finisher of all my fights with much delight.I don't have to fight 
anymore.
A soul tie can make or break you .Which one will you choose?Or will you continue 
to abuse the soul and unite with savages that cannot make you whole? 
Continuing the cycles of twists and turns and down in  hell where the(flesh) will 
burn.
Soul ties:which tie will you take?Jesus is on His way.Get it right today  without  
delay.Release the sin today so you can be on your way.
Soul ties:which one will you choose?Today,again, I say Jesus is coming any 
day.Choose to connect with Jesus.He'll lead the way.
Soul ties: which one will you choose?With Jesus you can't lose.
Soul tie with Him today!


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Inspiration is Perspiration

Inspiration is perspiration

You struggle to connect

You trip over your words

Your mind seems blank

Times are changing

Can't put it into terms

The willingness to except what lies ahead

Chasing after goals

Blindsided by fear

A direction set in stone

Lost I seem

These repetitive days get longer and longer

Stronger I seem

But where's the motivation

Sweating the facts

Chasing this relentless breeze

My legs weary, My eyes wrinkled

Shades of yesterday no longer protected by

Simply put I am not the same

Not sure how to tame me

Want to put the blame on you

By you I mean them

Those deep dark secrets that refuse to fly free.




 


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Folk Song of India Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees


A Folk Song of India My Video Song is also on You Tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRQxnYGQwQ&feature=plcp Background Note: Its a story of a worried Farmer as his fields were dry because of no rains & the season of planting Rice was passing fast. His eyes were full of tears while thinking, what he would eat & earn if he fails to plant the Rice saplings without good Rains in his fields. The song conveys feelings of an Indian farmer, who often face such situations due to lack of rains. Rains felt pity & flooded his fields or his love for Trees & Nature. Folk Song of India- Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees The Farmer was thinking, While sitting near his fields, How, he would plant, The saplings of Dhaan ( Rice). The clouds keep coming, But fly away and vanish soon, There are hardly few trees in the forest, Who can call and attract the clouds. To tell the clouds, The miseries of the farmer, As, clouds never overlook, The wishes of their beloved trees. But the trees could not convey and tell, The tortures and pains, they have suffered, One by one they have been cut and burned, By none other than their own nursing Man. Because of this only , The clouds often do not come, And run away without showering, When they see such humans. The Farmer was thinking, While sitting near his fields, How without rains he would plant, The saplings of Dhaan ( Rice). But that old farmer, Had planted many many trees, Thinking that the clouds, Came down on the ground. The eyes of the old farmer, Were wet and restless, Tears were appearing and were, Coming out, every now and then. The clouds hovering on the fields, Saw tears in his eyes, While wiping his tears, The clouds too began to weep. Then, it began to rain all over, And the fields got flooded soon, The old farmer raised his head, And saw towards the sky. After seeing all around, The fields flooded with water, The farmer with gratitude, Again & again touched the Rain clouds. Tears started flowing from his eyes, With happiness, And the clouds again showered more rains, To wipe the tears from the eyes of the old farmer. Then the time came to plant, The saplings of Dhaan (Rice), Without forests and their darling trees, Clouds hardly showers their love drops. The Farmer was thinking, While sitting near the fields, He would again plant, Many more and more tree this time. Kanpur India 24th July 2012center> Sub in Hon of LisaCooper for her Silver Tear contest


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Message to Mom on Graduation Day

Mom...

   words cannot express how I feel right now....
   I just want to thank you for all you have done for me....
   I do not know where I would be today....
   if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most....
   you are the most understanding & caring person in the world....
   to have and to love as a mother....
   I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above....
   for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today....
   I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me....
   to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too....
   thank you for the life you have given me....
   and the direction that you have led me in....
   I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me....
   forever and always....
   
   Thank you
   
   I love you Mom.
   I love you.

Kevin Ryan Hansen
11/07/98
Revised 10/12/06


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As A Fire Phoenix

Like the fire phoenix,
We must let our flares shine,
We must let our fervency burst freely,
We must have courage to overcome adversities and difficulties,
We must burn anything that stands in our way,
We must be prepared for any advent,
We must learn to fly,
After we have been pinned down on the ground...

Like the fire phoenix,
We must be swift like flames started on gas,
We must swish to and fro in our timeline,
We must appeal to a light, even if it is faded,
So that the light ignites
Our bursting flames throughout darkness...

Like the fire phoenix,
We must awake our blazing hearts,
Spread our fire wings bashing around,
The tears will heal them and us,
We must try to melt our chains and strains,
We must stash our strengths when few remains,
We must burst our reins of ardent fiery blazes,
So that our blood boils in our veins as we rise again;
We must rise when we fall,
We must scenic in our arousal,
We must be reborn from ash and dust,
We must raise our flaming spires as a fire phoenix...


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Pienso, quiero y desearia

A veces, quisiera gritar,

Quisiera correr,

Quisiera reir,

Quisiera llorar,

Quisiera morir,

Quisiera iluminación,

Quisiera vivir,

Quisiera escapar,

Quisiera revivir...


A veces, pienso en ustedes,

Pienso en espacio,

Pienso nublado,

Pienso oscurecido,

Pienso esclarecido,

Pienso en transparencia,

Pienso en huesos,

Pienso en naturaleza,

Pienso en actuar,

Pienso en todo...


Desearía volver a amar como antes,

Desearía saber más allá,

Desearía expresar más de lo normal,

Desearía unas manos agarrar,

Desearía en hombros impregnar,

Desearía contigo llorar,

Desearía contigo caminar,

Desearía tus abrazos recibir,

Desearía mi corazón de plata y titanio arreglar,

Desearía mi mente repasar...


Desearía que no me traicionaran,

Desearía con besos y amistad despertar,

Desearía en un paraíso soñar,

Desearía a todos concientizar,

Desearía a todos impresionar,

Desearía construir nuevos horizontes,

Desearía adversidades borrar,

Desearía romper leyes,

Desearía ser libre,

Desearía a todos ayudar,

Aunque me cueste la vida...


Pienso en querer el deseo infinito,

Quiero un amor eterno,

Deseo uno amistad inquebrantable,

Para no morir más...


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CHANGE

!! Attitude Change !!

A brand new day, fresh like blooming flowers
Taking the edge from the words you spray

Today I will praise knowing every day I learn to crawl first,
Watch you trip all over yourself when my foot is out.
I'll take the books you read, and scrape your eyes from all judgement 
Like catnip, you can sit under my cat paw like a pigeon with broken wings

I will close my eyes, and use you like a walking cane,
See it to believe it, like burning rain

Cover you with a blanket, and teach you how to count change
Clear my mind from all opinions, shut you out from improper thoughts.

Water the oak sides and do break off any unneeded branch from your tree
Cut you like a flower, and show you how it is to stand out

Pledge the world clean, and show you the dirt falling from your face
Keep you in the shadows where you can't escape my flames
Enjoy the whispers, of my taunts that stain your dreams
In with the new, get rid of the old.  ( ATTITUDE !)

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Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


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Music

MUSIC

The rythme progresses through me
Reaching to depths unknown
Leading me to another realm
Only I have ever gone

A place of solitude
Where I can be free
For my soul is the melody
To which I shall dance alone
And the beat is my life walk
Opening the walls that have never been shown

Oh how I love to sing
Especially when I hear that old familiar
That takes me back to the day
That I could just proceed along
No cares, no worries, just me and the world
Being free...... to my song

How many memories are wrapped up within tones
That have touched our lives 
How many people can we recall
With just one sharp# climb
Or with just one flat fall

The power of our melody is our own
No one can hum it 
No one can take it
Because our life walk is our song

We can take this empowerment as high as we want
Or we can take it to the lows
No matter how we play it 
It still grows

With each and every encounter
Down our blessed path
The music follows
With our every step

So embrace your sharps and flats
Knowing that it is helping you
Through this turbulent ride
Sing it loud and don't be ashamed
For your song knows you are doing your best

Don't let the bar line tell your ending 
Keep the melody flowing
Continue your lines without cares
And when your curtain rides low
And the rythmes come to a sway
Just look at the pages before
To where you started from
And to how you have become so much more today

Keep the music alive....even with a hummm


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A JUNGLE WORLD

Slowly and silently she moves
Waiting for the right moment before she swoops
Her fangs built to shorten the lives of fools
Who in a moment their lives they lose

The glance from her will make you go pale
For few are alive to tell the tale
Just a swipe and to eternity will your soul sail
Her strikes has never and will never fail

The naive prey unsuspecting is feasting
Unaware that not far from him death lurks...nesting
The prey breathes its last never suspecting
Its carcass in a barren land...forever resting

Who are these helpless preys?...
Who suffering fill all their days
Who are those who lose their lives in these God forsaken place?
Who are those who find themselves caught up in life's maze?

They are the poverty stricken serfs!
Who die daily in mass
While the rich populate like stubborn grass
For them...Hope is far away as the stars!

But we must breathe in the air of freedom even if it's our last
We must build a utopia for our generation very fast
We must raise the flag of freedom on the ship's mast
And build a future that would forever last!!!


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Camouflage

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

Verbatim. Diction. Syllabic expression.

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

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

Lock and load.

Don't wait for a reaction.

Ready, Set, Go!

Crime is our muse, drugs are our fuel.

You can judge from a distance but remember.

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

I consider myself patriotic to my youth.

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

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

I call it camouflage.

Don't you see?

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

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

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

No.

Not around here.

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

Just to prove a point.

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

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

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

And put my dictionary back on the shelf.

