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Remember that time Oh that smile that beautiful smile that little playful smirk tugging at my shirt waiting for me to ask you to dance That little blue skirt Cashmere sweater Your cheeks, bright red rouge batting your long silk eyelashes at me You were a flirt Remember that time My hands so clammy My heart a flutter Finally asking you to dance You took my hand Squeezing so tight Oh you were the perfect sight How can I not remember or can I ever forget that midnight blue polo shirt and that baseball hat It seems not long ago I wore flowers in my hair Ahh, that lavender breeze Close by, a carousel You raised your brow many a time I swear I caught you stare It seems not long ago but it's been thirty years or so when your steady hand got hold of my own And i never let it go I can still recall that winsome grin and butterflies churning within You asked me if I wanted to dance Stole my heart away and put me in a trance It seems not long ago but its been thirty years or so Your tremerous hand got hold of my own and I never let it go, no i never let it go

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Soul mates solace

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

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A Night At The Desolate Harbor

The ship in the habor on silvery seas Lay vacant outspread 'neath the glassy moon Drifting in cold whispers of the night Like a drunk man shriveled on clasping knees In the loud echoes of the crawling winds The brave ship nods its old head Restless on the empty stage of the bay When lonely stars bleed their light On what was once earthly sublimity Now silence and haunt lingers there A graveyard of bones and sadness Beside the desolate harbor Rustling in the cold distance Laboring with a haunting melody That invades me in shivers of night. Sadness defeats The happy spaces of my mind Then your sweet kiss would descend Oh... your sweet kiss would descend As a fragrant memory Thawing the pain In the frost of my heart. My soul beckons your presence But silence became my loyal friend And Emptiness - The sorrowing of my hours That slithers through the night As the brave ship nods its old head Crackling and desolate In silvered breaking waters 'Neath moon's limpid eyes My hands descend With crimson buds of April's flowers To rest upon your tomb Of eternal silence.
''Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.''

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Recalling Her

It is thirty six years ago, and I am with her in the garden,
where July is a picnic of egg sandwiches, cress-stippled,
the fuzzy down of peaches, acid-yellow tang of lemonade.
Her fingers have the delicacy of dancers
as she deftly mixes paint on a palette blue as the sky -
blobs of acrylics bright as sweet shop candy.

Summer is a sizzling colour wheel, spinning in its heat hues -
cadmium orange, pyrrole red, gold ochre -
those fever flames that blaze across her page.

My small world is warmed by the sun in her smile.

Russian vine stitches a delicate doily over the shed roof.
The heat-glazed garden shimmers and buzzes.
There is a twilight world under sweet clusterings of lilacs:
a cool shock of shade, pendulous-legged black flies
hovering in the murky mauve.
China white stars of jasmine light my way.
Please keep me close. Let me stay.


It is twenty six years ago, a morning of mourning,
and the notes of the dead bells toll
as, mist-muffled, they roll
through November's sleet streets.

I close my eyes and the sun in her smile parts the clouds.

Sober-suited people crush and cluster in pews;
row upon row of perylene black, winter-pale faces titanium white.
Stained glass windows filter and warm the ash-grey light
until her coffin is a vibrant palette of rainbows.

There are stories - lots of stories - anecdotes,
a crimson-backed journal she wrote,
a painting she painted, coffin-propped,
a poetry reading - one of her own -
Tapestry is a wondrous thing, in it the lovely colours sing. . .

Creamed rice-colour roses heap sweet
on her stone - a slate plate serving up a dead name -
and carnations splash cadmium scarlet
like blood throbbing from the gash of grief's raw wound.


It is now, and I am alone, taking a short cut home
through evening's rich palette.
Elegiac elms shed viridian tears,
and the sky is a burnt sienna explosion.
October's umber seeps into November's sepia tones.

My mind is coloured with her and then.
I hold a small cameo box that held
the colourful spill of her pills: kaleidoscope planets
orbiting my loneliness, spinning off into nothingness. . .

Dark figures fill the park: silhouettes, shadows
following me home; spirits stepped from her portraits,
faces pushed down into coat collars, crinkled with frowns.

Paint-pinned people in their primaries and pastels,
on canvas, under glass; stopped heartbeats of the past.
Trapped moments on paper and boards.

I close my eyes and see the sun in her smile,
recall how, since her passing, life has become a free fall,
a parapet leap without parachute.

And the smudged charcoal lines of memory
are beginning to blur, fading like her watercolours. . .

in memory of my grandmother

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Doorways to Yesterday

The house slumps against overgrown yards
Where gardens wilt against the ground,
Begging for sleep beneath gray skies.
Vines move through weeds 
Like brittle fingers,
Reaching toward a sagging door 
Where paint peels like weathered skin, 
Curling in agony against the grain.
Once vibrant, now fading
Like all doorways to yesterday.

This is where memories flee,
Lying in wait like dormant ghosts 
That walk through the walls of my mind
As I walk through the door.

The hinges creak in protest,
Rusted by the rain of forgotten days.
The floors squeak in upset,
Unaccustomed to my timid feet.
The dust is stirred, the silence snaps
Like twigs used for kindling
To spark my tepid heart.
A decade becomes a moment.
A moment becomes a lifetime.

This is where memories live,
Trapped in time like restless ghosts 
That walk through walls and haunt the halls 
Of doorways to yesterday.

Though broken, they open
To swallow me whole.

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Sometimes I forget his name

I forget his name
there are cavities 
in love too

dark gaps 
in the cracking heart
where aching
doubt and memories 

© Gry W Christensen

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The Letter

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

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

Dear Time, 
Thanks for having patience.

Sincerely Yours 
The Little Old Lady Across the Street


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Sometimes I believe you
to be a vision, fading,
only a reflection of the
warmth I used to feel.
Today my memory of you
locked away within a
clenched mind, like grains
of sand perpetually
slipping through the cleft
of time. A memory scattered
along the highway of
despondent souls, soon
to be washed away by
the rising tide of oblivion!

Copyright Harry J Horsman 2010

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For Suzanne, Green and Golden

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

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

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

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A Little House of Memories

It was a lovely little house.

Built of white painted timber,

with a gabled roof clad in green tin,

it had never been a rich person's house.

It was her house. 

And driving up to park outside it,

each time I went there, 

was like the beginning of a new adventure.

I would always enter by the rickety side gate

and walk through that small garden she tended to on weekends, 

in the hope that one day it might become beautiful.

The back door gave entry to her tiny kitchen where,

sometimes she would be,

baking scones or some other treat for her and me

to have later with some coffee or cheap red wine.

It wasn't a well designed house.

The bathroom and lavatory and laundry

weren't where you might expect.

And most rooms were very small. 

But for the living cum dining room.

And her bedroom. 

I never counted all the rooms in that house.

I'm not certain I even saw all of them.

But all of those I did see 

were furnished and decorated with pieces that she

had shopped for at garage sales

and in second hand shops.

Except for those things she'd made herself.

There were pictures she had painted,

and other hand crafted knick-knacks.

And some bottles filled 

with interesting vegetable matter

embalmed in colourful oils and such.

It was a small house and a little quaint.

But beautiful.

And warm. 

Her bedroom was of a good size 

and her bed was large and sumptuous,

with a profusion of richly coloured cushions and pillows.

We'd discovered one another in that large bed,

in that good sized bedroom,

in that warm little house,

that still warms me with it's memories. 

For there was nothing inside that house

that she had not chosen.

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Letter to an Old Friend

Dear S.,

I was in the market yesterday
digging through a tray of grapes
trying to find the freshest bag,
but most seemed half-decayed.
I was just about to leave
(feeling mighty peeved),
but then - you won't believe!
Carole King came on the radio
and the world began to move real slow.
Even the fruit held its breath
(half-rotten and close to death).
She sang about the earth moving
and the sky tumbling,
and it made me think of you.
I thought of that summer -
the one before our senior year
when your dad taught us how to drive
(and got annoyed and made me cry).
Remember that?
We washed his car with soap and tears,
sipping on bottles of cold root beer.
Out of tune, we'd dance and sing
along to songs by Carole King.
Well, I want you to know - 
You made my day,
even though you're far away.  
And, you know, Carole said it best:
I feel my heart start to trembling
whenever you're around.
I miss that. 
And I miss you.


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When night’s candles wax in the breeze, A glow draws near while dear ones are far I would scan places some miles away For in reveries they bask among the skies. So warm with wonder, bright with charm Could I but fix them beneath moon’s hues, Who do not let affections stray through time. Oh how sublime flickers of light seem to trace This ardor lingering in whirls of smoke, Where flames of dream become a heart’s desire To wander as tapers drip of fragrant songs And cuddle journeys in hours’ waning notes. In my life they always climb inside deep breaths All cherished in ticks of rain, yet I memorize Their hands well, knowing we do care through sun, Long miles, and stars’ resplendent display… What wickers of years forget; love remembers. Many Miles Away Contest.. Roger Horsch by nette onclaud

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One Autumn Day

One Autumn Day
One cloudless, bright color-splashed Autumn day, as a sunny sky frivolously frolicked with butterflies of iridescent blue, and trees exploded with flaming colors of burnt orange, red, and yellow, she rested on a soft bed of freshly-fallen leaves near a golden pond. In her reflection, she saw the spirited girl she once was, the brash nymph who uninhibitedly loved the sun god, amorous Helios, with glorious memories of one Autumn day forever engraved in her heart.

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the break of day

daybreak grounds me
the horizon blushes
an end to night's passion
as the dawn unfolds my dreams

it seems
you own my mind
all my thoughts tumble
like autumn leaves
in winded breaths
whispered through darkness

i dance gracefully 
in memories of you
blushed with a desire
i cannot explain
and linger
in the afterthoughts
as day breaks

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Trick or Treat

The rubber soles of my sneakers scrape along the sidewalk
as I go down the streets of my small hometown
with only a flashlight and the dim streetlights to illuminate the darkness
I walk my way through piles of scattered dead leaves
jack o' lanterns smile brightly as they sit in window sills
hanging in trees, white sheeted ghosts are stirred by the chilly night wind
paper cut-outs of black cats, witches, and jointed skeletons decorate doors
my vision is distorted by the eye holes of my mask
I can see just enough to find my way to a house
my sneakers thump up the wooden porch steps
with a cold hand I reach out to knock or ring the door bell
I say those three words which earns me my first treat of the evening
no harm done, you will get no tricks or mischief from me
then it is on to the next house and the next welcoming porch light
as Halloween night nears it's end, my bag of treats starts to feel heavy
my feet are tired and sore, yet there are still a few more houses to go....

I hope I can relive these sweet memories someday, with my own children.

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The Heart Of The Edifice

                                           The Heart Of The Edifice   

                                           In the midst of the forest 
              Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine, and brush is the thickest
                                        Standing so tall and  blissful 
                    Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
                            Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art
                              A rock structure that use to be the heart 
                             Of the edifice where long time recurrence
                                    Of lives that lived with endurance 
                                    The, hiss, crackling fire persuades 
                                                    Warm comfort 
                                        From a chilly cold winter day, 
                                Or soaked from the hard pounding rain
                                             That chills to the bone
                            The scents of smoke, mixed with spice food,
                       Coffee, and bread cooking in a cast iron Dutch oven

                               Now habitat of natures small creatures 
                     A rock structure that use to be the heart of the edifice
                                       Standing so tall and  blissful 
                                          In the midst of the forest 
               Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine, and brush is the thickest
                      Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
                               Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art

                                                  By: Eve Roper


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Call me not a child,
Treat me with adult words,
Eyes that scan the essence,
And see the centuries I have lived.
Ancient soul though young flesh, 
Half my heart remains in an older existence. 

I wish to feel the gentle,
The tenderness that comes with love,
Finger tips soft and feather like.
I yearn to feel the rough,
The firm grip of a lover,
Hands grasping hips in a fury of need.
Lips rubbing together in absence of a kiss. 

I need to speak of higher things,
realms that others fear to not believe,
And visions that we both have seen. 
Lie with me in clover beds,
Stars sparkling bright above our heads,
Birds swooping to deliver prey to young,
Eyes filled with awe at the world's cruel beauty. 

Lie with me in open thought,
Minds roaming over hills and sea,
Connecting to the world.
Releasing raw unadulterated energy,
Through just a simple touch,
Conscious spreading to the sky,
To flit like hummingbirds.

Call me not a child, 
For the things I have seen,
The memories I hold within,
Through one life to the next.
Falling, falling, down to the sea,
Bright sky, rolling green, 
sharp waves black, crash against the rocks,
Awaiting our meeting of fatality. 

Flowers high in weeds,
Grow up to itchy gowns,
And crunch beneath slipper-ed feet.
Corsets pulled tight,
Tight enough that I forget to breathe,
When in the presence of a man.
Blame the corset for my lack of breathe,
Though he steal it from my honeyed lips,
With not even a brushing kiss.
And a wedding band surprised,
Beneath a weeping willow,
With barely family enough to witness the event.

Four wheeled Slow rolling machine,
In comparison to today's technologies,
To ride a get away in sun lit heat. 
Black with shinning seats and room for four,
Or even five if they would squeeze. 
Two women, a daughter and a son, 
A life of running, identity hidden, 
Bolstered weapons for protection,
And an unending flow of cash.
Life seemed easy - at least when not being shot at.  

So call me not a child, 
For I have seen many years,
Felt the touch of lovers hands,
The cool of friends tears,
Felt the crashing waves,
As another life came to an end,
Spoke of many things,
And made otherworldly friends. 
Kiss my lips with fierceness, 
When I have yet again died,
I fear not the otherworldly,
So tell them not to cry.

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Around the corner

The café sleeps in a cinnamon haze, Alone at a table, I sip the bitter chocolate of memories. Regrets dance in my heart, Just as the scarlet leaves upon the pavement. My melancholy gaze wanders to the corner. A lonely man emerges, His icy hands clutching the fabric in his pockets. Upon seeing him I know, Brown eyes and all the rest, Carried me into the vicious illusion. I bite my cranberry lip in despair, For he is back, even though he never left my weary heart. Turn the corner yet again, And please liberate me from this gnawing nightmare. Remain behind the sharp edge of a wall, With the rest of my corrosive memories. 11/10/2014

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In the morning, I gather my thoughts of yesterday
Like the foraging chipmunk, collecting acorns 
And stuffing them miserly in my jowls
The past is sustenance for a somnolent soul 

As age condemns my faculties
I pull, from my once copious jowl
A jewel of sorts
A garnet set in fool’s gold

My memory is manufactured 
Assembled and disassembled
No longer what was or is or will be
But was and is and never has been

Confine my thoughts to winter
Where barren fields and sterile trees
Offer less to recollect 
Empty my jaws of these useless reminiscences

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I remember that night as if it were yesterday,
sitting and watching your chest moving rhythmically 
up and down as you took each breath.
Your face was that of tranquillity.
Your cheeks were scarlet from spending hours 
on the beach in the November wind. 
As your little eyelids began dancing in the moon lit room,
I couldn’t help but wish I was there in your dream.
The skylight allowed the moonbeams to shine down on you
and you were that night; my star.
I rushed to get my video camera to capture this rare moment.
Then sat there filming you, not wanting this serene moment to end.
Soon my son, you shall graduate from university.
So much has been lost since then, and the video?
Yet still when I close my eyes, I can see you there,
that warm feeling wells up once again in my breast, 
and that night has become one of the most 
treasured moments of my life.
It has been branded in my heart and soul forever.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest: A poem you have not entered in a contest #12
Poet Destroyer A

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In Memory of Love Letters

When I was walking today
with twenty pounds of books and lead
on my back,
a chill was in the air,
the sun shone with a cold glare, 
and it occurred to me that 
love emails are not the same as love letters.
Alliteration is lost and something more--
After waiting for an eternity from 
letter to letter,
we would relish every word and
treasure it up in memory and 
in the drawer of an antique desk.
Now we rush on to the next message -
delete, delete -
or maybe save 
until a bomb is struck overhead,
and an electromagnetic pulse
erases everything.

We never value what we have
while always wanting more
and taking pictures as we go.
Later we treasure the pictures
more than we did the moment.
He loved her, but he never said it,
only saying, “Everyone loves her”,
and writing poems about it
which she treasured worn and
yellowed in purse to purse 
through the years
drawing them out often
after he had gone to war and lost.

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i do not have the power to control what haunts beneath night's sheets nor the courage to send them packing from the depths of my mind nor the words to bid them farewell nor the freedom to learn how i am trapped my mind cries remembrance, the apple of your eye hides within a bushel of pain as a worm crawls circles around my life i long for a peck from warm lips not cold, stiffed imperfect ones like death's my lips peel beneath the folds of rare smiles and whispers of words from seeded pain my soul cries out in silence beneath the folds of life its bitter bite and darkness uncontrolled

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Grey Ghosts

I tiptoe through empty rooms, 
lest my footsteps evoke his presence.

I gaze at cracked linoleum,
still bearing marks 
worn into it by the old table legs.

Mother's face floats through
the smoky windowpane,
her sorrowful eyes pleading.

Neil stares downward 
at the uneaten food 
congealed on his plate.

Sarah's face is buried
in a limp rag doll,
clutched to her breast.

I glance down the hall, 
past the bedroom.
I will not go in there.

No need to visit old pain.
I turn my back
to the silent, cold house
and walk away from my past.

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Who I Was

and I remember the pilled-doctor 
rolling by, rolling by, and the beery
priest, in the sky, in the sky

and the woman in the taxi, oh my,
oh my, and her husband the pugilist,
big guy, big guy

and the lamp-posted street and the
beery priest and his altared feet,
all rolling by, rolling by

and the maggots in the trash can
meal long gone, meal long gone

and the yellow kitchen dish
squissh, squish,squish buttered 
frying fish,buttered frying fish

and the black, smiling police woman,
come to bed, come to bed;
and the little bouncing snappy dog, bounce
the ball, bounce the ball

then the man in robes from Pakistan, 
Pakistan, all the sights, if you can,
if you can;

and now I'm old, now I'm old,
with silver hair and linen shirts
and children three in pants and 

and if at night I stop and stare,
stop and stare;

I see who I was;
living there.

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Un-quiet Graves

on un-quiet graves memories grow flowers as time wilts your mind away geo.vuy. Jan.24.2014

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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

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He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
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.
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.
All results of

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Moments In Time

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

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

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

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

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The Peace Sign

The first time I remember seeing
 this peculiar sign to me...
This peace sign, was on the jacket
 of a guy much older than me
Just like that..I asked
 well, what does it mean?
It looks like a stickman, with his arms hanging down

He smiled and said, yeah...
 that's as good an explanation, as I've ever heard
Arms down, no more fighting, I'll spread the word
Then said, stay real kid, as he walked away
Smiled, - Peace - all of your days

Years later, I learned where he'd been
May the stickman, never raise his arms again .....

©Donna Jones

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I reminisce of childhood prowls, the mild Unfolding through lustrous summer sways That in my past, musings replay when twigs Are sprinkled with blossoms rare like pearls. I find myself wandering downstream On banks wading softly, entranced along fresh shrubs…a vignette of burlap and silk, Rustling like bright confetti that often Fine dewdrops envy my near sunset’s trend. And I could but possess the warm flavor Of buds in heat, my face dipped in their chests Hesitating to leave the lush of gold as Nightfall breaks. Then, floral tapestry churns Against a mural of summer’s rich pattern Up high, where lacquered glint from hillside bursts. Full moon rolls with amusement to cradle Dawn’s garlands, auroral as this child’s eyes; floating through next seasons when my tossed hair sweeps a cluster of maiden time's fanfare. ............... ‘ Flora Abunda’ … Contemporary Figurative Artiste Stephanie Deshpande in Contemporary Free Rhyme...Cyndi's Contest by nette onclaud

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Love Dies Alone

I need you not 
No longer in my thoughts
Wrecking havoc 
On who I thought you were…
Whom you masked yourself to be.
I love you once…
In the past
No more
No more heartless days
No more heartless thoughts!
I don’t need the memories 
You bestowed upon me
Nor the memories
That you once said you’d treasure…
 I loved you once
In the past…
I no longer see
Nor need you
Lingering in my memories.

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A Beautiful Reverie

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

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

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...

Sometimes, we dive,
In our lives...

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

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

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...

That life,
Might have an endless beginning...

All that remains,
Is to be reborn...

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A Special Memory

It has been the slow and steady race of life To emulate the tortoise and not the hare Using failures as stepping stones to success Not success but happiness key to success. That happiest day was 5th of August, 2005 Not begging but earning the award of Litt.D. From the World Congress of poets (Unesco). First time enjoyed the world casinos of Lass Vegas Met a love not with lust but of the platonic kind. Glimpses of the Hollywood’s glimmer and glitter Of love, life, literature, a brief lust of the loveliness. Sheer joy of controlled passions with peers and poets Conceived of 70 years delivered in a single day.
+++ September 18, 2014 Form : Free Verse Fifth Place win

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The old cypress steadily marks her walk Where trembling birds roost under misty rain, And pauses along a washed-stoned graveyard Shrouded by tangled vines of littered memories... Gentle her breath the breeze upon heaving chest While threadbare leaves stoop on this marsh Breaths linger deep to caress edges, That only winds understand a twin-soul gone... Just before the stars faded on her prayers She strides down the lane, to cross a wooden bridge Until arms of ocean below her throbbing feet Carry scenes and vignettes of a distant place; Flushed ashore like splinters of ocean glass. Contest: Heart and Soul by Kelly Deschler

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Today I find yesterday's essence still tarries within my mind I try and wrap myself in thoughts of you to regain warmth from November's wind the trees are less blushed than I as they stand naked from this weathered touch I feel you in a winded breath like a tongued whisper against bare flesh the lake mirrors my reflection as I smile back through its ripples as if fingered by the soft caress of your hands I can see the sun paint passion's red across the sky I get lost in the depths of you within me and climax between the folds of this day

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Fade to Black


My life it seems has had its share
of shining moments, recalled with
fondness when some achievement
let me stand awhile inside the light.

But when the bulb more faintly burned,
and shadows ruled the day instead.
Then it was that I have seen the rabid horde
rush to steal the fading rays and claim
that it was they who once before had
kindled the amazing spark and
more than once obtained the praise.

And so my trophies gather dust
and tarnish high upon my victory shelf— 
wilted blooms of a forget-me-not life,
which no one seems to remember.

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The Ice Cream Truck

the ice cream truck

do you remember in fourth grade when it was the end of the school year?
kids running around in class, volunteer parents planning for field day events, teachers grading tests.
a year's worth of crafts and colorful displays filled the walls like wallpaper.
you can hear singing from the kids in room 4b, ms. mcdonald's class.

the weather outside was a balmy 80 on this june day.
text books, paint brushes, and the obligatory pre-chewed bubble gum filled the desk cavity.
the assistant principle announces something inaudible on the speaker system.
and we are fast approaching the anticipated summer break.

summer. that's when spring lovers finally kiss and the butterflies leave their cocoon.
birds singing and the flowers are saturated with their red, blue, and pink hues.
the last day of school is finally here and the children ride the bus for the last time.
vacations. swimming pools. ocean city. the smell of hot dogs, grass and humidity.

jersey summers are hot. really hot where i grew up. you sweat just by looking out the window.

then one day, the familiar sound of circus-like music faintly approaches town.
louder and louder until everyone knows its the ice cream truck turning the street corner.
the famous mr. softee, or good humor truck, or some local self employed bearded man.
whatever it was, ice cream in all kinds, flavors, colors, and shapes was 25 yards and 25 cents away.

the music kept playing as children seemingly sprayed out of their homes in rapid succession.
a gathering soon followed with parents and children standing all against that delicious truck.
chocolate. peanut butter. vanilla. strawberry. cookies and cream. cookie dough.
sandwiches. bowls. cones. smoothies. sundays. sprinkles. nuts. oh so yummy!

i miss that ice cream truck. i miss those days...

...and i miss you just as much.

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I would like to fly away - - -

To soar, take wing, take flight, glide ~ Be detached, apart from this life's reality Where past sorrows shroud my remembering To seal the heavy door to the past And to flutter on the edge of dreams To tremble, hover, grasping, peaceful and happy In imagination, floating and drifting Like a breathtaking butterfly with gossamer wings But then, but then ~ The cold fingers of the past come creeping Monsters, ogres, beasts of the long ago Memories screaming, shrieking, shattering my soul The beautiful lost in the carnage Oh the tears, the weeping, the eternal floating sadness The heavy door to the past is bolted, secure Impenetrable with many padlocks and thick chains Where anguish and bliss entwine in an endless battle And happiness died long, long ago But from time to time, whispering A single memory finds a way From under that weighty door locked, chained And I crush the sweetness to my broken heart, weeping . . . April 28, 2013 Free Verse

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The Hollywood hills still echoes with his 
Rebellious yell, we are the forever young
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.


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Memories Beyond The Door

As an ordinary man I have ordinary needs
and doubts, laments and dreads. 
I have strong knowledge of right from wrong
but little stomach for the fight.
And so I know too well of memories that lurk
beyond a door too easily opened.
Memories I would simply shun,
had I the strength of mind to think me guiltless.
But spectres sometimes haunt my waking hours
and I must fend them off like nightmare’s terrors.
Costs of deeds that were not done,
or best were left undone,
of loves lost or scorned,
words said and silences kept,
sights seen but turned from,
and wrongs witnessed and left not hindered.
Such memories bar the sanctuary of sleep,
their talons from my conscience claw bloodied raw regrets
and I wish other men to be as weak as me,
and know there is no god.

3rd of May 2013

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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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Flowers die,Pictures fade

I wrote this in memory of my uncle.

Flowers die and pictures fade,attempting
to erase every memory ever made.

Letters are lost while the clouds roll in,
letting the rain pour and the sadness begin.

Feelings are lost and people pass on,showing
us we're the one's who have to be strong.

GOD gives us strength to keep our head held high,
not letting the wonders of the world pass by.

Love everyday and you will see,miracles
happen when you believe.

Nothing can stop you from living your life,
even when the pain cuts like a knife.

Some family we've lost and some still remain,
leaving only love and happiness to be gained.

Some memories fade while the best never die,
leaving you with feelings of wanting to laugh and cry.

People make the biggest impact without even trying,
then everything changes when they are dying.

Ton's of faces get lost in the crowd,
to your surprise certain one's stand out.

GOD gives you love and never leaves you alone,
providing a loving family along with a good home.

Life will bear obstacles and put you to the test,
but you have to be strong and always try your best.

Never back down from any hardship thrown your way,
it will make you stronger until your last day.

Say what you feel in your heart and never back down, even
when your taking your last breath take one last look around.

Angels are singing a song only you can hear,
complete the last part with an open heart,
and absolutely no fear.

                                         Flowers will die and pictures will fade,
                                   but your memory is one that will always stay.

                                       In Loving Memory of my Uncle
                                             You will be missed dearly.

                                                   MAY 28th 2012

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I take a first step after you  go.
Then find it hard to move alone.
I walk in every memories where you belong.
But couldn't see the shadow of your soul.
Inside the train or in a bus.
I wish you're sitting beside me.
But in a glimpse, you lost like a wind.
I was left alone suspending my tears.
Thinking of the days we laugh together.
While exchanging kisses 'til we partways.
But those were just  part of a dream.
That I still hold until then.
I hope one day, our crossroads will meet.
To hold you once again,
To feel you breathe.
To kiss your nose down to your lips.
To keep you warmth in my embrace.
To burn my soul with your caress.
Today, I'll take the steps all alone.
Holding the hand of your ghost.

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Memory Lane

I took a trip down your memory lane
searched for myself 
but I was nowhere to be found
It seemed like you erased me
left me hidden beyond the shadows
rewrote your feelings
silenced our meaning

Everything looked the same
your mothers house
the swing 
the tree where I carved our names
the rose that I picked from the garden
it somehow was held in anothers hand

He was taller
more handsome
hair blowing in the breeze
I felt lost as I fell to my knees
how could you forget me with such ease

You more beautiful than I remember
A gorgeous angel born in September
Black hair and Raven eyes
seeing you made my spirit rise

I listened as you whispered his name
how could it be, mine was the same
was this all some silly game

Within your memory was an enhanced me
the two of us there kissing under that tree

On memory lane I'm who you wanted me to be

Trying something new, I reduced each stanza by one line.

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The Artist

Do you remember our first kiss? It`s captured eternally, on the canvas of my heart. The oil of our pinnacle painted by Times' lasting brush. Relived everyday, I refuse to let the moment dry. Depicted, is day idly laying back as night mischievously races forward. The enchanting hour, sunset, vivid colours. Picturesque. In the moment itself: the rhythm of life slows magic sways in the air thud..thud..thud moans the impatient guardian of my chest. The itch of my desire anticipating the soothing massage. The agonizing wait, your infuriating deliberation. Remember? The stars appeared. Murmured. And were ignored. Tongues tangoed. Oblivious to time. Uncharted territory finally discovered. Finally claimed. Can you picture it? Our living masterpiece.

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Childhood trifles

those days the sun flew like corn flour 
freshly ground at the millrace 
even in winter it was yellow  
when I pressed it down with my thumb 
like an unfastened button on my chest 

I hardly cut my way with a stick 
through the tall weed field 
until my knee high socks 
were filled with thistle tassels 
jumping over the fence like a thief 
into our apple orchard
so no one knew where I was 

when the Big Dipper rose over the barn 
I slipped on the manger’s opening
inside freshly cut grass 
stealing my grandma’s small chair for milking  
singing for the young foal with caramel skin 

those days all hearts were red and warm 
in the shape of a gingerbread heart 
each star was a story 
whispered by fairies in the daffodils’ glade

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The Locket

"Time doesn't stand still the way our hearts do, when it locks onto a memory and suspends it, holding it, caressing it, gazing deeply into it and sucking at it gently hoping to savor again one last time, the sweetness of a time otherwise gone by and forgotten.

Bittersweet with a slice of heartache is all that comes to be now, when I linger there, amoung the shadows.  I often question why I stay so long, why I come back at all, what am I hoping to find?  The answer is forsaken and elusive, but no longer persistant, the call that used to be like a siren song is long become an echo, fading delicately like the waves that dissolve against the shoreline.

Love is like a mockery to our senses and the mind tries often to rationalize the ashes of that which can no longer be rekindled.

Stubbornly kept, selfishly hidden, like a treasure all its own, a part of you remains deeply embedded in that which will always be me.  Like neglected orphans we continue to dance under the moonbeam of innocence, lost among the tall grasses of an ebony field, our whispers reflecting off the water, our laughter entwinded within the grasp of tallest oaks thick branches, snared for a naked moment, before slipping away & fading amongst the diamond eyes of the never sky....

She smiles faintly as her fingers trace the silver chain that adorns her neck, remembering the memories deep within the chambers of the locket, far deeper than any faded photograph." 

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I stare through the rear window as 
the car begins to move away  
With tears running the gamut of my 
Face my body trembling and wet with 
I choke with anger as the contempt
For this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail 
It is then that the memory of her tear
Filled puffy red eyes as she is cloaked
In a moment of sadness
Is imprinted on me 
And I became a broken child
On a journey to a world that seemed
To be without conscience
For no longer could I be her 
Protector and me the center of her 
As the weeks turn to years the years 
To decades
A bitter emptiness haunts me
For when I search my memory  
Nowhere do I find ever saying  
The goodbye word 
To my little sister 
And I cry 

Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996

Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved

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Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
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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Bruised Peach

Never let go, the
strand of my hair
tucked behind 
your stare

Exquisitely soft,
as my fingers

Even the simplest
of touches, burn
their imprints
into the skin,

So that every root
and every vein
I have felt, 

Whispers your name.

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Dreams they're all around me,

it's hard to tell  real life.

Monsters like in fairly tales,

my emotion turns to strife. 

The sun starts getting closer,

my skin it starts to burn. 

I look for somewhere to run

but don't know where to turn. 


He makes his way towards me majestic also wise,

it was hard for me to distinguish between what's loving and what's lies.

My heart it starts to flutter,

My body starts to fall-

I try to scream out for help 

but I don't know who to call.


Thus the journey's over,

now I'm on the ground.

Tears fall from my eyes-

my heart nowhere to be found.

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                 Memories on branches I dearly recall, 
                   tell the story of [our] last autumn, 
                   flowers bloomed in different hues, 
        in the shade of cherry blossom tree, I sat with you. 

             You tied a pink ribbon you got from my hair 
                in a branch, it swayed as the wind blew. 
                I felt the calm and joy that day brought, 
         while laying on your lap, singing a song so dear. 

                 Time ran so fast, snow started to fall. 
                     A frigid place, a chilling soul. 
                          And the ribbon glistened 
             like a fairy's wing under the moon shadow. 

                   The season changed, spring aglow. 
      I embraced the sun rays passing through my window. 
                    The place warmed my lonely heart. 
         Staring at the pink ribbon you tied on the branch. 

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A Flame Without a Match

The first flame will always be its own.
None can ever mirror it.
A second flame born of the same candle
may be coaxed to life;
but 'twill ne'er be the first.

Go ahead, grab the matches, grab the candles,
everything you need to start that fire.
Light that first flame.
Revel in its fervor, enjoy it while it lasts;
don't be too sad when it burns itself out.

Try to light that same candle, a second time;
if indeed it can be lit at all,
it won't thrill you the same.
Yes, it's still fire; it still mesmerizes,
still creates that heat, and still burns.

But 'twill ne'er be the first.

Now, take a second candle, and put
flint and tinder to that one instead.
Watch it, live with it, savor it -
and when that one too eventually dies down,
riddle me this one question.

That first flame is oft times the fan favorite,
but which, in the end, is truly more precious -
an attempt and mayhap success, at a second,
imitation flame,
or a fresh first, with a different candle?

Make no mistake, on rare occasion that second flame
of a first candle may even be better than the first.
Yet, even were it more ardent than the last,
every single fire is unique -
and some small part of you will always remember that first flame.

Any others may be
more wonderful and fierce,
may be slovenly mimicry,
or may be raw magic in their own right -
but 'twill ne'er be the first.

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The Train Whistle

When I’m drifting softly to sleep
I often hear a faint sound from 
across the valley, the whistle from 
a passing train, mysterious and lonely.

In my mind’s eye I can see its shadow
plunging into the darkness..
Only the wind left in its wake.
It takes part of my heart on its journey.

A lonely child played on the tracks
Arms outstretched, balancing.. bowing.
The old station..castle, fortress, friend.
Dreams of far away places and adventures..
In passing, a hand raised in greeting..a gift
to savor when twilight called me home.

Now, when I hear the glorious whistle
I pause to remember, in a way to grieve
the past.. and in perhaps, on occasion, the present. 
The train rumbled on…..into the night.

written in 09

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Cold Beers and Voyeuristic Cannibalism

I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty 

from the soap of mental suppression,

that the callouses are from hard work,

and not from picking my bones back up

off the floor on a daily basis;

ragged, dry, and weary. 

Every fairy tale has a root,

stapled into the hard soil of truth.

They all have a moral,

some sort of clerical error 

born from life’s shadow. 

We watch, hoping to learn 

from the missteps of someone

else’s intrepid imagination,

some 4D revelation singing

lullabies to the young heart

of humanity.  

And they bend to the fickle 

will of greedy creativity, 

making the yoke less bitter

so that we can tongue the purge

of denial without pouting. 

I’d like to pretend that my hands are clean,

that I don’t whisper cold lies into your palms,

watch you drink from the frosted glass

of my sincerity; Hope that you don’t blink,

that you won’t notice the blood bubbling 

up, and over my shiver before you finally

finish this story. 

I just want you to understand.

This isn’t poison.

This is merely me bleeding out,

and hoping you’ll learn to love the 

taste of fire kissed oxymoronic metaphors,

served up with juiced will and the vegan

flesh of my inhibition.  

So that you can see through my eyes,

know where I have been,

and how it felt to be consumed.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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In 1925  the birth of the King of the Underwood came forth
and some  21 years later, he would grace us with his wisdom
as well as his politics, quotes, manuscripts, short stories and then deliver to us Ben Hur
and Lincoln. His name was Gore Vidal and today he still "is".

I picture him typing on his Underwood in his various villas (of which he had many)
writing his own manuscripts chiefly because he despised, like most writers, interruptions 
unless it were as he said, " to have sex or a television appearance, both of which he lauded.

 Today Vidal leaves us with, " We are permanently the United States of Amnesia. We learn nothing because we remember nothing."

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The Hours of Alzheimer

The Hours of Alzheimer 

It starts ticking away slowly
Longer needed to search what’s  known.
Watching the hand jerk 
Minutes passing
“Twelve is for noon, then?”
“Yes.  Yes, Daddy!  Just like that. 
  Twelve noon is lunch.” 

Very gently, oh so sweetly,
Out of love and kindest thought
Offering words and filling fissures
Keeping pace and instant beating
“The,     oh, you know, the       oh how silly, the     the box thing”
“Yes, the box thing, the clock,  Daddy.  Says it’s 3 and time for tea.”  

Now impatience starts its tapping
Chasms stretching longer still
Wanting this moment
 to stop its running
“I       I       please      fork       I     I   food”
“Oh, of course, dear Daddy.  Dinner time.  
  Here, your fork. ”          

Interval waxing
Memory waning
Lingering in the distance
This cavity expanding 
“ I                   I       I            I”
“Oh it’s last course time Daddy.  Some dessert, then time for bed.”

Midnight falling
Thoughts abandoned
Cadence silent
Dead of night

First published: Poetry Quarterly

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Walled In

The paint recalls, layered and petulant, groans
mindless in its ground, it decomposes.
Granules of hematite, pale traceries of gypsum,
the crevasses of cave wall are soot soothed.
Layered and petulant the palm of man appears
charcoal dusted, amongst the antelope and bison.

Do you hear the drum’s call, the hollow 
wail of bone flute, the slap of bare feet, 
the drone of chant?

Red-lead or orange crystalline roars atop
the gummy white in Pharaoh’s tombs.
See the deathly desert and the blood of power
as it paves the way; ochre, gypsum, 
copper blue, groan mindless in its ground.

Do you hear the drums call, the hollow
wail of wooden flutes, the rattle of the tambourine
the clink of bell, as bare feet dance entranced?

Decomposed, composed, each grain 
calls to mind pale traceries of the ages left behind.
Soot-soothed, charred coal outlines the faces
of God and man upon the walls of time.

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I wish I could see you again.
Hear your laugh,
See your smile.
Feel your arms around me,
Look at your face and feel you smiling at me.
See you smile at me,
Only me.
Hold your hand,
Even though I’m too shy. 
I’m laughing at myself now,
This wasn’t meant to sound so romantic.
It was meant to be simple,
But I started writing and the pen took over.
I hope telling you these things,
Doesn’t make you want to go away.
I like being around you,
I hope telling you all this doesn’t scare you off.
I wish I could tell you everything,
Let it all go and be myself.
Sometimes I want to,
More than anything.
But I don’t know if I can.
Seventeen years is a long time to hide,
A demon behind the innocent smile of an angel.
To just let go and open up.
Release the side of you,
Buried so deep.
I thought it was impossible,
Until I met you.
You brought out a side of me,
I thought died long ago.
Breathing life into the real me.
This demonic little girl,
Forced to hide behind an innocent smile.
A shadow,
Bent on self-destructing.
But with you,
It’s different.
I don’t know why or how,
But it is.
So I can’t wait to see you again,
To see what you think of me.
To see if you run, to see if you stay
When it’s all said and done.

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Do You Remember

It started with a silent night;
As the winter winds howled outside,
it took only a few seconds;
And all of a sudden the tears began,
Like a rushing river they flowed from my eyes-
Because all of a sudden I knew;
And I was afraid.

Flying out of the bed,
I ran and ran;
I couldn't stop,
So I kept going and going,
And when I had found it-
the deepest darkest place in the house,
I curled up and hid;
Because I knew!
About the pain-
All too frightening,
I couldn't hide the fear anymore!
Of being forgotten,
Of being alone,
The fear of every drop of my blood-
Falling in vain..

It took all too long to realize;
The cuts were getting deeper,
And the chains clenched tighter,
Like the teeth of a viper around my throat-
And the thing I feared more than all else,
Had almost taken me within its grasp;
And with each passing day, they came,
Another infinity of sharp red lines on my wrist-
But no longer would I endure,
No longer would I choose suffering!

Because, I was..tired of being afraid,
Tired of all this pain;
What was it all for anyway?
To endure? To live on knowing that I made it?
The fear had been merciless;
And I wouldn't confine myself to this any longer,
Because; I figured it out...

People were made to be free.

The world used to be meaningless,
Life had no point to me- but then,
I thought; And my wondering brought discovery,
And that discovery became an epiphany;
My epiphany! Dare I say it,
The fear of death was left behind;
There was only one cure for my condition-
They called it inspiration.

And I knew from that point on how to conquer death,
Memories- dearest memories- of me,
Would have to stand the test of an eternal clock;
It always ticked, on and on,
And I created, ever passionately,
So that people might remember,
Even after such a mournful passing,
And only one question remains:
Do you remember?

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They came yesterday, early as dawn itself

They came with shovels and trowels

To give protection from the winter

To the rose bushes that you loved

Shortly after lunch I heard Oliver barking

It was his angry bark, his sound of offense

For the worker was digging and exhumed

Your scarf from the tangled roots of roses


I gave the scarf to Connie, I remember

She was little then, five or so 

And she visited to ask for something of yours

To keep and remember

When she went home and her mother asked

What she had done at our house

She said, “I just sat on his lap

And helped him cry.”


It comes to me now, later she asked 

About the scarf again and I assumed she lost it

But now there was the evidence

Oliver also had a need to remember

And put his souvenir of you

Beneath the bushes you so loved

And the workman held the scarf to me

And I told him, “Put it back.”


He comes to me at night

It is his ritual of companionship

Sad-eyed and with mournful whimpering

He comes to my arms and licks my hand

And we are together before the fireplace

Watching shadows dance across the walls

Each remembering the moments that were ours

Each guarding a part of you in the roots of us

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Ordinary Chair

He sits down in an ordinary chair
Painted a powder blue
The rounded back feels familiar
Much like his grandpa
Grandpa had sat on this same chair
Bounced him on his knee
Read him stories
It does not seem so very long ago
Time has a way of sneaking up on you
Now he's grandpa
Sitting in his favorite chair
This is really quite extrordinary

The Ordinary Contest
Sponsored by: Black Eyed Susan

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A Poem for the Fallen 44: A Tribute

Heroes of my age in their morning mourn,
Filled with teardrops of pain and sorrow, 
They'll be now part of the epic history, 
But the cloudiness of who ones's fault still remains a doubt for justice,
When all lies in secrecy,
Can we blame peace and harmony? 
Where we are all thirsty. 

The masters of war behind the walls,
Safe and sound from the bullets of death, 
The heroes in order and duty,
When guns can't do anything for victory, 
When bullets can't do anything for survival, 
They hide behind the seeds, behind the prayers
Behind the first fallen hero.

They, who are grabby for one's life, for one's blood, 
Thirsty for distraction of one's covenant, 
They, who pulled the trigger, who ought killing is a game, 
Shooting one's body as if a little toy, 
Like the Trojan war of old, was trapped and deceived.
Will their consciences arrest them?
Will forgiveness forgives them? 
When they will die?

In service, for security the heroes died, 
To sacrifice one's life in the name of duty, 
A peace we wish is a peace they're yearning?
Or an inside job for another piece of power?
Who knows, we only care
But the Man can see them behind their masks, 
Through their eyes, inside their brains.

The agony and heartaches they leave behind, 
The scars that'll bleed for justice and life, 
For the woman of love, alone in coldest times, 
Somehow tears may dry by the aging of time.
For the cries of baby longing for daddy, 
Searching for brawny arms that will lift them, 
The baritone voice that will laugh with them.
Now change of path, life will never be the same, 
The light will also be now the wall.

All will pass, all will calm like an ocean after the storm,
But justice still pursuits justice, must not hide from another demise, 
Will give them the truth? Will the lives be not wasted?
Afraid for this will be one of the unresolved cases, 
Repeats the failure of my Country, 
Their coffins, their graveyards, in memoirs for the heroes 
Once the stewards of us, once the fathers of Country
Worthy of prayers -for them, for families and for justice.
We salute the Fallen!

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Land of the free

Land of the free???

Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses, yearning to breath free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shores,
Send those, the homeless,
Tempest-toss to me,
I lift my lamp besides the golden door
Enter welcome to liberty
Come enjoy this land
A nation built by the sweat and blood of immigrates
A chance for freedom
A chance for the American dream
We come along a way from that statement
From embracing arms to protest rallies
Hate spells from the top down
Laws passed to shut down the boarders
If the dream is to live America
Like those who came many years ago
Why is it now
That we do no longer want 
The tired, the poor, the homeless
The children who suffer the most
Scared of the mob formed
Chatting slogans on hate
It is the norm to make fun of this situation 
Who will do the work Americans will not do?
They are stealing jobs from Americans 
God’s presence is sprinkled over the founding fathers
From their beliefs 
To our constitution
Where has the love gone?
Why do we now not practice what god taught us
Love thy neighbor as you would love thy self
Are we now a loveless nation?
Are we now a Godless nation?
Here in America you must speak English first
If that is the case 
Then why do I not hear us speaking the language of Native American 
Go back where you come from
We do not want you here
Send back lady liberty
We seemed to have forgot her message
We have Forgot the nation that embraced the lost. 

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Nothing to lose

Broken, Cold, Empty, Devoid of hope
These are the forgotten generation
These are the few who stood up
The young that fell for such a cause

Lost, scarred, unremembered,
These boys sent with hope of glory
Learn instead what it costs
To die a nameless death

Over they go with nothing to lose
Over they fall with nothing to lose
Over they die with nothing to lose

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If This Hat Could Talk

If this hat could talk, it would tell you many things
Emotions from the heart, and the beginnings of many dreams. 
This hat would reveal about the long drives taken along the open road
Where the summers stayed hot and the winters were cold.
Where love was in bloom and marriage could not come any faster
When a moment stood still, waiting to hear for an answer.
A time for listening to laughter, with children, family and friends
About loss and heartache, when a loved ones life ends.
Oh the stories this hat could tell with recollections to disclose
Like secrets that have been hidden, never to be told.
This hat is special, one of a kind, so you see
Dear to my heart with a lifetime of memories.

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My First Airplane Ride

Well there I was twenty or so and never been in an airplane just so happened two new friends of mine, were pilots

With many hours logged time after time

They even had an airplane of their own, which they had just flown over my house

Get off your butt, come have some fun, let us see one of your smiles!

So I climbed into this pop can with wings, anxious as the engine started to sing

Down the runway and up we go, the lump in my stomach started to show

But as I started to look around at the patchwork of beauty on the ground

I began to enjoy this soaring through the air, just looking around

Then these two ornery buddies of mine, looked at each other and grinned

I asked OK what are you up to? Oh nothin' just taking you for a spin

They turned and went low down over the lake, well OK this is kinda pretty

But they knew one wing was out of gas and soon would sputter, spit and quit!

Well needless to say when the engine stopped, I went all white in the face

They said, don't worry sweetheart we're OK, we can glide her in all the way

In? In where? The lake? You didn't ask if I could swim!

They had planned this (joke) for me for quite some time

Wanted me to always remember my first airplane ride

After a few seconds they switched the tanks and started her back up

Up, up and away we went back to the clouds above

I don't know if they cured my fear of flying or made it worse

But, I can tell ya some time later - swoosh swoosh - I hear 

As I took my very first helicopter ride!

©Donna Jones

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Your Memory Haunts Me

No matter what I do
I cannot get you out of my head
I move on
And your memory still haunts me
Days can go pass 
Years even
And your still here
I cannot let go
I cannot erase you
The agony strikes my chest
My heart breaks over and over again
I keep going on and keep writing and the pain remains the same
I cannot stop the rhythmn of the shame and painful ache you created
Everthing seems to bring you back
I stop and always think back
Why did you make the choices you made
Why was I not good enough for you
Was I the mistake
Did you regret you found me
Why do I think back to you
I wish I could just let you free from my mind
I wish I no longer felt for you
I wish I was numb
I wish the drip of morphine ran through my veins
I could erase you forever
And the memory would no longer ruin my mind that keeps you locked inside forever.

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There's not much to say.
I knew her, know some things,
but certainly not all.

I know how little she put up with fools,
how her cooking surpassed so many others',
how simultaneously sweet and hard she could be.
I know about her smoking,
about her jewelry, her faith,
all these I'll hold close to me.

Every single spark, every star,
shines with such a glow, such a marvelous radiance,
that we can't gaze too closely at it,
lest we cause ourselves pain.
And yet, despite ourselves, again and again,
we do;
because it's not within us to resist
the sheer beauty of it all,
of stories and of life.

A bouquet of tulips for you.
We all miss you already, Grandma.
I miss you.
I know Heaven's got you, taking no guff as always,
making sure we're all doing alright.
I love you.
Andrew James (McGillicutty) Sprouse

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An Elephant's Heart

They say an elephant
Never forgets-
I put memories in poetry
So I'll never forget-
An elephant weighs
Ten thousand pounds;
A picture carries
The weight of
A thousand words-
A poem is a picture
Without a frame,
Creates an image
In your mind,
Creates an idea,
An emotion;
Creates- something-
In your heart...
I don't know how much
The heart of an elephant
Weighs, but they say 
Grief can break
An elephant's heart-
I suppose that's the 
Drawback to

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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt

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His First Love

I remember the heavy round wooden tables
Built low to the ground,
Just right for kindergartners.
He would always sit close. 

I didn't notice. 

Out-of-doors on the playground was a giant oak.
He made me an acorn pipe, then taught me how.
I made lots of acorn pipes, giving them all away;
Even his. 

He stood quiet with little fists pushed deep in his pockets.
But I didn't notice. 

The sun was golden
Shining through high windows
Down on the low round table,
Particles of dust dancing merrily on the beams. 

He handed me a present,
And as the royal blue paper with tiny pin stripes 
Crossed the sun's rays
The stripes lit up like diamonds. 

Gently opening the paper,
Careful not to lose the sparkles,
I could feel the whole class watch.
I was embarrassed. 

Inside was a book about a velveteen kitten.
She was black and feminine.
She wore a pink bow,
And she was fuzzy to the touch. 

I treasured that book.
As time went by I rubbed the kitty's fur
Until she was loved slick and smooth. 

I don't remember saying thank you.
I'm sure I did.
Surely the teacher would have reminded me;
There in front of the whole class. 

Over four decades ago - yet - 
The memory of that special gift is as clear and bright
As was the sun beam that day.
And I would like you to know Jimmy Wilson; 

That I noticed. 

Note: An old kindergarten memory to share with you. Written about 22 years ago.

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Here i am again hiking near a mountaintop as the aroma of hibiscus reminds me of my charmed youth, of a serenity the winds cannot contain. As I reach the peak, my breath spills of gratitude, gently affirmed. It didn't matter if the trees are older now perhaps, rustling my grandfather and Dad’s sleeves--- or if the mossy ferns gather like wrinkled toes on a late afternoon. I was bathed with soft of light beyond the ridges inhaling the serene madness of a nature-child as if the moment stretched into a dance of family bonfire. I flow… and now, my sweet memory retains a journey of girlhood days: on Mt.Cordillera, the fullness of my spring lips, my summer cheeks embrace a rapture I cannot touch or cuddle in my arms. While gazing at how new stars emit their beauty; all I know is on this angelic evening’s bliss… I become a child of eight again. Anthony Slausen's Pinnacle Contest

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A seed of love planted in the soil of my heart

I sailed unaware into 
the ocean currents 
of her life:

smitten, I 
desired to ride 

them with her;
the ocean ways, a 

seed of love 

planted in the soil of
my heart had taken root 
and grew--only to perish 

a young hope 

that's fleeting:
though I loved her, 

still wounded

like a careless 

In spite of 
this and myself, 
I looked 

for encouragement
in her stare; 

at the outlines 
of her graceful 

I did wonder: 
she was 


a Helen of Troy, a prize, 
on whose loveliness 

so richly gorged! 

But never was 
a lonely man 
more wretched 

I was, 

as she could 
not return my

with equal measure of feeling.  

I would be more
glad had she been 
unwedded to another,

could easily be within 
my desirous 


In time, I 

her again;

and love, or the 
appearance of it--like 
an aborted 


flushed down the 

with her parting 
as well!

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Not a day goes by

Not a day goes by 
that I don't remember you.

A castle in my heart was made for you,
from the nightmares, to guard you. 

As the cold breeze passing through sings,
wrapped you, shielding with my wings,

when he came sneaky in the night,
the grim reaper, he dares might. 

with a slash from his scythe,
he took my wings too.

Flightless, wandering lost,
tired, fell kissing the dirt. 

Woke up one morning,
in the middle of the woods.

Down on my knees, pleading you,
"Dear brother! one word from you will do."

For now I know what love is?
but none I have to share it with.

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A Perspective of Time

A Future uncertain
 A Past now lacking experience
 A Present living, moving towards both
One of hope
 One of dread
 One contains both
One holds dreams
 One holds memories
 One holds both
The uncertain
 The lie
 The truth
Fate cannot control
 Free Will already failed
 One recognizes both exist
Time is measured then as perception and reality

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A Gift Horse

In Australian vernacular
he was a ‘flea-bitten’ grey.
Not dappled like a dream horse
but speckled like a rock and not a 
fine large horse like Tom Cable’s
roman-nosed, “Major.”

Dad, had traded for him- two rolls of barbed wire
and a fence strainer.  He came with a used saddle
 and bridle and the high spirits of
 the seldom ridden.

Before he would let us mount him, Dad
knew he had to take the 'curry' out of him.
 Rode him hard, through a ploughed paddock.
Rode him until he stood in a foaming sweat
ears sideways, subdued.

I can’t forget being led, those first few rides
“Don’t let go of his head, Dad” I’m not ready
yet,” and I knew the horse sensed the trembling
 in my being, until one day his bone- jarring trot
 became a solved puzzle.
I felt a gathering- a sense of balance between the 
pony’s mouth, the stirrups and the reins
and from a secret fulcrum
I was posting, “Let him go now, Dad”
I shouted, and my heart and  soul were
 floated to some rhythmic magic.
Around the homestead once and back
I cantered
I pulled the reins, “Whoa boy!”

That first halt, obeyed,  filled my head
for days and days.

Suzanne Delaney

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If Old Men Fought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Midnight Lullaby

I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.

You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.

We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.

When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.

Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.

You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.

Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.

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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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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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The seasons of us

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond 

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell


when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone


when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles


autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk 

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful


there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter 

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I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore

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For An Abused Child

If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...

I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music

And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...

Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage

I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...

And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums

... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes

I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks

I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...

I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You

Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew

So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured

Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"

* * * * * * *

But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had 
A Loving Mom & Dad

And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad

            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/12/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady

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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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Sweet child of mine

The stars they used to bring tears to my eyes
Dark skies, I cried as I prayed for daylight
You were my fragment of pain
I became swallowed in memorys of darkness
That used to come and go so haunting, the loss of you
Still is killing me, for you were gone so suddenly..

My first child
My first love
Now all I have left
Are the stars above
Not to mention
The glow of the moon
That always reminds me
That you were taken too soon
Tears fall down my cheeks
When your name is spoken, that's when 
These demons become awoken
The heartbreak
The despair
Losing your child
Is too much to bear
Sleepless nights
Dreams full of terror
Seeing the pain in your eyes
Everytime you look in the mirror

I can look at the stars now
With hope, instead of pain
You my child, did not die in vain
You will live through me, glow bright star
Glow.. Glow for me
And for all of 
The mommys to see
Be my guidance, keep me from the ledge
To you child, this I pledge:

I see your glow and I can now smile
Though I might shed a tear every once and a while
Just because, I'm missing you
But I promise I will pull through

Thank you spirits
Thank you stars
For welcoming my child
With open arms
Keep him safe
Give him love
And let him know I am with him
Everytime I look above..

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A Goodbye from All of Us

From that day to the next week, snow, rain and sleet -no sun.
Everything surrounding us is black,
Precious presents become precious past
Blurred cloudy water filling our vision
All together we grip, holding tight to memories taken,
Memories that have become dreams at night and haunt are days.
Were you ever here, my friend?
We whisper what could have been.

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i will forget you

just as i have forgotten my first kiss

and third grade teacher

you will be forgotten

and sent into the backyard of my mind

and forbidden to return


i will turn away from the push cart

with purple asters 

and ignore gazebos and river walks

i will not go where people mingle in twos

and where apple blossoms touch the air

i will be too busy forgetting you


nothing will be related to you

not the key hook you forced into the wall

or the tablecloth you scorched

because you turned for a kiss

everything will be what it is

without a remnant of what was you


i will forget you

even when dreams resurrect us

and you take vengeance in your absence

i was forgetting you with another

but saw the baby robin peak from its nest

and excitedly said, “carol, look!”


i will forget you

through every temptation and hint

daisy fields and haystacks

the first green suggestion of spring

you returning to bed for “just a minute”

i will forget you


but not just now

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On A Lonely Bench

Sitting on a lonely bench,

Memories got me blenched,

Your heart I tried to clench,

Though, the rains got me drenched,

From hearts I needed to entrench...


Your words not retrenched,

From things I wanted to bent,

While you often tended to bend,

Without letting me mend...


You, I tried to fend,

You borrowed and erased te times I used to lend,

Manipulated and used by you,

Pretending to be a friend...


From hallows I scended

From errors you descended,

My life wished to be attended.

Even though, you got me expended,

My hands were still extended,

Even though, you got me offended...


The times I misspended,

You still condescended me,

Though, the changes were about to be impended,

I was still amended,

And I was still intended...


But, I was not comprehended,

Even though, you were condemned and untamed,

While I was aimed to be blamed,

Still, more thing you wanted to borrow and gain...


Although, this is the end,

The ways, I will paint,

For the pains to get unbended,

As I contemplate nature and life,

With memories that swayed and portended,

As my soul slowly transcended,

While sitting on a lonely bench...

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A Christmas Past

It must have been around 1967, a Christmas that 
feels like yesterday. Funny thing though, I don’t 
remember unwrapping it, I don’t remember jumping 
for joy, but I’m certain I did. With five children we 
didn’t think of asking Santa for more than one gift. 
Oh, there were always more gifts under the tree, 
ones from our grandparents and of course mom
and dad. But that one, the one you wished for 
was never knitted socks or mitts or anything
you wear, it was something special like 
a toy or game. This one year the gift of all gifts 
came to me. We always visited relatives and 
good friends and I remember taking it with me.
I see it in my hands as I sat with my very own 
transistor radio in the quiet corner listening to 
the Boston Bruins playing hockey with my 
hero number 4, Bobby Orr. I had a ten year old 
girly crush on him and I was in heaven that night 
every time the announcer said his name. Many 
Christmases have come and gone since then, but
the memories of that radio with an antenna and 
two turning knobs I will never forget.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Hush of Christmas Past

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My School

My school is a very great place 
My school has an awesome Basketball Court
My school has an great library
My scool is the best place to be in

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Our Space Forever Held

Important blooming beautiful 
in you deep inside true
loving the time 
I spend in your company
please never doubt me in what 
I have said 
Really happily 
thinking all the time 
of you smiling so sweetly
dreaming in a sound of one sweet voice
kissing echoes warm softly surrender
Loving inside deeply cries
you are an noble maiden 
who dazzles across sweetly horizons
kissing moonlight thoughts faraway
Your light distant sparkling warmly
as the dewdrops fall silver
glistening a starlight love
Deep within this path standing 
golden sands we walk together
dream of dreams you dance with grace 
with great joy embraced for eternity

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longest highest lake suspended between mountains honors it name after thick morning mist disappears in light of a hill climbing sun forestall hillsides mirror in shorelines blue skies and white clouds color water one lonely little white bike-boat floats slowly with a tiny biker towards horizons of morning mist and mountain's corner behind the opaque concrete bridge connecting long-stretched little villages of few widely spread houses farms and some hotels the sounds of awakening worlds tell what time it is somewhere cowbells echo church-bells ring a car drives unseen a moped crosses the bridge a tractor engine starts two ducks slow down and land on the lake the white bike-boat returns to its wooden boathouse a little girl shows up just in time for breakfast in the posh Hotel "zür Post" and her transient life dictated by rules, regulations and obligations tomorrow she'll know how to find the key to her white bike-boat one more silent early rise a cherished ticket to her own world behind mountain's corner this year's last bike-ride will show more miracles and messages of her white lake ©Ellie Daphne Note: based on a German poetical entry and a little 'Kodak' black and white picture in my diary during a holiday in Austria @ Weissensee July 1971

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When dusk’s candles wax in the breeze, Night Keeper comes while stars are far I would trace loved ones miles away For in reveries they bask among the skies. So warm with wonder, bright with charm Could I but fix them beneath moon’s hues, Who do not let affections stray through time. How sublime this Keeper seem to caress This ardor lingering in whirls of smoke, Where flames of dream become a heart’s desire To wander as tapers drip of fragrant songs And cuddle journeys in hours’ waning notes. In my life kinship climbs through deep breaths All cherished in ticks of rain; yet I memorize Their hands well, knowing they do care through sun, Long miles, and clouds’ resplendent display… What wicker of years forgets; Night Keeper remembers.

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On nights like this

Half of the world is asleep

And black bellied clouds rest upon the mountains

Sending rain to punish my roof 

While heaven complains against the ebony night

Shadows dark as evil sprawl beneath the trees

And lovers laugh, dodging puddles as they run


Gutters gush, gargling the torrent

As half of the world is asleep on rumpled beds

While creatures watch from boughs and burrows

The sycamore slumps beneath the storm

Where a hawk is stranded on a sheltered limb

And streams and brooks boast beyond their bends


The scene is solemn beyond the window

Where rivulets slide, blending into each other like lovers

A glaring bolt slides over the peaks, through the clouds

And the clouds complain about it a moment after

As half of the world is asleep, but not me

I have too much forgetting to do about nights like this

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A Hospital Stay - Part VII, Finis


                                                      On The Road Back

Serious illness instructs its victims
In the miracle of the normal life.
Spend time starting over on things you never think of,
And a new appreciation dawns
For the marvel of Being-in-the-World.

     Crisis finally ended, they move me down
     So I may eat like a human again and gain the strength
     To walk geriatrically about the ward
     Creepingly, yet exulting in my newfound freedom
     From the Sargasso Sea of lines that bound me for so long.
     Soon they would send me home
     To where Gulliver's god asserts his primacy.

There is in every life that question never asked aloud,
Yet waits for its whisper in misfortune's ear:
Why go on?

Why the trouble of going on
When we know all things, after all,
Make an end of themselves?
What purpose served when Summer's light gives way again
To Winter's dark, itself to give way once more 
Before the furious blooms of Spring,
This cycling of changes running blindly 'round
'Til all together, when at last we're called away from being
Will soon enough leave not even faint memory
That ever we, or they, had been?

Why go on,
When all are orphaned in the end,
When in due time Time itself will cease to march
When even God may wonder
To what end He set it all in motion for,
Leaving only an original Mystery
To occupy Forever?

     Yet still all things contrive to persevere, especially ourselves,
     Despite our cursed knowledge of Finality,
     Knowing that none shall escape eclipsion,
     But sensing that the weight
     Of whatever we have made of our lives
     Will add its dram of meaning
     When the sum of it all is balanced together
     In the great equation of existence.

We go on for the honor of going on,
Because there is no road back
And the bridges burn themselves behind us as we go.
The going is its own meaning
Because all moments matter to those they happen to,
Are defined by those they happen to -
And in the happening
Each soul makes its bright flash in the infinite dark,
Illumines itself in silent declaration
That it once was, and dared to be,
Despite the vanishing that follows.

     When all is said and over,
     It's perhaps best we measure ourselves
     Against the blazing stars and wheeling galaxies
     To find that we come out the larger 
     Than they in all their magnificence,
     In our tiny, burning brilliance.

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A Hospital Stay - Part I

                              "Nothing my hide from the hidden."

                                                                   - Japanese Proverb


                                      Gulliver's God Goes Silent

Sir Johnathan's Lilliputians assumed
Gulliver's watch to be his personal god,
Observing how seldom he took action
Without first consulting it.

Time has come to be the Tyrant God of our frenzied Age;
The One Who Harries
The mass of us from here to there and back again
Crying down to the faithful the terrible slippage
The relentless loss of minutes, hours and days,
Unreclaimable all,
Shouting to us from our wrists, our walls and all things electric
The message of incompletion,
Of things undone and lost
In the unstoppable flood that sweeps us along
Carrying all we think we know
Towards some great, invisible and communal Terminus.

     The acolytes' wishes are served,
     In serving one so like ourselves
     Serving those unsatisfied by any sacrifice.

     The call comes in late September;
     A doctor's voice informs me
     Of a tale mad cells are telling
     As they gather themselves deep within,
     An aimless tide of their lives just beginning
     To flourish sans form or purpose
     Bringing destruction to the  temple they occupy
     Through their sheer abundance.

That was when, for the first time,
My part in the steady move towards the Terminus
Loomed clear and certain in my sight,
And joined the strong knowings of my heart.

A fluid anxiety filled me,
Running shapeless and invincible
And I felt, somehow, like I was drowning.

So it was that as another Summer gathered itself up for its death
I checked into the hospital
To be dropped into chemical oblivion
And laid out like an offering
To the spirits of Blood and  Mystery
Reading my organs through greengloved hands,
Interpreting the language of manic cells.

Skin peeled back like the pages of a book
I lay captive in the sleep of Lethe
As they read the script writ in red within
     Making decisions
     Correcting errata.

          And the god on the wall
          Moved his hands in passing across his face,
          But not for me.

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I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

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Watermarks of the time and tide - Second part

Watermarks of the time and tide! (Second part to abide by the word count limit)


My reason for living took a new meaning ever since I became a parent!

Loving, sacrificing, and caring are the best ways in which life is spent!

When you bring a soul into this world, you have to love that till you live!

Never thinking of what you will get back, only trying your best to give!

Your child remains a part of you, that you protect more than yourself!

Your child's well being comes first, all the rest can be put on the shelf!

Being a devoted mom or a pa is the ultimate zenith of your own creation!

The sentiments that you feel then could never be faked by any imitation!

You worry less what will happen to you, more what's your child's future!

Will there be someone to lovingly look after the selfless way you nurture?

As your little ones grows bigger, the larger and more become their needs!

Just as plants need more of the water and nourishment than mere seeds!

With time your vigor dwindles, as you slowly slither into your middle age!

Though you don't have so much physical power, you season into a sage!

Life has taught you lessons for years that have made you become wiser!

You want to share your wisdom, though only few take you as an advisor!

You get better at doing things efficiently, with your well thought out plans!

Most of us would vow that it is the most productive part of their life spans!

We've seen offsprings grow who've taken charge of their lives on their own!

They have formed their families making orchards from seeds we had sown!

We get lots of respect at work and in the society as we have achieved a lot!

The story of our life has unfolded to its climax from where it began as a plot!

Having seen our best years, we've started slipping into the precipice of old age!

Before we were so eager to move on, now we are wary of turning the next page!

We used to be so confident, aspiring to be in control of everything all around!

But now we must pull ourselves together to get going, we've unhappily found!

Sometimes ago we were always told we are fit and healthy, nothing to worry!

Now we've started getting cautions that for our next screening we must hurry!

We only had a pleasant rush of endorphins and adrenaline not that long ago!

It looks likes that those jovial hormones won't be there most of the times now!

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                                            "Flowers die, pictures fade,"
                                           my "Stolen Love" fades away.

                                            "If you only knew" how I feel,
                                             "Locked Behind a Dark Door"
                                                my feelings are very real.

                                            "Memories Beyond the Door,"
                                                   haunt me everyday,
                                               "The Lost Soul" is dying,
                                                   but begging to stay.

                                            "I Have a Dream," "So Far Away,"
                                           I have to believe, "Today's the Day."

                               "Dear Lord" "Please Believe" "You Have to Have Faith,"
                                 "On the Wings of an Angel," "It's Time for a Change."

                                                        Colleen Marie Bono
                                                          August 16, 2013

  It's all in the titles contest
  hosted by Adam Hapworth

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i smile when i think of the river banks

where we crafted myriads of paper boats

out of unused sheets from our high school notes.

we would watch them float freely yet slowly

they drowned when they could no longer resist

the temptations of the blissful waters.

true. flirtatious wind of wild summers

could make us sway, dance or glide heedlessly

but only a while, cause like paper boats

we had to surrender to the diktats

of circumstances and of willful times. 

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They stand before me in uniform columns

A mixture of snapshots and Polaroids 

As testimony to the time of us

Each is a witness to a moment that was

When I clicked you into permanence

And sanctified an instant never to be denied

There is the shaded image of you asleep

Your hand resting easily on the pillow

And I remember wondering where you had gone

In the passage through your dreaming


You are there with funny face and clownish pose

Sitting pensive and aloof beside the River Po

Lifting a toast, as if to us and all tomorrows

Somber and dejected on the day the canary died

You are there, made as forever as a statue

Immortal upon flexible plastic

And indelible upon my memories, you are there

Each photo a recollection, like ashes of reality

Engraved upon my soul in kisses and promises

You are there because I am your inheritance to you

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Goodbye My Friend

Sometimes you must take a second look.
What you might've seen may have been written in a book.
The memories, the truths.
The starlight, the booth.
We took pictures of that day.
That day we were okay.
But today is anew.
Everything we've been through.
Thrown away like a wrapper.
Blown up like a sapper.
Every thing you've said a lie.
The lies flown into my very own eye.
One day I will, we will all die.
Don't cry.
Flourish the past.
Embrace the future.
The world keeps turning.
The sun keeps burning.
Whether you're there or not.
Look at what you've got.
Money is just a virtue.
That you should've knew.
What do you have when the world keeps turning?
What do you know when the sun keeps burning?
All gone. All gone.
Have you enjoyed your life?
Did you apologize to your wife?
Did you say I love you to your kids?
I mean god forbid.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
My friend goodbye.
It's been a nice trip.
I'm sorry you had to slip...Away..

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Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.


By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.


In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.


In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.

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The black cloak wrinkled from a restless night 
Worn that day despite its negative appearance
Deep, deep black eyes look darkest from grief
Time only wears away the cloak's black color
Washed to a dull gray-black lacking luster
The fabric worn nearly through from its constant use

Each night's journey into the land of terror
Accompanied by the cloak so real that coated every dream
She would sleep, rest, and dream of reaching for her baby girl
Relive the horror of those black eyes a mirror image of self
Staring back at her set in death's grip, wide open and black
A dream that never went away for it was real life event
Dead at nine months old from pneumonia
Found by those living, deep black eyes that never lived again

My adoptive mother and father had a baby girl who died at 9 months old from pneumonia..My mother fed her at 2 A.M. and when the baby  did not awake in the morning as usual mother went to see about her and she was dead..

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Trails of red smoke surged from behind our house being ravaged with memories inside, treasures ashen without trace, without notice… I stood for a moment until bearings I found. The first thing I ransacked in the thick of dust a box of diaries with secrets tied through years regaling fond ventures of decades past: snapshots of how the glaze of sunsets calmed my nights, my life of poison and sweet wine doodled and scribbled by candled fingers. Pages that dried my tears and laughed at scorned lust, every step rolling into miles of bile or regret, mixed with sweet rivers of dreams immortalized… I can retrieve photographs and old songs but raw feelings written under lamps: to leave them like yesterday's trash, oh I cannot! Antiques Contest

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United Nations Plaza

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

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An Independence Day memory fragment - my husband and I along with our daughter and her small family have just set up our lawn chairs and blankets for the little ones along the crowded avenue from which we’ll view the parade. As the big event gets underway, we realize to our dismay the sun shines directly into our eyes making it difficult to see, but it’s too late to move to another spot. The sun beats down; I feel unexpectedly exhausted as my grandson gleefully shouts: Grandma, look at this! Grandma, look at that! A float like I’ve seen a dozen times before passes by my heavy eyes. . . The sun caresses my face so warmly, no other time have I felt so relaxed or so removed from everything around me in the midst of such a large mass of people. Knowing I should show interest for the grandkids, I still keep sinking into sweet oblivion while the world simply fades away. . . Written Sept. 10, 2013 for the Fragment Poetry Contest of Broken Wings

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Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket 
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me

When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart

I know, your icicles 
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes

Now you’re gone, 
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up 

I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.

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My Inner Breath Part:2

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

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

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

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Eternal Breath

See the chuckles of your children something has missing
The silent day that we used to have
The last cry that I ever spilled
Never know what brings me to these days

I don't have any clue nor any sense
Of the day when you tired of living
Your destiny seems like to be haywire
You rested on a beautiful thistly desire

Nighty night the moon sent its lambency
As your eternal breath continued your journey
Back to the nursery room through the gloom
See the babies asleep on your silent creep

In a second of gasp you're gone
I've been torn down by the barrier of my sanity
No tears that I abled to drop
For crowds already bathed you with their melancholy 

I still see you amid the empty space
I still sense you among all of us
Throw some jokes about sweet bitter of life
Your eternal breath continued in our times

Yanny Widjanarko 
Eternal Breath Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle

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A Collage Of Tears


I threw it in the garbage not long ago
It had not changed in many years
A collection of dreams and thoughts
Displayed on a board in calm tranquility
Not really a reflection of my troubled life
I had decorated it with butterflies and flowers
With happy pictures of those I loved
Their smiles did not bring me happiness
But a reminder of what is engraved in stone
Of what I have lost in this journey
A collage once held dear to my heart
Poetry, art, family, adventure, quotes, ideas
All beautifully assembled in groups
It included inspiring clippings and pictures
Things I wanted to accomplish in life
Nothing had changed in years and years
I often said to myself, I really should work on it
I never did and each time I walked by
It only shattered my very soul
One day I torn apart each lost memory and idea

September 28, 2013

Free Verse

For the contest, A Collage Held Dear, Craig Cornish 

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The Fountain Garden

Amid the flowers ever blooming, ever fragrant,
Amid the stone pathways edged with brick,
Amid the gravel I peacefully walk over, 
Hearing the slight crunch beneath my feet,
Here lies color upon color of hanging baskets and garden trims.
Here lie bushes of color to draw me in.
Cooler air and peaceful, beauty surrounds me like a cocoon.
And amid this a fountain of gentle beauty I do not wish to leave soon.
A fountain that totally greets my senses.
The running of water, the bubbling and tumbling over stone.
I feel the peaceful sounds deep and close inside.
A bench begs me- “Stop. Rest your weary soul. Feel the peaceful sound.”
Here the songs of birds do greet me as they eat from feeders above and
Drink from the fountains below.
Their colored plumage and delicate flight adding to the beauty bestowed.
Other fountains with gurgling water entice me from place to place.
What beautiful shapes and designs do I anticipate to be next?
Beside what peaceful flow of water will I next seek my rest?
I linger and forget my travails as I mentally rest.
In this shadowed and cool garden I linger to hear sounds and see sights 
Never to forget.
As I continue the journey an occasional bench begs my senses- to stop again.
Feel the peace. See what is here.
Some fountains have hidden treasures to espy.
Statuary nymphs and frogs peak quietly from gentle foliage nearby.
I beg to know what animals traverse here in peace within this world.
My mind begs me to write words to describe such delights.
I am enveloped in a feast before, behind, and surrounding my senses.
A trellis begs my attention in lush smells sent to my nose.
A trellis of color and unusual design to add to my prose.
A water sprite beckons my indulgence to notice her again.
Finally the tumbling of water sends me forward to a new treat,
Begging of my senses the new treasures for to eat.
Each a joy to behold. Each adding to my wish to never leave.
Eventually the world will again bend me to my knees.
But a moment I have gained of beauty to behold.
A memory to take in my sojourn, as my life unfolds.
Memories that can bring me back to this peaceful place in my mind.
Though only a moment, I have gained something precious to behold.
I now carry within a pocket of my mind- a memory to bring me back to
The Fountain Garden.