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


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The Empty Basket

Years ago, I bought a basket,
Plain, unappealing –
Weave already unraveled,
I only paid one dollar –

I set the basket on the shelf,
Separated, secluded –
And there it stood,
Unbefitting the decor –

I filled that basket,
With defeated dreams –
My lonely heart,
My deserted thoughts –

I loaded that basket,
With yearning love –
My unspoken need,
My every want –

I found myself gazing,
Often, in fondness –
A beautiful reminder,
For somber times –

My hands may be empty,
My pockets uninhabited –
Aloneness taking its toll,
Privation draping its veil –

The basket stands proud,
Holding seeds of intangibility –
Unfaltering in its stance,
Draped with valor, still –

This Christmas I give you,
An empty basket –
Weave already unraveled,
All I could afford was a dollar –


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Ewe and Eye

cerebral
scrabble babble
is coughed
into
empty couloirs
words lie
disassembled
on jaded
crossword
squares

dumb logic
acronyms
spill
from your tongue
with the intensity
of angel falls
flooding
the tower
of babel s
non existent
dungeon

taut and terse
phrases
are spit
into my mouth
clogging
my esophagus
with the
sweet bile
of your
bitter love
for me

twisted explanations
mixing
with fragments
of admitted guilt
speak
in reverse
similar
to the
uncanny
way
we uttered
our final
wedding vows

do i

poke a spoon
into a puddle
of campbell s
alphabet soup
as I peruse
my leather bound
thesaurus and
nightmarishly
daydream
of you

and now
i m
beginning
to realize
that the
sole existence
of one s
warped sense
of commitment
fortunately
relies
on a duo s
consistent 
use
of insensitive
verbal
cryptograms

during the
sharp and
neatly shredded
paper years
when
punctuation
and falsified
adjectives
were hardly
ever
necessary

you love i



Author's Note:
Punctuation marks and capitalization of words
were deliberately omitted for poetic effect.




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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


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Help Needed

Rows neatly planted
Running east to west 

Then a field of wheat
Ready for harvest
Golden is the grain

All the plants look alike
Not a weed did I see
For miles one golden stand

Time for harvest_
Are we ready?
Gain needs gathering
Putting into the barns
Before the summer storm__

Where are the laborers?
Workers are so few_
None to drive the tractor
Could this farm employ you?


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Generic Oppression Poem

Oppressed by you, your state, your religion
So you think you good, kind and Superior
But I find you  cruel, arrogant and callous
But that is just in my view, what do I know?

You control the language that describes pain
But there is no for me in its grid, or how I feel
My soul is ripped from my body and bound,
On to your machines on which I slave and toil.

You say it has to be this way, no room for doubt
Master and slave, it is only a matter of degrees
But it is my kind that is always tied to the rack
While you sip vintage wine in the lap of luxury.

Everything has its time and its place, yours is over
End is near, for you and everything you hold dear
Everything carries with it the root of its own destruction
And I will rejoice now that your has very nearly come.


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My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Optimism

The eye of the storm is upon us.
Calm seas are not far behind. 

Though my ship may have

Loose nails and 
Tattered sails,
A crew soaked to the bone,

There will be drier days.

Waves crush the bow
And hammer the starboard.

An unrelenting force.

But we do not fear,
For after their tantrum
The waves become

Calm and smooth.

There will be drier days.

Days of soft sands,
Fertile land.

Men, women, children.
People.

Laughing, loving, living.

I see them over the horizon.
Accompanied by the warm and soothing sun.

There will be drier days.


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Pages

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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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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5 W's Poetry


Who has learned to truly love?
What’s in store for us above?
When life seems empty and there’s no place to go.
Where fullness is renewed again.
Why there’s no place like heaven.



5 W's Poetry contest Sept 23.


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You've to live up so never give up

You've to live up so never give up!

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Ted Talk by Kevin Briggs: The bridge between suicide and life

http://on.ted.com/q02cv

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You may say I can do whatever to myself but your life is not all your own!

You belong to so many others, some known to you and mostly unknown!

Remember those who did you favors you can't repay if for eons you live!

And every moment of that existence, what you owe you continue to give!

Then you can't even guess how many are touched by what you say or do!

You will have to see each living being in the whole world to get some clue!

You were born for a purpose, which your soul cannot rest without fulfilling!

If you give life up midway, you may never be in peace after your own killing!

When you're in a dark despair and feel there's nothing left for you to live for!

Give yourself one day to serve a person who has more sufferings than your!

At the end of the day ask how that mortal is bearing that much burden of life!

You'll choose to go on even if you have to live walking on the edge of a knife!

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Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile http://sa.linkedin.com/in/drasgharnazeerlinkedinprofile)

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Every Child Has a Dream... Every Child Wants to Be Loved...

Every Child Has a Dream…

They want to be a “grown up”…
They want to get married like mommy and daddy did…
Become a “mommy” or “daddy” as a young child would say…
Become a doctor, firefighter, or ballerina…
They want to be like mommy and daddy…
They want to marry their mommies or daddies…
Become the president…
Become older, (like their big sister or brother)…
They want to live and see the world!

Every Child Wants to Be Loved…

Not every child does…
Not every child has a mommy and daddy…
Every child wants love…
Every child deserves love…
Not every child gets love…
Not every child gets a chance to live the life they want…
Every child knows what love is….
Every child has someone out there that would love them…
Not every child knows there is someone that would give them the love they deserve…

Every child has dream… 
Every child wants to be loved… 


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My precious little flower (a poem for my granddaughter)

My precious little flower

Written By D. A . M .

June 13, 2010 (4:24pm)


My precious little flower 

Your so young right now

But you will grow
as we all do 

More then you know

And then some day

When I am old and gray

You will blossom
into 
a full grown woman

And you will be 

More beautiful 

Then you have ever 
imagined you could be

And then a young man 
will come along

And he will ask 
you for your hand

And he will get down
on one bended knee

And he will want 
to marry you	

Because he will be 
so in love with you	

And once you say I do

He will become your husband
and you will become his wife

And It wont be very long

Before you two start having 
children of your own

And if I am no longer around
by then I pray to God that 
he will always watch over you
because all I will ever want
for you is what is best for you 	


Because you are my grand daughter
 



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Laughter Comes 'round the Curves

When sorrow reigns fierce Within your heart's chambers Slowly dragging its feet Oblivious to your pain Listen to another’s story Give your time; lend an ear Soon, feel your heart lighten! And then you’ll realize, you’re not alone As you share each other's burdens Laughter comes ‘round the curves' See how fast crooked paths straighten And as laughter grows, sorrow fades ~*~


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in the sand

between the grains of sand
all my dreams shattered apart
a cup of my coffee spilled in between
 dissolved between the salty waves
 disappeared
just like a lost dream
between the grains of sand a lost life 
so things seem
no matter how hard I hold on
everything  from between my fingers slip
just like sand   grains
lost between life's sea waves in endless vain
one thing that would remain
that would be pain


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Yellow Spark

Raven-haired girl with mysterious eyes,
rain showers are a constant in her world,
and I've always wondered why?

I see her through my window
as tears weave their way down
Creating a warped gray vision...

But she amazes me...
for amongst all that dullness is 
a yellow spark

She in her sundress,
dampened with sadness,
soaked in misery

Yet still she dances,
she twirls and diamond raindrops 
drip from her hair,

splashing daintily~
on the glistening streets
and I am mesmerized

Don't know what I was thinking,
rushing outside with an umbrella-
any excuse to ask her, I suppose

Her heart bleeds, she says
always has, but she dances on
I fold up my umbrella and join her~

two yellow sparks 
frolic amidst the dreariness,
and this won't be the last time either

now I know why 
she wears sundresses in the rain...
she dances for the Sun







***Haha! looks like I am back? so much to do over here? oh no!
will get around to commenting soon, just couldn't pass this up ;)
Special thanks to Chris Aechtner :D for telling me 
all about this very inspiring contest, 
as soon as he mentioned it to me, lines for a poem
just danced their way to my mind & begged to be written
(& I hadn't really written anything for days O_o) 

 for Constance's The Sundress contest :)

--nikko :)

032520111042p1111


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light energy, Love heartbeat

a triple pariku 
  
the two part nature of light
reveals waves and particles
of Spirit a body forms

     stabilized by precept, the Love heartbeat!

trinity’s derivatives 
lights of Love’s incentive
proof of faith’s infinity

    conscience's faith conceived self, light’s dimensions!

paranormal is divine
particle light dimensions
held in waves of suspensions

   waves, fluid light suspends light’s dimensions!  

   
For contest: Light Energy
In Honor of : Rick Parise


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A Sanctuary

The forest
A peaceful residence
For nature


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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
10/07/13


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To Catch An Eagle { Anaphora }

I love to watch them eagles soar lands edge
I love to watch them unfurl their wings wide 
I love to watch them dip and dive while circling blue yonder
I love to watch them acheive highest mountain peaks
I love to watch them crest their new borns in the nest
I love to watch them ruffle their feathers after a rainfall
I love to watch them represent the United States Of America
I love to watch them not back down from  predators 
I love to watch them continue seeking for missing mate
I love to watch them conjoin and start a new tradition
I love to watch them eagles soar  lands edge


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The Cost of Water

Flight of stillness;
idle,
ditch-wise.

Ladders point up
but they say the ground is greater;
sunlight knitting to their brown feet green socks.
They crestfall and
buckle at the knee.

Hear guts clap thunder off somewhere else
but no storm in sight to maitre d' this mesa;

got to rot the mud lest 
an urge to ripen ripens.

But hear now
the locusts flood this rut,
hunt for want,
         impelled to eat each lunch of your decay.

         Earth uncorks her pores.
you drift upon the grass, lift the damp from the sod
like a pillow of cloud sopping Earth's steam-
       
         to be made the steward of this land;
lightning
flash! ladders
shatter!
 
Pay in full the cost of water,
less labors not yet lost.


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As I Watch

My son,

I gave you a perfect world
That took billions of your years to create...
And you destroy it daily.

I watch you kill your brothers
I watch you kill the innocent in My name...
I watch you kill yourself.