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skin is mortal

If my nostrils were bigger
My inhales would last forever
I can breath. 
Firstly. Profoundly. deeply 
Fill my atom with Suns

A glittering flowing breath
fly elaborately to Cairo
Sit on a nightly spot 
Warming the center of the world 

close the book
let dust manifest 
Why do we insist on coming back
If we hate it here so much
Why do we come to life 

The skin enveloping you
Is no match for the windy state 
Skin up my child
Reach out and fortify 

When they tried to kill 'your people'
They killed all peoples 
Death have no skin 
Skin is mortal

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I came unaware; a heartbeat 
comfortable in place 
forced onto existence 
on a starry night 
before the light began.

time opened up 
and reality flew by
on a memory tapestry
Interwoven signed and
sealed as a solitary life 

from the beginning
to the end, all was  
destined to be remembered
by thoughts alone
creations of vanity
shared in a connected 
cosmic consciousness 
we can only guess at.

CAK 3-25-2013


From birth to death
Life is a creation of unknown origin
intertwined and interrelated
with all earthly things.
existing in the end,
only in memory

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Diminishing Minds

“Yesterday” We could write each other a
“Worldly script” From the heart,
“Today” We have our fears
When pondering “Where to tomorrow”
Our “Two worlds colliding” As the
“Thread” Of our lives bares its soul
In “Thoughts of you”. We ask each other
Is this “The way it use to be?”
When trying to dwell in “Memories”
Oh so insecure. “Love is” We still believe
Never will it be just “A long distant dream.”
So we live on in “Hope”
Cling to a time “From there to here”
Revel with the “Ghost of an achievement”
Till it is time for us to be “At the final goodbye”.

© Harry J Horsman 2013

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St Stephen's Day

All year you were doing it

And refused to tell me why.

Each coin given in change

Was dropped into the empty coffee can

And by July, another can was needed.

December brought the Christmas tree

That you decorated with care

And when I asked what gift you wanted

You were annoyed

“We’re not buying anything,” you announced

With that special tone of finality.

Christmas night we sat together

Under blankets on the sofa

And you were happy

And I was lost in awe.

On December 26 you leapt from bed

And shook me awake.

“It’s Saint Stephen’s Day!” you proclaimed

Playfully poking your finger into my side

“Saint who?” I asked.

So all the coins were poured from the cans,

Counted and divided into packages

Of equal amounts before you pulled me

Onto the streets and into dismal alleys

“This is Charlotte,” you told me 

And gave her one of the packaged coins.

“This is Thomas,” you later said

And presented him with another of the packages.

You knew all of their names 

And I couldn’t understand how

These residents of alleys and park benches and bushes

Were known to you like old friends

I even noticed that Thomas was wearing 

That sweater I was missing from the closet

“In Italy,” you told me, holding my face

Within your hands.

“St. Stephen’s Day is a time of giving.

Isn’t it wonderful?”

And in that moment I didn’t know

If the day was wonderful

I only knew that you were.

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For My Dad

More than two years it be since me old dad had to fly. I miss him you know, he was 
my best friend. I miss the twinkle in his Scottish,Irish,American eyes, a kind and 
caring Gent was he. Times there are when I sit on the porch and talk to him, like he 
was there next to me. If anyone was to hear they'd think a loony man I be, guess I 
wouldn't disagree. At the the age of three orphaned was he, placed in the 
orphanage with two of his four brothers. Cruel treatment he did receive, still had the 
scars to witness the abuse they dealt him, undeserved though it be. Never did 
break him, stubborn he was, passed down by his anstery, can say the same for me. 
Great depression was on, none could afford another mouth to feed. At the age of 
fourteen put out on the street , all because he refused to stay with a farmer who 
wouldn't let him finish school. All the man wanted was for dad to be his tool. A little 
help from a friend and some kindly Gents, a sleeping room he did get. Worked three 
jobs finished high school, I told you stubborn he be. Old Uncle Sam drafted him then, 
a soldier they needed him to be. Only five nine one hundred thirty five he was 
soakin wet. Balck hair, hazel eyes, a fine looking lad was he. Thirty cal. machine 
gunner he was assigned, to everyone's surprise. Little man was he, but the heart of 
a lion he did have. From the shores of France to Berlin he did fight. Bronze star for 
valor, Holocaust memorial award, battle for Atlantic,European theater,Seinne river 
crossing, Rhine river crossing, battle of the buldge, army of occupation, all these 
medals he did receive. I know if they'd asked him do you want to fight a war? No 
thanks he would have said, for a peaceful man I be. The day they placed him in the 
ground, amist his World War II brothers, the sky was crying, and so was I. Taps for 
him they did blow, gun salute. Folded the flag and gave it to my mom, in her eyes I 
could see that her world had come to an end. Such pain in my heart, I just wanted to and flee. Instead I stubbornly stood there, to honor the memory of my dad.

In Loving memory of my dad: W. Jack Ross :  1924-2009: I still miss him.

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Freedom Remembered

In a zoo in a strange land
a zebra stands 
flaunting the bright stripes
 of a collective band 
against the russett tussle of leaves
 that exit trees before a cold wind.

He is far  from the windswept plain
of his dreams; that parched place
where drought adapted trees wane,
 until at last renewed by rain,
an over-night fantasy of growth
 glides greenly,
quicker than evening-tide.

Here, where Autumn has a strange glow,
bare trees, steal the dapple from his coat. 
Knee deep in a pile of red leaves
he yields the life blood of his soul,
flowing from a freedom remembered

 Suzanne Delaney

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A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."

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Elegy on an Autumn Day

Change comes sometime late August, a mellow feeling to the day;
A gentle sun, offering friendship, joins me walking in the lane.
Between defiant borders of late bloomers--proud yellow, maroon, and red--
Queen Anne's lace adds frilly softness to weed hardness, a smiling  feminine face.
The gardens yield up their richness, spilling ripe bounty from over laden arms.

Peaceful is the attitude autumn offers; a tender sadness trims the edge
Where silent stone markers gently gather beneath trees' reverent, flame-haloed heads.
The year is slowly dying . . . not fast gone like these quietly remembered,  the beloved dead.

September 10, 2014

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The moon was moving
Sunlight was making rainbow rings
Ran the whole day yet never found it tiring
Careless and fearless with what future would 

My father's shoulder was my priceless car
My mother's stick, got me ran far
My day never ended without getting a scar
Almost tasted my sweat, it was sour

Deep and clean rivers were my pool
Joined water games, I won it all
I wandered and played in my playground, that 
was the school
No lessons absorbed, all subjects were awful

My life was simple as rainbow, yet colorful
No one to please, nothing to prove
Climbed a tree then picked all the fruits
Trespassed, ran freakingly as chased by 

Were all these things made in my dreams?
Or were part of my childhood memories?

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The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.


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Grandma's refrigerator cake

Times were lean but life was good
When waste not, want not we understood
In the refrigerator all leftovers would accumulate
Come the weekend Grandma scraped it all onto a plate
She really cleaned it out; nothing was excluded
All were mashed and diced with sugar and spice included
Beaten batter with raisin thrown in; placed in the oven to bake
Thick butter frosting placed atop surely completed her refrigerator cake
All the grand kids now gathered about; to taste a slice so savory
Not only did we each get a piece of cake; we also got a memory

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Summer Rains

As kids, summer rains meant bare feet on wet ground.
A flotilla of paper boats were launched and nurtured along
A rain-made stream to a not-to-distant shore.
Mighty sailors we'd become on those days of long ago.
At the finish line some vessels had sunk, some tattered and torn,
But our hearts and dreams were soaked with many summer joys.

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Remember me

 Hey, its been a while
10 or 20 years I guess 
I'm just in denial
How did we grow so old
Since we were young and bold
Remember the times we used to have?
Just the two of us lying on the sand.

Remember the laughter 
And the music we shared
Remember the good times?
I wish we were there
Back in the days when we were free 
All I had was you
All you had was me
Remember the secrets
 told in firelight
Remember the sweetness
Of s'mores cooked just right?
Back in the days when we were free 
All I had was you
All you had was me

hey haven't seen you around 
Guess I haven't seen you since
I got outta this town
Remember the days
By the riverside
Don't remember who got in first
But we laughed till we burst!

Remember the laughter 
And the music we shared
Remember the good times after?
I wish we were there
Back in the days when we were free 
All I had was you
All you had was me
Remember the secrets
 told in firelight
Remember the sweetness
Of marshmallows cooked just right?
Back in the days when we were free 
All I had was you
All you had was me

I guess I'll see you again
In another 10 
We'll remember the days
it doesn't have to be that way
Take my hand 
I won't lead you astray
You trusted me then, remember the days...

Remember the laughter 
And the music we shared
Remember the good times after?
I wish we were there
Back in the days when we were free 
All I had was you
All you had was me
Remember the secrets
 told in firelight
Remember the sweetness
Of marshmallows cooked just right
Back in the days when we were free 
All I had was you
All you had was me

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Collage of Warm Illusions

A squinting friend peers through a lens Along the aisle, a tri-pod bends around bouquets, and snaps a file of wedding guests An older brother, winks a smile, for in his eyes a warm embrace. He plays a trace of Bach, on his guitar Her younger brother sings along, and thinks of spars, high jinks, and pranks, her laughing face that sparked their childhood bond Her father ponders her first bike mosquito bites, her freckles and a scabby knee A fortress, high, among the trees where a princess climbed, to castles, fair where songbirds watched from cradled nests, above her braided hair He'd turn the world from end to end to spin her back to then again, .....but that was then.... ...and this is now...he must release her hand... And through my tears, a child I bore adores her knight, with eyes... in sight He waits for her. She lights a smile...... in satin slippers up the aisle He lifts a veil and they are more than what they were before ~ ~
____________________________________________________ Inspired by Craig's Contest:" A Collage Held Dear" 10/2/13

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Bled Out

More things can happen or could have happened,
From a cold metal,
Sharpened in fine fettle,
Making skin nettled,
Damaging the mettles,
To keep minds unsettled,
Provoking to ask, if this is or if this was real or mental?

Blade on arms,
Skin might be harmed;
Skin was gashed,
Blade grinding and gnashed,
Red colors coming in a flash...

Blade on gut,
Feeling a sudden jut,
Provoked as a rut,
But, this was a guff...

Blade on neck,
Thinking about a sudden sweep,
Discord trying to overcome conviction and peace,
Even though, the blade failed again,
Failing to provoke the red gushes and streams...

Blade on heart,
Might be the last battle so far,
Trying to not give in, being so hard,
Though in the past, there could have been to many cuts,
And more deadly slashes,
Creating red splashes and plashes,
As I slowly might have fought, winning or losing,
Against the sleeping and life flashing feeling,
As I bleeded out..

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Inside my mind is a paradox when I reminisce about you with my filter off. 
I can speak about you but simultaneously be relating it to all the evils within myself.. 
The ones that I give into and live for.. 
The ones that escape my brain crawling out through wormholes. 
That's when I forget why I even wanted to remember for, tell me what for? 
I want to know why we disguise our emotions
Sweeping 'em under the welcome mat of the front door, kind of hypocritical, tell me what for?
That's what happens when the cadence of your heart meets the agony in my eyes..
Lost in our untimely consciousness.. 
That's what I'm always caught up in. 
I don't have to confess, you can see it on my face.. Adrift in space.. 
Assaulting myself by replaying memories..
How can two things be so wrong, so undone yet wound up in one? 
Reminisce reminisce, stop traveling back in your mind. 
Instead cast the feelings out among the stars, let 'em shine.. 
They float so far, they stay out of sight. But creep back up in the dark of the night. 
What's real shines through.. If ignorance is bliss then I guess I'll make a wish too. 
My little nightlights.. They literally are a piece of mind. 
Because when I'm zoned out I'm seeing my feelings that were lost in time..

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A Hospital Stay - Part VI


                                                   Miracles and Miseries

The world resolved itself back into focus
As I lay amid the swarm of monitors
Still gulping the sword that brought me breath.

The worst now past
Many small miseries remained,
Chief among them the continuing mystery
Of my flooded, struggling lungs.

Finally I breathe well enough for the sword to be removed,
But the tests go on and on
The birth of each day bearing forth
Its own fresh indignity.

They give up guessing and haul me down again
To be opened anew and read for signs.

On the day this is done
The invisible agents of death outside
Decide to mock their pursuers
By leaving a tarot card at that day's shooting site.

They chose the Death card, of course
Revealing how little those 
Who choose to play God games really know
About the mystical.

Dreaming of omnipotence through dealing death
The unseen assassins miss their own meaning;
For this card signals change, the ending of present things.
They have unwittingly declared their game will soon be over,
Predicting their own demise.

Meanwhile the doctors make their own spread of me
And come up blank again.

     Once more I return to I.C.U.,
     Held together with staples.

     Once more the little agonies ensue:
     The sitting, the turning, the testing.

By night they come for my blood.
By day they come for  tests.
Always, in the background, the quiet moanings
Of we, the damned, condemned to medical Limbo
Roll on with the blind passage of hours and days.

     The English nurse comes, all brightness and bubble
     To heave my fragile self about;
     She's a welcome break in the monotony
     As my sustainers come and go.

Again the busy bedside conferences
And again the final admission
That all their probings have led down blind alleys.

A last-ditch effort is finally proposed:
Direct drainage of the drowning lungs.
To them this seems as a grasping at straws,
But to me it seems the one sensible solution,
And I look forward to it eagerly.
My inner mantra of "This too shall pass"
Is wearing thin.

Like a Christian martyr of old,
They pierce my back with their lance,
And the sea within that is drowning me
Finds its way out.

As the noxious waters within rush out,
Air surges into my grateful lungs.
From this moment, recovery becomes the new reality.

As I recover,
Indiscretion leads to capture 
Of the unseen terrormakers.

To the astonishment of all, 
They prove to be a dignified looking black man
And his enthralled protege' -
No prior convictions, no history of trouble 
Attached to them at all.

This is how our modern Destroyers come calling.
Well dressed, well spoken models of propriety.

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Staring into Distance

He stares

into the distance of the days,

of those gone and of those yet to come --

he touches no one,

is touched by no one.

Yet noisy commerce

around him flows, constant movement;

but movement without a change of place,

no progress forward, no backward retreat --

an illusion of movement, only.

He sees youths --

with no sense of self --

and leathery crones,

unhygienic vagrants,

no place to go,

assailed by noises --

a repetitious assault

upon the ear and air.

Still he sits,

in frozen semi-trance,

staring always inward,

but also into distance,

sentient and inert.

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What will they say

What will they say of me when I am gone?

An eccentric fool lost in his yesterdays?

A lonely soul locked away in the ancient house

He saved from destruction?

Will someone scavenger through the wastes of my life

The photographs, notes, writings, drawings . . . .

And find some shred of humanity there?

What will they say of me when I am gone?


Will our letters be found and read again?

Perhaps some young girl, wide-eyed in awe

Discovering that people really can love

Past the limits of their endurance

Will someone finger your locket 

And wind up your music box

To watch the ballerinas turn and sway

To a melody that once had meaning?


Will they wonder about the little things?

Two train tickets from Munich to Milan

Blossoms pressed between pages of a Gibran book

A napkin where you blotted your lipstick

And I saved it because it imprinted you indelibly

Will they assign it all to the trash or fire?

And if the smoke of us rises past the stars

Will you gather it up and hold it dear and remember?

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If I could go back
For just a day
Even just a few hours
I would set up the board
Put each checker in it's place
I would see
Really see
Grandpa across the table
Him with his furrowed brow.
I would be less concerned 
Less focused on winning
I would relish his laugh
Listen carefully to his tales
Record them 
indelibly on my mind's eye
I would see 
The eccentricities of me
Passed on in perpetuity 
His playfulness
The keenness of his former mind 
Before the disease stole what was left behind
With each play the minutes would pass
I would take my time
Make them last
There would be questions to ask
Sadly the time is gone
The board has been put away
It's a game I no longer play
It was our special thing
He left long ago
On angels wings
Yet one day
When this 
Life has passed
He will be there and I will ask
"Set up the board
It's time to play.
We can take our time
We have all day."

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My Living Sister

That place where memories linger
beyond the towering pines

Where a limb held swing 
Once tethered on higher hopes
That stretched the ropes
On laughter that knew no bounds 

That place where memories linger 
Just there beyond the pines

And on that minute past, 
when all of light turn dark alas
And time and weather hungered ever
That wood and rope 
could not last

But out such things did  
a goodness hold
on laughter swung out 
fearless, bold
higher, ever higher!
to time and weather 

That place where memories linger
Just there beyond the pines -

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He looks
At the collage
With glassy eyes
The pieces of the puzzle of him
The memories that have been stolen
Swept away 

An occasional glimmer
A spark of recognition
His dear mother
She had taught him three languages
Now he barely remembers one
The contours of her face make him smile
She had formed the poet
The professor
This lover of words
Sadly only fragments of him remain

Pictures of his sons
Long absent from his life
Their happy faces
A facade of happier times that could have been
Intelligence and expectations
his curse
his gift
They felt the weight of his words placed on their hearts
They never felt good enough
smart enough
not like him the great man
The reader and translator of superior minds
Knighted by kings
The pictures part of his collage
Proof that he was here
That his life was real
Not imagined
Others remember
Yet mercifully he forgets
The sadder parts

The picture of the car
The brother that was killed
The blame that was heaped on him
Him the unsuspecting child
The scars he carried through his days until now
He hopes to continue to remember how to forget
Not afraid of death
No longer lost in regret
The collage of him
Pictured moments
Displayed In no particular order
A chair occupied
A mind denied
Still within
The poet trapped 
Continues life's ride

I wrote this poem about the famous Poet Edwin Honig after watching a 
documentary about him filmed by his cousin. "First Cousin Once Removed."

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Silhouette of trees dressed in chiffon prints Oaks, pines, maples flushing their hair I trail along their rumba curve Way down to where young bushes nestle Above gentle sail of Charles River crossing a moat...slowly, foliage begins to drop thin leaves in nearness of autumn’s embrace, As more shredded timber follow in graceful float Where mauve petals kiss the air. The bronzing of glens and wheezing of mist Reach a final close of summer fire, Cluster of moments drape veined trunks With sniffs of earthy scent, reminding me How lush the branches swell against heat Of August ‘s coals when two pairs of arms Coated the moon with paint of reveries, Fresh the meeting of palms fondling the barks In a fleeting sketch of romance, and then, Like a drift of frail boughs in milder rumba dips, Trees hold sepia charades, until....

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My Bitter Heart

My bitter heart, a ghost that ever lingers at the edge of sight
First seeking, then fleeing as if by chancing that which it desires most
Might forever add permanence to its lonely sentence

Still the specter remains, shrieking in sleepless sleep
Wailing in her misery for that which was lost and what can never be
She haunts my dreams by day and night with woe of circumstance

I feel her arms enfold me and her lips still claim my own
A trace of honey lingers from mead once tasted, but no more
Not but fickle memories to taunt and scorn me for the fool I am

My hands are empty of all but time, and that, the heaviest burden
I carry it alone, and alone I will remain though the world surrounds me
This bitter cup, once sweet, falls empty to the ground…spent.

                                                                ~Christopher Thor Britt

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The Old Shirt-w


After very long time, I took out my shirt
Cornered in the wardrobe on a hanger.
I found a long familiar hair in the collar
How a*beauty drew me with a single hair.

Ah! What a feel of an intoxicating smell
Of her most favored Bocheron perfume.
Bringing back the memory of the past
I wore that shirt in that memorial winter.

Relapsed in to that my fondest memory
As I was penning pretty poor poetry
The blonde with midnight black hair came
Asked me to finish my poem*March Madness.

My unfinished poem in black ink dried up
Finished and could finish my wet desire.
Those curious locks my soul so aptly twined
Whose every soft hair a soul doth bind.

Young memory of first love never fades away
Old memory is like flowers planted yesterday.
*Inspired by Alexander Pope
** My Poem  in the Archives.
Fourth Place win in
Contest : Fondest memory sponsored by frank Herrera

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Time makes me wonder.
The lack of it, does too.
Why is the Earth where it is? 
Why are we standing on it? ...
What is that thing makes each of us, us?
What happens to it when we stop breathing?
Do we just become part of Earth, and watch everything happen?
Do we move to an other planet and adopt an other body?
Do we free ourselves, and fly around?
I imagine the friend I lost, sitting next to me.
Is he here, sharing this joint with me? ... 
Do we stop existing? Staring at the stars, my ignorance becomes obvious to myself.

Does earth shine?
I wonder.
Do we shine as they [The stars] do?
will I ever know?
Time will grant me with the answers, I asure my self.

The smoke is hidding the moon.
I imagine I'm free.
I'm flying around. I'm one with the Earth, and he [My friend] is here with me.
I can see myself from the sky, staring at the hidden moon...

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A Hospital Stay Part IV


                                                        The Slippage

All through the night of the day when the madness began
Fever comes to visit me.
In bed immobile,
Sheets dampen beneath my filthy hair
Shivering/Burning     Shivering/Burning
The night creeps on towards dawn
And no sleep preceeds it.

When at last it comes,
It marks the point at which
     Breathing becomes my sole occupation
     Tests define my days
     I and the medical machines
     Begin to merge.
New lines are attached daily;
Monitors, nutrients, fluids, blood.
In all directions they flow from me
Until my metal caretakers and I are so interconnected
That spongebathing becomes choreography.

     Meanwhile, outside
     Invisible killers roam at will,
     Dealing death and wounds
     Then moving on, like clouds across the sun.
     A seige mentality settles over the entire area
     The shadow of sudden, random death passes over all.

My personal shadow lies upon my lungs,
Quietly, steadily, pressing away my breath.

     The tests go on and on and on
     Blood is drawn 'til veins begin collapsing
     I feel like a prisoner of the Inquisition,
     Sustained solely by the spirit of those
     Good fortune makes my own:
     Wife, Children, Parents, Friends
     - All the best reasons, in short, to live -
     Never fail to help bear me up,
     Feeding me the honor of their concern.

     They fan me when I burn,
     Warm me as I shake with cold,
     Remind me of all the good
     Awaiting my return.

Then at last there fell the evil day
When they moved me back to the higher ward,
The place from which one usually does not return,
Chills washing me like Arctic waters,
Shaking like an epileptic
Fighting the mounting panic
As I gasp shallow breaths
Like a fish hauled aground.

Since that time I've seen it claimed
That suffocation brings the kindest death.

Whoever wrote that 
Had a strange view of kindness.

There followed a hard night of fear and confusion
That passed into a dawn I never saw nor felt.

At some undefined hour they wheel me back to Intensive,
As Gulliver's god slides off the wall ....
And everything comes to full stop.

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I lay sleeping

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wisdom Of the Past

You have grown up in these past few years and wisdom of the past is what has helped you in your growth

Since you have started going to college to be a nurse, I have seen another growth of wisdom in you

Wisdom of responsibility, compassion, and being kind  has built up your self-esteem 

That growth of the past is what has made you happy with your family and your husband

I am so glad to have shared these times with you

Don’t stop growing in your wisdom of life

by eve roper  10/9/2014

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What To Do

The helpless heart has brought me here again, what to do,
Staying away wasn't good to me, what to do,
The heart says go complete,
That talks that remains still incomplete,
That memory that remains still incomplete,
That memory that remains still incomplete,
Today I admit, what to do,
There was a mistake that I did, what to do,
The heart says, go get it,
That one suppressed wish that is there (in the heart),
That one suppressed spark that is there,
That one suppressed spark that is there,
The fate wishes this, what to do,
Let us keep meeting as we do, what to do,
The heart says, go make it forever,
That stuck path that is there,
That stuck wish that is there,
That stuck love that is there…

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numb of dreams 
cycles of memories 
ageless harbour 
or passion purity 
timeless night 
of hazel glanced whispers 
in a soft mirror of scenes 
of innocence and passions 
mundi myth and walking hope or 
to a very ending spiral 

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My Rage

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

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Your Eternal Flame

During the Christmas holidays, a candle is continuously lit.

It is to your memory to let you know that I’ll never forget..


I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette.

Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table.

You would be proud of me, because eventually I pulled myself together.

I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn’t be here forever.

You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel!


This candle, along with your memory helps me to heal.

It’s kinda like you’re right here with me.

I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree.

Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name.


Inside my heart resides your eternal flame!!


Note:  For Billie Jean Alexander-Lopez...RIP - May 1, 1937- July 26, 2007

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Honey I'm Home

                                                    Honey I'm Home

                                       Honey I'm home, words that are said
                                                  day in and day out.

                                       With that little peck  on the cheek,
                                              and  " What's for dinner".
                                        Words that mean the world to you, when
                                        they are no longer heard by ear, only

                                        in your memories of what used to be a 
                                                           daily recite.

                                                   Anne Rutherford  
                                                       01 / 2014

                                     For Dr. Rams contest  Honey I'm Home



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Portrait of Abandoned Landscape

wind blew with the strength like a monster on that night.
a creepy sounds ,roar in every corner haunting each ears of those alive.
a big blast pushing each shanties that it passed by, wrecked and destroyed.
the strongest surge came to orphaned  a lot of souls,
left  thousands  breathless cadavers scattered when the sun arose.
a trembling sounds of  widow cries for the love that's lost.
on her arms hold the body of her baby ,died in the flood.
an old lady look for a shade to hide, faintedly starving.
another man  screaming for his family buried in mud.
a five-year old girl looks for her siblings,her mom and dad.
wounded civilians, dead people and hungry souls, 
washed away by the most deadliest storm.
one beautiful paradise, a haven to everyone with life,
has become a wide grave of people sleeping in Sheol.
a broad lawn for a broken hearts, wounded souls.
the sun shines only to dry the tears from their eyes.
and the wind blew consoling a child flying his kite.

** 1st Place Winner in SKAT A.'s Contest : Saddest Landscape **

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Sandalwood Fan

Sandalwood Fan

On the verandah of the Moana Hotel
Not too many years ago
Under the great banyan beside the
beach at Waikiki

They would bring a fragrant sandalwood fan
to all the guests that ordered tea.
They set it before you in its own fancy stand

the most alluring fragrance wafted on demand,
when you opened it’s carved blades
 and gently  fanned. 
 Given  to holders on an honor system
Understood to  return on leaving…

Sadly, too many proved    untrustworthy.
after a time- these fans became  un-available

A friend who had shared many tea- times there, with me
one day -sent me a small gift from China
A slim package which when opened re-kindled memory

A glass topped case holding a sandalwood fan
just for me

Suzanne Delaney

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One Less Hill

I wonder if the field's still there,
where down the hill we'd sled and
climb until dusk, when Mother's call would
echo through the barn, "Dinner boys, dinner",
and we'd run, red cheeked, with balls
of snow dangling off our wool mittens,
memories I'd like to return to but ...
I wonder if the field's still there.

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A Hospital Stay - Part V


                                                        The In-Between

     There, in the In-Between,
     No trumpets sound
     No beings clad in gold celestial fire
     Arrive as guides to the heart's desire,
          Only silence falls
     Throughout the velvet deep profound.
     At the In-Between,
          No Savior calls
     For there is naught but nothingness;
     An emptiness entire.

Strangely, I sensed myself suspended
In a nevertime of not-quite-being.

Such was the In-Between, where now I wandered.

As though it had always been,
I felt myself afloat, adrift
Upon some frigid river full of ice
Which had no source and knew no end,
That traveled 'round and 'round and back again upon itself
Rising and falling over distant hills and bearing me with it
- Or rather, what was left of me -
Along in its meaningless, endless circuit.

Nor dark nor light intruded.
Vision compassed only what might be envisioned,
Images forming and fading
Within the little cavern of my skull.

Voices without discernable words.
Murmmerings within the waters.

Something like a sword
Was lodged down my throat.
I gagged upon it, over and over;
Unseen hands would withdraw it, then shove it down again.

The main thought flickering in my head
As I lay in this place
Was of how I seemed to have become some frail remnant
Of whatever I once was.
No longer did I have that sense of flesh
Containing the shape of me,
Nor the feel of muscle, nor the bone beneath.
I felt I had somehow been rendered
Some modern scientific wonder,
A creature flayed alive yet living
In some embryonic form, possessed of such shape as it could claim
By virtue of a remaining mass of nervous tissue;
A minimalist miracle
Preserved in a nutrient bath by the power and will
Of a conclave of white smocked High Priests of medicine.

Strangest of all, perhaps
Was that this perception of my fate
Occasioned in me not horror, 
But rather a regretful sadness.
"What will they tell my wife?" I sighed in my mind.

     Yet, by slow degrees the feel of the outward world
     Stole in upon my little hell of shapelessness.
     The throbbing thing I seemed to have become
     Refleshed itself somehow,
     Though the sword in its throat remained.

Distant voices resolved into speech again,
And as they did I felt myself begin moving again
'Round and 'round as before, still on circuit
But no longer floating on ice.
Now, instead, I seemed lain on some unseen track
Circling through a low-roofed sandstone cavern.

When I passed the band of light 
That marked the faroff entrance of this cave,
I would hear the voice of that Boy Who Would Be Our King
Exhorting the Disunited Nations
To join his crusade to punish his chosen scapegoat
For an evil he had helped loose upon the world.
The long silences that followed his harangues
Revealed the skepticism of his audience.

     I could sense that a long roll call of the dead
     Would soon be scrolling past the world's collective eyes,
     Be his call accepted or no;
     This was for show, decisions had already been made.

I regained perception of how dangerous things were becoming out there,
Out there where I'd lost my way, to stumble into this place,
How long ago I could no longer recall.

I knew this to be its nature, though
And as well that this was where I belonged, Out There
Where the only source of peace or peace of mind
Was the hope we wove between ourselves
With threads of unstoppable possibilities
The human way spins for itself.

I knew where I belonged, and reached out for it.

     I came back to be within
     The folds of all I love
     To seek the mystic shine of life
     Expressed in friends, relations, wife
     Awaiting my return.
     I began to climb Above
     Back to where all hopes begin
     To where desires brightly burn
     Until their ash shines whiter than
     The purer feathers of the dove.

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My Sister's Collage

I found it behind an old tool bench,
water stained and curled on the corners,
looking as forgotten as an out-of-luck beggar. 
But, like in the beggar's eyes, there was a past
that was once full of hope and still warm memories.
The college collage of collective consolations;
hugs from home for the lonely days,
those that come in the "in-between" years
when sometimes we just - want to be a kid again.
There were half unglued photos of home and vacations
and clips of Elvis and Ricky Nelson;
the Beatles, Stones and a peace sign.
Ha, in the corner there was an old photo
of me kissing her on the cheek (Mom said to).
I was seven and she was just six.
Funny, I didn't even think she liked me much...

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Beneath the Furrows Beneath the Lines

Beneath the deep furrows
and the facial lines
clear sparkling
cheeky little girls
playful eyes
still smile
and shine.

''Many a time when I have talked to old people who I love, about their childhood, suddenly
something magical happens. Their eyes sparkle, and they become children again.''

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.

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Photo Album

I keep an old photo album 
on my bottom shelf. 
I get it out every once in a while, 
just to sift the time away 

I keep a lot of pictures 
There inside that book. Some are old and a little 
Yellow now, but still somehow clear. 
Funny hair and clothes. Gigs and weddings, 
funerals and newspaper clips, 
just like time standing still 

Tonight I looked through it again, 
just knowing what I might find. 
Somehow I think my heart 
knew what it was looking for. 
by the time I got halfway through 

As I neared the end 
of this blue memory lane…I saw it again… 
the picture of you and me on our first night together. 
I remember your blue eyes, your beautiful smile…. 
I remembered you….in my heart 

You are, were, and always will be the love of my life, 
The memories came flooding back, 
too fast for words, and too strong to hold. 
I remember God smiling down on us 
As we shared our first night. 

Dear God-how I loved you 
(and still love you) so much 
But now it can’t be…when 
time and pain have driven us apart. 
How did it get this way? 

For minutes that seemed like years, 
I cried my tears on your picture 
And kissed your cheek on that page 
I was trying so hard to keep the pain away. 
But it came unrelenting… 

And I’m afraid there are 
many more tears to cry 
who knows when they’ll come 
My heart is forever yours, captured 
in a snapshot on page 24 

As I lay me down to sleep 
I pray the Lord keeps you safe 
May you feel loved tonight 
even though 
I’m very far away 

I’ll always keep your picture 
And your kiss inside my heart 
I just can’t bear to 
throw away the memory 
Of the love that we’ve lost 

Your picture is still inside 
That album on my shelf 
Sealed by tears, and prayers 
Memories too painful to hold on to, 
and too precious to let go

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A Hospital Stay - Part II


                                                    The Light Returns

I feel myself oh so slowly rise
Through the Abysmal black of surgical sleep
Wakening, drawn to the distant sound
Of my own moans.  

When my lids flutter back
Sight is rewarded with the prescence of all my Beloveds
Gathered in conclave 'round my I.C.U. bed;
My travel-companion souls
Who bear the love and light that leads my own.

     The doctor enters bearing good tidings;
     The beast within was found and slain,
     Its loss complete
     At the sacrifice of nearly the whole of my stomach.

And so I lay grateful and gutted,
Though within it felt like the aftermath 
Of worlds in collision.
A wreakage within,
And when they make me rise for the first time the very next day,
I feel a slow tide of broken glass and metal
Fall in chaos through my new internal spaces.

Still, its a lovely thing to be rising,
At all.

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Collage of juncture

a once vibrant, now discolored rose, a memory of past that faded too fast now teeters atop an old photo my fingers stumble past it knowing if touched its petals would crumble it's a perpetual reminder of how fragile life really is the wedding photo, young lovers exchange promises of heart till death do them part beneath the folds of broken dreams through my eyes it seems they belong protected and framed within glass yet i wonder are they ashamed as they join together in the beyond my childhood through the ages a race of past, pages of life fading to death amidst my walls this collage of juncture can puncture my own heart as i remember each memory of time passing

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Last Sonnet

Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.

Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.

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with shoes on feet

a grab-and-run pack
a small survival sack
with one set of clothes for spouse and self
passports, a file with just few mails
an old diary with addresses to contact
in England, Finland, and Switzerland

and some currency notes
couple of thousands
in rupees that does not stretch
like the American dollars
they were what i needed most

as the pogrom was in progress
in my Tamil homeland
while i always went to bed
with shoes on my feet

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The Beat, Without Repeat

The-beat-the, the-beat-the, the-beat
Drawn into my innards so sweet.

A lifetime of heartbeats come smoldering back-
The child, the teen, the young adult
Pound, out of sync.
But together they sound so heavenly sweet.

Feet dashing down school halls;
The brush swooshes through hair in the mirror;
Sweet love burns down childhood’s stick house.
Starting with a flicker…then inferno...then fizzle.

This middle-age relic inhales the heat, while
Lost in the-beat-the, the-beat .

Crash of air, piped, piped, piped to the-beat-
Boom, rest, boom, rest, boom, there’s more;
Multi-task sensors want more, much more!

Adding to, multiplying on-
The-beat-the, the-beat-the, the-beat

An infinity of joy, without repeat.
Yes, yes, yes…..maybe?

Fire’s almost out…
And smoke has no beat

For GROOVE IT! contest on 10/22 by David Fisher  Jazz

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Everything Changes

Everything Changes

It is still winter and
roadside snow banks lead me.

I drive the pre-highway
backroads of another time, when

‘no dumping” warnings
 lined the thick woods.

Now stand subdivisions
modern sewers and gas lines.

Some old bungalows by the lake
remain, reminders of summers

when I was small and
the forest was eternal.

As the final hat is tipped
the velvet curtain called,

all who remember gone,
who will keep the memories?

Kathryn McL. Collins
February 25, 2014

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The Black Panther Leopard

Silent, hidden lurking
In the quiet, empty spaces
Floating, ancient Insect;
Turning droplet hazy. . .
Moving, breathing knowing
Another feline faces---
Hunger, further paw marks
Corners there to brace me.
Climb up to a tree.
Jump, tear, and tether.
Hold-fast, breathing, eating.
Reaping other meanings. . .
Stepping; other traces.

Spiders, monkeys, murky. . .
Sniffing, darkness, pausing.
Toying other feelings
Elusive, resting purring.
Other paw marks near me.

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Air Brushing Out Lifes Mistakes

If only I could air brush out
the many monochrome
moments of my life
that have caused so much
damning introspection 
and debilitating self doubt.

No good traveling the same 
old beaten track
I just want to feel good about myself
and put the stolen self worth back
Adding colour to my life
throwing ambient light upon my 
darkest days and nights.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014.

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Hanging Roses in Windows

I learned from my grandmother
To dry roses in windows
Hung, upside down, from a string-
Maybe because that way
All the red would flow to their head
Like when one does handstands-
Handstands are never something 
That I learned how to do
Particularly satisfactorily...
I've always been a bit too-

I learned from my mother
Not to hang around windows,
That I am not a rose
To be put up to dry...
When you spend so long
Leaning over windowsills,
You can only ever be-

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What is that word?
Give me a moment-
It's right on the tip of my tongue.
I can see it-
It starts with the letter T.
The reason for the uncertainty
Is the space between my ears.
A feeling of stupidity.
Spontaneously gone with the wind.

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Ingredients for Memories

items in my container of memories playbill for "Les Miserables" that Dad enjoyed reminder of ignoble government Jean ValJean’s quest for justice fugitive from the merciless Javert outdated cell phone that’s priceless forever I’ll carry it; this cannot be lost inbox carries my father’s last message to me “Happy New Year, Baby,” were his words just 30 minutes before his fatal stroke publication of Dad’s obituary green light for thieves to trash his house tearfully driving 250 miles, hoping to erase their indignity televisions, heirlooms and appliances stolen but Dad’s desk held items of greater value many awards for the Senior Olympics five-mile race pencil my CPA father chewed and broke dreaded bifocals that caused Dad consternation the only items thieves left behind were those that brought Dad closer to me
*Written October 1, 2014

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Winters guests

This chill
before me
collides with mine flesh

Full of life
ingenuous life
against mine flesh

In the wrap of the cabin 
with the hearth just kindling
and our hearts and flesh tingling
close against
the rough of mine chest;
her breasts 

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A Stone

Loss (2/11/2014)

It is a stone that cannot be lifted
Planted into the earth of the soul.

Buried under the cat that he drove over 
Pressing it into the ground in the ridges of the tractor tire.
And the jungle gym of his arm that I swung under
Long hair, laughing.
And tongue sandwiches, hard-boiled eggs, an old apple
Brought in a brown bag to the field at noon.
Shouts and a broken plate, his fist to my face.
And his hands under his head folded in worry.  
The girl he loved was getting away.
A single red rose in a small crystal vase 
on her concrete steps.
Talking on the green couch downstairs of the past
Of the future.
And the letters from San Francisco, 
The letters from Carolina, 
The letters from Japan,
Begging for baked goods and promises not to enlist. 
The launch off the rope swing into the Missouri,
Profanities screamed over the current into the bright sky.
The stick to Harley’s leg for one more day.
Sneaking out my bedroom window
Drinking a bottle of rum in the tent in the front yard
In a marijuana haze.
My white dress, dancing, his blue and gold uniform,
My manicured nails in his hands and his head over my shoulder
Tears on my back.
And the new girl who wore her own white dress.
And his eyes reflected in his sons
Tiny pieces of him in his arms.
His voice so gentle, so close to them.
Jumping and screaming, laughing bedtimes, 
Children being thrown upside down 
Tickles and goodnights in the nightlight
The darkness in the windows waiting.
Cold beers on the front porch, 
The hum of the crickets call 
To the moon.

Dirt on a stone, 
Dirt on a stone.

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To a Beautiful Stranger

Id like to think about the time when we first met,
Sometime about a year ago,
The words we said, our first exchange of hello's,
Something about, you know

I saw you just about all the time,
And suddenly because of you I was smiling again,
Though I can't seem to say when
You brought back the sunshine into my life,

And though it's hard to define certain things,
Even now it is still confusing,
what am I to you..
but I know what you are to me
And how much I care about you..

But I must hide the love in my heart,
Beneath a laughing face.
And though you think I probably never cared,
I doubt anyone can ever take your place...

I miss you so much..


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Memories of Happiest Moments

Happiest moments of life moves on,
Memories of those days are dawn.
When sadness fills your mind,
Torture in the heart will grind.
Nothing lasts forever,
Losing it, make a shiver.
Those gone days move away like wind,
Tears trickle down when we rewind.
Gone days never come back,
But get stored in our hearts rack.
Memories play a wonderful role,
Though it gives opposite action as fool.
Memories of gloom make us smile,
Memories of joy fill our eye.
Every one carries their own diary,
Secrets and wishes are lightening in fiery.

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on a field trip freshman year

on a field trip freshman year
the boy
in special classes walked 
up the muddy trail.
walked on the side,
balancing on the dry stones
aligning the path.
he followed some
an old coat and
sweatpants with worn elastic
warmed his bones in the gray
mists. bus pass in his pocket
and a few coins, he thought
about lunch - not the rocks he
would have to climb.
his shaven head chilled with drips
from the pines above, the path 
narrowed and inclined 
between two boulders. 
he struggled up the path,
getting dirt on his 
snow white shoes.

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Once Upon A Time

once upon a time I had four legs
I Walked on fours like Garfield my cat
there was a time I carried a lavatory
tucked gently between my thighs
there wasn't any need to move a muscle
I had milk kept within my reach
and the calabashes never dried out

at that time I was self-centered
I only thought of my own feelings
loudly I expressed my wishes
to be granted like a kingly decree
At that time I was a noble
even though my family wasn't royal
working never crossed my mind
it was an alien word I had left behind
and my life was a terrain of fun fair

All this fame and glory drifted with time
have lost the art of walking on fours
not unless I want to be called a mad man
I have to work to attain any glory
to make decisions without hurting those around
for I am a fully gown maggot

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I would walk on, and leave it all be-

Hind: will walk on; and when my feet grow

Sore, the boatman waits—his sails are all

Unfurled—he waits to row me to a

Fairer shore. My tired limbs shall rest on

Beds of down, my tears shall all be wiped

By Jesus’ hand; my soul shall know the

Peace it long hath sought—a peace too

Wonderful—ever to understand

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Home Sweet Home

There is one place in this lonely life
where I can run away to on this long, dark road.
Only the moon knows my way home tonight
and I hold the key to this door in my heart.

I see an open book still on the table
waiting for my eyes to read again,
and an inviting, marshallow-soft pillow,
offering to cradle my sleepy head
and uphold me in what dreams may come....

The warmth of home is where my heart is tonight.

(This poem was inspired by the song "Home Sweet Home" by Motley Crue.)

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Autumn in the glen

There are showers of leaves within our glen

Because autumn has come upon us

I go there often, each tortuous step

To remember and to imagine

You danced here in exuberant circles

Arms extended, whirling madly

Celebrating who you were in a moment of magic

Before laughing and collapsing upon the leaves

That God had painted for your pleasure 


You tilted your lips to accept my kiss

And I consumed your beauty, gathering it

Into my soul like the promises of all the gods

And in that moment when your laughter faded

Into the softness of deep wonder

You were more beautiful than all your yesterdays

And birds hushed in worship of you

The breeze surrendered and the clock suspended

Because it was a moment indelible upon itself


I pause at the place where you danced

And examine the marvels of the new season

Of how the earth has dressed itself in gaudy colors

And realize that if I were God in constant creation

I would have made you no differently than you were

Nothing would I have changed for I saw you

Only in your perfection while blind to flaw or error

I saw you as the autumn leaf in all its brazen colors

But as I reached for it, the wind blew it away

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Side By Side

Oh it's a beautiful night!
The moon is full
And the stars are glowing
While the trees, with Earth's cool summer breeze
Start slowly blowing...

A campfire's flames are burning so bright
While a young couple holds each other tight
Warming their hearts, as these two lovers embrace
Traveling together, through time and space
Oh how tonight, with their love, they won't hide
Two lovers forever, Side By Side

Under the stars, both of them lay
They've been together, happy, all night and all day
Holding each other, a sweet caress
While green grass stains her pretty white dress
But no words, to each other, do they say
Happy just sitting Side By Side, knowing no other way

Gazing up at the stars
Breathing in the night
Them together with nature
A beautiful sight

All the years they've both struggled
And how they cried 
Has led them here tonight
It matters not now
As they'll lie here forever, Side By Side

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The dying perch

I found a perch this morning
Capsized and defeated by the early spring  
Washed into a silty little corner, waiting to become still 
The miniature heart, it beat so fast, it tried very hard 
Fiercely and with fire it tried, in its very unimportant way 
It pulsed a few more times, in vain, then the blood began to cool
Beneath the filigree of grey scales, tarnished with muted gold 
Painted over with strong looking black lines, like racing stripes 
I stirred then, upon reflex, as it was clear that the life had ebbed away 
Quiet within a hush, how small it became, I thought
Some lost minutes held me there in a brief reverie 
Myself only a distortion in the glassy button eye 
Then the moment was gone and I heard the waves again
My body towered above the scene once more, sun weary and sleepy 
I gave a parting breath and turned without another glance
With only a few steps I had forgotten everything
Nothing-thoughts took up the space 
I turned and headed back up the path that led me home 

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Special bench for Contest

They walk with their sticks
some an ungainly gait
scarves around their necks
caps upon their heads
Heading for the same place
to sit and chew the facts
talking of the old days
when young and good at sport
A special bench in the park
which the winter sun keeps warm
A few men will meet to chat
their memories ever young
Talk about  their rugby days
of playing for their team
having to sit and wait
to be called from bench to field

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Laughter 2ft tall
Charging up and down the stairs.
Laughter in my arms and
Around my neck.
Laughter tickling my feet with teddy.
Now laughter in the garden
Hiding in the bushes
And rolling in the grass.
Laughter in the kitchen
Amidst dinner and juice.
Laughter and the Tweenies.
Laughter in the bath with Winnie.
Laughter in the bedroom with 
The three little pigs.
Laughter tucked away in bed.
No more laughter.

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The sweet scent of lavender

I won a basket of lavender goodies on a local raffle
It bought a smile to my face
And bought back many memories
Of a lovely lady I once knew

Her husband was a retired GP
She had Parkinson’s Disease you see
She couldn’t be left on her own
He would get on the phone and I would run

She was 83 years old and as bright as a button
I would ‘granny sit’ for her to keep her from harm
Her favourite scent was lavender, and I would always hear her say
Can you get the lavender water for my hands today?

I would gently rub the water onto her gnarled hands
She would smell the sweet scent and smile
And tell me stories of her life
Of happy times and tragedy, the hours spent would fly by

I would hear the same stories time after time
Her mind would wander, but I didn’t mind
I could smile and laugh at the appropriate place
She would shed a tear and I would wipe them from her face

The tragedy in her life was her daughter Rosamund Yvonne
She was born with Down’s Syndrome – even now I can still see her smiling face
Her photo took pride of place on the grand piano
We would look at that faded picture and the old lady would smile

Her daughter passed away at five years old
But still the stories I was told every day
If I smell lavender now it brings back many a memory
Of that lovely old lady and Rosamund Yvonne

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Criss-Cross Apple Sauce

 Criss-Cross Apple Sauce
One memory I thought I lost
Alphabets and one two threes
First grade and go mimis
Kiddie snacks and juice boxes
Cookies full of chocolate chips 
Playing kitchen and building blocks
Stolen crayons in my socks
Eating glue off snowmen in class
Teacher yelling we're laughing
Time-Outs and secret codes
Pee pee kids smelly clothes
Run around pushing kids
Acting like we're stupid
That was first grade hope you enjoyed
A memory forgotten
Now let me see your ugly toy

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Sentence pause and dot dot dot

In this moment – no sound
As my words are thought
They fall from your mouth
In the way that you kiss me
You know my deeper layers
Touch – penetrating my soul
Full of sentences, pauses
And the dot dot dot of
Delicious insanity – words
Tumbled in erotic symphony
Rinsed in delicate innocence
Sensualised and contented
We play in the love we feel
We lay in the elegance
Of the moments we create
The memories we make

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Warmth of Rainy Day

Rain pour down so little.

Watching the fireplace burning logs.

I sip a cup of coffee in my hand.

Thinking the last day I saw your eyes.

Mesmerizing by moment that soon will pass.

I picked the picture you left in my pad.

'twas only yesterday we're so in love.

Now left the memories inside my heart.

Dancing alone with your shadow,

I know you're here yet so far.

Embracing you tight in my arms.

I opened my eyes and sees the light.

The rain stop falling that night.

The flame of  love warmth me high.

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Photographs in a Box

Black and white
kept in a
of yesteryear
that tell a
of lives lived
of friendships formed
of love found.
A family's
in shades of
black and white
in a box
for the next

For Rick Parise's Trickle Down Free Verse Contest

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Illumined Tapestry

Circled light from angels' faces dawning
traces the darkening way all feet must tread,
reflecting forgotten silhouettes on rain wet streets.

Old city lights beam bright pathways through the gloom,
resplendent pools shimmering luminous enchantment,
mirroring tear washed memories of distant pasts.

Buried beneath regret-slick brick roadways,
specters gather round glowing gas lamps--
modern street lights' ancestral flames--
ghost lovers lingering in shining orbed dreams, remembering . . .
trembling vaporous fingers tracing love across softly illumined faces.

So linked in melancholic splendor, lovers old and new,
ply life's sacred needle, stitching the golden tapestry.


October 1, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Find the Puzzle contest
Nette Onclaud, sponsor

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My First Love Experience

It was in the early days of our lives
We met
She was so beautiful 
My eyes could not stop admiring
My heart kept racing 
Every time it sensed
her good-looking approaching
But we were too young 
To give full meaning 
To the love language

Years passed
Time kept flying
We lost contact 
But the memory of our past
We lugged with us

Someway, somehow,
Fate found us
And brought us together

We have now grown 
So big and sweet
We both glitter
At each other’s presence
We were ready to do a recap 
of where we left off

We laughed and joked about our past
We talked about our hey days at the National Theatre
We remembered the beautiful past that reflects our true self
We both haven’t changed after all

At that moment my heart spoke 
The love language again
I knew I was in love with her
It wasn’t today
It started from when we were kids

Man must gather confidence
And speak out his feelings

Thoughts of what she would say;

Don’t laugh at me,
We all do it sometimes

We were sweet friends
But now, I want to take 
The friendship a step further

My heart in full swing 
Of abnormal beating,
It beat faster
It spoke two different languages
Say it; and keep it
Don’t know which of these to believe 
I was shy
I was afraid
I was confused
I was happy
I was sad
I felt insane

There she was,
Standing in front me
In their house 
Beaming with smiles

Nii, she said tenderly,
‘I thought you said you had something to tell me,
Come on, I can’t wait any longer
My ears are itching’

My heart just jumped out
And now I want to escape from her presence
I wish I could vanish into thin air

Stop laughing at me
I’m not mouth lazy

I was just afraid of the outcome 
What if she said NO?
What if I lose her as a friend?
What if she vanishes into thin air?

And the what if’s continued …

Once in a man’s life time
He must draw together courage
To speak out his feelings

After all, I would not have violated any law
For telling a sweet scented woman 
Gorgeous, attractive and stunning 
About what I feel for her
So my nerves were clamed

This was how I started…

Esther, I mean, Naa Adjeley

The confusion has started

Errrmmm, you see,

Still didn’t know what to say

Hmmm, hope you are doing great?

Still confused…

‘I guess your brother, Thomas,
Is doing fine?’

She stared at me intently 
The smiles on her face kept 
My hopes alive 
And my heart awake 
I knew she was expecting 
Something more than making those comical remarks

It’s was now time to speak

Naa Adjeley, I travelled from Cape Coast 
To Accra to come see you
To tell you I miss you
and errmmm…

Please let it out
The small voice inside me whispered

I left campus to Accra just to let you know that

She laughed aloud and said
‘’are you serious!’’

‘Oh! Yes I am’
I said confidently,

Her face suddenly darkened
The smiles misplaced 
I wanted to fade away from her presence
After all I’ve let my feelings out
That was what mattered to me
But I did not have that special magic

How long have you felt this way towards me?
The next question to answer
‘When we were kids,
But it was revamped quite recently’
I replied

I could see the confusion on her face
She needed some more time 
To think things through
I was excited let it out
But she was confused

Days passed,
I went back to school,
We enjoyed chit chatting on the phone
But the answer to my request was still hanging

She mentioned in one of our conversations
She might be travelling
But didn’t say when
She was a nursing student
I was a tourism student
The beauty of having a friend 
You know and love
kept my mind awake in school

School was on recess
I arrived in Accra
Left my things unpacked
Borrowed money from my old girl
Picked a cab to Banana Inn
To see the woman 
That has taken my heart hostage

I kept bagging at their gate
Agoo! agoo! agooo! 

Waiting in anticipation to see
Her fine looking face
And present her with my first gift
Her brother, Thomas opened up

‘Hey! Where have you been?
It’s been a while’
Was the first question 
He asked

The only interest I had was to see her face
I wanted to see the woman 
That makes my heart beat
She was all I cared about

Where is Naa Adjeley?
I enquired from Thomas

I saw the shock on his face
My breathe was not catching up 
with me properly
I knew something was wrong

‘Where is she’,
I asked again
‘Didn’t she tell you
She was travelling?’
My face dropped dead at once
I felt a sharp heart ache
I almost fainted

She left for the U.K
Without even saying bye bye
Was that why, she didn’t give any reply
to my proposal?
Why did she keep my heart awake?

I left her house, depressed
Her gift was a bonus for the cab driver
My face drenched in pool of tears

I know it hurts
But I felt more relieved


My feelings had been made lucid to her
I now walk with my chest out
Ready to move on
Ready to open myself up to happiness

I still remember
Her looks
Her smiles
Her beauty
Her mannerism

My first love story
The one I have kept furtive
Over the years

Naa Adjeley
My old time love.

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Remembering 9-11

	Remember those who died for us,
Remember nine-eleven,
They left their families to save us,
They died and went to heaven.
	Remember the twin towers,
They once were there but now are gone,
Remember those who went to work,
Who never came home.
	Remember the God who gave us life,
Who can save us from death,
Remember He’ll never leave our side,
In sickness and in health.
	They left their family to save us,
They died and went to Heaven,
Remember those who died for us,
Remember nine-eleven.

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The Middle Born

The Middle Born
By: Tyner Twine 

Shaking hands, pains unexplained,
I struggle forward without regret
my body and soul betrays me instead
The Shadow casts its veil; I can't be free
And I became a child once again before Thee
Every skip and beat of this heart in pain
And every pang of anxiety
Leaves me in the mercy of the unseen Deity
Leaves me vulnerable, oh so vulnerable
To keep reliving this past as the child, so pure and gullible
Born second of the three, 
Born to be a  wild spirit, born to be free
Heart so freely giving, this dreadful side of me
Desperate to be loved, the blasted blinded innocence 
Betrayed by blood and lover and friends
And I became, at the end, nothing but dead.

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Too Fast

Everything goes,
Too fast!
The day the rain, man.
So fast!
The velocity  of cheetah
The extinct Velociraptor,
Stay up the trail, but...
Millions of years have passed,
The mountain, the hummingbird; will,
For than....
Always will be the day,
To tell; Goodbye.
Today, Maybe,
But yesterday,
It only remains to wait,
Everything goes fast.
All too speedily.

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Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.

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Long Gone Teddy

I needed a friend because I was scared,
My curiosity compelled my decision,my choice.
To precariously balance on my tricycle,
To peer into the unknown, 
The strange shaped glass covered
Gas meter. 

I was almost able to peer,
Into the strange, yet fascinating 
Object that hung on the brick,
Wall outside, in the backyard,
Of my childhood, 

I don't remember exactly,
How my chin ended up,
Slammed against the glass,
Other than the wheels,
Slipped back, my head,

My chin spilt open,
A gash,pain,blood,fear,
Shame, wondering why,
I didn't plan better to
Avoid such a dumb 

So Mom and I, we walked, 
Up to the corner to the 
Bus stop, to ride the 
Bus to the hospital,so 
I could get my first,

I can't remember the pain,
Or the shot, or the room,
In the hospital, where my 
Chin was sutured,but
I do remember you,

The gift shop had you,
Sitting on a shelf,
Waiting to be placed,
Into the arms of 
A child, who needed

Thus began the friendship,
Of my brown-eyed,
Felt padded, mohair
Stuffed animal that,
I so carefully named, 

Still today, I wonder,
Whenever I see a 
Gas meter, placed outside 
On a wall of a house,
What became of you, my

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Adjectives and nouns

I loved it when you were learning

And practiced with adjectives at every opportunity

You would frame my face within your hands

And kiss me fiercely before announcing

“Happy kiss”

A kiss that had no special reason, coming as a sample

Proving the glow upon your face was real and marvelous

That you were at home, safe within my heart.


I loved your questions that confused me

“Shake hands and say How do you do . . . .

How do you do what?”

And you would wait for an answer with that cute frown

And there was no answer other than “That’s what we say”

“You’re crazy!” she’d respond. “Thank you, you’re welcome!

Welcome?  Welcome to where, to what?  

That’s what you say, right?  English is for crazy people!”


You loved autumn above all seasons

Pointing and practicing, “Leaf . . . . bush . . . . torrente . . . .

“Stream,” I’d tell you and you would nod pertly 

And repeat, “stream . . . . stream . That’s a pretty word.”

“Sure, and gonorrhea sounds like a South Sea island

English is crazy, remember?”

But you would ignore me and walk on muttering

“Stream . . . . torrente . . . . stream . . . . stream.”


That night we sat on the sofa

You with your legs tucked beneath you

And you took my hand with eyes teary bright

“Sometimes,” you said, “I want to lock the door

Never open for anybody.  Food is not important

I just want to stay here, inside this place

Here, beside you, inside your arms

Because I am frightened of everything out there.”


Existence was defined by emptiness

Your side of the bed, the chair before me at the table  

The seat belt dangling and your place on the sofa  

Your side of the dresser, your towels on the rack  

Your shampoo and your place to lay out clothes for tomorrow  

Everything was abbreviated and nothing complete  

Because reality knocked at the door

And everything you feared invited us to this moment

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Skin Deep

Achilles' heel 
You’re another day older
The world’s much colder

It’s not your fault
They were taken 
Don’t blame yourself 
for God’s mistake

Her beauty reflects your own
Her life reflects your future
Chasing rabbits will get you there faster
Loss of faith will bring you there faster

The ball drops
It’s clever to see
What happens to us
And here we are

Take the evil out of this
You’re stronger
She’s stronger and always,

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Within the far off landscapes of a dream

Within the the far off landscapes of a woven dream
where the mind crosses the void of rationality
into surreality
and the imagination flows
bends and winds like a mountain stream
that we sail and journey upon
through the curtain of the unconscious
to release our deepest hopes and desires
that transpire
drawn from the rich tapestry of life.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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A Funeral

Death and its mournful tidings
Obituaries and eulogies, read
Black ties and black veils, all in rows
Surround this shell and the open earth
The cold, damp wind sashays through and through
Memories, half a century old are lost and forgotten
A flight of geese overhead, perform a last flyover
Victory in death
Vestiges of family, say farewell and Godspeed
Tomorrow brings colder and damper weather

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To a love ill never let go of, sorry

you whispered sweet doubts into my ears
but i was so blind to acknowledge the fears
ill never regret how i felt for you 
but you seem so far gone, i don't know what to do

i only did what i thought was right
but i guess i lost all fear and extinguished the light

Bay, i wish i never left 
but its to late to take it back

Bay, i wish i had some sort of sign
to know your OK

i have this horrible habit of making a mess of things
you might think it funny
but i jump when the phone rings

i hope you dont blame me for what happened 
but then again it must have been my fault
im sorry

i guess all those times i apologized were in advance
for the heartbreak that i probably brought down upon you
bay, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry if you ever read this
you'll finally understand the way i still feel about you 

nobody ever said it was easy 
but nobody ever said i would fall this hard

i miss you 

im sorry
im sorry 
im sorry 
im sorry
im sorry

please bay, im sorry 
please bay 

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Love: Contemplating On Your Doorstep

(Oh, how time goes by, hm?
It's been...
A long while since she last said 
She remembers;
Your smile-
Despite your unnerving hand-
Said you wanted to plenish a
Rogue tease
On her lips. Which was fine 
But time went, and desire 
disguised itself,
Spiralling into satirical hatred. And
Somehow between
Ponders and dreams
Of whispering tickles
Inside your ear,
She escaped a fate chosen for her.
And maybe that's why she came.) 

As I stand here
Below your window;
A tattered red wired on my 
Despite all
Unwarranted barter
Against it,
I couldn't help
But be here.

Don't get me wrong.
I argued it profusely,
Though you'd say I always do,
But as I stared into the silver 
It was almost inevitable!
Fate as you too, would say,
That my fingers should grasp
That dress you once loved,
And quiver its stream
Upon my skin, 
Flowing loosely into a 
You know I wouldn't have worn 
(How should she begin?)

Remember the time
When the splattering colour
Thrashed its way upon
The black canvas of night?
You stood off
And I stood even farther.

I called you...
And wished you all the best.

Albeit the deafening
Insult I cradled with wishes,
Echoed in your humoured mind,
I meant it.
The words were as genuine
As the heart throbbing
Under the chest
As I watched, lost in those 
Thinking of...


Forgive me.
I should have called
And declared my timely arrival.
You probably have
A matter of importance
To uphold.
But as I recalled...
You loved sugary treats...
And maybe when your diligence 
For just a moment,
And you crave a sweet for 

You would only to place your 
hand in 
To take it...
(Why isn't she quick
To the point, lad?)

I'm sorry.
I know you'd like to hear this
From someone else,
Spewing it from the throat.
But today
In all of the disguised things you 
I wanted you to understand.
I was hoping,
All that changed would be 
By what I needed to tell you,
If I could.

(If only she could...

The truth is,
She knows it is a destiny
A fated destiny...
Though one that does not start 

For even if
This door swung open
And her heart bloomed.
Even if, you wielded,
The words of 'I', and 'you'
And 'unsheathed destiny'.
Even if...
You scorched her soul
Fervently with honeyed love,
Where before the crafting of 
your hearts
From friends, pains and time,
To be sharper for yourselves;
From you to her and her to you,
I'd have to say
With the overflowing essence,
Of everything I am
That it just isn't meant to be.)

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I Was Born A Fairy Child

I was born a fairy child
I remember being born
from a dark  warm place
I was told to leave
and even though I said no
some other one said yes
Forces beyond my control 
made it so.

I sat on a beach I remember that
and my mother sat behind
and we waited for .....  I know not what.
but he came and my heart it leapt
as he sat down on the sand.
and made me feel full of him.

I remember pictures in the sand 
that he drew for me with a stick,
some things I didn't know,
but that was no matter, 
He was there  and he talked to me.
and I know that he mattered.
I'm told now he wrote my name
And I saw the sea rub  it out.

Then he wasn't round us anymore,
and my memories just not there. 
my mother says he once came back
before he went to war,
and I remember a train station
trains puffing steam and dirt
and being told goodbye,
mother says I said goodbye 
"goodbye uncle" I'm told I said.

I was a fairy child,
and these are fairy memories 
that I'm told I couldn't have. 
but they are there, 
and more besides
as I grew to fairy size.

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Bricks and mortar vs. feelings, and emotion,
Binding ties, suspensions cabling, connecting
Generational divides, blood stones legacy, uniting
Distant shores these are the bridges of emotional
Tides, a streams current flowing beneath our kindred
Red cobble stone streets running downwards, 
To a fine points country road, from the cradle,
Unto the grave marker, these venues of relevancy, 
Merge the binding chains of reinforcement’s foundation.
Cohesion melting bolts secure, the rough edges of 
Traditions uniqueness of variations design, is a shifting
Earthquake zone, yet in beauty the grand
Vision holds fast together with loves divine, and
Tender care.
Hands extended across the ages linking us,
Photo albums pictures of black and white faces,
Smiling, memories legends passed from the spoken
Words remembrances, we are the total sum
Of all these special linkages.
Inheritances stepping stones of brilliance shimmering
Beneath the light of the eternal sun, elemental children
Of oxygen, inhaling, exhaling the vaporous air of generations
Long scene past.
Bricks and mortar vs. feelings, and emotion,
Binding ties, suspensions cabling, connecting
Generational divides, blood stones legacy, uniting
Distant shores these are the bridges of emotional
Tides, a streams current flowing beneath our kindred



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Thanks For Calling Me Mom

I saw her sitting alone at the table
Forlorn, and not expecting any company
Up to her I quickly walked and greeted her
With a gentle hug and tender kiss on the cheek
Momentarily her eyes lit up with fleeting recognition

Then just like that,she turned away
Recognition gone again but I refused to
Give up and so I took her gnarled hand in mine
Kissed it softly,leaned in closely and said"Hi Mom"
For a moment tears welled up in her eyes and she thanked me

"For what?" I asked and she said quietly
"Thanks for calling me Mom" and I said"Well
You are my mom and always will be"and she smiled
At me but then once more turned her head away from me
So I began to sing along to the Christmas music they were playing

I was hoping she would join in but
She merely sneaked sideways peeks at me
Trying with all her might to figure out just who I was
My heart was breaking inside of me but I didn't let her know
At eighty eight I figured she had earned the right of memory loss

Forget all the bad years she had spent
Defending and fending off an alcoholic husband
Protecting her adopted children she loved,from abuse
Pretending to everyone things were fine in our troubled home
As I watched her lovely,dear,wrinkled face,I recalled another time

I was in a class play and she attended alone
My father too drunk to come and watch me perform
As I came off stage there she was,so proud of me I knew
I said"Thanks Mom for coming to watch me in my acting debut"
She told me I'd done a good job and that she was glad to call me daughter

Beaming she said "And thanks for calling me Mom"
"You will always be my mom"I said and then we hugged
Now this was one memory I wished with all my soul that she still had
But I knew that ship had sailed and so I rose to leave and said"Bye Mom"
She looked me over then again said "Thanks for calling me Mom"as my heart did a flip

**for contest "My Parent"
sponsored by Francine Roberts

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A Memory

Introduced to your beauty that late autumn night my words weren't to smooth but you made it feel right those caramelized eyes were shining when I asked you to dance flipping your hair, I took your hand starting what seemed like a forever romance In the next week or month or two or so we began to talk then started to date days at the park turned to long moonlight strolls nothing could go wrong, life was so great I was always thinking of you you always thought of me two peas in a pod we were tight as a drum you locked up my heart and held the lone key I remember those days and your sweet killer smile I never imagined our love could go out of style The best days of my life or so did it seem If it wasn't a memory, it was sure a great dream

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Within That Special Moment

I love to peruse family vacation photos, 
while enjoying a very distinctive cookie
and a tasty cup of, 
french vanilla latte.

Sometimes, you just have to
return to that vacation 
and enjoy the trip, all over again.

Great memories savored,
along with, something sweet;
oh, how it takes the edge off,
of a hard week.

Within that special memory moment; 
the soul begins to sing.

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Scent of a creole woman

Louisiana creole lady
filled my weekend
ghost of lust lingers
my room silent as a flower
scent of powder and perfume
hangs in the air...

The ruins of our pleasure
sound of the sea
pages turning
her nearness enchanted me
perfume of wildflowers
moonlight and dew...

The fragrance of her skin
smell of her shampoo
breezes through as I inhale
the feel of her soft body
and deep wet kisses...

It was if
I had never existed elsewhere
her soft aroma lingers
left upon my rustling sheets...

Tonight I will sleep
on her side of the bed
because it still smells of her...
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Do you remember 
how the stars shine
above the crystal line 
of the horizon 
on the darkened Earthly sea?

How the sands whispered
and the birds whistled 
as we drifted off
into the sea?

How the waves 
clashed against the boat
and we were barely afloat?

How we awoke on 
a distant shore…

Do you remember? 

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Book of Memories

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

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I'll Find A Rare Reason To Smile

   Here on this brand new flight of day
On the grand stage of the world
I may but find a rare reason to smile,
Tho' my head springs merry in life's wilderness
My heart numb lays on a valiant pain
Somber among the public multitudes
I've felt the whips of envy on a still day
I've known the days without a bread
I've grasped the pulsing hands of a dying child
When all the streets and night is dead.
I've taste the public scourging of hate
By priest, by saints, by nobles, by poets,
By false friends
By men who lie with men, by prostitutes, 
By wealthy creeps
By common fools, by thieves, 
By nameless intellects, 
By jealous men, by deceitful scamps, 
By mere hypocrites
By men who stamp upon my youth 
With sly murmuring, with boundless lies
With streams of prejudice, with vile contempt
I've watched their hands grew fat and bright
I've watched their wealth expand to a sky
From the poor strength of a man.
I've flown to a lightless sky of solitary
God is not there, he is distant and mute
I'm forgotten thro' the pages of his memory
I bare my sorrows upon a dead wind
In shackles against a dim wall colorless
No one hears the echoing sadness of my days
No hears, no one hears!
Even the light blue stars deserts me 
Even the woods cry out in mockery
In the storming of my wretched days
And yet the moon crawls beneath a cloud 
The last embers of hope flutters away
Like a streaming mist enskied
I die! I die! I die!
In love's martyrdom
From a spectre memory snaking thro'
The strangled regions of my mind
Thro' the fleeting hours of deep quietude
My heart lays desolate and cold
Darkness creeps like the silent waters
Yet still I'll find a rare reason to smile. 
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It is through the darkest moments of our days that we see the light. Can one find a reason to smile when the darkness subdues the light. There is always a flicker of light at the end of the tunnel that can give one a rare reason to smile. Thanks for reading my  humble verses.

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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

		Yesterday rolls through my mind,
		It seems like only a matter of time,
		Like it only happened the day before,
		But it happened years back,
		So coming back to the present,
		To today, where I am now,
		I remember and then I carry on,
		I live for today,
		I know you would want me to forge ahead,
		Your face is always in front of me,
		Your eyes I always see,
		You smiling at me,
		And then there is tomorrow,
		The many dreams I need to make come true,
		And always thinking about you,
		For life is yesterday, today and tomorrow,
		And time on Earth we borrow.

		Celine Rose Mariotti

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Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!

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Lost Inside

Haunting lyrics touching the heart
Floating on silver moonbeam trails
In silence the voice inside cries
Misting treasures of things
We should have said
Things we should have did
Things that died deep within
Emotions bottled up inside
Deep within the broken heart.

Moon dressed dark velvet skies
Sun faded into the midnight oil
Songs played forever etched
to a solemn broken soul
Visions danced like in a dream
My arms reach out to the shadows
Now only haunted by darken skies
Light that has left my eyes
Shrouded memories of days gone by.

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Girl with the interesting face
And open, questioning eyes,
I see you in every crowd.
Why are your returning my gaze?
You must be searching for something
   in my face:

   A soul to touch
   A mind to fly with
   A body to know

Or on the sidewalk
Going in my circle
I pass you by.
But before we pass
We hinted, each of us,
Flirted a bit with our eyes.
We caught the other's glance
And let it linger long enough
To brighten each of us with a smile.
Sometimes we greet, but never talk
(We're strangers).
I go drifting on down;
We drift apart, stepping away,
Back to back,
And for a moment I wish that I had
Confronted you and said
Let us be friends.

I wonder if, by then,
You were lost in other thoughts,
And I turn around to look at your back
Moving silently away.
I try to remember the image of your face,
Try to analyze your look,
And I reflect on the meaning of your smile.

Maybe she saw only my admiration of her
And was pleased.

Maybe she is an extrovert
And smiles at everyone.

Maybe I reminded her,
With my boyish face
And old clothes,
Of someone she fondly knew.

Or maybe she loved me at a glance,
Knew me well,
But was unsure,
And blew out the flame
With silence.

February 24, 1971

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sweet potato pie and pumpkin pie

sweet potato pie and pumpkin pie
no whipped cream....just familial purity
the sun crisp on the skin despite the similarly crisp chill
innocence endless like wind chimes with perfect pitch
everybody influential is alive, healthy, and well
no tombstone or 'wish you were here' teardrops
no football games in man caves for that session is closed
no petty arguments or questions of rank and attention
just sweet potato pie and pumpkin pie
some whipped cream....familial purity still intact....i miss that....

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One Last Memory

An item that cannot be replaced
A memory that cannot be restored
This one possession is all that I have left
I keep it close to my heart
To carry the memory of the past
It means a lot to me
I take it with me wherever I go
Thinking of the memories before
Someday this memory will fade
And I'll be left with nothing more

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Das Ein Mannlein

Das Ein Männlein

The silent echo reflects through the lodge,
Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stum…
Repeating itself in the young boys head.
He is not yet a man, but stands proud enough to be,
Coming back here to relieve himself of his past.
Crying out as he reaches the splintering and tilted door.
The memories of the cold, the blistering cold overpower him.
He spends time collecting himself as the moon moves across the sky.

He had been here with his family-
Says the toppled dining room table.
He also wasn’t the only child in the lodge-
Says the curled up paper dolls in the fireplace.
There was music- Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stumm…
Echoes the toppled ivory-keyed piano in the corner.
There was a war, as the Russian Graffiti on the wall complains.
The crashed bomber-plane with the seat full of bones assures that fact.

He came back to the rotting lodge in the forest
Back to the overgrown pile of shambles to find something
As he digs he picks objects out of the rubble, a boar’s head, jewelry, dog-tags,
And finally the thing he seemed to have been searching for.
A baby’s bathtub, with a scrolled handle, stares at him through the dust.
What happened to the other child?
She still has all of her baby teeth in her sweet little baby head.
She’s been sitting in that bathtub ever since that horrible night.
When she was boiled to death by hungry war criminals. 

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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

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The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.

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March 19

Mama….it’s today
The chalendar shouts it
13 years breathed your last
And I still see you in dreams
And I still miss you, Mama

I’m sitting here
In front of the screen 
Wondering….what it would be like
To see your smile again
Wondering if you’d be proud of my work
I write, Mama
I write poetry
But you knew that,
You didn't know how many people 
Have read my work and like it!
You always believed in me
And you knew that one day
I’d make it as a writer
And you made me promise
To always sign my maiden name
After everything I write
I do, Mama
It’s there
After every poem I write

I’m crying, Mama
I’m crying
I miss you so much
You made me who I am
I’m just another reflection of the 
In love with words
In love with life
In love with people
The teacher
The well respected Bible scholar
The one with a caring heart whom
Everyone adored...

And then MS had to come along
And ruin everything
And change our happy dreams
Into nightmares of losing you
Broken bones
I saw it all, Mama
As I was growing up…
I saw it all
And I died a million deaths
Waiting for the time that you would go
And you left, Mama
You left me

You prayed to go
To be free from your wheelchair
He heard…
He answered…
And you are asleep in Him now
Waiting for the trumpet call
When you will be awaked from your slumber
Your smile no longer crooked
Your body no longer bent
Your voice beautiful again...
How you mourned the loss of your voice, Mama
You will sing again…
You will run and dance
And pick flowers
And I will be there, Mama
When you awake up..
I will be there to hold you and kiss you
And thank you for giving me life
And making me who I am
But for now…Mama,
I need to cry
I miss you…

March 19 is always a reminder
Of what I’ve missed all these years
A mother beside me
To guide me and love me
And to tell me that everything 
Everything is going to be Ok in the end
But I carry you in my heart
Now and forever…
You are with me, Mama
I love you!
I'll see you on the other side!
Where there will be no more death
No more crying or sickness or pain
No more MS!
Only joy...
March 19 will be no more
Only eternity!!!!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Isaiah 57: 1 & 2- The righteous perish,
    and no one takes it to heart;
the devout are taken away,
    and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
    to be spared from evil.
2 Those who walk uprightly
    enter into peace;
    they find rest as they lie in death.