I watch your heart harden
As your brothers slowly starve and perish...
While you yourself prosper.

I watch you kill your children
As you reject My most sacred gift of life...
I watch you slowly die.

I watch you defile yourself
And pervert that sacred gift of sexual union...
Between you and Eve.

I watch you reject My love
I watch you try to crucify the truth in vain...
And embrace a lie instead.

I remember the first question
That you asked thousands of years ago...
"Am I my brother's keeper?"

Can you not hear My voice?
I've spent thousands of years answering...
But you've not heard a word.

My son, I have watched you
I have watched you from the beginning...
And as I watch........I weep.

                          Your Father,
                                           God.


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Grandpa's Prayer

Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar, to be heard by family inside heaven's door. Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son of raising your children in the Florida sun. The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak. He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight, through the darkness ahead, trust in the light For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends, know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong praying his answer will come with a song. Your wishes will soar to the heavens above, through family and friends about the one that you love. I'm not a prophet, seer or fool, just a man who lives by this earthly rule . Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky that they should enjoy life, long after I die. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.
For "Compose A Prayer" contest


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Beauty, Love and Peace

Beauty, Love and Peace Beauty appears to be, In serene mood sometimes, Spreading the peace in mind Beyond horizons, limits and time. Peace is really such a wonderful state, Which enhance our mind and soul, and It makes us feel the joy of love and mirth, Influencing, our mind, heart and soul sublime, Which exist only otherwise, in that supreme being. Beauty takes us further and even beyond further, Amid the lofty heights, where love opens it wings, Where cool breeze blows to touch our mind, Where pleasure refresh our heart and feelings, Music and songs further take our souls, In a world of delight, so beautiful, so sublime, While flying and floating high in the sky. When peace reaches it's ultimate, It yields the fruit of love, Compassion and kindness, Then burst like buds, In every happy and serene mind, A Godly quality began to reflect, In every act of a cool mind. Beauty when get mingled, With the sparks of love, It bring the hearts and bind, So close and so loving, that bodies and beatings, Become one amid the ecstasies of loving minds. Nothing can reach here, nothing can disturb, Nothing can explain the beauty of love, Here the beauty even gets a new definition, It no more remains the beauty of body, It becomes the beauty of our being. Beauty dwells in every heart and mind, But very seldom reaches that stage, Where it become an inner decoration, Instead of a thing of vanity and pride. Ravindra Kanpur 19th May 2012 Inspired by Joann Grisetti’s poem
NOTE : To have the views and comments on these vital petals of life and poetry I have placed a Blog also on Poetry Soup on 19th May as "How you consider Beauty leads to Love and Love leads to Peace". The Blog is receiving most beautiful ideas from the pens of many of my most learned friends and philosophers on Poetry Soup.


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MY FATHERS HANDS

MY FATHERS HANDS

He the man known as father, worked a common man's labor,
Never did this soul complain, even as his last breath inhaled,
On earth.
Daddy's little girl was I, the apple of eye, one might say,
The sparkles pride that lit up his spirit and made the pain
Of hardship melt away.
Calloused, and blistered, he earned every marks blemish,
Strength's scares were worn in my fathers hands. 
Deeply engraved within the living embodiment, 
Of truth and honor's pride, I'll carry him within me
For the rest of my life.
This mountain of a man I called dad, placed these
Tiny feet upon the right path, and even when I did
Stray he stepped in and led this wayward women
Back.
In heaven's grace he'll be watching over me,
Always and someday no doubt, we embrace once
More, and those loving hands will lovely hold this
Child now grow, and I'll know again his eternal warmth.
In blessing's grace, may the angels watch over thee,
Until we meet again, on the distant shores of Nirvana.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
CONTEST WITH THESE HANDS
12-20-2013
VISUAL #5


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A Yellow Back Spider



You might call it an epiphany as I bedded down amongst the vines a beautiful yellow back spider for the entire afternoon we would spent some time With sun glistening above and a wind caution and free a delicate web of life he began a sight my eyes marveled to see From tiny branch to tiny branch a miraculous grand design took shape rectangles stacked upon rectangles squares of silk he fashioned free Within this beauty and grace he paused as if to see a smile within my heart aglow a hope for humanity "Thrive" I said to the little guy as I rolled back to my feet a grateful dream I did thee witness a minuet piece of Gods majesty


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Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!


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My Two Sports

       I have two favorite sports.
On a stage and the b.ball court!
       That's right, I'm a basketball player.
A bonafide rhyme slayer!

       I can shoot a three-pointer
and give a defending player whiplash!
       I'm a shooting guard
Like Steve Nash.

       A spoken word poet
in a demented rage.
       I like the spotlight.
When I take the stage.

       These are the sports I'm good at.
On the stage or basketball court, I'm trained for combat!




*Note for "Brian Strands" contest "Sports Mad"


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Reflections of Love

To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But at our elderly Age that doesn't mean much.... AAAhhh... The choices and freedoms that age does bring... They open the world of childhood again. This childhood is filled with fantasy and such… Including Dragons, and Trolls alive to the touch. I wish, I wish, you could see them with me. We could laugh at their antics, together you see. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But as my body grows old, my mind’s still young. My husband and I are like the two parts of the moon. He comes from the light side to pull me there, too. His reflections of love keep me there, each day. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But never stop smiling, along the way. It’s your reflection of love that’s given to the world, each day. It makes everything brighter, and everything OK. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. To learn is to find how to give your own reflections of love.
For contest: Reflections of Love


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Just Checking In

Just Checking In Story/poem. A Minister was passing by his Church in the middle of the day. He decided to go and check to to see who had come in to pray. He notice a man comming through the back door and down the aisle. The Minister frowned as he notice the man had not shaved in days and was wearing shaby clothes. The man knelt down for a moment than got up and left. In the days that followed he notice - the man came in at the same time everyday. He did the same thing - knelt down for a moment, got up and walked away. One day he thought that the man might want to rob the Church. He stopped the man and asked him - why he only stayed for a moment? The man told him - my name is Jim and I work down the road in the factory, lunch time is only 1/2 an hr, but it's the only time I have to pray. The factory is far away. This is just what I say. I just came in to tell you Lord how happy I have been, since we found eachother's friendship and you took away my sin. I don't know much of how to pray. But I think about you everyday - So JESUS - this is Jim just checking in. The Minister felt foolish then. He knelt at the alter and repeated Jim's prayer, but one day Jim stopped comming. The Minister got worried. He went to the factory and asked about him. They told him that Jim had an accident and was in the hospital. The Minister went to see him. He asked the nurse how he was doing - she said he was getting better, but could not understand why he was so happy, when no one came to see him. The Minister went to his bedside. Old Jim spoke up with a smile. He said the nurse don't know, but everyday at noon a dear friend of mine comes to see me. He sits by me, takes my hand and says to me - I just came again to tell you Jim - how happy I have been. Since we found this friendship and I took away your sin. I love to hear you pray. I think about you every day and so Jim - this is JESUS checking in today... 10/06/2013 Note: I did not write this poem. It was sent to me a long time ago I don't know who wrote it. I just thought it was beautiful and I wanted you to read it too. It was a lot longer, but I made it shorter. I hope you like it....


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We Welcome the Sun

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 

A gleaming sunrise is seen in the distance – shedding relief 
Bursting forth like fireworks in the dark blue sky 
Hues of beauty and sincerity washes away our grief
The cheery clouds come together like lovers embracing one another

I’m never waving goodbye
   
It’s so surreal… and magnificent to see this scene unfold
You lift up the sparkling light… you’re an angel from up above
It’s so vibrant – the illuminated sight never dulled 
You bring us luck and excitement – 

You’re as pleasant as a dove 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the love
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To omit the darkness 
To abolish the distress
To conceal the darkness
And reveal the halo
Hovering around your head
Burning away the dread 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun

An ocean of love is rubbing against my feet
Blankets of comfort embrace me now… our love will never dry
You treat us with reverence and I repeat – 
You’re as pleasant as a dove – taking wing from on high 
We welcome the sun in the morning 
We welcome the sun with open arms
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun 

A speedy breeze is whistling in my ears
Spiraling mad like a spinning top
Spiraling mad with all of its might 
You’re very intriguing – you casted away our fears 
Your gorgeous eyes
Project bright green and blue
You’re special in His sight 
He welcomes you
We welcome the hope 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To lighten up your load 
And lead you to the mercy road
Where you and I will escape to paradise
To drive out all of the negativity
To conceal the wretched farewells
To reveal the light in goodbye 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome you
With open arms 


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Rewards of College Education

in grade school
he heard about it

in high school
he prepared for it

in his first year
he explored it

in his second year
he focused on it

in his third year
he felt part of it

in his fourth year
he graduated from it

Now, he has a job
because of it.


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A Sailor's Prayer

Lord, here my prayer, 
send your angels, 
to guard well, we sailors, 
serving in your fleet, 
protect us from harm or defeat, 
give us guidance and wisdom, 
to pursue diplomacy, instead of war, 
peace, instead of hatred, 
life, over death, 
when I die, permit me appear first, 
at your gate, 
allow the devil, to think, I'm late, 
and, before he realizes his mistake, 
grant me entrance, and assign me to serve, 
life eternal, in your heavenly flee 


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A Return Journey by an Auto rickshaw

An auto rickshaw, a carriage
Like a tortoise
Returns
Along my obsolete graveled
Road.

The auto rickshaw rolls on:
My bucolic 
Rocks
Mirth of a birth,
Rapturously.

The auto rickshaw passes by a
Nuptial hall :a
Bride
Stands in the splendor
Borrowed.

The auto rickshaw pauses before a
Rural maze :
My
Career  knocks get
Mocked.

The auto rickshaw, the three
Wheeled, creeps through the 
Nostalgia
Scenting textbooks 
New.