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Bad Dreams

Author's Note:
surah- chapter of the quraan/ prayer
jinn- invisible spirits which can be good or bad,
and may interact with men and can create bad dreams


When I had bad dreams
My love taught me surahs
That I might recite at night
To prevent my mind 
From being poisoned
By evil jinn...

I thought of gently reminding him
That jinn were not the only beings
Capable of evil-
Nor could they be blamed 
For every troubled mind-
The memory of a smack
Stings at least as much
As from a being of clay as fire;
Harsh words are as scalding
As from a tongue of flame-
At least were it jinn
I could have claimed
It was something inhuman
That harmed me,
Not my own-

I don't say these things-
It's not his fault...
So I smile,
And tell him I love him,
And let him explain to me
How to rid myself of
The only demons he knows
How to protect me from

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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more

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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love

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Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day

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In Lost Time

I write to you my self, 
Sending you myself 
With words that I long for you
Need you and care about you 
Hope you, miss you, and want 
To share my heart, my life 
With you, all these written
On a piece of paper 
Capsule in time, in a bottle 
On the way to you
Somewhere some time
You shall get it. 
Floating across 
The seven seas
In lost time…

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Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 


and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 


that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...

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Light Captured in a Jar

I would walk under a moon
which disturbs the stars.
I would turn a penny in my pocket,
knowing neither heads nor tails,
but walking all around
the circumference of that moon
or at least in part would howl to it.

Should I wait for next year
to finish the thought or walking on
blank it out?
Memory is vastly more than sky
and more than walking.
So touch a moth at night
and taste the dew by morning.

Find sweet love and hold it close
within the arms which surround the moon.
Pour starlight into a jar of moths
and fireflies, to illuminate the darkest nights.
As night is, so is love often hidden
and unknown--
a force propelling two to clutch 
with fire in the blood and storms 
in the season of rains.

It must be a season of storms
else why do the winds blow so fiercely?
She will write to me, I know she will.
I have not heard from her since 
	storms began.

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Maya Angelou

Doctor Maya Angelou the writer
Maya Angelou the actor
Maya Angelou the poet
The singer that was Maya Angelou
That Black lady
With silk smooth voice
Like silk smiling under the finger’s touch
She is dead

Maya Angelou is dead
How does that sound?
Do not let questions go to your head
For thoughts abound
With things that have no answer for themselves
Against the contest of death we never wins
I have memory on shelves
Of those who died and left me all their sins.

Maya Angelou is dead
Not the singer, or poet, or writer
The doctor is dead
Do I hear laughter
Or the sound of ice in glass
Before they pour bourbon, scotch or gin
And say I am only like grass
Why struggle if you never win?

The caged bird is it set free at last
Will freedom mute its tongue
What happens to the sorrow of the past
And the souls of people hung
Where there was neither cross or reason
Beyond the color of my skin
It is man alone that last a season
Thinking and believing was Maya’s sin.
            D. Livingstone Smalling

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Healing mountain

Sitting on a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view before me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.

I look down to the bottom
to remind me
of how far I have come
and where I used to be
The mountain only exists
in my imagination
but I go there when I need
when live's battles get too much
It heals and restores me
once more like before
free from
stress and anxiety.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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Memory Is

Memory is,
The remnant of days long since spent,
Before life became abstract due 
To this passing of time;
Before days became saturated
With mundane things;
Shall I forever dwell
On those things that passed in the process?
Memory reminds me daily of how great things were,
When life consisted of more than answering the phone,
And responding to the WANTS of others.

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Time travel

I had lost you,
my only reason for breathing,
so I built a machine,
made with heavy tear drops and a broken heart,
wondering will this really work?
I spent so many years building this machine that might cure my heart,
I only have so little time left.

It was finally built after so many years,
I had no idea the time that had passed,
all the tears that had dripped from my heavy eyes,
the blood pumped through my veins from my warned out heart,
but I shall find you again.

I travel to the past and back to the future,
where are you?
as I wheep my soul dry,
on the edge of giving up like a man ready to jump of a cliff,
I gave one last hope and lost myself in my thoughts,
I travelled forever till I had no time,
last breath I had left,
I closed my eyes and saw your face.

I spent all my life travelling,
for what?
when all I had to do was look into my heart because thats where you always were,
right inside my heart,
I smiled as my life ended and I grabbed your hand and we lifted for eternity.

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Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first

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Autumn had fallen, in her glory Shades of garnet, topaz and amber We too, had fallen in love together True that feelings can change Just like the seasons do But our hearts are immutable Despite this love being forbidden While autumn holds us in her arms Jewelled colours and thunderstorms Shared across a distance so far But we love under the same stars They say nothing lasts forever We know that our love is everlasting And like the return of every season You are forever the one ~ Karin Bole Tupper The Eclectic Poet 27 May 2012

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How Will I

__A Holy Matrimony__

How will I say goodbye 
To this body,
This body that always
Feels my needs.
How will I detach myself
From this beauty,
This beauty that always
Put me in mind.
How will I pay this kindred,
This kindred that is always
By my side.
How will I tell the news
To this beauty,
This beauty that, 
'I am in love with her.'

How will I explain
Myself to mother
To mother that
I have found for her
A woman.
How will this new beauty
Not affect my relationship,
My cordial relationship with 
My mother.

Sure mother will receive 
This new beauty.
And if she does,
How won’t she,
This new beauty
Take my mum
From me.
Won’t there be grudge
Between me and my damsel.

Am I jealous or what?

I can't bid both goodbye.
My mum can say 'safe journey' to me
As I can say 'thank you' to her.
My fiancee will not want to hurt me
My mom won’t want to hurt my home
She will love my mom
For her benign character and love.
Together our families
(Mine and hers)
Will be united
As one big nation.

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A tide of Ghosts wail where I can hear
Outside, in the night.
It is my mind that keeps me awake
Restless, thoughts of Yesterday.
Like a dream itself, the day is remembered
(the Ghosts, like a whisper, as my mind screams)
This is meant to be,
This is meant to be,
I, of course
Want it to be.
Stones hit my my glass window
The heavy rain does adore the ghostly wind.
I wonder also if They feel the same?
Is it a foolish human
Who lies awake?
Even so, there is always
(the rain and wind hush)
Awake now
Please 'reality',
Let me have another day
So I can know
If she wants it to be...

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The Window

She stares at the paper not a word comes to write
Surrounded by peace on a dark rainy night.
Like the page in her notebook her mind remains clear.
Not a word to be written, her pen she cant steer.

No thought comes to mind as she drives memory road
Not a vision, no flashback nothing waits to be told.
She thumbs through the pages of an old book of art...
Searching for something that touches her heart.

The years took a toll on this book left untouched
Musty and frayed, the paper crinkled and rough.
Its cover is faded its corners are bent
A pressed flower within leaves a soft subtle scent.

Page after page of landscapes and faces
Baskets of fruit and flowers in vases.
Paintings and sketches most done black and white
Ancient ships at full sail, a quaint farm house at night.

Wyeth’s painting; a window, captures her eye
Takes her back to her childhood; a cabin lakeside.
At last there’s a story beginning to grow
She picks up her pen and the words start to flow.

She writes of a weekend back in the fall
The cabin they stayed in among pine trees so tall.
How she looked out her window each day that she woke
Watched the sun kiss the lake as the morning fog broke.

Outside her window there on the ground.
An old gray canoe that lay upside down.
Many times she would dream of paddling out
She’d catch a big fish; she knew it, no doubt!

She went to the window one cool gloomy morn
Happy inside in where it was cozy and warm.
She leaned on the sill, hands under her chin
Wondering what she would do, where to begin.

She gazed out the window watching drops hit the lake
Millions of circle the raindrops would make.
Red orange leaves on the trees by the shore
Now shiny and limp from the rain as it pours.

Sandcastles she built by the beach yesterday
Are nothing but mud now washing away.
No life in the forest, nothing moving around
Just that old gray canoe laying there on the ground.

By noon there was sun as clouds cleared away
“May I go outside? I want to go play!”
“I have an idea” Dad called from the door
“Let's take that canoe down to the shore.”

Dad had the fishing poles, tackle and bait.
“We’re gonna go fishing? Yeeha, I can’t wait”!
He flipped the canoe over, and loaded the gear.
The moment she wished for was finally here.

Dad pulled and she pushed that boat to the shore
She put on her life jacket Dad grabbed the oars.
Out to the middle he paddled them both
Then dropped in the anchor so gently they'd float.

She talked and she chattered about little girl things
Now looking back she must have made his ears ring.
He laughed and he nodded answered questions on cue
As the greatest dad ever, what else would he do?

An afternoon on the lake just father and daughter.
In an old gray canoe out on the water.
Not a single fish caught, only memories were made
That dark gloomy morning became a wonderful day.

At night in her bunk as Dad tucked her in
“Thanks for taking me fishing” she said with a grin.
He turned out the light then closed her door
She’s warm in her bed while out side the rain pours.

Now closing her eyes she pictures that lake
And the millions of circles the raindrops did make.
No life in the forest, nothing moving around
Just that old gray canoe laying there on the ground.

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In Loving Memory of Teahl Doley

Her brown hair.
Her kindred spirit.
Her lovely eyes.
Her smile.
Her skin.
All of those I will never see again.
Sitting in a lonely hospital bed she fought it while it literally ate her alive.
She stayed strong through it all.
But everyone has a breaking point.
She looked into her mother’s eyes and smiled.
As a tear dropped from her mothers eye..
The line went flat.
Her brown hair.
Her kindred spirit.
Her lovely eyes.
Her smile.
Her skin.
Never to be seen again.
~{In memory of Teahl Dooley who passed away from cancer at only 14. Rest in Peace Teahl}~

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Past Haunts Us Evermore

Before men cold fly there were books.
Before books there were campfires.
Some things are emerging 
	while others diminish.
The years have been changing me
	for a long day now.
There were thoughts that turned 
	as I walked today,
with some apprehension about making
	it to the end of the lane 
	in freezing cold.
But I curled my hands into a fist 
inside my gloves, with false fingers
I could wave with those wobbly fingers
	when cars drove by.
Sometimes I waved presumptuously
	when the windows were tinted,
not knowing what beast was at the wheel
	that I could not see.
The cold air prompted me to blow my nose,
	and I expelled a head full of 
	needless thoughts.
I spat out memories as well, but they were
	backed up on my synapses,
	layer upon layer,
like a mirror reflecting another mirror,
	with me in the middle--
or in the distance; I could not tell.
Those memories are as endless as the past
	and days play out and fall over
like a row of dominoes,
	stretching round the world.
Meanwhile I search the shelf 
	for that elixir 
which will wrap time into a still
with a panoramic view of eternity.

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The Rat Race

As a child, I had much to do
Crushed it, when I tried to grew
Participant of the Rat Race, I am
Suddenly everything was scattered away

Now when I try to think of you
And calculate what went wrong
Where was my mind that day?
Why everything went so wrong?

After endless struggle, when I dream
Those equations , cry and scream
My demand curve went wrong way
And that was the end of everything 

The sweet little Tom & Jerry
still playing with no worries
Then my mind cries and says
those days are so far away

Every-time when I think of it
I think as I'm a liar and cheat
After this endless bargaining 
Life ends here.... Screaming

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Cold Shadows of Subconscious

Cold shadows form
Blacker bars from locked window
Fall upon the remaining light and I
Wake caged memories as animals
Metaphors arouse the senses
Silence louder grips regret
And all I can do
Is think to run
But, instead I again hold on tighter
To my waning sanity
No signs insist on warning
Moments like rocks are falling
Always continue to pile up images within
That now stirs the soup thick dark 
And begin to play out
An unspeakable act 
Every year upon this very day
I watch from balconies, stuck 
In tragedies portrayed
And now I see…
What I forgot
Mother, lying
Covered about her sins
Beneath, I’m a child crying
Guilt turning always finds its way 
Around the coo-coo clock
Of hands and helpless
To time’s army, life’s ending, ticking, plot
If, but for an instance
I could be free
Free from what
A reality without her
And her needed love
When is enough, enough!
Please, subconscious just let me go…
And I promise
I’ll keep on… going and forgetting

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Out In Cold Alaska

He liked sleeping in the barnyard 
with the carnivorous pigs, clucking 
halfway through the night. Emptied 
picnic basket dribbling cobalt off the 
sides, if that was what a wooden chin 
looked like then he'd seen it all.. 

Green ended nappies, white hair dye 
and rubber teeth. At the very least, a 
cavorting priest... although that was 
nothing out of the ordinary. 

Shivering at his own memories, 
the blanket now outgrown.

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Paradise Lost

Many many years have passed by
She sits alone and reminisces
Reading the diary from when they first met
Recalling the memories from so long ago

She remembers back to her wedding day
Orange blossoms intertwined in her hair
Sweet scented gardenias in her bouquet
Her handsome groom standing at the alter

How she would love to go back
To those halcyon days gone by
When her husband was still alive
Not just a memory in her mind's eye

He fought for king and country
To give others a better life
Now he resides in paradise
And in the heart of his lonely wife

Written for Poem in Paradise Contest  
Sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst
~ Awarded 4th Place in Contest~ 

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Shadow Attention Stalking

A claim from me of your shadow is the attention of my own, and when you point to mine as well we then become the same. Should this then be justified, to move our selves to this? I will say yes if through it we quell the line of intent those forms expel. Does quell then lead us as if we've moved? at last transparent in sight and in mood? with memory to move by what attentions grasp, and already again we start to maintain a past. See, there is more to the abstract then memory or sex, or leading attention to forms of the next. Or even the lines which bring form to the scape for the witness towards constructs of worlds where we meet. It's more then our knowing of your memory and leadings, and far more then the affect put forth from proceedings. or the memory of action of you within another... already abstracted, and unknown still abstracting. There is more to the abstract then sound, memory, movement or sex... or even the act of bringing our attention to the next. Merge with me, least we still become these shadows.

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Where I'm From

I am from bobby pins and countless bottles of Aqua Net hairspray.
From yellow blankets and pink satin, Russian Pointe shoes. 

I am from the yellow house with the brick red roof on the corner of the street.
I am from the sprawling orange tree and its sweet smelling blossoms and the mile-high Oleander bushes housing hundreds of pesky orange caterpillars. 

I am from annual Thanksgiving reunions and southern belles. From Gaetano LaMarca and Prince Pasta. 
I am from “When I was your age…” and the Thanksgiving talent shows that Aunt Laura always seemed to coax me into participating in. 

I am from “Tomorrow is another day” and “5…6…7…8!”
I am from the body and blood of Christ and the musty incense of Easter vigil mass. 

I am from sticky and sweet monkey bread and unbearable, soggy, and glutinous southern casseroles. 
I am from the WOP’s of New England and the Jet Ski that sent my grandmother tumbling into the ocean and the origin of Prince Pasta Wednesdays. 

I am from towers of elaborate handcrafted Clarice Cliff china and the antique armoires that hold a million memories of the past and a million more to come. 

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I am lost until I find you

I should have known your absence would bring agony
I should have known distance had claws
I should have known tears could bite
Then I would have thought better and not let you go.

Like Achilles sword, our distance pierces through my soul
Leaving me with a never-to-fill-up and ineffaceable aperture 
That I wish I could close the wounds with my expressivity
But our severance has driven me into expressive motor aphasia.

I stare into my world, my azure sky looks darkened 
I see nothing; I feel nothing; but only your absence
I’ve tried to make my heart static, yet it keeps trembling
I’m totally lost until I find you.

Whenever I recall our covenant- never to be apart
The memories hound me; and I feel guilt-ridden.
My emotions run over me and put me on guilt trip
And I feel mortified for letting you off my world.

I regurgitate the juice of unending friendship we drank
Just to have a facsimile taste of what I used to have, now lost
I loved your body; I was proud of your figure
And I will always celebrate you.

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Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013

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A battered old saucepan

It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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Elusive in memory is time’s moment.
Re-minds me of the American Dream
The sweetness of taste
Is momentum to continue
Young reveal the seconds
Old use a depth-gage
Fortunate need reminders
Loners are lying, to enjoy the bitter.
Moments mine, usually have a partner.
Always opposite of gender
Joy a reaction to a cleaver action
Scenery the sputal Canvas
Weather the influenced comfort
Sight, data processed
As art plays a soundtrack
Coffee shop laughter 
Mixes the rich, with dark flavor
Two center seated
Alone with ghosts
When I realized love
In a memory to come.

(inspired by the “Kings of Leon” song)

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Memories Beyond the door

It's strange the memories that we keep
Or the dreams we dream when we sleep
Some memories are just too hard to find
  While others are  etched deep  within  our mind

 The memory of that first kiss
fills my heart with glee
The memory of loved ones lost
Let those tears flow free

Childhood memories that bring pleasure
In the mind are safely kept
And when I wish to explore them further
I do so at my leisure

But there is a door inside the mind
Beyond which  you do not go
The most painful memories are stored there
To revisit them brings back all the fears
And so you  keep them locked away
Never to see the light of day

5- 1- 2013

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Who were those hoodlum, who wanted thy do lour ,
thou were revered by all the classes , honored by only colors' ,
thou ruled the entire family of the galleys , who looked like the great Hercules ,
who had a large amount of strength , whose strength was impenetrable .

Oh my great - Titanic , thou were the stage on which many lovers passed by,
those lovers who enjoyed their voyage dancing "Hula", which made thee more intensify,
there was a Capella sang by the silent water , which gave color to the entire dance ,
where have thy beauty gone , which have left us back alone , giving no further glance .

  It was not thy carelessness , but the carelessness of thy master ,
thy master - underwent enjoying lashings , never thought the approaching disaster ,
in spite of loosing hubris , thou had been praised by all ,
nevertheless it was passable , but thy lifespan had become less and small.

Whom would I like to draw the blunder , for they were also in love  with thy splendor ,
thy luxury would result winning bountiful amount of hearts ,  counting those spirits leaving the globe without blunder ,
I seek pardon to my dearest sweetheart ,  for my humble tears could sail thy gorgeous carcass ,
I have to get rid of all those pains , by crafting thy beauty to the late mausoleum grass .

I kept dreaming for thy creative beauty , but beauty never thought for my dreams ,
my thoughts try reaching the sun , but thy imagery covers all the sun beams ,
 I promise to build a minster for thee , where my dreams and thoughts   idolize thy existence ,
the minster would pray the poetic words of mine , never allow my mind-set reveal thy grieve disappearance !

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The Anatomy of My Disgust

A stoma and a scar 
like the Grand Canyon
form a conspiracy 
against my body. 
The stoma--raw and 
fleshy--looks like a red 
and beefy barnacle on 
my side that constantly 
oozes and drains feces 
and waste like an 
overflowing, backyard 
cesspool. It sickens me.

Near the red and moist 
stoma lies a huge, 
crooked scar on my 
stomach and abdomen. 
It is like the Grand 
Canyon of Arizona--an 
immense displacement 
of the local landscape, 
only instead of earth 
and rock and soil it is 
my skin and muscle 
and tissue that has been 
gouged away. Like my
stoma, it sickens me as
well. Because of them
both, my body now
feels to me like the 
raw anatomy of 
what's disgusting.

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Summer of 63

"Negroes" and pork pie hats
white shirts, black ties
sweat stains under their arms,
even wetter, the pressed handkerchiefs that wipe faces and necks.
Father Abraham looks down upon his children
and sees the words "I am a man" over and over again.
It is hot, and white girls with beehives and Peter Pan collars
cool their heels in the reflecting pool. Images of a monument to a slaveowner look up at them.
Somewhere a song plays
on a transistor:
"I Can't Stay Mad at You"
shoo-bee-doo-bee-doo wop.
A dream is young at 50 -- compared to the kingdoms of Europe, that wall in China. 
A dream at 50 won't die. Even now, it haunts the sleepless, promising a new birth of freedom -- to let men grow old together, hand in hand,
to let immigrants walk the hot streets of Arizona, work their lawn service jobs 
and not fear being sent away.
Today, in the global freedom capital, tourists stroll clipped lawns and snap pictures of order and majesty, of white, doric columns, Greek temples.
They email the images back to starved souls in Odessa and Beijing. 
That Skeeter Davis song still plays. You can hear it in the molecules of the air, the bits of history that have attached themselves to His marble feet, refusing to evaporate.
The wind carries a tiny echo about a dream and freedom 
and America living up to its promise.
The hope of the world?
History is sticky, heavy ... like the sultry air of summer.
It won't go; 
It lives.
It makes our hearts heavy 
and haunts our minds.

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Memories Adrift

A fragrance drifts. . .
haunting like forgotten, formless souls,
a swift remembrance-bearing wave
cresting on the ship-blank sea.
Somewhere in those pearl studded waters you linger,
your gentle laughter echoing,
sounding riplets on the pebbled beach.

Another breeze, foreign scent bearing,
and our fleeting dance is forever gone;
how strongly the sense of your presence
escaped from the past's closed door.

A beam of sanded driftwood, limb stripped, lies stranded
just beyond the reach of creaming foam,
home hungry, like a memory once loved but since discarded, 
set free but afraid to roam.

September 3, 2014

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Finding Releif

Finding relief

I find myself awake again in the middle of the night, 
I haven’t slept in weeks.
My body aches and my mind is a blur,
I fight to keep my heavy eye lids open.

I feel the soft sheets under my body,
the fan is ticking above my head.
I am bundled in the fluffy blanket,
all things are in place.

As I fight to go back to sleep the memory returns.
The haunting night of long ago,
finds me vulnerable again.
There is no beating an invisible foe.

The memory of us together,
the memory of companionship.
The memory of safety,
The realization of loneliness.

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events in life happen within the sequence of time but in their significance find a unique order an acquiescent awareness a special soul-mate memory that very rarely leaves our hearts © September 2013—Kim van Breda

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It is so hard to let go of love,

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
from the deepness out of sight,
hardly ever losing . . .

Blisters lust into the greedy thumb.
the startled brake lets go.

It dives full length into the never,
finds the limit of its leash,
pounds against its half-round prison,
demands unknot
at end of end of rope -
Let go!

Got you, shrieks the reel and reeler
cranking in the give and take.
The line is taut,
the weight upon it heavy, 
not docile,
and waiting . . . 

. . .waiting for adrenaline:
against the angry, smoldering thumb.
Caught to catcher,
fish to fisher:
let me go!

It tries too hard to turn to something else: away.
Away and bottom still beyond the knot,
the creature climbs toward the light, 
the something.
her leap, an alchemy:
silver unto gold.

Sun shining.
Sea smiling,
crinkled all about.

slow motion 
of glints 
and droplets,
the yesses.

Million mile amnesia.
Buddha flashback:
a flash of tooth,
then placid lips close over any sign of youth . . .

. . . as if the fish had never been.
-the fisher wonders:
gone forever?

The line is limp
as if . . .
for all the years of it,
nothing at its other end.

A flash of recognition:
she leaps another time, 
not knowing if what held her holds.
Silver fish scales golden ladder
a sunbeam at a time,
and all the rungs of memory -
so slow,
breaks air an instant.

The line has held
and as she leaps, it claims her,
a thunder clap.
Arrested in her flight,
and broken,
she drops deadweight into the bucket sea-
fish to air to gold to water,
too bad.

Of the gold,
an afterglow centered in the thumb.
Did it happen?
Was she really there?
Was I?

Air turns to air once more, 
the fisherman to memory,
pig-a-back the job at hand,
one slender monofilament insisting: no! 
and memory, another plastic,
refusing to let go.

Another time:
my pretty lovely,
so flying and so softly spun,
you seemed the air to me.
So high and free,
so very near the sun,
my tears dissolve the earth’s connection.
The line my hands are holding:
to limit freedom at its height,
impossible without restraint-
the line between us,
  	subtle and so gossamer.
 		There, it glinted,
there! So very real.

Real . . .
The hook is realer.
Tangerine transfusion from the fastened lip,
transfuse dilution
bleeds unreckoned into the larger blue.
The sea - as wide as weakness -
sucks the strength without a hunger.
Tired, the hooked,
and tiring even more,
the line grows stronger, 
shortening toward the bobber boat.
I’ve got her, cries the fisherman,
raping at dead weight,
dragging mystery toward the kitchen
-on his mind is steak.
Slaughter, separate from supper,
passion with a knife, 
the knife . . .

. . . the knife is ready
held tight between the skinless thumb,
and vendetta fingers -
five Sicilian brothers 
waiting for their sister to come home.

The other hand around the rod
is closing on the lover’s throat.
The rod’s erect,
the reel is angry.
Come, my dear, come, come.

She hears the music of the end,
the bowstring whine of gut
still lean and taut from her weight alone,
hears the rhythm of the reel
and tries to run once more
-provoking lust to snatch still harder-

but can’t . . .
. . . is free at last
of strength
surrendered with the last of blood:
quicksilver nearing zero-
and two dollars worth of ice.

Maiden fish,
(a virgin: never dead before)
betrayed and penetrated,
(it’s time now to give in, enjoy)
rests her weight upon the line,
sinks upward,
toward the bottom of the boat.

The whore! I see her in the water!
She gave me quite a fight.

The captain, ready with the gaff,
the lover, in his rented swivel chair,
seize her from the water.
The maiden’s heartbeat
is faint and futile as a final cry of rape.
Her breath is fear, yet sounds like passion
at the very end.
Her swoon is now complete.

Her swain is prickled with his heat.
His blood pounds within his thumb.
He gloats,
is left alone with her.
He ponders . . .
. . . while he does,
she pales and sheds her rainbow.
Her eyes turn glassy from the air,
and death.
She’s turned to meat.

He lusts at memory for a moment,
then dries the little sweat
and goes forward for a beer,
and band aids.

The captain’s seen it all before,
surgically removes the hook
and tidies up the gear.
He and the mate carry her to the ice 
and lay her out within the cold.
The mate disinfects the deck
with sea water and a stiff brush.

Returning with his second beer,
a badge of gauze and Vaseline upon his thumb,
the lover is confused.
The deck, shipshape,
so bare 
of scales and blood
it all might not have happened.
Then there would be hope.

The mate calls him to the ice chest
for the viewing,
opens it . . 
I’ve lost her. There she is.

The smell . . . it must wash off !
Time to go home.
The sea is empty.
It is over.
My thumb!

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I never promised you a rose garden

i won’t forget the times when i made roundish letters 
in blue-black ink 
as if i were crushing blackberry beads 
perfumed and wild 
and in the eyes of that man by chance 
it was always the same toulouse-lautrec painting 
with my watery blue dress 
like a cloud in an armchair the color of rose petals 
frozen rotted in november 
with his checkered hat thrown 
accidentally over my raincoat 
i wondered too much 
why he squeezed the whole sun between his teeth 
while laughing 
i continued to write about the dreams 
like white dead pigeons 
my lord 
with the heart shielded between wings

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Empty Without You

It’s me and the four walls again…..

The house is dead silent
without the exhibit
of your infectious excitement,
which made my sunset
brighter, and my breakfast
much more tastier

My heart writhed in pain
when you left in the rain
to pick up a bullet-train,
which even added echoes
of our Love in my mind

These echoes have taken
me to an asylum once,
but not twice

Managing to prove my “sanity”
to my psychiatrist,
I managed to get back into
our old, same house again
and sit at a corner of a room,
rewinding our beautiful moments
that we cherished in my mind
over and over again like a
broken stereo

The four walls are a witness
of my love for you

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thinking of people who were

I sit in my chair
thinking of people who were
and are 

I lie in my bed
thinking of people who were
and are dead 
but who live in my head 

when I am gone 
will I or you remember me
in  your head
in your bed

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A Dream Within A Lie

Take this life, a dream within a lie, 
Uncertain images, surrounding light, 
For what I've seen, for what I've known, 
There is no "hope" for as you go. 
Take my crime, a pain within your shrine, 
Unspoken dreams, unbearable memories, 
Fading away with time, dust in the sea of lies. 
Take this love, if possible let it grow. 
Let it breathe, let it die, 
Turn back as you walk away, 
Through that door of eminent lost.

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Eternal Breath

As you lay sleeping
Entombed in the ground below
The memories of you come rushing in
Of the love you bestowed
Your laughter,
Your warm embrace,
Your breath upon my face
I linger in this tome of memories
Moments frozen in time -
It is here you will always live
And it is here you will never die-
Bound together by moments in time

                                                       Jan Cannon

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Dust From the Past

Dust From the Past

They aren’t all bad,
these dusty memories, 
my mind sees 
fit to retain.
Where they all
stay hidden, you see,
is not for me
to explain.

Some are just 
like static
shocking me sharply
into pleasant scenes
while others 
are like the stove hood 
greased over
so the memory clings.

Some appear
quite often
and others
not often enough.
Some bring a smile
to this old face
but for some
the remembrance
is tough.

They must collect
like errant dust
trapped awaiting
brain's nerves 
to synapse
or perhaps they wait
for a dusting thought
to collect them
in hearts relapse?

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Why should the mimic apologize? 
Where are the cupboards?
Where are the wages?
Where is the tailor? I had
no use for algebra, I knew it-
in as much incognito on a prefabricated track,
in order that....
free thinking then supposing,
til warning for dreamless help provided,
a typewritten treat from this meditative cell on
a bi-directional night, just as incensing this layer, once
shouting, against kaleidoscoped winds...
Will the dubious cartoon walk on top of the comparison?
or will the prevailing keystroke provoke a smashing debt?
Their marriage possessed an alcoholic copyright.
just as the about face twists the rear.... 
A wizard paces..... surveying the blackboard
just when a scholar stands,
and rocks across a page, so that unless
Some author squeezes, a western dialect,
lest now his leisure violates,
a once welcomed, road of gold on the critical side, in as much until
and even faster still, a projecting spontaneous cricket,
now in a graveyard embarrassed by his wasteful song,
messy thoughts, broken prized belief, 
sweeping away the cheat,
disregarding the window from the top,
so that a porter yawns,
outside the offending captor, who wears a wolf pendant,
underneath the inside havoc, if only
the technology collapses before
the funerals, thick attack, talk on top,
of frozen outlines, and a leather sofa cracked,
from opinions changing, as correspondence leaked,
so behind smoke, a fire of desire lurking near the conflicting repertoire,
next to the guilty bystander, raining like a thief, now interferes, who
stirs the sticks... across the crossroads,
Can the music spin the guilty onto a bandwagon until the other staggering strangers advancing,
to the next fizzy, dizzy, bog...
while guides await in order to assault corrupted fantasies,
beside crystal strips, where rusty knights in armor, sitting on a park bench
trying every half measure,
disturbing breezes,  
in the haze of memories. Stir these random thoughts and let their impressions talk to you and one another.
Who knows how the mind really works?

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Running back in time, looking for him in places he once used to be

Sitting in my room with the headphones plugged in at full blast ... lost in the song I close my eyes shutting out my surrounding.
Transported to the world that was ...  I see a stairway, an elevator, a glass door, a fish tank...all in a flash, like a slideshow!!
I see faces . . . faces on the stairway, in the elevator, on the other side of the glass door, faces that are familiar, that are warm.
I scan through them...walking through the glass door across the corridor, coming across more faces...I race towards the staircase clutching to my hopes.
And here on the staircase I stand alone, without hopes, no more silent wishes, with nothing in my heart I close my eyes...I stand there for a moment, a two and don’t know how many more.
There's no sound, am sure the faces aren't following, maybe they don't even see me, yet there's something. . .something that makes me open my is a whiff of smoke wafting towards me...a teardrop trickles down my cheek, sliding onto the floor losing itself!
There he is, in a state of carefree abandon, with a cigarette between his fingers, lost in thought oblivious to my presence...
With a smile on my face I walk back into the corridor across the glass door. . .and all the familiar faces nothing but a blur... he's here, gazing at the fish tank...I stand there for an eternity waiting for him to look into my direction...he seems at peace with himself, the slant eyes are soft, almost smiling...I want to touch him but my hand won't move!
He walks out, I follow...he enters the elevator, there are those faces lurking around, still a blur...I want to call out to him, can't find my voice...the door slowly shuts..
No more blur faces around...the stairway, fish tank, the elevator, the glass door all slipping away, melting with the music in my ears...I open my eyes with a start...and here I am in my room again, with the books scattered all over my bed and with him still stuck in my head!!

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You’re the shining sun and silver moon, Glowing brightly in my heart, Your words soothe my thoughts, And for once, I don’t worry. Though we couldn’t talk much, It’s like I’ve known you all my life. But I don’t. I want to know more about you, Who you really are, what you look like, I want to know more about you. Unlike others, I’ve been given a messiah, One I could talk to about anything, Guardian angel, are you worried about me? I know I get hurt a lot and I hurt others. I know I’m tainted and cruel, I’m sorry. Can you forgive me? I don’t know what I was thinking. I regret it and I want to take it back. But I can’t… So, as I repent under a perpetual, gray light, Let us enjoy each other’s company, For I know all too well, Good things come to an end. Family, Friendships, Life, Love… So, may we hold hands and share an embrace? Just for a moment, please, Let us share a moment of eternal bliss. May 17,2013

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These steep hills are part of me
Where I learned to ride a bike
And gazed over the industrial haze
And ice-dammed the steep melting  streets
So the toy boat couldn’t
Drift out of control downslope.

Now,  like snow  in  June  -
Uninvited, unwelcome, unmanageable,
Smothering crocuses and new flowers of spring  -
A cold draught from
A half-opened door into this cosy room, 
They burst like unwelcome guests
Into my dreams
Into my life of wine and cheese
And curtly demand fish and chips.

My inner party abruptly
Gate-crashed by Gateshead,  my
Self-congratulatory speeches
Interrupted by raucous Geordie noise
From familial, understood, known,
Predictable, and  long-forgotten 
Relatives who turn up of a sudden
At a wedding and old fights reawaken;
Familiar like a cousin
Not always pleasant and warmed.

Steep hills and sudden
Gouged by ice, and water-formed - 
This is no  civilized landscape gentle
With  demesne and orchard
And sun-kissed downland mantle;
It is the terrain of warfare,
Of Northumbrian tearing at Scot
Of Hadrian walling off the terrifying Pict,
Where the sea is held by Marsden’s cliffed form
And Cullercoats huddles in fear of a storm where
All my hull of well-rounded vowels comes adrift gaping,
And  the keel of my flat northern burr is exposed;

And the long years of barnacle scraping
Have left only a superficial gloss of paint there.
The steep hills of Tyneside,
Green but not the hills of home :
Uninvited they come,  like guests gate-crashing,
Spoiling the illusion of civilization
Overpainted onto  a  canvas
Woven in Gateshead from the strings
Of Hood Haggie’s ropeworks.

Recently I have noticed that distant memories of childhood tend to return inexplicably, and unwanted. I hated that dismal town, yet I have long realized that the gloss of education and travel of a lifetime does little to disturb my established character,  largely formed from that town’s environment.

Gateshead = large dismal industrial town in the Tyneside region of  northern England.
'Geordie' =  anyone/anything from Tyneside.
Northumbria = an  ancient kingdom in that region, frequently at war with Scotland.
Roman emperor Hadrian built a wall across England to keep out the Picts, 117 AD.
Marsden = a seacoast district near Gateshead  with 200 foot cliffs. 
Cullercoats = fishing village on the coast near Marsden.
Hood Haggie’s  = a one-time very important rope industry in Gateshead 

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The eyes

Never I know,
what is flowing form your eyes to my heart 
I only feel  somthing collapse.
and gradually I finish...

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it isn't in the time

it isn't in the time, neither in the dream 
nor in the feeling's vagueness 
but it is to what uncertainty 
as well the ungovernable hopelessness 
- which here outline the notes 
of a forgetful page, like a mark 
will be going to melt away in the snow - 
nearlier fix themselves onto, it is to that 
you hand over, what of yourself 
the memories leave behind and what never 
admired you won't be able to gaze at 
anymore... but it's the instant 
it is the instant which snows of memories 
ancient and lost, ravagely fascinating 
memories, unforgettable emotions which 
bloodily plunge their cutting sword into 
your soul, and you, you aren't able to bear 
your bundle of rags and doubtful intents 
further on anymore, as under the dismayed 
light of the misted illuminance life vanishes

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Corner Store

The smell of lavender
Memory released
Walking down a quaint street
White picket fences
Hand in grandmas hand
Avoiding cracks
Protecting my mom's back
Sun warming my face
Squinting away the yellow
Down a long hill 
Going to the corner store
Nickels and pennies held in my small hand
An empty pop bottle tucked under my arm
I am skipping now
There's  a treat waiting for me
The ding as I step through the door
My feet shuffle along the floor
There is so much to see
I'm lost in my glee
Hey mister can I have a bag
He passes one to me
Such a difficult choice
Three candies for a penny
One bottle fifteen candies
That's just dandy
I'm smiling ear to ear
Thanks grandma for bringing me here
The smell of lavender
Mixed with sweets
Some memories are a treat

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Funny Thing About The Yard

It’s always behind or in front

seems it needs a door to get to

never complains when it rains

pleasantly, pets poop & pee

friends & family cross to hug me

my connect out there

in the back and front

it’s what I have now for all the hard

that stretch out there

the yard

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I Remember

The breezes and the trees
From summers long ago

Summer reading programs
Done in under four days
-- Give or take

Of sneaking out to read
By pale moon light

With dreams of Xiandré, twins and knights
Of crazy thoughts when I wake 

I remember
A life not my own
Nor my only

Humanity’s screams
For salvation

Cries of betrayal
Despair and failure
-- Innocents discarded
Of tears shed for 
The lost, the dead, the unwanted

Stories of warriors and mages
Injuries and battles,
Wars and bloodshed

I remember
Feelings not my own
Nor my only

Waking up, picking up
Returning to the day

Longing glances to the bag
Friends unmade, unknown

Dreams, memories
Unsung heroes

Lives they gave
Pain we shared
A trial of time

I remember…do you?