The auto rickshaw halts now
On a lap, 
For 
The road is lost in 
Fog.


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When One Sing a Song or Dance

When One Sing a Song or Dance

When one sing a Song, play a Music or Dance, or
Make a painting on a Canvas or sculpture on a rock, 
A Poem on the walls of its mind and heart,
Your soul blooms in the ecstasy of divine Music, 
Your heart feels to spread its wings,  beyond every wall.

Like the Dancing Peacock in full swings and thrills,
You began to feel like dancing, on the rhythms of your heart.

One must give a chance to its heart and soul,
To enjoy the blessings of Musical lore’s, 
The creations of an artist, or a Musician, who writes,
On the sands of time or on the walls of everyone’s heart.

As these would always remain, 
Your creations beyond time and stars and 
May always shine, like the most precious and rare gifts after God. 

Listen the Music hidden in the steps of a dance, or
Feel the brush making a painting, on your mind and heart, or 
Feel the strings of Music, making your soul to thrill and dance.

Feel these divine beauties or else, one day,
You may find, your talents were nipped in the buds,
By your own stubborn mind or heart.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 24th Jan. 2011


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Evening Blush

here I go, stepping onto this balcony once more embraced by solitude, immersed in Your love seems like I haven't sung to you for an eternity but I let the wind carry my voice wavering at first, strengthened by each second because I know that You can hear me even if I can never see you, I feel you You are there... in the breeze that lets my hair tickle my face, in the stars that dance to the melody of my song, in the moon that glows with a smile-- I smile back since I realize-- the evening sky blushes pink jan 30 2011 -nikko palmario- **hmm submitting this for Linda's Razzle Dazzle contest :)** just loved writing this one...;)


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Behold The Moment

                                   Behold The Moment

                         Behold the moment,the future is here.
                         Our family is getting bigger every year.

                               The new child has arrived ,
                                    already loved by all.
                    
                          Hold this special baby close to you,to
                              rock away the fears and kiss away
                                               the tears.

                        Take in every moment ,to share in the joy.
                               Let me shout from the hill tops so 
                      everyone knows, our new child has all ten toes.

                         As the years go by and each one grows,
                        There is a new experince to be had by all.
                      A play ,a big game or off to college they'll go.

                          As we let go and they are on their own.   
                              Never fret they'll soon be home.

                         Down the road ,each child will enlarge  the 
                               family with families of their own.


                                 Anne Rutherford
                                  Copyright 2008 
                             Treasured Baby Series.




                       For Great Granddaughter Tesla.


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Just Like Father

01 March 2011


Just Like Father


For every single day you’ve watched me
Remember how’d I express my thoughts
My feelings you would express as yours
Daily routine, together we stumbled to practice

In your humming, I fondly put words and we sing
In your asking, I become a learner and perceiver
In being inquisitive, I should rationalize
To prove certain things, you would not understand by now

We go on same haircut as always the crew cut
We paired off dresses in every outdoor moment
Have the same craving in foods and things to do
Like spider web, hanging out, interweaving close ties

“Just like Father,” words come out from your lips
I am proud to hear this coming from you
“Just like Father,” means you want to be like me
You are my son and only true admirer
I wish I could give you the best of me

You are my little hero 
Wakes me up, when I fell into uneasy sleep
You are my little angel
Guard me through the walk in the darkest pathway
You’re my son and only true resemblance


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The Court is My Witness

The court was a refuge for my thoughts and aspirations An explosion of apprehensive sensations Breathing in the moment which I couldn’t fathom My own doubts being my one and only phantom Told by the media that I didn’t belong Told that my skin and my height was all wrong One-hundred twenty invited from Northern California To achieve the same mission that was only a dream Is it really just a joke or a chance to redeem? Walking in the doors I see a congregation of talent Feeling the source of the youth There was only one truth Only one vision in midst of our righteous division The court sings a beautiful song The bouncing of rhythm and the shoes screeching along A home hoteling hints of hopeful hallucinations Creating competitive hate-love relations NBA doesn’t stand for National Basketball Association The name itself cries No Babies Allowed without determination Walking in I stand in shock Seeing nervous written on the countenance of the flock Strangled by the frozen clock I can barely talk Playing on the smells of the newly wiped floors All we wish is to not look like beasts playing on all-fours In Cupertino being tall was no trouble Walking in was the pop of my physical bubble Tasting the sweat that drips from my face The cramping of the base Oxygen something you learn to embrace Putting fifteen on the scoreboard in the second showcase Tells the room it doesn’t matter about the color of my face Being asian ain’t no disgrace Do what you love and show that you know your place The court is where my thoughts are formed My passion transformed Into a fundamental dance performed From the buzz of the start to the buzz of the finish I truly am in my own heaven So let me tell you of this place I call home It’s not just a sport But a place I can always resort To persevere until the day I fall short With the urgency like a jobless father trying to support


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Mini Dubai

Two sparrows kiss,sitting
On a high bough of the tamarind.
 
Like a tamarind seed, my town, nicknamed 'Mini Dubai',
Had burgeoned and branched on the bank of  Kanoli canal.

Now the silvered canal sprawls on its death-bed.

Busy pedestrians walk down
An ancient bridge, built by the British.
As the traffic light has lost its eye balls,
A potbellied police man dances and controls.
Jalopies groan, and modern cars whiz.
A long whistle:an ambulance with the wounded
And a van with the wedding party, halt side by side,
As the southern and the northern hemispheres  
Of emotions meet at a single point ,by chance.

The nostalgic smell of the canal sops in the sizzling tang from a cafeteria.

Among the concrete buildings that seethe under the tanning rays,
The splurging women whirl in the hurry wind.The stink of sweat
And the aroma of the Arabian perfumes choke the air in shops,
Where, sometimes, the chicanery peek through the glassed.
To the government offices nearby, the applications drafted in blood 
And salt, scurry only to get the obsequies in the waste baskets. 
The sots creep like snakes in the yard of Sandra Bar

A crow sits on an electric post and watches all below with a smile of wisdom.



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Standing Out

To be unusual,
have people stare,
and not blend in…

I hope that I stand out
because there is a light
that won’t quit shining;
brightness that comes from a belief so strong,
a faith firm like a rock,
and a father so strong and just.


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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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Beauty {Palindrome}

Beauty is found
In everything you see
Just take a look inside
True beauty
Is found
With-in

With-in
Is found
True beauty
Just take a look inside
In everything you see
Beauty is found


© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved


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The Bathroom Peeper

Lured by the light in bathroom, 
The bathroom peeper comes,
Prowling through the layers of darkness.
Seeing two paws clinging on the window bars
Of secrecy, or a pair of hot eyes
Burning through the holes of lust,
A village virgin whoops,
When the bathroom peeper slinks away.

As the hot sun rays warm the canal ,
He hides in the bushy banks,
Throwing his blue eyes in to the distant nudity.
Sometimes, he is seen being chased
By the rustics with bamboo sticks.
But quick oblivion is a bliss,
And he gets duty bound again.

Hiding is a risk
But peeping is a pleasure.
Through the twigs and bars,he stares
At the other side of pleasures.



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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


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In Praise of Your Beauty

My pen can not draw the beauty of Your glory
My voice can not sing the melody of Your story
My vision can not explain the vividness of Your beauty
My hands can not paint the beauty of Your grandeur
Only poetry can feel a ray of that beauty and light
Which inspires us to imagine, sing a song or write  

O you Almighty, Omnipresent God
We can not even define, O the best, among the most sublime 
But, we can feel Your presence in the beauty of a Rainbow
In the enchanting colors of butterflies 
In the wings of a dancing peacock, when it flies them high
while adoring your Beauty sublime
In the petals of every flower, when they open to show it to the sky 
In the melody of a native song, when it floats in the breeze
And allures our heart like the Pied Piper of Hamelin

We feel your presence, when the Moon shines in the heaven
And Sun with all its majesty and warmth
Return our hopes by illuminating every morning, our dawns

You exist in every particle of earth and every where in universe 
We can not even imagine and can not define
Without believing You O Divine,
We find your presence in every smallest molecule of atom 

But, we can not even imagine the endless stretch of your existence 
In Moon, Sun, Planets, Stars, and  Universe 
And in many Universes beyond Universe, galaxies beyond galaxies
White holes* beyond black* holes

We also can not image,  O Omnipresent God
The endless limits of your presence and beauty 
And the beauty of your presence 
In the endless beginning of every substance 

And in the origin of human race from that beginning 
Our counting’s fails, our imaginations becomes pale
We find ourselves looming and looming
And find ourselves again in the beginning

The Light comes only when we feel your presence
In the glory of Your light sublime
Which again brings confidence, kindness and love
To live a life full of hopes, faith, devotion and trust 

While shedding the seeds of hatred
And trying to make this our only most precious earth
And the only place to live among our entire learning’s
A beautiful place to live, share each others joy’s and sorrows
And to spread knowledge, peace, kindness and love.


Ravindra

Kanpur India  12th December  2009 

White holes * beyond Black* holes
* a White hole is the hypothetical time reversal of a Black hole. While a black hole acts as an 
attractor, drawing in any matter that crosses the event horizon, a white hole acts as a source 
that ejects matter...


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Waiting

I'm staying up all night waiting you to come around
You were here yesterday i felt you by my side
Your gentle touch made me want to turn my head
But the fear from losing you made me stay quite instead
The way you let your sweet fingers run through my hair
Made me so curious about how you got here
The way you pulled me warmly towards you 
Made me want to see you through
Then I turn my ead but you were quickly gone
Like a shooting star that ran to hold the moon
I'm not sleeping till i hunt you down
My beautiful monster, I'm your biggest fun


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I Salute Writers

No matter what i do, i always get tempted 
Writing poetry i mean
I wake up with my hands on cuffs 
imprisoned by a day's promise 
Mouth sealed with fear 
I graduate in mute 

My mind break loose and hunt for rotten expressions 
I hardly forget the colour of my skin
Our mornings are always black 
My mind voluntarily solves human mathematical problems
Who solve a poet's equations? 
Oppression in a form of glorious similes 
Who will ever who the who that poets always who in their poems 
Proverbs  

A ke lwe ke ya tlhalosa ke re monagano waka wa nthlolela 
O rata go kgotla kgotla mantsu ka bantu education certificate nyana yo ya yona 
O butjwelela mollo le mo gu fisa. 
O yapara vest le mo go bata 
Monagano waka o thlanoga dibiti 
Ke dula ke zama go kwala monyako wa medula 
but my conscious loses patience 
A chicken's body parts acquires distribution so it be consumed in different nations 

Multiply the two and see the truth 
I always get tempted 
See truth in different styles i mean 
Maybe what i am writing is not poetry but abnormal loads of personal expressions 
Maybe what i mean is my bunches of expressions are tight up on a broken rope 
Ready to sneeze yesterday’s dreams

Too cute to be true kind of like imagery 
Speaking flash claiming words are soldiers of our souls
Words are protectors of our bones 
No matter what i do, i always get tempted
Writing poetry I mean

© Raymond Ngomane 

2nd Verse Translation

Written in Sepulana (A language that grew from having different South African languages in one) e.g

Northern Sotho, Afrikaans, Zulu, Tsonga and Seswati. Now there's some English in it. 

(I am not fighting 
I am explaining that my mind is shocking me
My mind likes putting words where they don’t belong with its little education
My mind likes making fire hotter even if it’s already hot
My mind wore a vest in cold days
I try to close my medulla but my conscious loses patience)

Sepulana is spoken by Mapulana. 

Mapulana are a tribe found on the North Eastern part of Mpumalanga and South Eastern Limpopo provinces (Bushbuckridge) In South Africa.


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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 Evening Breeze

Often , I lie alone
On the white sand-banks
Of a large pond
In my ancestral land,
When the evening breeze
Gently touches the divinity,
Hidden somewhere in the mortal body:
I feel I cannot normally feel.

Oh! I wish the evening breeze,
Too heavenly and wondrous,
Brought out my grandmother
Sleeping just under,
With whom I used to enjoy the breeze,
On these white sands,
In green days, later became defoliate!
Indeed , it can if it willed.

The evening breeze brings
The smell of soap suds,
Which forms on my mind-board
A damsel in the nude.
Soon, the breeze brings
The holiest odor
Of  incense that smolders.
So I sin  and purge in the breeze.

Often, I lie tired on the sands;
All sweat drops dry in the evening breeze.
My spirit revives,
And I wait a fresh morrow.
The evening chants of diverse creeds
Unite in the evening breeze.
The seraphic breeze pats on every head,
Still, nobody sees it.


(The evening breeze, so sweet,brings different smells from the houses in our village.This time, the people belonging to different religions pray.)

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Child poet

The raw delight and 
wonder of an eager 
child-poet lay scattered 
across the floor.  

A baby's coo squeals from 
the aging pages babbling
forth childish nonsense while
tired cliches wind lazily through
trite rhymes lacking lyrical luster.

Still, each precious verse endears 
me to the memory of a precocious
youth when poetry was simple 
and an unspoiled world
lay bare age old secrets
calling out to be discovered.


Author's commentary:  

I don't remember what inspired me to write my first poems, but there was always something about
language.  Something profound, something powerful, something pure.  

I had no natural talent, and thankfully I didn't know it for I might have given up.

But eventually, and by sheer accident, I pieced together something that worked proving
poetry is not reserved solely for those with the predisposition but is also born of
passion, study, and discipline.

It was 15 years of frustration and tears as poem after bad poem was ripped to shreds by
seasoned writers with invaluable, albeit sometimes harsh, advice before I created anything
worthy of being read.  But I am in love with poetic art so have persevered with humility
and gratitude in the face of rejection until finding a rhythm of my own.  And though a bit
of time may sometimes pass before I am moved to write again, the words eventually spill
forth, and with a bit of luck and ingenuity, I will write a profound piece of insightful
prose stirring pride in the hearts of my mentors whose opinions I hold so dear.

For me, it has never come easy but with a deep-rooted love for the art and an obsession
for one day authoring a single, perfect verse, I hope to be unified in spirit with the
ghosts of poets past inspiring and encouraging others to keep the craft alive.


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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


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Prayer Poem Dedicated to Malala of Pakistan


Prayer Poem Dedicated to Malala of Pakistan Malala has dedicated her childhood to championing education for girls like her in Pakistan. As she lies in a hospital bed, a tragic victim of Taliban gunmen, let's help make her dream come true. Pakistan's constitution says girls should be educated alongside boys, and the government has the resources to make it happen. But politicians have ignored that for years, influenced by extremist religious groups, and now, only 29% of girls attend secondary school. Study after study has shown the positive impact on personal and national income when girls are educated. Courtesy Avaaz I have Twitted My Photo Poem on 17th Oct 2012 for Malala https://twitter.com/i/#!/kapoor_/media/slideshow?url=pic.twitter.com%2FsRpkWvZI A Prayer to God (Khuda) Let knowledge & education Touch and shape the dreams Of every girl child Of Pakistan. Let the flowers of real Happiness As it blooms, on the charming face of Malala Touch the smiles Of every citizen of Pakistan. Let the light of Khuda (God) Flashes on the minds Of all the citizens of Pakistan Who want to see A prosperous and Happy Pakistan. Let education and knowledge Bloom to spread their fragrance For all the Girl childs Of India and Pakistan. Ravindra Kanpur India 17th Oct 2012 Note: I pray to God to save the life of this precious girl Malala, who was trying to save the lives of hundreds and thousands of girl children of Pakistan from getting lost in the darkness of Illiteracy. Ravindra


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the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 


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Who is my Neighbor.

Who is  my neighbor?
The man in the street 
 or the stranger you meet?
The cripple on the sidewalk
 or the beggar on the street?
The child in the park
or the stranger in the dark?
The postman 
the milkman
the hobo 
the cop ?

Who is my neighbor
would you like to know?

All of God's creatures
 for He loves them so.


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POMPEII

In the Grecian bay, of Paradise lost, a slumbering Giant
Does sleep, at eases restless peace.
Beneath thunder mountain's base, across the blue divide,
Exists a bustling sea port, full of culture and tradition.
Beware Pompeii, for natures wrath hovers above thee.
Within safety’s sheltering harbor, the population lies
Completely at fates mercy, as if innocence children, left
Alone to play in the wilderness, without protection. 
Look into the stilled waters, it is a thin pain of glass,
A mirror's image of a grand utopian society,
That's shattered in a tenth of a second by reality.
Here their echoing foot steps, down ancient
Roman roads, voices screams silenced by
Death's gloved hands, striking without warning.
A phantom people frozen in stone, hidden 
Beneath an ashen graveyard. 
Forgotten by posterity, until unearthed exposed
To destiny’s future.
Hell's fire storm unleashed on earth, 
It begins with a quaking rumbling, an eruptions
Mumbling, forecasting a foreboding doom lying
Stirring does the mountain dragon, awaking 
Inhaling, exhaling, releasing calamity’s white
 Hot blaze against Pompeii, with the raw force
Of ten Hiroshima bombs.
A volcanic shock wave felt around the world,
Smokes pyroclastic cloud blinding the sun,
And biting at the global sphere itself.
Catechism's ultimate destructive tidal wave,
Rocks mankind to it's inner most core, 
Leaving at flash points center, nothing alive.
Apocalypses Thunder Dome, a seething fire pit,
From which evacuation’s few survivors,
Become castaways orphans, left to the four
Winds mercy, a nation without a country,
A people of the seven seas.
Behind them are their kindred, memories
Forsaken of flesh and bone, now ashen
 Residue buried alive for all time,
Legacy's tribute to the volcano 
Known as Mt. Vesuvius, and a paradise lost,
Called Pompeii.



BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
 






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Let My Country Wake-Up and Bloom

Let My Country Wake up and Bloom
On the Independence Day of India                        For 15th AUGUST 2010


O Almighty God,
I pray to you today on the auspicious occasion,
Of our country’s Independence Day.

Let my country wake-up and bloom, 
Under the sky of freedom and prosperity,
While thinking, not only for the welfare of India,
But also for the well being of the entire world.

Let us show the world, that we not only believe,
In the theory of ‘The whole world is a family’
But we really care for it.

Make us more strong and benevolent,
Hard working, but generous,
Peace loving but strong enough to destroy those,
Who are trying to take the benefit of non-violence.
And are planning to spoil the peace of earth.

Give strength to my people to elect only those,
Who can show us a path of progress and humanity,
But not through the jungles of corruptions and absurdity.

Bless our people to elect only those,
Who are sincere and honest, brave and courageous?
Who may make my country a strong nation,
Give us strength to elect only those, who may
Save the Nature of this earth and may try 
To make, the entire world a beautiful place, 
To live with peace and love. 

Ravindra

Kanpur India  14th August 2010




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The Mystery of a Strange Cat

As the mourners had left,the holy showers ceased.
Still, the drops of agony fell on from the eaves of heart.
Then a forlorn crow fluttered its wet wings.

The waif cats always roamed in the yard,
But that dark night, a strange cat prowled to the portico.
Its eyes resembled the father’s, who was cremated hours back.

Moss of home clung on its eyes, but there was no tongue in the cat eyes.
Yet,the silent symbols were so strong. 
At either side of the cat eyes, the father and the son stood helplessly.

Later, I heard the mobile barks, which chased the cat to a distant rural crematorium.
And that strange cat never returned.
But its mystery remains still with the urn.