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Looking at the map, the worn creases
Roads, interstates, lakes and valleys
Pastel colors on crinkled paper 
Time will pull and tug in small amounts 
Though met with violent resistance 
Many springs have soothed the fever  
Thoughts of you are gentler now 
Years have worn harsh edges down 

The southern states of our youth 
A smile, a photograph tucked into a book 
The dreams that happen less and less
Little tremors where mountains once toppled 
I went for a drive yesterday
Alone, thank god 
The landscape went by so fast
I feel the sun through the windshield 
It's hot, it burns my eyes, but I feel it 
And I like that I can feel 
It's in these soft, quiet, gentle times
When breathing isn't such a chore 
Yes, we will live on--

The river moves forward 
I've made peace with you  

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What do I do with that love that filled the void
Do I fill it in with a choice that is inevitably yours
To do with it what meanderings in the mind one might contrive 
Which presents definable conditions
That define us inevitably 
What if the world really did revolve around you
Should I simply capitulate and resign
Or is there more to this than what I perceive
And simply leave it as it is
As what was originally conceived 
And leave


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Vaguely in the dark halls of remembrance I see you dance. 
It is with me forever an ache inside and will always be there. 
Dancing ....... on a high place ...... in a false land. 
In the dark trees you step high as you dance under a bright moon 
The step lives in me forever trapped in my head and will forever be there. 
Dancing ....... on a high place ...... in a false land.

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The Sittee River

The Sittee River

Tumbling down from the magnificent Maya Mountains,
The rabid Sittee River rushed headlong, 
Over-flooding its banks and the giant mangroves
On its long journey to the open Caribbean Sea.
Once forest green, the River’s color was now a dirty brown.
Hundreds of floating logs all rafted and chained together
Like creeping caterpillars lined up on a dead leaf.
These lumbering mahogany logs, once majestic living trees
Would be transformed mostly into polished furniture.

Attention captured by this rambling rapidly roving River,
As a child I sat at my window wondering,
What other dark secrets did this wandering River hold?
Could it reveal the life of the ancient Mayas, other civilizations, or more?
I may never know.
Today the old beautiful River is clear and bitingly cold,
Keenly listening –
Vigilantly watching - 
Waiting for new adventures to unfold!

As a child, I grew up in the Sittee River Village in Central America, and this is 
one of my earliest memories of the River.

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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 

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The sound of June sounds like nothing but June.
Sweet! like the last drop of fine wine dripping from the warm tongue of a lover.
Leaving you wanting more for the remaining 29 days.

The sound of June to me is like music from 7 harps and a grand piano.
That sink my soul into the timelessness of the moment.
Junes come and go like rain.
Like porcelains leaving circles on the table.
Memorable photographs left hanging on the thin wooden
walls between love and hate; pleasure and pain;
lessons and mistakes; friendships, fights.
Coincidences; serendipity; synchronicity; light.
Epiphanies; truth; lies.

The sound of June breaks my heart.
Cos it reminds me of a little midget king plucking sunflowers to his mama.
Wearing a big permanent smile like the world would end if he didn't.
Now he's all hardened; like ice in a cold world.
No room for big hearts like his in the city.
Time's changed. But will change again.

It's still a beautiful world; With beautiful people.
Beautiful minds. Beautiful things.
Beautiful songs. Poetry; words.
Beautiful nights; Places.
Beautiful month.

For the sound of June sounds like nothing but June.
Sweet! like the last drop of fine wine dripping from the warm tongue of a lover.
Leaving you wanting more for the rest of the year.

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The Wilted Flower

“The Wilted Flower”

I have a distant memory 
Which increasingly fades with time
Of a seemingly different life
when I was happy without strife
I smiled without guilt
I loved and accepted all
I did not care what others thought
Because I liked myself
But then I let the world in
My tragic and grievous mistake
If I could go back, I'd change my choice
And not succumb to their sweet, but poisonous words
They could not stand it
Seeing me so joyous
Didn't you know 
that love is dangerous?
Fearing the power that I contained through this beautiful feeling
They convinced me I would be better off if I fit in
They pointed out my flaws
Made me feel worthless
Broke me down beyond repair
Then rebuilt me in their image
Like a flower shielded from the sun, I began to wilt
I changed into a person I could no longer recognize
No longer the person I wanted to be, but the person others told me I should be
I became tired, dazed, drained, defeated
Lost in a hellish maze with no escape
I gave in
Did what they told me
Listened to them
Became a perfect copy
Now I am skinny
                and pretty

~Serena Mott

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A Collage

As we bought the three-storied house
With our dreams and desires
To provide my dad a serene life.
But it broke our hearts to lose him.
The day God called him home.
To feel his presence all the time
We hang a collage in the formal room
To keep him with us.
There he is swimming on the Arabian sea
Below there is Press cutting showing
India’s Independence movement
With Gandhi leading and his love
For doing Yoga with saints on Gomti’s bank.

There is a vacancy in the collage
Not sure, my world tour photos, cuttings
Front pages of my books will fit in
As my time comes.


Dr. Ram Mehta

Dt. 10/9/13
3rd place win
Contest:  Collage Held Dear by Frank H.
* Gomti is the name of the river on whose bank my home town is situated.

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Cool Water

Cool Water

It’s been so long since I’ve had that water
The soft rain of you restored every withered part of me
And my blood still burns
Recalling your touch…like gentle showers

In the dark I can see your face
Summoning each familiar detail
Brings my heart to a state of grace
It knows so rarely now

Like sepia dust kicked up by an old car on a dirt road
The tendrils of my memories fade to nothingness
As if they never existed, and settle once more
Waiting for the cool water to drench me

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Sunrise was rising
behind the blue mountains
facing the stunning Bay
of Naples.

Ah! No thought was more 
painful than my farewell
to childhood that had started
and soon gone!

Why was deep sadness
anticipating tomorrow...
weren't others wishing me
good fortune? 

Why wouldn't a smart boy
live his happy future
where gold was a promise...
was it fear?

With an incredible  
strength I carried my weight...
enduring many pains,
losing heart.

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Nautdah, they called you, 
In your real life they named you,
When you knew yourself,
When you lived out on the unforgiving plains.

As Nautdah, Comanche captive, 
You Became Comanche; 
Leaving behind the girl
Who was Cynthia Parker
Sloughed off like an ill-fitted skin.

You gave to birth
Their greatest leader, Quanah
In a field of wildflowers on the Texas plain;
Forsook your language and embraced
That century of blood and pain
For the sake of a people who's way was dying
Even as you butchered bison on the endless sea of grass.
They recaptured you and made of you a monument to what their wildness
Had made of you:
A woman of the Elements, a woman who would not be cowed
By the conventions of her time;
A woman who would never cease
Trying to return to the people to whom she really belonged,
To the people who belonged to the Sky, the Earth, the Wild Horses.

And before Quanah died, having lived with his feet in both Worlds,
He arranged to have your bones interred near his,
Where the two of you could lie together
And dream of wildflowers, and Freedom.

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a tear

a tear i shed is more than enough. ennough to say, no shout "IM SAD" 
enough to scream "IM MORE THAN MAD" 
and i hate to cry. especialy in public. 
it draws attention and that's not me. so when i cry i pray that nobody sees.
 i'll fold my hands over my eyes curled up in a ball and to noones supprise,
 ill be surrounded by the pond ive made , 
covered with smeared mascre, smeared down my wet cheeks,
 with a box of tissues by my side 
and a memory in my mind, 
ill cry to say one last time 
for this is the beginning of my fight.

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The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.

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Lover's Embrace

So unfaithful and so scared
I walked His way, with so much haste
A day of regret, A day of glee,
Never made up my mind,to what i feel
He kept giving and I kept taking
Always for granted,always mistaken
In prostration i realized, what it really is,
His love for me, my love for Him
That miserable night in my bedroom
with a broken heart, sadness and doom
No one was there,not even the air,
It cut my throat as i took an inhale
Through my sighs and my cries
I felt someone by my side,
He soothed and caressed me by His touch
He didn't let me die, i wanted it very much
I kept hearing Him say My love,
I love you more than anything in this world,
I bleed with you,in your broken heart i dwell,
He smiled for me and that was enough
to get me out of pain to relieve my misery,
He answered all my questions, told me to breathe
I cry when He said i will always be here,
I love you so much but you always win in love,
He said  don't compare love, 
Love has no boundaries, no measurement,no comparison
It is what makes the universe go round,
He is forever in me and I am in Him,
My love my existence , my everything.

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Summer Memories

Summer is fleeting
Vacation is ending
Festivals are passing
Season is changing.

Warmth begins to wind down
As Autumn slowly creeps 
Leaves slowly change colors
Lavishing in gold
As they part from branches.

Though summer is going
Something is staying
That will hold to heart
For years to come.

Placing feet in the water
Feeling the coolness sweep
Across our ankles so high
As we stare off at the sky.

The rainy days
Thundrous nights
Hail struck down
Golf balls from the sky.

Ferris wheel that I rode
As the fog swept through
Adding a mysterious atmosphere
As it shrouded the shoreline.

The fun we had at the meetup
Dressing up at Veteran's Park
Acting crazy and silly
Just being ourselves.

Birthdays celebrated
Friendships honored
Bonds strengthened
Trials beated

Though summer is ending
As the seasons are changing
Yet the memories created
Will never be shaded.

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Old Soldiers And Fallen Angels

Once upon a time, I loved a soldier...

His topaz eyes turned to me, dusty
In the middle of the blazing desert
Pleading for the coolness
Of the rain I couldn’t make fall
Onto the furnace raging in his soul
And all around him
While the bombs fell and ghosts disguised
As comrades lay down in the burning sand
With all his hopes and dreams
And I felt his hold slipping, losing grip
From a thousand miles away
Felt his sanity slip… Calling me
Over the sound of a world exploding
I could taste copper in my mouth
And the blood in my eyes obscured
The river where we had lain so long ago
The green grass under my naked back
His hips held tight entwined in my thighs
Those eyes and blue skies
Helicopter rotor, bombs, mortars
I felt him slip away from me and into
The lying arms of baked, sere ground
The ringing in my ears was a dirge
Moaning my name and I came
To cover his body with green
With my riverbanks and oceans
And dreams of what we should have been
I have sung him home to my arms
To hold him here in the last breath
Of these old and aching lungs
And I will happily relinquish this breath
To hold his hand again, to run
To jump into the cold water
Hold his perfect body close to mine
Just one more time
On riverbanks of green

~ kei

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Hard to Not Look, Easy to stay Staring

I've allowed that burning boat to float off without me
Rarely ever thinking about dissipating the flames, 
As it is hardly worth the time and effort. 
In Truth, 
There wasn't much of a future with that situation.
No matter the attempts
No matter the appeal
It was all for naught
The only thing I worry about now
Is looking back at the Flames
And hoping I am not entranced
By their Dancing Light

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Just One Word

Just one word was all it took
Unleashing such a dark dark memory from the past
Just one word was all it took
Memories from over 30 years ago lodged deep in her psyche
Just one word was all it took
Opened up a Pandora’s box of emotions
Tears flowed, gushing like a burst tap
Then slowly abated
Until the memory was locked away
The lid has been closed to remain sealed for all eternity
All it took was just one word

Jan Allison
20th May 2014

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Forgotten Memories

She sits by a dying hearth, an album open in her lap
The cold silent room startles like a slap
Mouldy images stare back from the past
Prints are all she has now
Memories that still cling
To the old Silverfish ravaged photographs
Like slips pegged to a line, flailing in a gale
One minute they’re there, the next they are only an apparition 
Burnt to a retina searching the void, of a memory long forgotten

Her finger now rests upon the “rising sun” of the AIF
Of her son’s slouch hat, to which casts a shadow
Across a face too young to shave
Only but a boy, learning how to behave
In a moment etched in time
Yet those moments before it
Remain immortalised within her precious album
And those that came after 
Lay buried in the Somme

He leans on a stool, one hand in his lap
The other supporting his shouldered rifle strap
His mouth blurred delivering a sentence
She closes her eyes, with thoughts of his independence
Sifting through the years of a boy in this room
Searching for his laugh through a cheeky grin
Probing for those silvery words etched in gelatine
Of a boy leaning on a stool, a conversation frozen
A mother’s memory of her son, reduced to yellowed images
A mother's loss between these pages

Shreds of the past fog the room
Pieces of a boy lay mute, 
Within her reach
Creases form on her brow, a tear escapes

The memory slips, it flaps uselessly from the line
And hangs by a thread
Then it’s gone…

AIF = Australian Imperial Force (1914 – 1918)
Rising Sun = AIF Insignia

Isaiah Zerbst’s Poetry Contest – Pick a Title
23 Oct. 2014

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Summer Breeze

An occasional breeze 
Like your gentle touch
Makes my heart skip a beat with a breath taking rush

This hot summer night takes my mind to your skin, so sweet and moist,
The scent of your neck 
The sound of your voice. 

The rustle of trees mixed with the sweet song of birds 
Fills me with peace 
Remembering those words

"I love this, I love you"
This is the place
Your beautiful face,
Eyes I know see me
With true love complete.

Dusk turns to night
And crickets chirp now
As darkness surrounds me
I remember just how
It tasted to kiss you,
you in my arms. 

It's never left me
Not a smile or a kiss
I feel still the same-
Still feel all of this. 

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How to forget last night 
when I spent those silent hours with you,
when all through today
the scent of roses clinging to my hair.

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How Does a Lamp Post Feel

It’s cold outside tonight.

Just rounding seven o’clock.

My friends have left and I’m stuck in a what seems to be eternal incandescence that encompasses my willowy form.

I am so tall, it is as if the tree tops speak to me.

Their leaves tapping my shoulders looking for questions carried by the wind.

And I?

I stay structured, securing the perimeter with my watchful eye.

Sometimes this job gets tedious.

As time flies by like the geese in the winter I sulk.

But monotony can be beautiful, I’ve seen things that would tear these sleeping houses to shreads.

And things so treasured and special I question my indecision.

First kisses.
Dead pets.

You can call me a hero for lending my light.

A suburban legend brought to life.

And when light is dependable once again, and it’s time for me to take a rest.

I’ll stay planted in the ground like an artificial oak and soak in vitamin D.

I will dim my being and dream of the beach.

I’ll dream of providing hope for lost sailors.

And see more of the midnight eve.

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The Memory Tree

There were times, long ago,

when the young, preteen me

would intertwine herself

with the age-limp branches

of one of the two odd trees out.

But now, five years later,

the new me has reshaped her story,

gazing back on the memory

of a childhood lost forever.


The rough, tangled bark,

painted with decade-old blood

and knifepoint carvings

and skin interlaced in its valleys

where her knees had once tread.

I remember it and her tearless eyes;

where has the fearlessness gone?


There was once birdsong there,

mingling with my ignorant laughter.

The occasional scream there sounded, too,

when a prepubescent girl saw eight legs

and two beady eyes:

just as scared of her

as she was of it.


Most of these things are gone now,

replaced by year-dried leaves

and tripping roots.

But I have left my mark there,

my own memory at its roots:

a pool of purple tinged wax

and a skunkline of ash

halfway up its trunk;

a mirror to the pain

I felt that day.

Now, when I return,

the smoke is still present,

clinging to the hairs of my nostrils.


Although, one scent has always lived there,

even before I arrived,

beaming from the skies:

the smell of dew-coated leaves,

the sunrise,

of a child’s first breath.

Here I can find peace,

lost in the memory of my old life.

How I wish to forget it;

and yet each month, I find myself

crying beneath its love-lost leaves.

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Reflections of Love

I need to heal and fast,
I can feel the time running out, all too soon.
But can't push myself out of the agony,
The threads of pain pull me back like a puppet.
I seem wrong to be grieving now, odd one!
Everybody else is no longer black,
Me, haven’t seen the sunlight for long;
The mansion, its corridors, the rooms  now my world.
The wound in my heart is still too fresh,
It forbids me from a sunset on the beach,
It forbids me from running or skipping,
It forbids me from laughter and joy...
In denial: they say but it's not all true, I accept
I know he is dead, He is no more
But do I dump him in my past and move on?
The thought makes me hate myself!
He would want you to smile again, live further..
Strangers tell me his likes and wants, the know-it-alls.
I look straight ahead and avoid their prying eyes
It’s a losing battle, I know but let me lose in grace...
Visitors keep pouring in, with flowers and tears.
He was a man loved by many, the crowd proves it,
Everybody seems shocked and pale but not as lost as me
I glide along the windows, reliving the shadow of memories...
The moments were many, uncountable even,
It crushes my soul to think, they are all I have,
I see his fingerprints on the window panes,
I search for mine too, just beside him they lay...
The garden is being watered, but by a strange hand
The plants understand the master is now below them, 
He will never enjoy their colors or drive away moths
His ashes and scent scattered around the mango tree..
I smile at the garden then burst out laughing,
Before I know, warm tears run down my nose
But there still lingers a smile, wet with glistening tears
I am happy he lived, he lived full and more...

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First Love

In this moment, I feel
I can do anything;
Soar high above the clouds,
Touch the ancient stars,
Inhale the fragrance
Of the evening flowers
And dance in the dew 
On the cool green grass.

Time consents to linger
As the magic is born,
Then slips away quietly
Leaving love's first kiss
As a memorial gift.
Only the ancient stars
And the fragrant flowers
Share the memory.

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 Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more

 A thousand sounds a day I know
Only I can not hear it if they show

 The gaining of quiet stance
Bitter sweet the silence

 I could just not hear you anymore
I understand you sounds to my core

 Found myself straining to listen
Only to hear a blank shot angrily hasten

 When we come to sound out loud 
This is when I can face this crowd 

 Till then---

Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more

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I hold my pen
and think of what to write.
Bound with time, enslaved by the past.
A many mirthless pauses 
     and a single melancholic thought 
would never arrive at a story of reality sought.
I wonder if my imagination works well
for people whose brains can foretell
the imagery of words and mystery of punctuations;
as between the lines the words seem not an equation.
But, beyond the obvious, 
       I search for more
            to fill in the gaps 
                 my memory encore.
Telling and retelling of the past
       I beseech a tedious fast.
Amazed how our memories enslave us 
       or free 
Free them! On the paper they find 
                                              a respite 
at the command of mighty pen.
And so, I struggle to write the past,
Hoping I'll find a rest at last!

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Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 

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The Art of Forgetting

The art of forgetting is the art of remembering For what you are thinking now is something you’re learning new And when you just remember that you forgot something You’re not just forgetting You are remembering at the right time The art of forgetting is the art of forgiving The art of remembering is the art of knowing For when you just remember You are remembering that you know The art within knowing is to know and forgive Florence McMillian (Flo)

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Yesterday my daughter and I walked through the mall
As they began to close shop, lock doors, turn off the lights.
She had gotten a haircut followed by a long dinner
Served by a Native American woman with a thick waist,
Who probably dreamed of bigger things once upon a time.
A black baby screamed at her white mother 
From an adjacent table which her four year old boy
Had made into a jungle gym complete with 
Flying bread and a rocky lemonade waterfall, 
None of which disturbed the young Latino couple 
Trying to form some eternal bond in a corner booth
Over shared ice cream and awkward smiles - 
All under the shadow of a moose head mounted on the wall. 

In the jewelry store a tight lipped white woman cleaned the glass cases, 
Wiping the fingerprints of young dreamers away.
In the nail salon a small Asian employee soaked her feet 
Laying back in the large leather chair, eyes closed,
Oblivious to the man who swept the floor beside her. 
In children’s clothing a teenage girl arranged miniature outfits 
For miniature people, hanger after hanger of tiny pink dresses.

Even though she is ten now and too old for the devotion 
She once showered upon me until I wanted to shake it off,
She held my hand tightly and bounced along beside me
Like she had before she began to turn into a woman. 
An elderly lady smiled as we passed and grasped 
The hand of her husband a little tighter, remembering.

February 12, 2014

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My Breaking Point

Hot headed asses
Filled with commie bastards
Social disorder in the brain insane with pain
As if socialized wandering wizards chicken gizzards
My breaking point to no return hero burn
In sweat caged fury everything scarey
Shaded pine in derision chasing after delusion

Fought back the pain with a smile on the dial
To frolic in the whisper almost a certain Hitler
Shadows filled up with asps darkened portals pitch black
Her memory haunts me to this day I pray
Shortness of breath in pitch blackened vest
Let me take the time to get some things off my chest then rest

As if a caged rat that was hiding in its tiny hole death stole
The memory of a whisper pitch black death hero's vest
No time to rest & watch any double feature
Bitch with the sneakers!
Sadness in the soul portal going viral as it seems
Lethal demise yet one word to the wise
In recourse blackened pilgrims with skulls & crossbones to prey on the dead!

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Things We Remember

Written: by Tom Wright January 2015 The memory of a person is established By the length of shadow cast on earth, Some shadows remain long after departure, While others seem to scamper into the grave; Man is rarely commemorated for two things, Those not yet started or those left un-finished. He will be remembered far longer For contributions made to life’s picnic, Than for the Doggie bag he toted away. Yesterday is a storage locker Containing all of life’s previous endeavors Tom

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Death Has Come

Death Has Come

So much pain
For so long
Too many days
He lay there

Death has come
So still 
Pain no more

Shed not tears
He’s free now 
No Pain
At Peace

Sorrow for the loss
I shed tears
I grieve
Consoled by friends

We remember
Happy days
Good times
Love and joy

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Memory's Shadow

Memory’s Shadow
             by Odin Roark

There was a time
She’d float beside him
Their footsteps in sync
Their heartbeats in unison

Even at midnight
Central Park imbued their love
With colors and honeysuckle fragrance
Lake’s shimmering moon-mirror
Sending ripples through enjoined hands

But oh the face

She knew not a grimace
Nor any sadness
Her smile 
Hope’s subtlety
Passion’s caretaker

Time passed

Clouded skies
Like cataracts of mind
Faded that lovely face 
Their fantasy stroll
Became but silhouette

And still…

A bench remained
To sit
Listen to each other’s breath
While rustling leaves
Drifted away

Seasons passed
Strolls became nurse-chaperoned 
Movement by wheelchair 
Breath by oxy-caddy

His bench still stands
Warm to the touch
His nurse always stops for him to listen
As memory’s shadow whispers
 “May I hold your hand?”

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The Fog of England

I hesitated
When you came for dinner.
I meant to tell you
How I took you apart
Then put you together again
In my head.
But instead I sorted the biscuits
Into their respective piles
of tan and golden and brown.

You buttered me
With a dull knife
And cut through my reasons
For selling out
And buying an inn in the country.
Though wanting to leave,
you made me stay
and sort the apples
through long and dim summer evenings.

While I peeled, you parried
With a two edged sword,
And your medieval skirts rustled incessantly.
I meant to go in unto you
And unveil your softness,
But the door to your evening 
Was swollen by the fog of England.

Rather than find charm in memories
I resisted for too long
And found no peace or advantage
upon my own ground.
It lent me solace to know
That your oil burned deep
Into the night
and left crude drawings
On the mud by the river.

21 November 1971

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Last Call

Somewhere there’s a dance floor whispering 

to the cracks of the sidewalk leading up 

to your door. 

It doesn’t remember your name,

but your gentle stride left 

marks on the wrists

of time. 

I’m here,

mopping up the blood,

watching my first drink

of the night condensate

on the bar where

you left your 


-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Bandy Legged Drunk

There he stands outstretched arms that offer relief
Causing our weary hearts to yearn and strive for a little more.
Always a little more.
The glittering jewels of his bedazzled fingers ignite passions 
Deeply buried within the recesses of our byzantine nature.
As He totters, tentatively, temptingly
 Just within the grasp of our sight,
Just beyond the grasp of our fingers,
Try as we might.
With bandy legs he totters before us, leading that we may follow.
But how can one, being of sound mind, consummately adhere to the trail
Of one so detached from reality that he may be mocked as the village drunk?

This is the very worst of the evils and despair that has accosted our race
From the great perils of Jason and his golden fleece 
Down to the travails of Igodo and his band.
Despair and excruciating agony assail the mind and body;
Despair encloses the mind in the daunting cage of its grasp
While agony racks the body to the height of despondency
Where you feel you definitely can feel no more and then you feel some more.
It is at this opportune moment that the worst begins;
The aching heart.
 This metaphorical citadel of feelings and emotions begins a tumultuous overflow
Churning out bite after bite of sweet memory from the memory card of the body.
This is when he appears on the horizon, taking your tortured hands 
And whispering words of optimism - barren optimism.
Knowledge is the apex of despair.
Looking up from the dark pits of anguish into the dim and waning
Light of hope that fills your fading sight and illuminates the heart.
The knowledge that there is no means of escape, no broom upon 
Which one can fly to the blue moonlight like the famous wizards of
J. K. Rowling. This is truly what ties us down, what bellies our courage
And undermines our strength.

This however, does not advocate for the castigation of the bandy legged drunkard
He is the adrenaline that keeps us going
The stimulant that revitalizes our body and disincarcerates the mind
His faltering footsteps, the only life line to which we cling
That we might not lose ourselves to the maelstrom of horrors in this life.
Hope, our bandy legged tottering drunk. 

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I gaze in awe
The music just flows through you
Every move graceful and perfect

The music transforms you
Your eyes dance with personality
Your passion for dance running through your veins

Your ability is amazing
You shine on the stage
Like the star you were born to be

Your costume sparkles in the stage light
Your fast intricate footwork is fascinating
Detailed with perfection

I am mesmorised by the beauty of the dance
The strenuous work made effortless
I can almost see the music notes dancing through your fingertips

I count seven pirouettes
Each precise
Your balance never falters 

You move with such agility and strength
Grand Jetté, Grand Jetté, Grand Jetté
Each jump an expression of silent power

You never seem to tire
Your free spirited nature shines through your smile
Inspiring many young hearts

As the music fades
The roof is lifted by the magnificent applause
As you leave the stage, the memory dances amongst the audience

Your memory will always live on
Just you and the music
Forever dancing, hand in hand 

(Inspired by Natasha Beangstrom)

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Everyone’s an artist,
snug inside their sheets.
Awakened by our sleeping minds,
subconscious finds its feet.

Dancing like a plastic bag
caught in a gust of wind,
expanding like a child’s balloon
unfolding from within.

Fragmented dreams
when you were young
still linger to this day.

Inside the mind
grand paintings hung
forgotten smiles you’ve saved.

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Her Best Cup of Coffee

Her Best Cup of Coffee
In loving Memory: Zenaida

Reflections of her are reflections of you
Her tears are caused by your tears
Her smiles were your smiles
Your dreams made her dreams
Her life lived is your life lived now
All she did was all for you
Her life was never complicated
Her life was always blessed by you
Her kisses were meant for the roses in her life
Her heart always full of joy
Her last breath was not a goodbye
But a calming breeze 
Her love will stand strong
Her arms will always be open
Those hugs will be forever seen in the light of heaven for you all;
Her best cup of coffee to date.

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So interesting...
I look at my memory sheet 
I sigh
Those words are so.....late
Why did you wait?
What were you thinking....seriously?!
The setting was awkward but... :-)
will definitely be memorable.
I look at my memory sheet...
you struggle for words to describe 
a connection
i hide
painfully i watch you
my moments are few
I look at my memory sheet
hoping that one more line could be added
until there's reason to pull it out again.

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If yesterday is gone and tomorrow yet awaits,

then is today just an illusion, 

in time and space my mind creates, 

If all my memories are recalled 

from past and different times, 

is it me that I am thinking of, 

or of someone who occupied my mind, 

If in the future I have plans to fix, 

these obstacles that are in my midst, 

How can I in the here and now, 

when tomorrow does not yet exist, 

If now is everchanging, 

steadily sweeping future into the past, 

then is time just but an illusion, 

and I an actor in it,s cast.

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If you chance to see
a wandering snowman
on your way home tonight
Let me know.
The poinsettias have started to wilt, turning dull
The Christmas lights have flickered low into the night
The food has lost its savor
Gifts have been opened
Blurry are my windows now
As snow continues to hide
My precious snowman from plain site.

If you chance to meet
My wandering snowman
On your way home tonight
Stop for a moment and play with him.
Share a candy. Make him smile
Make him a paper airplane. Make him beam and laugh.
Hug and kiss him for me. Warm his heart.
It's all a lost mother would ask
For Christmas.

If you chance to experience
My wandering snowman
On your way home tonight
Please send him home
to a warm Christmas with me.
It's all that I ask.

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winter's breath - clouds contest

bouncy pale locks 
fly little legs 
pump, soar the blue

winters tide trickles 
tear streaked temples
a game of peek-a-boo 

with an intangible daddy 
playing in the clouds

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My New Year's Resolution

A few years down the line,
I had made a list of resolutions for the next year;
learning Chinese, learning how to swim, learning how to drive,
fighting fear of heights, fighting fear of crawling things......

Well, here I am today, with nothing to show for my effort;
I had made resolutions only on paper - resolutions were visible
only in ink.

I wonder whether another resolution will work for me......

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Memory Lane

Memories are close friends of mine now
We became closer after he left and she left
From this world, then I was left with
Images of places and faces

And now that they’re gone
Their faults were so, so
But their good out weighed
Their wrongs

Memories are good
I don’t dwell in the past
But occasionally

Memories will visit
If I’m feeling sad

Memories will lead me to a place
Where I laughed and laughed
And sometimes when I had reason
To be mad

No, not insane
But righteous indignation
That caused me pain

But most importantly
Memories are like a sweet

That God has blessed me with
To remember the past and things
That will be.                                                     

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An Idea So Rich

That is the true crime to my mind
Allowing entrance of this Idea
An Idea so intoxicating 
It Blinded Me
Clouded Judgement
Drove me through a Fog
That I should've never gone through
The Burning Light
It was the only appeal I could see through the Fog
The only thing that even enticed my interest
Was it Fantasy?
Most likely
Fantasy Enshrouded with Arrogance of my own Design
A Design So Flawed
So Young
It would have been the End of myself
Had I continued after it

Perhaps, allowing the boat to float on
Was the best I did for my well being
Staying Or Even Attempting to go Aboard
Would have proven Fatal
In possibly, the most dangerous of ways..

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secret Valentine

Dear secret Valentine 
I hold you letter 
In my arm
Like a soft 
Or a goodnight kiss
Your word linger in my mind
Only to remind me 
Of the troubles I've left behind
But never the less
I digress

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All To Be Content

TV- you see allot of dumb stuff, 
 you hear their commercials… 
clever, yet they holler, isn't this enough, 
they bombard you with paid infomercials, 

We’ve turned it off, switched to DVD's 
an our computer, xbox came an gone, 
they changed to reality, pushing BVD's 
we collect our movie CDs, too, hang on, 

News is all about current fear 
another device they have in use, 
sure, we want to stay current to hear 
weather, crime, meds, world event news, 

TV, pods an our music is essential 
pageants also game shows, soaps too, 
late night talk, comedy central 
entertainment, see us USA, what we do, 

Also radio will always be here... 
what else will they use, brew or invent, 
what will get us back in our lounge chair 
food, fashion, gadgets, all to be content

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Slow Dancing the Past

Slow Dancing the Past
            by Odin Roark

Shadows of yesterday frozen
Even as high noon’s blazing heat
Seems never to pass

Fixed sturdy upon Nature’s ties
Once shiny rails
Hard driven spikes 
Forward movement changed
In mind’s imploding delirium

From behind
Memoir nudges our sway
Reluctantly we swing
Along bedrock now exposed

Arresting our attention

Wildness carries forth endless existence
Prickly sumac and hobo milkweed
Bathe in the swirling dust of perpetuity 
As a Monarch’s wings tuck
Taking refuge beneath rock
Where the snake’s watchful eye
Bids patience

All around

Admittance dictates
Real life’s Iron Horse long gone 
Even though
Journey’s seduction
Remains always ahead
Waiting inside more transition tunnels

As youth walking the tracks
We saw the tunnel as mystery
Adventure beckoning
Threatening darkness
Where simple unease
Made exiting
Peeking light
At carving’s end

Time passed

Passageways continued
Beckoning our courage
Tracks of all sorts
Lead to choosing

Some of us ambled
Others jetted through
Even fewer stared
At risk’s pure darkness
Imagined finality

And then…

Some of us sat
Taking up the gentle amity 
Of sumac’s brambly aliveness
Milkweed’s sharing promise
Monarch’s trusting beauty
The serpent’s eye winks

We smile at it all
As memories slow dance the past
Reflecting off our bygone rails

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Wolf in the Mist

The darkness sleeping in the hills

   sifts soon with crawling mists,

   a scarf of scarlet horizon....

Framed a furrow of mystic candy,

   its manna sweet in the setting sun,

   to eyes soaking soulful, quiet

   sudden in the breathe of winds ----

And the trees tease with holes 

   in the veil of this hallowed place;


   begging some lonely being to notice

   its supple leaving

Its hello shall be brief ----

   like a falling star,

Its goodbye unforgotten,

   like a good lover,

I shall return again ----

   like a gray wolf in pink-smoke

(howling under an olden moon)

   I wait in silver shadows....

To spin another moment in the mist

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A note of goodbye

Moments in time constitute a note of goodbye 
However unneccessary for the recipient
O how quickly time passes present into past
O how our memories are burnt with bittersweet rememberance 
Rememberance is the hearbeat of humanity 
WE give our lives into love and we invoke it 
In trust that the faces of people who we love will return to us again 
to me memorized time after time
and then 
then the memory is all we have 
nothing more for the record 
nothing more for the posterity 
nothing more for the chi-chat, anger, euphoria. laughter or life 
only the memory 
make a note
let those tears forever stain your soul 
for lifes greatest lesson is learned in death

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John Paul Ringo George

Not just Beatles with a good stomping tempo;
You sang to all of us and not at us,
My heart swelled with love at your words.
I listened and you never left this mind.

You gave young brains a new way of thinking,
Mine was gently whirled to a drummer beat.
I found a musician hiding inside of me,
Played the skins for many years afterward.

Was told I was better than my idol Ringo,
Yet in my own thoughts I knew better.
Richard, you had a smile that grooved,
And sense of timing which was wondrous.

John, your courage gave me mine on stage,
The sheer peacefulness of you was inspiring.
Then the beautiful explosion of your voice,
It blew me away into a place I still am.

George, it wasn't just your guitar that sang,
Your presence alone turned shyness into a hero.
So many wall flower kids didn't dream until you.
I knew you were special when my eyes met yours.

Paul, oh sir what glorious thoughts still live with me,
The handsome cute one with a mind of pure genius.
My girl saw the cute and I was absorbed by the brilliance,
You, Ringo, John, and George are part of me forever.

Love, Robert

Note: I was lucky enough to personally see the Beatles up close at their last live concert back in 1966 at Candlestick Park in San Francisco, California!

© Copyright 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved 

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In one corner of my room,
That is shaped like a tomb,
There is a window, where I sit
And see my world through it.

I see the rising sun,
I see the melting dew,
I see the blooming flowers,
I see the sky’s changing hues.

Through it
I embrace the fading sun,
I live the joyous rains,
I feel the flowery fragrance,
I walk those lonely ways.

Through it
I float with the summer clouds,
I breathe the winter breeze,
I touch the autumn leaves,
I celebrate the cuckoo’s springtime songs.

Through the window,
I see my world.
Neither the autumn leaves,
Nor the springtime songs;
Neither the winter sunshine,
Nor the summer rains;
Would have been great
Had it not been through my window rails.

Through my window,
I see the world.
In the window, lies the entire bliss;
Beyond the window is only an illusion.

Suyash Saxena

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(To a wonderful Aussie officer who worked with us, who we all sorely miss -he's back in Australia)

A spirited Aussie in a fast thing,
slicing through air in a wild land in which renewed comfort is found.
Gone are the days in the land much foreign to his own,
toiling for months to remedy intricacies reigning a thousand years.
A smirk, a hat, blinding wit, and a captivation defines him,
to the ones who sadly he left behind…

Written in Afghanistan -25 AUG 2013

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Easing My Country Mind

Remembering you still here
Pulling off my boots
Like you used to
Smiling at your memory

Blonde wild streaming hair
Piercing blue lovely eyes
Looking down at me
From stallion lofty perch

You were my hero
So strong yet delicate
Holding me so tight
Thought you'd never go

Least not before me
Still knowing you're waiting
Never lost my wonder
Eternity met with you

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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please don't take from me

should i make it there to save you
would you still feel the same
live my life by the moments
pleasured in the rain
but with in these memories 
i choose to stay

if i gave into you 
where would that leave me
tomorrow evening
i'm just a drifter 
living the night by shame

death is a writers angst
the older you get 
the less you care 
to be monitored by it

happy new year, baby
this here is my last song
may god bless you 
and keep you strong

if i told you fortune sleeps
where we lay
would you change your mind 
lie with me and my prayers

life is running vastly on its way
feels i'm like we're dying everday
death warrants me forbidden
living lost in tatters unforgiven

kiss me lonely and goodbye
this world may not end 
but you and i 
we're finished baby
you see i got this fever 
running through me 
not color efficient 
but you're paleness 
feeds my suspicion 
so bye bye pretty girl
you're not the only woman 
in this world 

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A Memory Not Forgotten

It’s like talking to an infant
No response, not even an expression

They stare at you, but they can’t see you
It takes everything they know, but slow

They see what you say, it hangs in the air
Before it’s heard it disintegrates on a prayer

Locked in a body devoid of memory
Peering through eyes bright with night

A friend you know
A husband you knew, or a wife too

They are here now, yet they are not
Loved ones, they are loved

Always loved and never forgotten
Even when they’ve gone

Even then...

Jan 2014

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        by Odin Roark
Once traveled
    looking back is a
         smoke-filled window.

 Once traveled
    the smoky windows rattle their endless resentment
            at the windy changes.

 But...The changes
            smoky windows
               oh, how sweet their receding motion.
                     oh, how sweet to breathe the air of the uphill movement
                             of struggling roots
                                  of rustling branches
                                        of open spaces crying to be filled

                                             with visions
                                     with excavations of the mind
                               with tempestuous truth
                         with directions into endless detours
                   with paths...trails...roads...
roads to be once again...