 


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Green wave

a wave of green
carrying me away
to a land of hope
a place with just peace
the green wave flowing along the tough hill
screaming the impossible I will kill
the soft leaves running on the face of rocks
changing every unpleasant view
green carries welfare,true
the green wave running through me
planting harmony
with earth
what a lovely view,
what a dreamy place!

inspired by:

http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/maravian-field-marek-kiedrowski/#comment-17502


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'A closed door to A new Beginning'

Even when you feel lost
  There is always a way
Of finding direction
  Somehow we tend to look
At a closed door
  As our last chance,

Wishful for it to open
  Meanwhile open doors 
Are begging for some attention

  Just a little nudge
That is all it would take
  But we tend to be afraid,
Fearful of the unknown
  Wasting our hopes and dreams 
On doors that was never 
  Meant for us to open

Look beyond that closed door
  Open yourself up to that 
And move past 
  The ones that were closed in your face…


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My Miracle

My request to relay to your kinfolk That made their journey inside Heaven's Gate To keep a watch over one of my folk Her parents have reserved her special date She met all the medical needs guidelines For the best research university All the scientists studying her enzymes Have expertise to do the surgery Skilled technicians on this miracle case All are trained to perform as a machine All prayers are needed, for wishes of grace Don't want any, wishes to be unseen Spring is in the scheme for her release date Grandpa, waits for the day I see my mate


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The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


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OBSCURE

Sometimes I sit on my loneliness
In a place full of quietness
and Listen as my heartbeat
to the rythm of time
And dream that one of the days
A voice trapped in my inside
Will come out as loud as thunder
To make a sudden impact
To be admired by the whole world
And free me from this
Prison of obscurity
I sit there and wonder
If really the talent I possess
Is the right weapon
To hunt for this desired success
And start to feel my confidence
Repelled by demoralizing thoughts
And feel myself a tiny star
tiny enough not to be seen
Yet I do not stop dreaming
Of one day being freed
from this prison of obscurity


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If Wrists Could Speak

Fear
loathe
pity us Not

We scars

so judiciously brought into existence
by silent shreds
of emotion:

Jagged sighs,
wretched smiles,
come journey Dysfunction.

We beg your brave outsiders' senses
to peer

Are you
Perplexed by soft whispers
that emanate Clear
from each
line?

Does our breadth
of a slice
of depth
of vice

the stripping of seams
to bloodlines
within,

defy perfect dreams
of sweet nectar
skin?

Dare you touch these velvet ropes
muddied
from cold steel
hue

now dry 
in caked puddles 
of lost hopes,

once winding
thick
through?

Fear
loathe
pity us Not

We scars

so judiciously sought into existence
by silent shreds
of promise:

Sound larks
of empathy's
song,

Heed the marks
of our concern,
liquid and long...

We merely yearn
to be forgotten

in realms of healing
Hope
begotten.


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Sweat Drops

Sweat drops and sea waves
Are salty alike :
Manifestations of agility.

Pure drops fall down
From the forehead of labour,
But lazy man and the corpse never sweat.

Sweat drops are seen on all races;
Rays of victory shine on the drops,
Creating the rainbows in minds.

Mountaineers mount up
In the blue moonlight,
And get down in sweat drops.

Seeds sprout
In each fallen drop in field :
Sweat drops are life drops.

Sweat stream 
Floats failures away,
Depositing fresh joys on the shore.

FABIYAS M V


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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Although,
Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...


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SwitchBlade

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To everything turn, turn, turn ~
 
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Standing upon this ledges edge; uncovered 

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As peering amid the city lights below?!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Gathering in biopsies water colours...                                

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Moments splashed upon the vestige of neons

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
                  
Dissecting organisms hues called life; time

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Seeking purlieu sorties reasons incised!?

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Lifted from the palette of brushed; this rhyme...

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... * "SwitchBlade" ~














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When opportunity knocks

Uncrowned 
kings and queens of madness walk
through halls burning with self confidence. 
Nervous incandescent eyes peer down from rafters 
unsure how their flesh and bone hosts
will survive visibility. 

What do they see
these eyes of ghosts? 
In reference frames 
made so close
to images of what they know 
behind shields of darkness and of doubt.

Drop into the heat 
with the kings and queens of madness;
feel the flames sear your skin
as color once more fills your eyes.
Enjoy your walk in the fire 
below the rafters.

For cold dark dead
with no shine but smell
will paint itself,
perfectly
over you in time.


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MY SEVEN BLESSINGS

God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of brilliance’s, a shinning note,
That strums across grandma's heart strings.
The second child is a testament to patience,
No instructions came with this wonder
Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside.
But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows,
She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight .
I love my problem child just the same.
The third times the charms, she is that for sure,
With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls.
Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the
Darkest moment with just a simple smile.
The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring,
A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ,
Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw
Has hers.
Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man,
But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable,
Then gold.
Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations
Future astronaut.
With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of
The pack in any game of life.
My youngest grand son Issac his name means,
Laughter and joy and in this it is so true.
Tiny but mighty is my little Bella,
With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes,
And mommy's brave spirit.
She'll take on the world someday.
And win by all hands clapping her on,
Me Maw's future Mrs. America.
Seven was born on grandma's birthday,
A special gift given unto me is my darling,
Trinity.
Who knows what the future will hold for thee,
But seven has always been my lucky number,
So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing,
In my life.

1.  The blessings gift is music.
2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity.
3.  The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile
4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance.
5.  The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm. 
6.  The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit.
7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune.
And when you add up all my many blessing,
What does a grandmother receive a full heart,
Hugs and kisses at bedtime.
Good night my little angels and sleep tight.
I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers, 
Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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The Roman God Janus' Coin

People have two sides
Like The Roman God Janus' coin
A good side, a bad side
A past, a future
One must embrace both in
Someone we love


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Dear Lil Sista

Dear Lil sister. .
Hey pretty girl how you doing these days.  How's life treating ya,  hope it 
hasn't been to cray. I noticed you were down,  well how bout u talk to me. I 
just wanna uplift ya, see you become who you were born to be.  I know your 
life has been crazy,  Lord knows it to.  But all those trials and tribulations 
they won't break you. I know you hate that man from your past for touching 
you the wrong way, you never told no one n it bothers you to dis day. It 
created a dark cloud that covered your heart,  now you have trust issues 
can't tell the enemies apart. Night after night you pray to God for a fresh 
start.  Low self esteem,  but baby your a work of art. Yeah i know you was 
sad growing up without a father. As the years go by life seems to get harder.  
I know you wanted that affection, the love you deserve as a daughter. Moma 
tried her best but some things sh couldn't have taught ya. I know you wish he 
told you, how beautiful you are over n over again.  How all of your power 
cums from deep within.  Those weren't the cards you were dealt so you seek 
refuge in other men. Trying to fill that void that has always been missing. 
Now your in a situation and too scared to leave cause you think to yourself 
nobody will ever love me for me. Countiuosly talking to yourself,  and crying 
secretly.  But baby girl that's a lie I say differently. Your a daughter of a king, 
so that makes you a princess.  Your father hates to see you cry, that's why he 
wants to give you his best. You are heirs of royalty don't u ever forget it. You 
ARE victorious let me hear you admit it. Please baby girl don't be another 
statistic this world wants to see down, so handle your business. Never follow 
the crowd honey be independent. Cause when those checks come in,  they'll 
have a lot of digits. Always remember to remind yourself how beautiful you 
are.I don’t care if your tall, short, white, black or covered in scars. Being 
beautiful starts from the heart, so love yourself first. And always know that 
the best comes after the worst. Hang in there hun, I know life's a twister.  But 
you can always count on me. Sincerely your big sister.


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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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Fair and Equal World

We come to this world of surprises at a time we don't choose!

Not knowing if we'll get to a paradise or hell would break loose!

We are born to parents whom we yet have to know well enough!

We've no clue if our home is a cosy palace or cottage too rough!

Yet to discover who would be there among our family and friends!

If we will have many to pamper us or left on our own to meet ends!

Will we make it into the Ivy Leagues or ghetto streets be our schools?

To groom us into scholars for the academia or workmen using tools!

We don't even know if we'd be able-bodied and have a lucid mind!

Or ones with some special needs who depend on others to be kind!

Sent into the uneven terrains of life, we have a battle of survival to fight!

Told no matter how we are ambushed, never choosing wrong over right!

We see all kinds of folks, some playing by the rules and others free-style!

With foul play giving a winning edge, the righteous gets shaky for a while!

Some have all the odds on their sides and still prey on the hapless ones!

When sweet words could bring peace, they want to play with their guns!

We quietly see the humans being massacred, scream on shooting a bird!

Why listen to the divisive, not giving peacemakers a chance to be heard?

There are already lots of differences in what we are blessed with at birth!

Some are destined to live a life in misery, others always giggling in mirth!

It is not the gross inequalities we are born with, which agonize us the most!

What grieves us is how we share the bounties of world, that's our only host!

The hungry and poor don't ask for having every luxury in its perfect equality!

What those suffering souls need is just to afford a square meal with frugality!

We excel in our armchair lip-service, whether we are a politician or a nerd!

When we know it's our right, why don't we strive for a fair and equal world?

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Yesterday's Beauty

In the distance the old barn leans away But still of interest to artistic eyes Appreciating the beauty of yesterday
Triplet form..for the Whatever Contest...


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''The rain poet''

When I raise my eyes
Towards the heavens
And see rain clouds gather
I, ''the rain poet’’
Wait expectantly for the rain
To gently fall
and kiss the ground
Then my dreams can be watered
And my future can acquire
A green look
I, ''the rain poet’’
Hope that as the water trickles
It will dissolve my sorrows
My dissapointments
And carry them all
To the graveyard beneath the ground
And when the rain ceases
I, ''the rain poet’’
Will not cease penning
Rainborn inspirations
	


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For All Of You

For you, I will see,
For you, I would guarantee,
For you, I could be an emcee,
For you, I will pass oversea,
For all of you, I could be esprited...