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Laughter As A Cure

When that boy 
Spotted our carpets 
With guilt,
My mother said to me 
Don’t worry 
We will laugh about it
One day.

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Did your mother ever tell you

Did your mother ever tell you,
Did you know?
(Some of us have a penchant for the inscrutable)
Did, your mother ever tell you
(These bonds are primordial and immutable)
In one of those intimate conversations
Between mother and child
(Mostly wasted on superficiality of dopamine significance)
About your origin and your age?
(Neither carbon-14 nor red shift light can date us)
I supposed 
With your superior knowledge written on official paper
That provide the data of your birth
You think it not worth the bother
To have such small talk about origin.
Mothers knew the world before the big banging bang 
Or you measure your life with time like baking flour.
Trivial, trivial, three scores and ten is distorted denial.
Did your mother ever tell you
About her memory of tomorrow?

Did you know
That every child comes mass produced from heaven
The female foetus has 7 million oocytes to begin
The tomb stalks us from the womb because of sin
Death comes early to siblings we forget tomorrow
When the memory of the future fades
She is born with only one million eggs later on
O that I could tell the brothers or sisters in one year we lost
That by puberty only 400, 000 eggs are not gone.
Was that random love
Or the beginning of my purpose driven life,
O mother, will you remember now?

Did you hear 
The whispering of my siblings telling me "go first!"
I was Jacob, coming last despite my bossy siblings
Who 7 million with me were only potential until my birth;
This perhaps, the Electra complexity eluding Freud
Matters not, mother knew
I never took orders very well
That is why on the Wanderer I was not in the hold
But many many died in the wretched womb of our beginning
When slaves grow green and slavers search for gold.
I came long after laughing 
And could not believe what birth certificates taught in writing
Did they not know the entire universe is one age
That God rested from all his work and his creation that he made from then
That time sequenced us like products on an assembly line
That all eggs existed simultaneously 
So that I age vicariously and erroneously
Mother said nothing to me
So I beg you, talk to your mother again.

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Sweet Memories

I have sweet memories;memories of you.

Texture of your silk dress reminds me of the first
date that we had together. Scent of your favorite
perfume reminds me of the texture of your skin,
and the flame that we made on the bed. The space
in the house reminds me of how we chased each other
around the living room, and competed to make the best
pancakes in the kitchen. 

Though you are gone,
I have sweet memories; memories of you.

Date: 16/09/2014

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The Snifter

The Snifter

by Ralph Sergi©

I dropped the snifter in the sink
It shattered
and I cursed my clumsy hand
and thought about my past
the times I filled the glass
and puffed my Corona
between tiny sips 
and nips of time recalled in Philly
when I sat in my house
that left a residue of friendly aromas
I would stare at the glass
the brandy's deep brown and not a sound
except for the smoke being  slowly wooshed
out of my mouth as I watch it rise 
now time is remote
until I drink again to the Memory

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Of Ages Past

Of ages past do I dream,
Of twisting roads and hallways,
Secret meetings under mistletoe,
Picnics beside a stormy sea,
Of golden sunsets and roses red,
Of ages past do I dream.

Silent seas and smiling moon,
Mossy paths and stone strewn roads unfold,
Curling tendrils of silver gray,
The spider in me entraps and captures,
As the human dreams of moonlight and cobwebs,
Of ages past do I yearn.

Of ages past do I miss,
Of rose-speckled paths and prickly thorns,
Tinkling laughter of brooks abound,
The silent whoosh of the trees overhead,
Crackling leaves and soft mud,
Of ages past do I dream.

Of ages past do I dream,
Of silvery rivers and golden sand,
Of hopes and dreams and all things grand,
Of ages past do I dream.

© Kavisha Saga and Ek Choti Kavita, 2014

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Good Company

Feelings of nostalgia slide down my throat with the creamer.

Hot and burning,
but love reigns my taste buds.

Dry, mountain air and
long drives to short places.

Let’s have a chat,
Shall we?
Catch up and share our lives since we’ve grown up.

Disbelief is written in our eyes as we count life’s adventures.

Who knew we’d go from watching sunsets on the barn to staring at a starless sky through strange windshields?

Country music and dirt roads
run through my vessels,
stringing together the elapsed with the contemporary.

Change was inescapable,
but why escape the prosperity we’ve run into?

On the yellow line, I’ll lie with what’s ahead
and drink in life until I’m too full of experience to stand.

I’ll find my way home by the smell of the mountain rain, and once again we’ll revive in good company.

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On through the ripples,
Through the shunts and the brushes,
The flickering chants,
The whispered gloom.
I walked, in a still coldness,
Watching in through the firm, glass panes
Of this pavement I made.
There stood three evil eyes
Perched high with a burning, solemn glare
Clad in black.

I stood with living numbness,
Drowned in the rain;
Exempt from their shelter
But Separate from their cave.

My walk was long,
Soon I saw the clouds part;
I gazed, perhaps glided into the blue depth.
The soulful reflection painted within the bay-shaped sapphire,
 Too long had I ignored myself… 
Depicting a girl, content in her smile
But mirrored by her counterpart.
I suddenly became aware
How rain and sun fall from the same sky.

The hush of the oak branches,
Passing through the park;
Reminded of the ease of empty summers;
Where my eyes couldn't reach the gate.

I turned a corner to the child’s trumpet,
Hollow with smiles
The off and empty notes
Passed right through me.
Was she, blissfully lost to her tune,
Or lost in the dissection of each note?
Lost in the mimicking of each line?
Lost, so that in the process, the bigger meaning faded.

This world holds its breath
In a struggle.
I step alone,
Across stone and soft earth,
Between kindled mirth:
In this summer losing its youth.
This day, this deep
Meander of thought,
Where I looked at the world to find myself.

Then I was laughing at my difference.

 Here is the number to my door,
To The World beyond. 

For Fragment competition
2nd September 2013

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Glamour of death and breath

Across the human spectrum
Fleeting thoughts pass through death's earlobe-
The nature of life, will it be faced
Freely at the closing of the Saints
How many live's has the Universe coursed?

As we make our way to evolution's tip
What will be the magic memory trip
Thinking back on routine days
Filing cabinets and mundane haze
Taxes paid, property rearranged
To display our worth for an hourglass

What thoughts will lurk
As the body's memory ceases to work
Knowing the sky brews on its axis
And human history spreads dramatic
What force will plunge through the darkest night?

How will letters crease the tongue
As gasping breaths are sought from lung
And youth's frozen tirade succumbs
To waking dreams, a trance-like state

What will we say to our progeny 
Through the gloss as we fade
Into midnight's dull glamour

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Every time I start to write a poem, 
My thoughts think of you.
Of your eyes when you look at me, 
Of your voice when you talk to me.
I can't get you out of my head,
Not even at night,
When I go to bed.
It's frustrating,
I'm always debating.
Are my feelings for you right?
I feel like a little kid,
But my heart wants to fight.
I ask myself so many questions,
You give me so few answers.
My mind goes crazy, 
My thoughts hazy.
I can't keep you off my mind,
A love like that,
Was hard to find

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In Loving Memory Kolby

In Loving Memory: Kolby Horton

Kolby with eyes of the ocean 
You captivated our hearts
For the past twenty-two years
Your smiles have been blessings of love
With tears of joy we say good bye to a wonderful young man
And a beautiful father to be
Those same eyes we saw so much wonder in 
Will exist soon again
In the eyes of your child
Honoring you, Cherishing you and Celebrating your life
Gone so soon may not understand why
But the belief in your strength will heal our heartbroken souls
In god we trust love you so Kolby with eyes of the ocean.

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Late afternoon in my study

Late afternoon the Karoo-sun battles
with trees and leaves 
to be noticed

The shadows dance and play
on the ground
like children

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My Black Barbie BeeBee

When I was young, 
My mum bought me a black barbie doll,
I wanted a white one,
I cried and tried,
to convince her to buy me a white one,
 all in vain.
she gave me no reason,
and it remained like that.


I never used to take care of Barbie,
Never used to comb her hair,
 Or dress her up,
 until one day,
When I looked at her skin,
it was like mine,
her hair,
it was like mine,
 she was beautiful,
she was like me,
black in all aspects,
she had brown eyes,
red lips and was curvacious too,
 I realised how beautiful she was 
and named her BEEBEE,


I started dressing her up,
combing her hair,
and marvelling at her beautiful black skin,
I once heard that,
The darker the berry,
the sweeter is is,
I kept her away from too much sun,
too much rain,
I took care of her,
I was so afraid,
She would start fading 
and become white or light brown,
she would no longer be beautiful,
she would lose her originality,
she looked so like me,
but I was prettier
my skin was darker,
more rich,
more beautiful.

If she could hear,
I wanted to boast,
of how I was more curvacious,
My skin was much richer,
 my eyes were bright brown,
I wanted to boast how,
I can work most night and day,
Multitask and still find time to play,
I wanted to boast of how
 I can speak my mother toungue
I can sing and dance,
I can dream and accomplish.
I wanted to boast aboutall this,
but she couldnt hear,
she was just but a plastic doll,
A beautiful black plastic barbie doll,
Her name was BEEBEE

I'm grown now,
I'm woman now,
I see now,
What mama tried to teach me in silence,
Why she refused to buy me,
the white barbie,
it taught me much,
am so in-love with myself now,
because I related with BEEBEE back then,
learnt my worth,
realised my beauty,
inside and outside,
I bet they were talking about me when they said,
the darker the berry,
the sweeter it is.

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The sleepless moon

Dead bodies, dead bodies
Why do you haunt my dreams?
Nightmares, are all that I see
As I'm closing my eyes
Goodnight, goodnight
The moon highlights 
The dead bodies

Screams, screams
Why do you haunt my dreams?
Louder and louder
Quit singing this massacre to me
Why do I only hear
Screams in my dreams?

Terror, terror
You terrible dreams
You're reoccurring
And frightening
You make a mess out of me
Terror, terror
Why are you all that I see?
Why are you the only
Thing I can dream?

Hell, hell
Hell in my mind
You play me these lullabies
Everytime I close my eyes

Dead bodies
And screaming
Terror galore
Am I in hell?
Or am I dreaming 
Once more?

It's either I'm dying
Or being killed
Either way
There's blood being spilled
Why can't I dream about
Love or picking wildflowers?
Why do I only dream
About evil encounters?

Sleep, sleep
You're so cruel to me
Bloody and haunted
I enter my demise
These night terrors
Are eating me alive
Sleep, sleep
Why do you 
Make me weep?
Why do you always 
Keep these dreams on repeat?

Morbid, morbid
The knife's in your hand
I'm gasping for air
As I wake up again
Why is blood
And fear all I see?
Why can't my dreams
Be bright and fright free?

The moon, the moon
Oh how you're scary to see
Because I know within hours
I'll be as sleepy as can be
And you'll send me visions
Of death and anguish
And night after night
I'll secretly wish
My nightmares would come true
So I'd stop dreaming
Like this.

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i am in this place i am not use to i look around in try to figure out where am i,trapped and alone nowhere to go screaming and yelling but no one can hear my cry, Everyday i walk around trying to figure out this unknown place, where am i is the question i ask myself everyday until i hear a voice that answers me of a reply i am not happy with but i continue to listen to this voice because i am trapped with no where to go then it hits me that this place is called hell because i have no where to go my soul is free but my body is trapped,you and i know that i will not be happy with the thought of being slaved and kept hostage until they set me free, my body and soul is now starting to let me be who i wanna be which is free, so i cry and plea til i can't no more that's when i realize i have to changed to a new me in i am set free in a world of happiness where am i now is the question i ask myself now then the same voice replies your in a place of FREEDOM

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black sky days

I like black sky days
when rain stains pages
ink smears tissue blots

you say unbroken promises aren't real
and hearts are darned fools
if they break twice

I think we are a collection of bottle caps
memories confined in a box
screw you

you think you have proof
but fake ID's hold more truth
than birth certificates and government seals

I don't think you know me
steal pages of unwritten books
you never liked history anyways

we say we like dry canvas

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My Tree

The tree stands tall at the edge of the park
No one knows what she has seen

A thousand memories form the crinkles in her bark
So many different directions her arms have tried to reach

So long she has been there
We forget to look up and see
The beauty of the sun between her fingers
And the drops of rain on her blanket of leaves

If we climbed up high, we would sit amongst the clouds
Her branches are a living ladder to our loved ones
Who dance in the stars above us

The souls of our lost friends sing to the music of the wind 
When her leaves rustle and whisper

She is a friendly place, my happy place
A wise woman who will listen to my worries,
When I lean my back against her trunk and sigh, we are one. 

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My Mothers Doll

Weeping on the window sill.
A long pass love to give.
A doll that with stand time.
Like wear and tear on its strings inside.
The sand that flows in an hour glass.
Is a way to find a love that pass.
My mother holds it once again.
A cool person who love to give.
She gives it to my brothers daughter.
With it sitting on a spindle it can spin.
To thread it back into its former self.
It begins a new love with in.

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Saturday Afternoon

On a Saturday afternoon,
No particular place to be
I wander to Kalamazoo
Sights unseen.

The *KIA holds treasures galore
Mine eyes have not lain upon before.
I search for true meaning
Collection of thought.

Oils, acrylics, and media I have sought.
I stand entranced
Balancing a desire 
To spend my days wandering,
Or, rather be fire.

I listen, I hear- 
the starkness of paste
I see tranquility erased.

Speaking to me of an everyday language 
An everyday pace waiting to be heard
Yet silent
A look carried to me

The day's play emerges
To lie upon my palette
The memories I fear erased
As my heart, 
I begin to trace.

*Kalamazoo Institute of Arts

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America Walking

A full year had elapsed

Since last we came to pass

Her whereabouts I possessed not a clue

Notably I took interest in the fact

That she now was working

At the venue whence first we had met


Those sandy, brown locks wavering

Accompanied by the most provocative lips America did see

Caused me to re-visualize assorted levels of elation

She was a walking religion

Yet fearfully she was in denial

Though judging by the way our eyes locked

Ultimately I sensed that still

Something was there…

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Dream of Paradise

Dream of Paradise

I had a dream 
that one day I would wake up
And the hearts would be in peace
The birds would be rejoicing 
and we would be loving 

The skies would glow in all its glory
Stars dancing in the sky 
the sun embracing the moon 
lost souls finding their way
And the trumpet would signal the end of hate

Marvelous day, don't let me go
No I don't want to wake up
My soul cries of despair 
this cannot be just a dream
Let me stay

Reality is a poison in my mind
All the killing, all the violence 
greediness, no happiness 
its not fair, its not fair
I want to stay here

Luis Andrade

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Old Monster's Remorse

Psychosomatic memories
Sweating in Indian summer 
Burying bones wrapped in a golden locket
And the dirt does ruin its shine
Just as a heatwave burns autumnal beauty 

And it's so very shameful 
That I let my hate conquer you 
I wish I had the courage
To let my heart bleed with you 


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Past Haunts Us Evermore

Before men could fly there were books.
Before books there were campfires.
Some things are emerging 
	while others diminish.
The years have been changing me
	for a long day now.
There were thoughts that turned 
	as I walked today,
with some apprehension about making
	it to the end of the lane 
	in freezing cold.
But I curled my hands into a fist 
inside my gloves, with false fingers
I could wave with those wobbly fingers
	when cars drove by.
Sometimes I waved presumptuously
	when the windows were tinted,
not knowing what beast was at the wheel
	that I could not see.
The cold air prompted me to blow my nose,
	and I expelled a head full of 
	needless thoughts.
I spat out memories as well, but they were
	backed up on my synapses,
	layer upon layer,
like a mirror reflecting another mirror,
	with me in the middle--
or in the distance; I could not tell.
Those memories are as endless as the past
	and days play out and fall over
like a row of dominoes,
	stretching round the world.
Meanwhile I search the shelf 
	for that elixir 
which will wrap time into a still
with a panoramic view of eternity.

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Forever isn't always forever

I walk.
I walk to our spot we always came to together
Through the woods at the spot the sun lights up the most
The big rock we would always lay on and have pic-nics
I hear the leaves crunch beneath my feet as I walk further 
Its been many years
I remember it like it was yesterday
Us two crazy-in-love teenagers 
It was the best day ever
You had your arms around my waist and you made my favorite cookies
Double chocolate chip and peanut-butter 
You told me you loved me and wanted us to be together forever 
we walked around after we got through eating and found an old tree
I look at it
They are still there
you carved our names with a heart and the words “together forever”
I run my hand down it and feel the tough bark beneath my skin tickling the palm of my hand
“I guess forever isn’t very long”
I said to myself 
that was the day you left
and never came back.
No one wanted to tell me 
No one wanted to say to me, that I would never see you again
That you were gone forever 
I feel a tear roll down my cheek to the bottom of my chin  
I never got to tell you one last time that I loved you
But I hope you know that I did
And I hope you know that I still do

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There Is No Little Red Wagon

                              There Is No Little Red Wagon 
The professor, the priest, the psychologist commanded me
Do not think about the little red wagon.
My tormentors and captors yelled at me
Do not think about the little red wagon!
In turn they all question me ever so sweetly
“Did you think about the little red wagon?”
Naturally I respond, “No.”  
I think I have them on the run this time, just for fun
Perhaps they don’t know
But when they asked again like a friend and a foe
I had trouble remembering
And said, “Could you repeat the question please?”
“Did you say something about a little red wagon?”
They turned on me, responded arrogantly
“Say that thing you just said one more time for the record!”
I said, “Sure.” “My pleasure.”
And repeated, “Did you say something about a dribble and a dragon?”
I guess that fixed their little red wagon.
This is such a bore so I can say no more about that thing on wheels.

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The Queen of Hearts

The queen of hearts 
   Set sail one day
On a sea of crystal green

Four sails high against the sky
   To the land of in-between

Four sails high against the sky
   Adrift on a crystal sea

I beckon the breeze please follow me
   Across the wide green
To visit the queen
   Of the land of in-between

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At times my tears involuntarily flow
because I was unprepared for the pain
of your sudden departure;
and the loneliness of the paths
on which we walked together;
and the emptiness of the places
where your voice is now silent.
I often go to the garden to seek solace
and find that each tree and plant and leaf
and every blade of grass testify 
of your patient and tender care.

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Its Simple They Tell Me

It's Simple they tell me: 

but when I saw you  I was in turmoil inside.
you moved across the ballroom as if it were yours.
the emerald of your dress, the fire of hair
made a desolation in me.

Its Simple they tell me:

Women, they say, just women.
But when I saw you I near cried out. ..... and then we talked,
talked so many things that made me ache and made me sharply draw my breath
and in this all a turn of head, was a glory unexpected.

Its Simple they tell me.

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I wished upon a star

I had a thought 
the other day
so I tried to write 
a poem about it

Thought may be 
the wrong word
as it was more of 
a memory really

the image of red 
and yellow legos
scattered on 
brown carpet
and the smell 
of tea steeping

it was summer
somehow I knew
though the legos
nor the carpet 
gave way to that clue

the brown carpet 
was the surface
of some distant 
planet and
the legos
were slowly
becoming a
rebel base
where Luke
friends could hide
from the

so this memory 
I hadn't thought
about since
only God knows
when came
drifting through 
my mind like smoke 
drifts from a campfire

and a
rebel base

but there 
was more

cutting through
my imaginary
that took me to
a galaxy far far
away there was

the adults 
it seemed were
fighting again
and things
were being
broken again

before the
memory faded out 
of reach slowly
like a bad
I recalled
holding a up
an x wing 
in my tiny hand
as I made laser
gun noises 
louder to drown
out my parents

Luke Skywalker
was coming to rescue 
the rebels and save
the galaxy

I guess in a way
he saved me too

-Brady Perkins
 innocence preserved

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To have lost someone so dear to you and can't comprehend,
  Trying to make sense of it all so your heart can begin to mend.
The memories that torment you each night tearing you apart,
   Making it harder for you to rest because your afraid of the dark.
Every day begins the same for you with tears that fall like rain,
   You can't make it stop because your heart is filled with so much pain.
Pretending to laugh and faking your smile hiding what's really inside,
   In reality what you really want do is drop to your knees and cry.
So sad and so angry your mixed emotions driving you mad running wild,
   It's all to hard to understand your feeling like a lost and lonely child.
There are moments you want to do nothing but scream out in rage ,
   Just to hold that love one lost one more time is what you really crave.
Deep inside you know that wish will never be and you must go on alone,
   As hard as it may seem you have to learn to face this life on your own.
Remember this if you can my friend and do your best to understand ,
   This is something we all must pass through for this is part of Gods Plan.

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As we stand

the stage was set,
nerves escaped
moments before.
Our eyes connected at
a distance.

Now they're locked,
the audience shifts and 
As they are blind
behind the door 

your lips burn,
your thighs feel 
of velvet

my hands play 
hide and seek,
reaching the summit and
flying through the valley.

our bodies seperate
our energy one

your love was so 

the clueless bar,
if they only knew , 
would sword my soul
to reach you 

but you were mine,
and I was yours

locking passion in a room

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sleeping with grandma in summer haiku

pulling down the shade,
i can still feel the cool breeze
still sticking to sheets

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Do You Remember

Do You Remember

Do you remember?
Living through the death of a president
A year of assassinations
Fighting a war no one wanted
Heroes spat upon when they came home
Peace finally found when American turned and ran
Black and white television
Only three channels from which to choose
Students massacred while walking to class
A British invasion that forever changed music
Healthy tobacco and saccharine
Sold through commercials and ads
Pollution filled our lungs
The death of a princess on a lonely road
Injections in schools to prevent disease
Nuclear test in the Nevada desert
Air raid drills just in case
Half of the world never trusted the other
One president resigned while another gave away cheese
The law finally made all kids equal
People stating their thoughts arrested and jailed
Locked away so that no one would ever hear
After living through all of this only one question remains
How did we ever survive?

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Status Quo

You lay by my side,
sound asleep.
I sit there awake,
thinking of us.

You sit up awake,
as I lay there asleep.
We roll over in the morning,
with the sun rising.

We look at each other,
waiting for a connection.
The connection was lost years ago,
when you were seventeen.

Now it’s just the status quo,
to be with you.

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Love and other drugs

The burden of beauty that keeps   
tormenting my skin,   
the love of thee that comes   
only with label,     
"beauty", if not I'm doomed.     
I can't compete with  the normal female,   
that one! yes,  the one you yearn to   
have intimacy with!   
It is not me the beautiful me that was; taking     
sedative to ease the pain, the misery of  the   
pills taking by day. I keep forgeting I'm not with thee.   
I keep forgeting I'm a suffering slave.   
And I remind myself  you are not with me.   
the pain is inevitable to stop.   
Why am I not with you? because your   
not with the less fortunate.   
"You believe you can do better".   
I don't want it!  No I don't;     
Your pity is more than a sword through my throat.   
Yes!  I need the drug and the love too,   
both to keep living this misery;   
I can't let it go. If I could just disappear,   
I would be there in the other side of my   
reality pushing my luck once more.

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Dr Marvin Jerry Cline

Tolerated me with
relative intimacy.
He taught me my
funny one legged walk,
and let me make up my theories.
Different views
arguments with
opposing teams,
the glories of conspiracy,
he wanted me to stay 
for a few more years in Maryland.
I don't know why I left him.

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Memories of Maine

I have a memory of those days
In Maine, with crashing coastal waves

When reading was a future right
Mom read, “Blueberries for Sal” at night

And that huge nameless tree in the field
At dark, a dinosaur concealed

Walking a stray black cat with a string
That ran up a tree and could not cling

Mom had to climb that tree, pregnant
And retrieve the remains and remnants

I remember those days, quite well
And the fake Christmas tree smell

The revolving multi colored light 
That lit our fake tree until Twelfth night

In Maine there is snow, whiter than white
And memories that induce me to recite

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When all the moments have been lived,
and all the days described
When hope is an illusion, you chase in your dreams,
and time a circle of black and white
When faded pictures guard your mind from forgetting,
will a seat be offered from a comforting hand?
To warm your face, so it may smile
And as you gather fallen leaves from your dreams,
to build a fire to protect from winter's cold,
will you sit by frosted windows, starring into luminous stars?
Reliving a solemn rendering of your life

When all my days are shorn in Autumn
And all the years have shrived
When lasting memories are fused, what deems
Is an hourglass of time's remind
Like faded photographs, safe vouch the mind
Will I sit and proffer from a smile
And such as you will I gather token dreams
And build a fire, to keep from winter's bold
Will I sit by mosic windows and turn them into stars
Reliving a solemn promise, to make this slope, my wife

A poem written by Mystic Rose;
and Frederic Parker
I thank her for her input and kindness

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(Free Verse) Always keep God and family foremost in life Welcome each person you meet, as a possible friend. Dance away to the music, of our wonderful world, And sing along to brighten the chores of a new day. Take time to dream new dreams, each glorious day. Remember always to say "I Love You" every chance you have, And remember to forgive anyone who has wronged you in any way. Love like there's no tomorrow and be loved the same way, Aim to bring more joy, minus pain, to anyone that you know. You must always be honest and true to yourself, first. Always try and try and never for any reason give up, Remember, that you're just human, and as such, imperfect and flawed. Spend some of your time, on bended knees giving thanks to the Lord, And take pride in anything you've achieved in your life... Remember to smile and take some time out of your busy life, And smell all the roses you encounter on your way out. Hug your family and all your friends in the daily basis too. And take a little time to rest and to dream of only your Love. Dorian Petersen Potter aka Ladydp2000 copyright@2001 December,10,2014

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Memories Ebb and Flow

love reaches its crescendo
then gently slips away

your spirit follows me
through darkness and light

I see your reflection in tranquil waters
your tender touch carries on sea breezes
scent of Aramis clings to your pillow

but most of all, your music
refined, classical compositions
pulsating from ivories

reminder of the day
you first opened the keyboard
sharing your greatest love

music in my soul
will follow me to heaven
so we may share again

*May 28, 2014 for the “Debussy Inspiration” contest

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Bye-Gone Era

There are few things that I rarely miss
But something about you makes me trip
I think of you often
Think of the things that I miss
About you
Your lips and your soft fingertips
Your dimpled smile and
Warm laughter
Are just
Memories of days gone by
Things that I cannot get back
And if I could
These things that I miss
Will never be the same as the
First time we kissed
Or held hands
Or said "I love you" to each other
I never wonder if your okay
Because wherever you are is where
You want to be
And its not with me
I never wonder do you even miss me
Because when I was there
Your heart wasn't
Love, love, love
Is all we need and I
Gave to you as you pleased
Never enough
Never satisfied
And then I gave up
On you
But now I realize that
of days gone by
Things that I miss about
are simply memories
Could it be that I
Just miss you
Or do I just keep missing you.

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written 30th Nov 2001

Lost and alone
 for she doesn't know where to go
This mother is now stuck
 she weighs up her options
And see's she is fighting against gossips 
 she stops, and takes a look at this world
What have they done, to this lovable little girl
 as she open's her eye's
Only to be faced, with all there lie's
 feeling alone and tired
She walk's on, to only find
 she is saying good-bye..
Taking one last look around
 before she lay's down on the ground
As her eye's completely, silently close
 she whispers, her final prayer to die
Still she walk's on, lost and alone
 but the difference now is quite clear 
For you can see her soul.....just disappeared...

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on memories, the soul and gentle breezes

She has seen so much before Her eyes 
they have lost their sparkle 
She sits in Her chair to watch the hummingbirds 
flit and sip at the bird feeders She has prepared 
She has made those for years 

i remember sitting with Her and talking 
about boys and schoolwork 
and how beautiful the hummingbirds 
sounded as they zipped past the screen door 
we know they will return 

Her taste for pecans never 
prevented Her from collecting them 
off Her land for pies and candies 
Her legs hurt from walking too long 
how i miss picking pecans with Her 

as i grew time was lost 
and i visited Her less and less 
with regret i think of 
all the talks and fun and laughter 
while we canned fruits and jellies together 

i wish i could bring back those years 

the summer before i was married 
we talked of love and happiness 
and i was privileged to know how 
Pa and Ma met when she asked, 
"Do You Believe In Love At First Sight?" 

we stayed up 'til morning talk of 
mike and how She believed he was an 
angel and how She met her first husband 
and the birth of mimi, i know She has 
always love me 
i am Her pride and joy 

She has lived a long life that was hard 
but worth it because She has produced 
a wonderful family 
that babies Her in Her old age 
oh, how She hates that 

She talks about Her last days as if 
tomorrow Her soul will take flight 
and wonders why God hasn't sent for Her yet 
perhaps She is not done 
or He wishes Her to see something precious 

i wonder if it is for me (how narcissistic) 
to see my wedding or the birth of the daughter 
that will carry Her middle name 
She cried when i told Her that 
but that's how much She means to me 

i vainly pray that She will live long enough 
to see these things that are important to me 
when She will be able to hold 
with Her middle name 
Her great-great-granddaughter, LEE ellen 

now She sits in her rocking chair 

watching the hummingbirds 
Her soul takes flight upon a gentle 
breeze that carried Her far away in time 
when She could pick pecans and can jellies 
when She and Pa met 

or when Her children were born 
i know many stories from Her past 
and i am proud that i am the only one 
that has taken the flight with her soul 
on one of those gentle breezes

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Cafe musings

Chairs in college cafe
Still await our arrival,
Velvety covers on tables
Longing for the spill,
Excited as we cheered !

I remember
Our first meet over
A telepathic invite,
An encounter by design,
For one glimpse,
Came to life,

Meet and greet
Over cups of coffee,
Fresh is the tale
Even after three decades,
Cafe musings !!

Written by Dr. Upma A. Sharma 
On 4/2/14
Title- cafe musings

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Most Days

Most days 
Ingrid Showalter Swift

Most days
I am really truly

But then………………………
flowing in like an iceberg that was off at sea 
now come to shore once more 
with the stinging knives…long tentacle fingers of searing ….  
it smashes the shore
ripping my pretty shells off the reef 
and stopping 
to silvered sudden silence............. the lovely waves of joy

or is 
as if  I am a tapestry
the top layer has many brilliantly died threads 
some even glisten as Gold and Silver and pulse intertwiningly with rich jewel tones and ambers
and soft areas of downy whites 
and creams ....that throw light up onto the ceiling and walls like a crystal spinning 

But beneath there is an undulating world of dark blue rivers baring your name
they swirl in eddies within me and sometimes 
they rise
 …and rise and rise and rise
they…flood the surface 

then all out

and all I can feel or see is the loss of you
your very ……………….goneness

and your own loneliness…your solitude 

in the sounds of your shop
metal is moving
nothing soft and blond 
or me anywhere to be seen 
except on that one lone shelf where my very tattered pages move gently every time you pass by
moving like seaweed dancing in the swirls of the sea
or leaves in the trees caught in your spirit's breeze

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This is actually a song I wrote. I know this site is supposed to be for poetry but I felt compelled to share it with you all. You'll see that part of it is the same as one of my other poems, that poem inspired this song.

To many times
In to many places
Memories combine
With to many faces

There was a time
When I was young
And everything
Was beautiful
Now it feels
Like I've lived
A thousand years
Those memories
Are gone
I have loved
A thousand lives
And lost
A thousand more
I have lived
With an empty heart
The enemy once more
From the days of old
Corrupt my very dreams
The things I've done
And things I've lost
Are memories obscene
My thoughts have turned
To darkness now
The light begins to fade
The things that haunt
My very dreams
The world has turned away
Cuz there are

To many times
In to many places
Where memories combine
With to many faces

Blood has been
Lost from me
I've numbed
My very soul
Theres nothing here
But my own pain
The shadows
Carry on
I've cursed the name
Of the one above
Was brought down
To my knees
Where darkness fell
I was reborn
A savage
Hate indeed
I brought myself
Up off the ground
And tried to carry on
But everything
Tries to pull me down
Back upon the ground
And there are

To many times
In to many places
Where memories combine
With to many faces

The memories
Are growing dim
The truth
Becomes obscured
When nothing
Holds it close
To heart
It is replaced by fear
Theres pain
In even the smallest tear
When love is never shown
In darkness grows
The saddest light
Of heartbreak still held dear
Sometimes it feels
Like its taking hold
And death is looming near
When there is nothing
In this world
That you still hold dear
What is this feeling
Deep inside
That brings itself to light
This emptiness
Inside my heart
Will bring
Misery and strife
And there are

To many times
In to many places
Where memories combine
With to many faces

There was a time
When I was young
And everything
Was beautiful
Now it feels
Like I've lived
A thousand years
The memories
Are gone.....

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Angelica dedicated her life to sewing,
and with needle, tread and amazing speed
she created stylish, beautiful dresses for any doll..
a spindle was used for spinning cotton,
and an hour glass to tell time;
why did she work so hard at seventy three...
when other women of her age took strolls and chatted?

Angelica was a widow and lived
three doors down and often she told me
about her husband John who fought
in the Vietnam War and was awarded many medals;
her son Tod was drafted and was sent to Iraq...
she was too lonely and I was her other friend...
besides her spindle, doll and hour glass.

Angelica thought much of death,
and staring at me she tenderly whispered,
" Son, these three items I entrust to you,
when I can no longer use them...take good care of them. "
I nodded as she kept on sewing another dress
for a pretty doll...steadily watching the spindle spin
until the hour glass ran out of sand. 

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Broken Bliss

So another year passes
and everything you 
thought you knew
then you question yourself 
why does Everything around 
you have to change 
when in reality you were the only 
one that ever changed 

They say
Maturity comes with age
but in your case its you've 
reached another crucial stage
it may seem painful and 
you may feel insecure
but as time passes
You’ll break free and 
Shine as a figure high above 
with immeasurable prowess 
Who knows she’s beloved

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Welcome as you left
Happenings in touch
Feeling all in family 
As all we stand lively

Same group of gang
As you touch my body
Tides rides high as locked
 In memory of splash
Wash my body in shore

This is how grow up. . No names mentions  but  awkardly they  were with me as much as they could.  Now it is your turn. 

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All About Nine

After my youngest brother, we were family of nine,
my mama and daddy, five boys and two girls.
I thought I would have those loving folks forever
until they started leaving.  Now only Sis and I
survive with all the memories of that strong family.
I have children and grandchildren whom I deeply love.
but they don't share the memories of long ago.
I'd like to be transported back to that family
for just 9 days perhaps, to relive fond memories.

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Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end 
I can barely subdue its subterfuge 
But here I am, 
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions

Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.

Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.

Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?

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Rekindle Me

I feel like the candle flame
As it's about to die...
So... cold...
I shrink in on myself,
A used wick curling up
Blackened and lifeless-
Now suspended in
A haze of my own smoke
Like hallucinations,
I suddenly recall
How it felt to be warm-
Face pressed against
The fire in your chest,
Roar of its beat in my ear;
I tapped its rhythm
On your collarbone
With one finger, delighted
At how fast, how erratically
It sputters at my closeness;
You laughed,
Because you understood...
Now I close my eyes,
And with one finger, I
Tap the rhythm of 
Your heartbeat 
On my collarbone-
Maybe to recall
How your fire sputtered for me
Will keep me from guttering out
Before you can return to me-
Rekindle me-

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Why do I write everything?
Always writing, always, always, incessantly,
Details about my small little life---
A life that is nearly always unexciting---
Filling pages, wasting paper and memory space.
Why do I write everything?
For a while, I thought that it was
So I could look back, and understand
And this may be partly the reason.
But I don’t think it is the only one.
Why do I write everything?
I was thinking about it
The other day,
Sitting, staring off into space,
Wanting to write, and wanting to know
Why I wanted to,
And the answer
(Or what I think is the answer)
It is because I do not want to forget.

I have almost no memories of my childhood,
And I don’t know why.
There are a few vague impressions
Here and there, and a few---
Very, very few---
Actual, clear memories,
But most of it is gone;
I do not have many memories
Of later years, either:
Homeschooling, junior high,
The first years of high school---
There is not much remaining,
And what little there is
Is steadily eroding.
I read back old journals,
And remember things,
Things I hadn’t remembered I’d forgotten;
I see things in my own handwriting,
My own typed words,
That I couldn’t have remembered
Without help.

Why do I have no memories?
I have no idea.
Maybe some trauma
Early in childhood
(There is no way to know;
These things float to the surface
Of the lives of “perfectly normal” people,
But that does not explain the loss
Of the years after that.
Maybe something wrong with my brain,
My memory center---there is no way to know.
But I think that deep down inside,
There is this instinct, spiritual self-preservation,
Which tells me to write, write everything,
Write it all down, and soon after it happens,
So that even if these years also disappear,
As it seems they are going to,
I will have the written words,
Memories held fast on paper,
So that I can look back on my past
By reading my forgotten writings
As others do
By simply looking back into their own minds.

Why do I write everything?
It is because I do not want to forget myself.

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Just as Rain

Just as rain numbs into nothing with the passage of time, after the first drops have fallen and made their impression, [What is a little more water, when you're already wet?] my heart stopped jumping at each chronological backfire of my mind and simply beats twice; once for each moment gone missing. [But then, when - and if - am I living?] Just as droplets gradually become puddles, that fall into streams and pour into lakes, we assume the sustenance to keep noticing the retrospection which falls from the hazy grey veils congregated in the sky. [And we finally get the chance to love what was once before our eyes.]

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An Autumn Night to Remember

Do you remember the night that we were cuddling
in the autumn moonlight? It was the most romantic night
that I had ever had. Your beautiful eyes reflected the starry sky
so clearly, that the next thing that I knew was that my lips were touching
your lips. You looked so divine and sensual, like Aphrodite......

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She did not ire against the fading light
The mystery of death did not perplex
But comforted her enervated soul
As she acquiesced to fate
Her last words extolled the joys of life
And love 
And the sunset

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A Tattered and Fraying Fabric

Curled up in a comfy chair,
a shoe box filled with years
of captured memories in her lap;
memories of motherhood - so bitter sweet.
Her smile turns down -
the wet of her sadness drips from her face.
The chair gives her no comfort
for the paper images in the box 
screams the truth of what was and what is.
Sadly; her once tightly woven fabric
weaved unconditionally, thread by thread
with bare hands and God's help,
is now...tattered and fraying,
never to be restored to what it once was.
And from this tattered and fraying fabric
is a unique and vital thread missing...
a thread  that can never be replaced. 