For you, I will walk,
For you, I won't baulk,
For all of you, we will flock,
For all of you, I won't pock,
For all of you, this won't be a crock...

For you, I will think,
For you, I will blink,
For you, I would interlink,
For all of you, I would sync,
For you, I can break brinks,
For all of you, I might bequeath...

For all of you, I might concede,
For you, I might precede,
For all of you, I might exceed,
For you, I mit accede,
With all of you, I might proceed,
With all of you, I might succeed,
For you, I might bleed,
For all of you, I could be a steed...

From all of you, I might receive,
To all of you, I might give,
For you, I might cry,
For you, I might lead,
For you, I can try,
More I could say,
But for you, I might live,
For all of you, I might die,
I could give my soul, for all of you...


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All That I ...

All That I ...
                  Authored by Chuck Keys


Looking to and fro    side to side    it wasnt in sight    it had no scent   
it had no dimensions    nor phsyicality    nor identity
yet    just for a brief second    I felt its cool breeze pass by
it contrasted sharply from the bright    hot    silent    lazy    late    afternoon     sun   
the sweat on my brow made my skin tingle    just ever so slight   
                                                             just a brief tiny muscle twitch or 2
there was no warning     no hint of what was coming    or going    only a wee afterthought.
 
Sssshhh    nothing is moving    not even a fly    neither ant   nor gnat
waiting patiently for a movement    something must move    but when
why was there so much blankness    yet existence
sssshhh    maybe    just maybe    it will come back
is it time    must it be now    aaaahhhaaa    eureka   I remember    I think I know
it was my time to thank God again for all that I ... 
  


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Poetry

                            
                              Poetry can lighten your soul,
                                      soothe  the heart,
                                And convey the message you
                                       want to impart.

                                Read it carefully, savour the 
                                thoughts of someone who cares
                                    to envision ideas from
                                          their heart.

                                Inspiration may come in 
                                          many forms.

                                Visualize unvoiced words,
                                    Felt and not spoken.
                                 Given as a gift for all to
                                              enjoy.

      
                                      Copyright 2008
                                      Anne Rutherford  
                                      Poems From The 
                                         Heart  Series


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Dream Reflections

Dream Reflections

So drained,
I feel like a trained monkey
Who is paid to dance

I can't wait for 
The chance to sleep 
If it doesn't 
Happen soon
Grim reaper might come
Knocking at my door
When I fall asleep
 Driving home

I shall visit the moors of 
Ancient fairies and 
Hills of enchantment,
Once my curly head lands 
On my feather pillow

I might dream of lazy days
Laying under a weeping willow tree
After taking a long dip in a cool 
Stream on a hot summer day

Who knows where my 
Subconscious might take me,
Good thing my 
Admission will be free,
Because I don't have a 
Penny on me currently

Time is ticking so swiftly
 These trying days,
I must say goodbye,
Before I drift off to 
Dreamland too suddenly

Goodnight


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A World Without Music

A world without music, is a life without inspiration,
music itself is inspired by every nation.
No jazz, no soul, no rock, I'd probably die,
no tunes in my ear when I travel and fly.

No sound when I drive, no euphony in quiet times,
nothing to hum or sing, no melodies of delicate chimes.
Why breakdance when there's no hip hop around,
why adidas, why freestyle, they'll be no radios about.

No music, no music, I cannot imagine -
A world without music will bring nothing but sadness -

A world without music, is a concert without felicity,
if I didn't exist, would music be missing me?
No African chants that touch my soul once heard,
no mezmorizing songs from those Kingfisher birds.

No Elvis, no Prince, no Chaka Khan or Sting,
no Miles Davis or Madonna, Tupac or Alicia Keys.
What would you dance to? There's no such thing as rhythm,
You'd be moving and moving, but with no music in it.

No music, no music, I cannot imagine -
A world without music will bring nothing but sadness -


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Thinking Of You

I remember happiness,
No more,
No less,
Only true love.

I imagined,
You beside me...

I remember your eyes,
I remember your lips,
I feel your love,
I know your life...


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A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends

A Prayer for all my friends in America and all over the World This Prayer Poem is for all my friends of America and for all those anywhere in the world who are waiting for Rains.
I have made this Prayer Poem on My Photo Poem and this can be seen in My Photo page on World Art Foundation This Prayer Poem actually supports my Folk Song ‘Folk Song of India -Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees’ placed on You Tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRQxnYGQwQ&feature=plcp It may be a co incident but ever since I composed and placed the above Song on You Tube the drought like conditions improved in many parts of India drastically. A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends O Clouds full of Rains Please go to my friend's place Where ever you see the land is dry And all the fields and trees Are waiting for your showers To get wet and to kiss Your ever refreshing Rains. You bless them With your nectar like Rains So their fields too May yield grains And their forests may be blessed With your love drops To again enfold you In their sweet and loving embrace.
O Clouds full of Rains Please go to my friend's place And give them The blessings of Your Beautiful immortal Rains. Ravindra Kanpur India 15th Aug. 2012
NOTE: Draught like conditions (not very acute almost 50% less Rains this year) prevailed in India in July, but after July last it improved in August and even some parts experienced excessive Rains till 27th August. I had composed a Song around 20th July for the Indian farmers as a Folk Song and have placed it in Poetry Soup on 24th July 2012 and on my Music Channel “RavindraKK1” on You Tube as a Folk Song of India. The Song explains the reasons of fewer Rains in the simple language of a farmer telling the story of Farmer, Clouds, Trees and Rains as a Folk Song of India. Ravindra 27th Aug. 2012


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Supernova in Forever

I asked
that you Press me,
between the pages of your love
and as you enfolded me 
in the volume
of your life

I asked, 
that you cherish me
holding me 
in the crook of your heart
just a moment 

you did,
now I burn

A supernova 
forever


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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 so...hot & 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 head...star-ted 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-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)


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over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


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The Egg Eaters Hallow

HE WEARS A COAT OF ASH
ALWAYS TALKING 
TALKING FAST 
LIKE A SNAKE THROUGH THE GRASS
HE SLITHERS AND CRAWLS 
HE SLITEHRS AND CRAWLS
BUROWS THROUGH THE WALLS
WHATS YOUR NAME  
LETS PLAY A GAME 
I’M INSIDE I’M INSIDE
TRY TO HIDE
I WILL SEEK 
GO AND CRY 
GO AND SHRIEK 
I’M INSIDE 
TRY TO HIDE 
NO SECRETS YOU CAN KEEP 
WHERE DO I FIND THE ONE THAT SLEEPS
HE WANDERS THROUGH THE SHELL 
TO FIND IT AND TAKE IT 
TO SOME FAR OFF HELL 
HIS TONGUE IS QUICK 
HIS MIND FULL OF WIT
HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN 
HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN 
AND HIS MIND IS KEEN 
SEARCHING FOR WEAKNESS 
SEARHING FOR SECRETS 
HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE 
HOW MANY OF YOU COMPARE 
WHATS YOUR NAME 
IT’S A SHAME 
IT’S A SHAME 
I WILL BREAK YOU 
I WILL TAKE YOU 
FINDING FLAWS
OLD WOUNDS RAW 
DIGGING DEEP 
DIGGING DEEP 
HE FINDS IT IN THE KEEP  
HELLO LITTLE ONE 
HAVING FUN 
I HAVE NO NAME 
I PLAY NO GAMES 
ALL I HAVE ARE FANGS
AND YOU ARE HERE 
TO HATCH DISPARE 
I’V COME TO MAKE YOU DISAPEAR 
SEE YOUR WALLS 
SEE YOUR WALLS 
THEY’RE CLOSING IN 
THEY’RE CLOSING IN  
WE WILL BE COMPRESSED 
FORMING MESH 
MERGING INTO ONE 
LIKE ALL THE OTHERS 
YOU ARE DONE 
NEVER SPAWNED 
TO FIGHT THE DAWN 
I VE COME TO MERGE WITH  YOUR SOUL 
TAKE CONTROL 
YOU WILL BE 
JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME 
ALL YOUR NEGATIVITY 
WILL SUBMERESE
WILL DISPERSE
JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME
ALL YOU EGGS 
KEEP ME FED
KEEP ME GROWING 
SECRETS SHOWING 
KILLING DEMONS 
BEFORE THEY’RE BRED 
KILLING DEMONS 
TO KEEP ME FED 
A FORMLESS SOUL 
MADE OF MESH 
A FORMLESS SOUL 
MADE OF UNBORN FLESH 
WINING THE WAR 
ONE EGG AT A TIME 
ONE EGG AT A TIME 


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THE LAST STAND

THE LAST STAND

Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota, and the Sue.
Smothered beneath the white man blanket,
Chocking for a breath of airs life's sustaining oxygen.
The beating heart of native drums, are stilled frozen,
In the middle of it's rhythmic thumping, no pulses echo,
Can be heard on the open plain.
The weeping women kneel on sacred ground, shedding
A river of bloods tears, burning a permanent scare across,
A baron landscape.
Death's black raven shields itself, under it's crimson soaked wing,
Against shames immoral injustice. 
Greed's unsatisfiable hunger for land and riches fuels lusts desire,
Behold exterminations nay holocaust of the native inhabitance,
  Nothing remains alive except ignorance blackened shadow.
How much blood can mother earth be forced to drink before,
She drowns herself or spits up everything undigested,
 With sheer disdain and hatreds malice intent.
On a black and white chess board the winners takes it all,
Strategies grand masters playing with living pawns.
Treaties written in vanishing ink, promises disappear in thin air,
 Revealing a liars sharpened tongue.
The odds have always been stacked against those believing in fairness.
A rogue tidal wave of humanity has wiped out a nation,
And it's culture within the blink of an eye.
Flights appendages are clipped on the dove of peace, leaving it
Unable to soar above it's own habitat.
Wreckage’s refugees stumble in the ruins after math,
Rapes victims of civilizations civilized,
Are left devoid of their heritages lineage and legacy.
Elders chieftains representatives of a great nation,
Smoke peace pipes in the white mans hunting lodge
In Washington.
As human beings are hauled like cattle's cargo,
Taken to reservations burial grounds. 
Ancient ancestors lit up the heaven's vast expanse,
 By torches flame,
To guide the souls of the dead unto their great spiritual
 Plain beyond.
The pale horse gallops forward without a rider,
And the red people become a phantom tribe vanishing
 Upon the winds shifting tides.
Giving one last final trible battle war cry, 
Why my father but the great spirit answers not.
Behold America's legacy, a world trampled beneath
It's heavy iron fist, all in the name of progress or for the cause
Of Manifest destiny.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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The Glass Slipper

"The Glass Slipper"

I was waiting for a glass slipper
For my prince in shining armor
to take me away from my sorrow
into my happily ever after.
I sat around wishing on stars;
Kissing frogs wherever I went;
Dropping coins in wishing wells;
Waiting for true love's kiss.
It was only after he never came
that I realized what it all meant.
Magic is not naturally present,
but created through love for another
I did not encounter magic until I looked in my daughter's eyes;
Did not get my fairy-tale until I worked toward a better life.
I learned happily ever after does not exist,
not in the way we imagine.
It does not mean princes balls, and perfect hair,
but the feeling of fulfillment that follows
a life well spent caring for others
and pursing the dreams we had hoped to achieve
So don't be like me.
Do not wait for your prince to come for you. 
Create your own happy ending
and I promise it will come true.


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A Call to Action

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


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Just keep always your Hopes alive

Just keep always your Hopes alive


What ever may be the density of darkness? 
Only a candle can create light.

What ever rough and tough may be the path,
You are walking or you have to follow, 
Even without a lamp or Light,
Or a companion near or anywhere insight,
And you are walking on your way, Alone,
All alone,  without anyone,
To support, to strengthen and 
To console you in your plight,

When you are in despair and too sad,
And may be you are too old to bear,
The burden of your body and your heart,
And tears are rolling from your eyes, 
And no one to ask,
why you are weeping and why are you sad? 
And no one to care,
If you are tired and even bleeding, 
While crossing the sands of time, 
When still you have to cross, 
Rivers, Plains and many ups and down of Life.

If such is the density of darkness,
All around you in your life?
Keep only the torch of Hopes, 
Always alive.

Remember, you may not see that light,
If you want to feel it from open eyes, 
But you will be illuminated very soon,
Some where deep inside, 
Have trust 
God will fill your soul, 
With the eternal Joy and Happiness,
Spreading your own light,
All around you and 
Removing all the darkness of your Life, 
And the darkness of your Path.

You may not know how it happens?
But it happens always, 

When you keep your Hopes alive, 
Amid the darkness of Life.

What ever may be the density of darkness? 
Just keep always your Hopes alive.

Ravindra

Kanpur India  August 18, 2010

* Simile.        For  Deborah Guzzi's Contest 'Jewels of the Crown'


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Her Ten Minutes

Her ten minutes sneak
Through the hole of an iron needle
In the hand of a cobbler,
Who sits like a spider
At a nook of the city.

She is broken on her shoes ;
‘Wait’, his word stumbles over rum stink.
Passers by give her tribute
With their glances ; and the beauty
Blushes under the hot sun.

She stoops her proud head ,
Which sways intermittently
Towards the east and the west ,
To check if some acquaintance
Is dropping a belittling eye.

For Miss Seena is rich and noble ,
But with a little money.



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God Watered For Me

One light clap
Then boom, boom
Wind, rain, storm

Willow threw her head back and laughed as the wind whipped her hair
Large raindrops then faster, smaller and plentiful
All the earth was singing praises, the song of the ages, all the earth sang praise

Delighted at the wind~ going out under the eves of the house
Breathing in the moist air, enjoying the zephyr blowing 
I was singing praises, the song of the ages, I was singing praises

Two months since we had any rain to amount to much
All was dry, the plants and trees were hurting, the garden needed rain 
Those irrigating hoses just don't bless the earth like rain

The clouds linger the moist air floats about 
Birds of the air are quiet relishing each moment
Thanksgiving today for God watered for me


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My Surprise

Starry eyes looking down on me Wrapping me in warm luminous blankets Soothing memories of my mother's knee Angels wearing shimmering lockets Floating in tranquil flowing sea Quietly enlightened A soulful journey in the sky Peaceful, no longer frightened There are angels' wings to fly Believe in your dreams Silly, serious, outrageous, grand beautiful themes Like blue and yellow colliding into green I bow my head to those stars and moon Gracious thanks for their cocoon A supernatural commune And then I see your face and your eyes You are there, my surprise.


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Rat A - Tat- Tat

Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat the drums did roll and beat the men in their uniforms how they stood so tall and trim and neat, by ranks and files and squads they stood with weapons, packs and flags the flower of our nation's youth did march to the drummers' beat. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat off to the wars they marched with waves goodbye, and speeches of pride they marched away while their loved ones cried. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat While one could question the wisdom of war no one could doubt the soldier's scars, war after war they were sent... and bravely wherever sent - they went. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat The drums did roll and beat the men in their uniforms how they stood so tall and trim and neat, and off to the wars they marched to the sound of the drummers' beat. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat In battles they won to keep us free but not without a price for victory. They returned from places with names so strange but some returned to a different beat, with a slow roll, slow march - mournful and sad they brought our loved ones home again. To a grateful nation they gave their all without a whimper or complaint they saw it all and returned from places far away battered and scarred - but free. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat Soon the sound of drums were heard and leaders did call again... with struts and speeches that sounded so grand off our youth were sent with a band Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat. Dedicated in loving memory to all who served.


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The Greatest Gift Given

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide, they tell me now.

A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.

This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)

exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?

Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time 
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking 
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;

distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.

A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed 
from its protective bed
of lies –

and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through 
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of
SPACE FOR RENT.

37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.

(dried up like an ancient river still baring 
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift 
of all.

Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.

I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.


*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; 
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.


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The Check is in the Mail

The Check is in the Mail
		                            Authored by Chuck Keys	

At the beginning there was no rain,
Only the thundering noise and bright bolts of lightning.
The trees and bushes trembled with the cold winds 
Pouring sheets of rain soon followed.
The stones and the ground cover cringed, 
Everything echoed and shook from the hard driving forces present.
There was no place to run or hide.  God
Was making his statement.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

Someone is in pain, searing aching ever increasing pain, 
Like the agony of a toothache, thumping, pulsing, thud, thud, thud 
Louder and more intense with each breadth 
The body and spirit is consumed, tightly wrapped up, 
Absorbed in the discomfort of now.
And it's not going away on its own.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

He was stolen, placed in chains,
400 years ago, 
Brow beaten from the beginning, in and out 
Never allowed to be his own, 
Not like whites, he was property, owned and operated 
But different non-white, (why are we still talking of color?) 
Yet beings we all are.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

We cry for what was taken but can never be returned 
Not wanting to be raised above or over, 
Wanting not a victory, but delivered equality.
Through love and nonviolence Martin and they forged ahead,
No more waiting for the check in the mail, 
But expecting the expected.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm is here and now.  
A debt of honor is due, 
With the passing of time, where is restitution?
We accept love, education, pride and joy, 
We can't accept the hatred of crime, violence, 
The lack of housing and work, 
Pain never fades on its own.
It needs attention.
God’s values our values,
The one constant, never becomes vague.
Without compromise. Without compromise.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm continues with its blinding rage, 
Waiting for an answer, not patiently, but expectantly, 
There will be no peace tonight in their lives as in our hearts,
Everything is in play.


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Stale Mate

We are nothing but simple pawns.
We’re Pushed around by others it’s oh so wrong.
I look around with my eyes wide open.
All I see is humanity choking.
We are all lost destroying humanity.
The way we live is twisted insanity.
Let’s try something for a minute and turn to a friend.
Try asking, how have you been?
Or when they respond lets actually listen.
Its friendship and love we’re tragically missing.
Why must we be in a stale mate?
Stop what where doing and lose all the hate.
Let’s find ourselves we’ve been lost a while.
Its imperative we do this life’s not so vile.
We are all humans and all of us feel.
It’s simple, respect and everyone heals.


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A SISTERS LOVE

A SISTERS LOVE

Hearts dearest companion,
 My sister shines,
Mine protectorates against, 
Harms deepest heartache.
A sheltering umbrella,
 Repelling tear drops
Painful moments.
 Comrades council, wisdom’s
 Listening ear,
Defenders outspoken adviser,
 Ever ready
With tissues in hand. 
When in hearts sorrowful,
Shadows do I weep,
No other embrace holds, 
Me closer then you.
Loves everlasting angel  
Resides within her,
Behold our spiritual connection. 
 Softly whispering tender
 Encouragements,
Champions warrior stands,
 Tall beside me.
Built strong resolves,
 Foundational roots,
She never yields, against
 Challenges winds. 
Spirits kindred, a flame burning
 Clarity's light, 
We’ll meet together.
On the other side, always drifting 
But never apart. 

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Bravery

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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Hold On

Feel the weight of my silence,
I swim from my ocean's past,
I argue with the wind,
Covered with that verse that I hate,
I travel to my faint space,
Searching for my borrowed corner,
My pace is invisible, deliberate is my step,
Mistake is my reflection, taken for the night,
Match with a cause,
My shelter is my function,
My odd is my curse.


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Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the