So bitter out weighs the sweet.
Captured memories are stored away.
Head in hands she prays....desperately she prays....
that what remains of this fabric can be salvaged.

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Salamander Oasis

Our ripe minds protrude
Waiting to be ripped-
A signal to leave behind
The excess of all other moments

We allow our fallen tails
Re absorption through the ground
Back into the neverending fervor

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County Fair

Tuesday night 
Nobody reads poetry
They all sit at home
Dazed from Monday
Oblivious and alone

Postcards from 
Upon the office wall
Nothing left to do 
Let’s take the kids…
        To the fair

Rick Skaggs is playing
There’s a carney with a grin
Stuffed animals
And a hint of gin
      At the county fair

Am I alone here?
In this world
Or does anyone really 
Corn dogs
      At the county fair

Meat on a stick
So tasty
Yet so unreal
Don’t be late 
Don’t stay to long
        At the county fair

Poetry can wait
Cotton candy 
And a roller coaster
Bumper cars
And stomach aches
       At the county fair

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A Thousand Days of Love

Tonight I sit and reminisce.
Travelling back through hosts of memories,
Remembering our firsts. 

The first time I saw your face;
When all the world receded,
And the clamour around me
Was silenced by your eyes.

I recall the racing of my heart,
And the tremor of nerves before
That first all night phone call,
Where we talked as friends long lost,
Or more, as lovers reunited.

When hours passed as fleeting moments
And we shared our secrets 
As memories reminded.
I remember the dawn that morning;
The palest glow creeping through curtains 
And your voice, more natural to me than breath.

Time has taken wing;
These memories made
Remain fresh 
And clear as mountain streams,
Not faded by the passing of hours, months and years. 

But why tonight of all
Do I recall these firsts, my dearest?
It is because tonight I prepare 
For just one more. 
As I look towards our years to come,
I give thanks to you
My soul, my heart, 
For finding me, and for our first
One thousand days of love. 

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An uncommon alpha b poetic thread we weave

When writing righting poetry proceed with the following corporeal caution:

assimilate before u ass assume
build before u buldge
concentrate before u copulate
deride before u dicktate
engulf before u envelop
fantasize before u fragment
grasp before u germinate
hallicunate before u hypocrate
imagine before u initiate
juxtapose before u jauntilate
literate before u luminate
memorate before u mentorate
nuture before u negate
obligate before u obliviate
postulate before u prostitiute
question before u query
resonnate before u recreate
sonitate before u saturate
tintilate before u translate
utililize before
Xpectorate before u Xstinguish
yuletides before u yelltides
zoneify before u zilchify
it's all in the mission of word wise portrayl
of a mindful sour sequence of alphabet 
anomalies grammar given and humoheld in
a grand garnered elementary entrailed
existance teacher tilt trended to a 
mellow mystic grandeur of let me be me in a time 
when I/me was a boring blend of boyish bother
to all around me and time spent was to inculcate
myself into an artsyfartsy minimammal of intertwined
mealymouthed measure of pre white trash tinsure
trying to find the holy grail of boyhood benign banality trying
not to succomb to impregnating my 8th grade girlfriend
with streetsmart gonadial groovy greatness guided by degraded
inacquaricies from a teen trotting hormonal hack brother
who lived his life between the legs of others. (No father included) 
I savored the insanctity of him and kept it in my pants until further notice
and then had to be coaxed agressively upon annointment after marriages
annoyed. I then procreated to a purposepoint proper designated to
choicechosing the astrosign compaticosimco with the signs at mind, and 
holy fecal matter, it worked wised with wanton willfuness,  
thank God for 911 and. Save me Jesus.  

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OLd Photo's

OLD Photo's
                                                                                       September 30, 2013 at 4:21pm
Looking back through the years
I cannot recognise the emotions,
that my face is showing- in old photos!
surely this smile did not last
And the photo shooting stopped


Yes it is me !



my FEAR nor capture
ALL THE WRONG doings-showing

pictures so unlikely to look like me.
Memories that will soon fade in time
The happy and sad days
People you've left behind'

Are now from days gone by

There are faces on paper
in the camera's eye.
But MEMORIES now will last.

How ironic that my younger self
Is now my old self where only
my thinking is brand new.

The future will decipher these
pictures with no names
Images LEFT ON photo paper- 
Frame by frame-
A life captured in
Photo's from my past

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Reflective Memories

Reflective Memories

The dark light of loneliness
Shining off of reflective memories
All of the saddest moments of my life
The times I wanted to die
The times I fought back for one more breath
Memories of my still birth so many years ago
My first lost love when I was only six
The dog my father had put down while I was at school
My mother's death when I needed her the most
Lies that people have to me to keep me quiet
If the universe would end tomorrow
If I would struggle for my last breath
I would have something to say
To let everyone how I felt about my life
I say just one line of three little words
Those would be “It's about time”
Then I could rest with the pain behind me
And it's about time

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Who is Prince

Any day like this must be welcome
Not for any one but at least for a history
For death is everywhere.

Though this day is prompted by words
A key attempting to remind me of my arrival
To the mortal world.

The name Abdulhafeez is derived
From one of the ninety-nine 
Names of Allah.

An entwine creation born twins
To the royal family of Oyewole.

A knowledge about Prince
Will be deserving if it is viewed
From the gift of verse
Bestows on him by his Creator.

All things being equal
He is an epitome of lots
A divergent writer. a musical icon,
A gong man to the people,
A versatile boy of great reputation,
And a pen genius of an age.

He is a berry for people
Of his age.
He is a light for the nation
He represent.
A believer of abilities in difficulties.

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The greatest distance 
between you and I 
is not space nor time
it's you not knowing
how much I truly love
you or the reason why

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A Good Rule To Follow

Just do what ever you think if you must,
Cause with you there can be no trust.
   Faith and love is what you must learn,
It is  something you must go out and earn.
   Respect and understanding is how you must start,
To keep a love from completely falling apart.
   If Joy and Happiness is what you seek ,
Then be strong and true it will be yours to keep.
   Kindness and compassion is a good rule to follow,
It will bring brighter days for al your tomorrows .
    Love as if it were the last day of your life,
Try caring with open arms and do not fight .
    This life is precious if there is someone to love ,
Try to remember that it is a gift from above.

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You, vengeful child of darkness, 
Grandchild of ignorance,
Brother of terror and hatred,
Cousin of intolerance and fear, 
Your abominable goal to submit humanity’s psyche in
Perpetual torture
By indiscriminately slaughtering men,
Raping women,
Enslaving children,
Eliminating freedom and 
Obliterating  joy
Would wretchedly fail   
God, couldn’t bless the abhorrent actions of your disciples
He is not ruthless, cruel or vicious 
Merciful, forging and loving
Your dominion of oppression you wish to establish
A blasphemous monument in His eyes would be,
Contemptible by Him and His angels alike
Those who strive to prevail by committing your 
Unspeakable crimes 
Not even a glimpse of the gates of paradise, would ever be
Able to see!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    18 August 2014 

* Dedicated to those who have fallen victims to fanaticism around the world.

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Just a Dream

As I sit here looking out the window 
I think about the dreams I've been having of you lately.
Honestly, I don't think I will ever be able to forget you.
You'll always have this place in my heart
No matter what I'm going to love you.
I hate it,
Regret it even
But my heart still believes there was something between us.
I know you don't care like I do
I know I'm care for still loving you
But true love is never forgotten
You will only ever be just a dream of mine
A dream that will never come true
A dream that will just play over again in my head
A dream that will eventually die along with my heart
Did you ever care?
Or was those just false feelings?
Feelings that I dreamed up?'re just a dream.

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My Secret Prison

Trapped again!

Maze hidden cheddar eluding 
every twisting turn a doorway 
to the path I’ve already forgotten
a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac.

I cry.

Depression building my will 
crumbling into fatal despair
that rages with a whisper
as quiet as a hurricane.

I sleep.

I scream at one wall 
hundreds more continue laughing.
Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right!

I succumb.

Cheddar thoughts and running 
water sustain my desire to escape
through walls of scent
filled dreams of freedom.

I laugh.

Test complete. Failure.
Should have smelled for Camembert.

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Some days, she sat gazing out the window,
Stone-still, statue-like.
She didn’t answer when we called.

Some days, she lay frail on her bed
And tears pooled onto her pillow.
She was oblivious to the outside world.

Some days, she leaned on icy walls,
A bitter, lost, half-smile on her lips.
She would stand unmoving for hours.

One day, she grew old and weak,
Propped up with lots of pillow on the bright white bed.
She looked sunken and fragile and very, very little.

Where have you been?” we asked her.
She turned to us her unseeing, hollow eyes and uttered the only words 
we had heard her say.

‘Lost,” the broken lips whispered,
‘Lost in the maze of memory.’

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A unique smell challenged the air,
I could not place the aroma,
It teased and questioned my senses.
Was it the smell of simmering from deep within?
I searched this darkened kitchen,
for something, for anything
The dust had settled on the counters,
within closed drawers only emptiness remained.
What would ease my hunger?
What would satisfy my cravings?
I hear a crackling, a sizzling,
What it is that calls to me, teasing me,
The oven light blinks, on and off,
rapidly, so does my heart start to blink
could it be?
Something waiting inside for me?
My hunger calls... I must open the door.
Nothing.. Just a smokey memory
I am haunted.. haunted 
as a laugh shattered the silence,
I am left empty, hungry, and destroyed
Of the memory of the crumbs of cookies past.


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Deadly Valentine

These red flames of the burning sun, 
remind me of my everlasting hell.

My skin melts and falls rotten, 
like spoiled fruits that grow old.

Tormented daily by thoughts of you, 
like fire its burning inside my soul.

You move slowly in my head, 
making my dead brain itch.

I feel pain in every limb, 
pins and needles poke me.

I am unable even to smile; 
my muscles have stopped obeying me.

If this pain goes on, I will go numb, 
because my senses are slowly dying.

My blood boils with my impossible desires, 
of seeing your beautiful face again.

I have lost my ability to dream, 
through all my sleepless nights.

I cry for you night and day, 
my tear drops have turned to blood.

Everything around me has died out, 
plants have turned black, and music has turned into silence.

All colors have faded away, 
just like the leaves of autumn.

And like my skin has become rigid, 
my soul has become weak and hollow.

My heart wrapped by razor wire, 
I know soon enough it will stop.

Hammers beating through my chest, 
even my lungs have abandoned me.

What is life if not with you; 
an empty shell lost in the sea.

I wish if you were here with me, 
without you my heart stops to beat.

And all my memory has been erased, 
except of the day that you left.

And there’s not enough roses I can collect, 
to sweeten the smell of your grave.

My sweet love, oh my sweet remorse, 
we were supposed to go together.

But I am condemned to live, 
with the memory of your death.

And every February 14th, 
your image like knives stabs my heart.

Misery has already taken my life, 
so what is the point of my existence.

Today is when I take my life, 
as a memory of our deadly valentine.

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Looking back
It is beauty that is carved into
Every moment of our lives
Every moment of our near deaths,
Every moment of our death.

A song reached out to me
In my winter bed,
A simple song of simple love.
Transcending me back eight years
Into that lonely street where I stood
Looking down at every one.
Proud and haughty.
An absolute sense of right.
Self destructive.
Yet like the Phoenix, capable of
Raising one up towards the truth.

It was the brittle line between life and death
I saw it that night.
When my mind split into two.
When time halted.
When death kissed me in.
And then wonder of wonders,
I saw the three dimensions of the 
Most beautiful face on earth,
My angel.
I was over joyed.

In the busy consultation room
Patient after patient buzzing in.
All seem to fragment in front of me.
The drama called life ran figments
I connected with their woes and miseries,
I knew they will all vanish.
I smiled an all knowing smile.
They smiled back half cured of their ailments.
I smiled at Maya.
I couldn’t help smiling.

The people who fought for me,
They made me who I am today.
People who left and who still pray for me,
People far off who have given me a hundred reasons to smile,
People who have bruised and battered me and moulded me into who I am.
Why did God send them to me?
Was it not a mirror He sent through all of them,
A mirror into which I had to see,
With my mind open.

In a painting, Xibalba radiates with such beauty
Such absolute glow and fire,
Transporting me to the after life.

The paradise called peace.
Where all goodness lives and perishes not for eternity.
There I see myself, sitting, meditating,
Looking up.
On the glory that was life,
On the glory that was death,
On the glory of the One.

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Silent Chord

            Silent Chord

Strings of melodies stream together
Vibrating from inside without a sound
Welling up in silence
With accompaniments of feelings and the mind
Calming measures blended, refined like bitter grapes
Sweet memory that aches upon a silent chord
Heard only in the sacred crevasses of the heart
Beating a hasty retreat to sanctuary
A single breath of vibrant life on waves of music
Crashing on alien shores
A truce between passion and melancholy blend
When we reflect, remember times together
Not through a glass so darkly
Not everything is black and white
There are many stories and letters left to write 
I can play but one note for you
A simple and pure one
A silent chord

                                                                             Poetry contest: Debussy Inspiration 6/06/14 

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No Remembrance

My doctor says, as we grow older,
and keep cramming stuff into our brain,
sooner or later, it has to dump.

Is this really true?
Or, is it simply a doctor's excuse
for something to which he has no answer?

Somewhere along the way, I've lost
complete blocks of time, entire days or nights,
pleasant events which others remember,
but I cannot recall, at all.

Some episodes have staying power,
like the time I fell off the ladder,
flipped, and slid down the stairs
to the basement, head first. Who
could forget those raccoon eyes
I wore for weeks afterward?

Before you reminded me of the lunch
we shared, on the way to Wyoming,
with rain pelting the windowpane,
it had been erased from my memory bank.

That murder mystery I read last year,
is new again, a rediscovered story
to be enjoyed once more.

Yet, in all the moves we've made,
all the churches you've served as Pastor,
the conferences/workshops we've attended,
the companies we've worked for,
it's the people I remember -

the names, the faces, the smiles,
the friendships, these are the things
I treasure, and these memories will linger,
these memories will never erase.

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what you will never be

what am i 
what have i become
a product of your vision
the wrong side of your decisions
i was young
!!you were wrong!!!
confused in my head 
from the last words you said
laying on the floor
crawling on glass hot flesh
like your brain in your head
blood pouring
like the tears you never shed
wishing i was dead 
from the words you never said
cast me aside
leave me on the roadside
lock me up
it wasn't enough
**** you 
**** your words
i'm no soldier 
i'm way more bolder 
the thing i could never be
i'm alive and i'm free
i am me
something you will never be.

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This Is For You A Certain Woman Once Said

This is for you a certain woman once said                                                                                           To a certain man                                                                                                                             It's called a chambered nautilus                                                                                                           Looks like a sea shell to me the man said                                                                                      The woman laughed at the man and then with him                                                                      And later that day they made love while it rained                                                                              The man uses the chambered nautilus as a paper weight now                                                     And Because she said it's chambers were symbolic                                                                            Of the lives they'd lived before

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Without Me

You're watching again,
I know it.
I don't need to look, to see
or reciprocate your easy grin.
It's always ready,
I hold it for keeps.

Words are something else,
somewhere far.
Many came and went.
Your smile contains the ones
I project, from somewhere in.
A part of you,
a part of me.

Sometimes, they still hint
at the shadow of 
the wholeness of you.
But I'm not romantic.
Some things I forget on purpose.
And dreams are fair
to all. Indifferent to the wants
of us, faithful to the needs of us.
Sometimes, they remind me.

I've dreamed it all, though to know you apart 
from dreams? Now they won't do. 
All because of me.
All because of you.

Still, the future is good,
as I imagine you know. 
And in the daylight,
I visit your easy smile, 
that's beautiful without words.  
Without me.

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I cried when you passed away
I still cry today
Although I loved you dearly
I couldn't make you stay
God broke my heart
to prove that he only takes the best
So he put me to the test
In order for me to blessed
Forever missing you LeSchea
We will be together soon.
Mommy Loves you.

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Thoughts and memories
have taken me
    To places unknown
    To people I dreamed about
They seem so alive
    In my maudlin mind.
Would they ever help me
   Find the missing and the unknown,
   and make the uncertain
    seem  certain now?

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EST Perfectum

It’s like all the sudden something said "OK Ingrid, now it is time to write again"
So here we are… we two 
….you and I swimming amongst these circles and squares...these dashes,darts and dots
jumps...stoppings and startings...periods and lack there of  
...of course
So...It begins now
but then that is ridiculous
It began a long time ago in a land so far from me now I have to stop to recall it, as one would stop to recall a book they once read…the plot, the characters all so familiar and on the  tip of mind and tongue but then of course not 
and one is found floundering and searching …all the while wearing the most preposterous expression

 It is impossible to search ones memory and have even the semblance of a sophisticated knowing expression on one's face 
It is just part of the human condition
 the great equalizer …the rich and the poor, the philosophically advanced and the dumb as dirt
 ALL must flounder on memories forgotten and ever relentlessly forgetting shores. 
We are not lemmings we are fish

Forgive my pun and weak humor… it is all I have got to try to amuse you while pondering and musing away the time ahead of us about the likes of….
Brown paper bags
Bags….ENORMOUS bags of candy: They MUST have weighed at least 5 lbs 
but for a penny a piece =a quarter could make you 
Queen of the gum ball and Sorceress of the jaw breaker for at least an entire day.

It is A wonder of nature we are not all dying of diabetes …..and very bad parenting
or are we?
But that is not our real subject…our real subject is the lay of the land
The dot dot dot of it…the slicing of any apple…the creating of a word...a letter …a phrase …any! and all! expression of the depthful interiors of the artistic vase with in 
that est perfectum 
not because it works and is perfect 
but because it exists 
at all
in mind and in daring 
in ink

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Squirrel Hollow

Squirrel Hollow

Squirrel hollow made me what I am.
I would go there with dog and gun
in lush summer when snakes
were in the weeds and the air
was heavy with water.
I would sweat and drip and never dry.

My dog was fierce with snakes 
and fought with groundhogs which
ventured from their dens.
We would swim in the river 
two miles from home, naked.
Then he would shake and shake
the water away.  He would shake
the snakes unto death as well.

There were rocks there that I knew,
old rocks from eons past and
springs which washed the sweat
and filled me with what I needed then.
The mockingbird still sings there
and mocks me from its perch
high in the elm tree in summer.
It knows that I am gone.

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That Day Came

Pointless…a strange existence, lost in the panoramic leisure of humanity's walk
I am consumed, doomed to non-being, with lingering darkness
A pain to wake up to the sound of its heavy breathing over my head
And it's agonizing wheezing in sun-drooping times

Sometimes tears fall down my face, seeping in the shadows
I am unafraid, jeering poor judgements, squeezing the bile into half-living life
Saddened by the impact of the blows,
The soft kisses being sent my way…only dissolving   
It burns upon my skin, it's ephemeral floatation above my body
I never reach you, that happiness…so close…ever spiraling
My focus blurred…my lenses dirtied, damp, drizzling in the salts of wishes

Moments of your voice, bouncing off my face
Your aromatic wisdom slipping into my eager ears and eyes
Past happiness, now remnants of sad, layered present

Waiting for that day…surely not long enough… I would have waited more
And that day came, when I heard your voice again…
I had waited in monomaniac, obsessive daydream
My mind sure of the stars within you
Faith in you…faith in your shine

It wasn't fair, I know, to assume such magic would occur
I shouldn't have let you become the purpose of the pain I have mastered
Yet that day came. . .
Sunshine through the windows, my mind in a thousand murderous places
Your voice, your presence, your heart, not so far from mine

I could not trust my mouth, so I relied on yours
Knowing only silence would remain in the end
Like the entire world demanded your presence in that very moment,
Your words slipped out faster than I could register
They were terrifying in volume, cold as frosted ice
To see you so rock-layered indifferent
Was the worst pain I had felt since pointless made its way on a page...
Though I knew in my heart you cared,
I would never let my mind believe

The daydreams, once so real, were now nonexistent
I was eaten, chewed up, disposed of in a single chomp of Never-Was
I would have much rather waited longer… I would have been stronger
You disappeared through the doorway, before I could say...Thank You

And from there, I fought the stinging tears with my life
Doomed with the darkness that I could not let break me
I had to wait. I had to wait and make certain no one else was brought down with me
Then, when alone…when all beings slept…while you lay in bed slowly drifting,
I would wake up to the sound of its heavy breathing over my head
Long after sunsets diminished to black
And I could say to myself, that day came
I could make myself let it go...let you go...

And I cried, my small, black companion by my side
Soon even precious he would leave me
In tearful breakage of death
All dreams of you passing on with the one whiskered witness,
All faith, dreams...passion...escaping away....
Through my pouring lenses, out my ripped heart... and into the night...

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My presence is here
but my consciousness was lost
lots of things happened
and when I turned back
I know what's the caused

Looking back from where am I
makes my mind hassle
for, if you try to sum it up
history is a shattered puzzle

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Early Onset Alzheimers

No sleep tonight
my dreams upset my mind
it's all about
losing thoughts to time

It's like I was never young
nor hearty, nor hale
like disabilities came early
and wiped my memory clear

Now I worry
what will happen
when my thoughts are no longer honed
I'll just lie there, lost...depressed...alone

February 21, 2013

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86B West York Street

86B West York Street

A small one bedroom apartment
White walls and a textured ceiling
A crappy painting hangs on the wall
Handmade airplanes hanging as if in flight
86B West York St. wasn't much
Cheap rent and no luxuries
Yet, to my eyes, it was beautiful
There was a little girl who lived next door
Waving every morning as she passed
She was all smiles and happiness
Looking through the window every day
She brought the light into the room
That apartment sits empty now
That little girl has long since grown up
Those rooms are no longer as beautiful as they were
Its life has been drained away
Luckily, the memories are still there

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Drowning in the Maelstrom
Vision blurred grey
Head Bowed
Mouth set unmoved

Two skins wet
Feet aflame
Back broken
Body numb

On the green earth
Between steel topped stone
And a God’s fury
I sit
They sit
We sit

Breath rasps with the steam
Frozen and frying
Dead hands and dying feet

The sea taps at numb shoulders
Water on stone
Eyes refocus
Still grey

The ocean drips over the brim
A waterfall for weary eyes
The call comes
They Stand
I stand
We stand

Hacking back into the torrent

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Wielding together artificial meat
No need to conserve this being will keep
Looking through grafted eyes
The creator now smiles
Shamelessly looking at bones made of lies
Once it is born does it speak with a tongue?
Calling out hopefully, am I the one?
It started out walking it skipped all the steps
Its power lacked knowledge deceived by the best
Slaying with anger the others were dust
Running in circles pain filled with must
Confronting the master to find what he was
Hoping to live, but then again who does?

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                   TAKE ME BACK TO THE TRYST

Take me back to the tryst
Love of ages is not my taste
Does stale love toast or fondle? 
Yet toast is the soul of love:
When words summon words
 To mirror the pumping heart.

Take me back to the tryst
Age is wear and tear of love,
Gravity on the wings of amity
Just back to the tryst
Where love floats on bouyancy of fond.

Love: youngest fruit on okoro tree
Easy shred , easy grate
The younger the sweeter
No , the soup of love sours not
The very minute it is cooked.

I say back to the tryst
There is no diminution in tenderness
But love decays with years and age
When earlier charm becomes stale and fade.

Bitte*, take me back to the tryst
The best of love is in tryst
The oath of love is in tryst
Only in tryst it is you and me
Oh take me back to tryst
Love of ages is not my taste.

* : Bitte is german word for please.

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Wymark's Room

Ah! Four walls, one ceiling, one floor, 
a window, two doors, one restroom
no bed, tons of roaches, one chair
no ashtrays, no TV, no radio
one leaking shower faucet
one clogged sink
one triple sofa
one fridge
one fan
zero flip flops
one fire extinguisher
one bookcase, two forks
two glasses, three pencils
three termites, four knives
four magazines, five socks
five strange boxes, six pears
six rat traps, seven thermometers
seven years living here, eight hours to go

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A Fire burns within us all

We all wish to live our dream

We all fall in love at least once

We all carry on as if nothing is wrong

We run our own courtroom of judges and juries

At some point in all the mess we get lost

Without knowing we fall victim to the enemy of fear

It seems catastrophic for a time but the tragedy seems to be forgotten

Like our connections to the past

Our dreams are let go

Our insecurity runs free

We talk of what ifs and gossip of younger days

How we believed we could accomplish anything in this world

Where has all that gone

People we've met Places we've been

We wave goodbye like we don't need you anymore

But the truth is we do

We are afraid to cry

We avoid taking blame

We cast these things aside

Like smelly trash

Do we realize what we do to those people and places

We lock them away in the forgotten realms of our distrust

But they set back and brew

The smoke so heavy

Conceals what we really feel

What we really need

Takes the place of what we call a beating heart

Depression if you recall is what ultimately knocks us down

Out of the game

Time to step up and stare this game down

Let the fire breath and you shall see beyond all the charred black dream

Is a true vision Clear As Day..........

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Eyes are the very centre of being: within their deepest gaze, love
Can be reflected and above all: the most vibrant spark of life.
Eyes can give a look of scorn, or frustration, resent or desperation, simple and innocent joy or contentment.

We can look into eyes, and see all life has to offer;
I do not think another look shall be seen…

I promised you would feel no pain in your dreamy rest.
I promised all the heavy breathing that burdened your flame and
Pure energy; I promised you would breath again.

And so you do, breathe forever as the wind.
You form the wisp of air that passes my face
And the gust of rain that patterns the night,
The breeze of summer that will ease my grief
And the movement of clouds and the skies.
But never will I forget, those cries of fear
As I, oblivious, took you outside in the cold.

There’s no pain as great as a memory
But I will cling to these memories
Till I too, am a breath in the wind.


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i found you in a memory

my logic is circles
fragmented thoughts become rounder
french painters judge your symbolic statement
you freely seek God
but deliver us temptation you request
interpretation is healthy, even pleasurable
attraction leads you from tragedy
to where you start reclaiming super powers
you say adolescence and feel off-limits
your innocence possessed wild love
songs of nature you heard
so vividly intense
dreams fooled by social masks
darkness is to drink quietly
blackness and bright lights are a mystery of unknowns
empty silence can recharge you
question the impressionist
evaluation is a big old mess
pursue inspiration by hunting goals
urban dictionary is absolutely genuine
sins are just voyages across
hundreds of remote landscapes
kiss those who helped you
and compose crazy love letters
paradise is a vulgar vision 
for those who fish in perspective
fate can’t fix the big old mess

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A sky’s pasty pallet, 
thickly stroked
with a heavy brush,
lends pale shadows
to the earth below
while a filament  
of a memory
improves the dreariness
with joyous rays

Soon to follow
comes the rain
as the clouds lessen
their laden load
and the day brightens
as remembrances lighten
and sorrow steams away
on the pavement 
of a renewing heart

© Debra Squyres

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Fake indifference
Strength from within
Let the Bullshit begin
Feigning ignorance
Pretend happy circumstance
Did you plan this? Was it your intent?

All you are is a plastic apparatus
You invent  - drastic fiction
Completely spent
Of all sense – covered in dents
Your rent will not - stop your eviction

Delve in a cesspool of thoughts

Awaken! Panticulation!
Meretricious offense
Wild and  vagarious
Outrageous Hindrance!
Auspicious pontification
Kills me

           Inch	by

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Stopping Time

Tick toc tick toc a metronome 
always the same seems maybe
but the clock does and will stop in your time
locked time itself somehow against itself
the gravity of a moment so important 
emotion and love forcing holding the pendulum back
time lost to time but given back in future years
unforgotten a beautiful treasured memory

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on the face of clear nights

I see on a canvas, this face
The distant look, as detached from the world,
Behind me ,trying to decipher shadows
The unstable condition of the wind, and the ignored face of the days ...

Or maybe just,
A look that does not see,
But who is to rebuild,
The web of dreams:
Other places focused on the face of clear nights,
Where we cross moments
So far, of the body weight,

We could see
Amid the black light,
Color bursts,
Caused by the smell of an earth
That sits of the tiredness of the day,
And let a memory,
Freed from its shackles.

It is a flight to other countries;
Explore them ,is done easily.
There are no limits,
And no border holds it prisoner


Je revois  sur une  toile  , ce visage
Le regard  lointain, comme  détaché  du monde,
Essayant derrière  moi, de déchiffrer les ombres,
Les équilibres  instables  du vent, et la face ignorée des jours...

Ou peut-être simplement,
Un regard qui ne voit pas,
Mais qui en est , à reconstruire,
L'écheveau des rêves :
L'ailleurs porté sur la face claire des nuits,
Où on traverse des instants
Si loin ,   du poids  du corps ,

Qu'on pourrait apercevoir
Au milieu de la lumière noire,
Des éclats  de couleur ,
Engendrés par les effluves d'une terre
Qui se repose de la fatigue du jour,
Et laisse une mémoire ,
Libérée de son carcan .

C'est un envol vers d'autres  contrées ;
Les explorer se fait sans peine .
Il n'y a pas de limites,
Et aucune frontière ne la retient prisonnière .


RC  - déc 2014

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A precious mother’s journey was almost at end
And she began to hear the angels sing
As a mother you have earned your purple heart
And soon you’ll be receiving your wings...
Yet, she knew there was a message that she must send. 
Her words took form as precious 
Petals of joy flowing from above
To touch the hearts of those she loved
She said the LORD is my Shepard, I shall not want, 
In his word I stand and do believe
That he has supplied all of my needs
To the heavens I must now ascend,
Departing, my dear family and friends
In remembrance of me I hope you’ll smile,
For I have traveled my last earthly mile.
Embrace one another affectionately; 
Following loves pure light as it is meant to be
As He allows me to send these precious
Petals of joy flowing from above
May, they comfort the hearts of those I love.

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Fading Breath

I was only ten,
when an illness visited me;
within days, it made me dehydrated
and weak. I had to support myself
to go to the sink to sip some water;
my mouth almost had no saliva!
One night, my parents rushed me to hospital,
for the gates of the afterlife were beginning to open
for me. I couldn't feel the drip needles getting through my skin;
my senses were lost. Visions of a white place I saw; a place my soul
probably stepped foot. My mother was awake beside me, all through the night. Death was much closer to me than I imagined.....

Poem Theme: Near Death Experience

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The purple canopy above
Soars majestically to the heavens
Shrouding my view

I lie raised
In a caffeine haze
Deafened gloriously

Breathing to the rhythm
Reverberating through the stage
Vibrations soothing my aching limbs

Limbs which have slaved
Creating the musically Eden
Forging metal and wood
Blood and sweat
Sugar and caffeine

The sky darkens
Gentle patting comes from the canopy
Refreshment from the sky
Though just the taste in the air
Slakes my thirst

I turn and look out
The faithful stand weathering the storm
Rocking in the free world
Shouting to the gods

With refreshed bones
And mind
I stand
At one with the vibrations
Basking in the noise

As the night falls I leave
Under a lower skin
I tip my hat to her red hair
As I pass and move on

So under a thin plastic skin
I now lean on dead wood
As the angry strings 
Caress the senses

The hour flies
And return at speed
Parting the crowd
With a voice louder than the din

Breath is heavier
Boots rapping across stone
The night draws in
I stand
Assimilating with the vibrations


Into the madness of the night

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Just Another Throw Back Thursday

Its another throw back Thursday
thumbing through pictures, old music
and high school notes
my Facebook wall is flooded with
playful insults, wisecracks and inside jokes
its so crazy to think of all the years that have past
all the styles that didn't last, the fads that came and went
hairstyles and cloths, shoes and even beat up ford trucks
seems like everybody played their part of such a beautiful wreck
we left our mark, frozen in time
maybe its just etched in the clouds that hang over this small town
or maybe its just a memory stuck in the back of our minds
There's a few memories I'll never forget, and some I wish I could
but for the most part, I have zero regrets
I'd do it all over again if I could
With the same friends, family and people that came and went
Embrace it, because without it... you wouldn't be you
   .....Its just another Throw back Thursday.....


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Practioner of cons, grifts, & rips.  
  Swabbing a deck on a sinking ships
Inexorable in persistence
 lacking all patience  
Or any social boundary

LIE TO ‘GET’ then ‘GONE’ 
                In love at first reflection

Vainglory incarnate/Vulgarly Gauche.
Options eluded but lacking choice.
Chances and trust
 with you naturally obliterates.
Narsistic homophobe, 
who only can hear
 the sound of his own voice.

That superfluous verbal vomit that spills out those lips
(cork that flapping gash on your face)

Your sickness is inaffable, 
not cute or funny, but sill laughable.
Come at me as pathos, 
poor victims of circumstance.
Every insecurity revealed himself 
in each pathetic comment
Collaterally Kidnapped , 
Mentally molested.
Finally finished we lock eyes again,
 I grin, and laugh
‘This ones for you Glenn’

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of a similar mind

However we got here
It was on
The same thought
For a brief moment
We decided
And arrived
At a point
At the same time
Us on a bus we on a trainof similar mind
In the same line
Of a similar mind
The world truly is connected

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Some Sad Dark Secret

"Temper your enthusiasm,"
She said, 
"The extremes of your reactions;
You should have 
A more conventional frame
On which to hang 
Your unconventionality."
"Don't push people,"
She said,
"You make yourself vulnerable."

She told me not to rhapsodise,
That it would be difficult,
Impossible, perhaps,
For me to harness my dynamism.
The tone of my work,
She said, 
Is often a little dubious.
She said 
She thought 
That there was something wrong.

That I'm hiding 
Some sad 
Dark secret from the world.
"Temper your enthusiasm,"
She said, 
"The extremes of your reactions;
You should have 
A more conventional frame
On which to hang 
Your unconventionality."

("Some Sad Dark Secret" was inspired by words once spoken to me by a former tutor and mentor of mine in around 1982 or '83. And my own perhaps partly fantastical reflections on them.)

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Memories are strong
reminding me how
weak I am
At times they feel
like a lifetime away
tiny pieces of myself
suspended in the 
dulling haze of 
Other times they reach out
and grab onto me
with the desperation
of one helpless and drowning
holding on for fear 
of disappearing forever
into the abyss
I try to run away
but the more I resist
the stronger their hold
on me 
until I am the one
left helpless and 
Reaching out in desperation
for fear of 

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Delusion of Granduer

That person is thinking about me
They probably think I'm a Movie Star
I get that a lot
Is their Heart pumping fast?
Perhaps it's skipped a beat
If I said hello it would really make their day
I have always had a strange power over people
It must be the way I carry myself
Some people are just born this way
Natural leaders
I know they will be talking about me
Wondering about my life
The people I have met
The places I have been
It's like they have magically seen my future 
It is only a matter of time
They will not soon forget this day
Should I tell them my name?
No, why should I spoil the surprise
This moment will stay in their minds eye
They will tell their children of this day
Of course I will not think of them again
I will walk in new rooms and eyes will turn my direction
They will not be dissapointed
I will let them taste my dreams
They will live their dreams through me
They will want to be me
It is just a matter of time
The whole world will one day chant my name
I look forward to that day
My gift will be their gift
It's just a matter of time

I grew up expecting great things from my Father and instead of doing 
them he lived in his perpetual fantasy World.

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A Hundred Thousand Dreams

Each night you dream in fours or fives
or more, hundreds of dreams a month,
thousands of dreams a year. Yet
you know you've dreamt but a few,
and can scarcely remember those--
where then are the unknown dreams?

Are they hiding in a special place within
your unconscious, that vast part of mind
lying iceberg-like beneath the waves
of the knowing world? Are those dreams
that came alive only in the dark side of
your mind still there, waiting patiently
to be known by your sleeping soul
when it awakens in the real world?

I have lived long enough to have made
over 100,000 of these little home movies--
will I ever get to see them again.

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Lost Memories

Everything I’ve written down
My whole life, my times
Slowly melting away. 
The diary that held my rhymes, 

It’s already disappearing. 
Yes, I’m losing my memories so soon,
And I’m fading. 
Yes, my memories are gone, to the moon. 
I can’t remember you. 

The time passing, the photos in my mind, 
In that diary that held many memories. 
There are people in reality that knows 
Where my heart lies, along with the keys. 

But even without memories to live with, 
The sky will eventually show it’s color relentlessly. 
The sky that tiredly stretches on forever,
It continues to repeat endlessly. 
Will they come back to me? 

Immersed in the memories, 
Of so many ages that passed on,
I found where it remains, the landscape I dream of.
Say good-bye, forever they’ll be gone. 

I’ll finally meet the star that shines brightly, 
Even though I may flee. 
I know that no matter what, 
He’ll still have a connection with me. 

The day is always over, and I believe, 
We’ll meet in another place worth the debt. 
I’ll store those feelings away, 
But I’m afraid to forget. 

On and on, it will shine without any age,
Today I will invoke and go towards the future, no doubt. 
The star will shine brighter than the sky, 
And I’ll follow that route. 

With a new opportunity, I will climb forwards and move on, trying my best. 
I renounce the skies above me, a shimmering blue. 
With a small line like a thread and glittering like the star, it lights my sky. 
I know that the thread, our love, will help us both through. 

With new hopes and a dream to look forward to,
I’ll walk along this path that leads me to a bright future above the stratosphere.
I’ll reach forward and touch your world, your hand as we meet again, 
And we’ll love like before as we grow near. 

With a new opportunity, I will climb forwards and move on, trying my best. 
I renounce the skies above me, a shimmering blue. 
With a small line like a thread and glittering like the star, it lights my sky. 
I know that the thread, our love, will help us both through. 

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Childhood Holiday

Now nearing the end of November
Thanksgiving is nearly hear
And I always begin to get anxious
Of that celebration in late December
A winter solstice coined Christmas
A spirit of charity time of year

I remember being young
Odes and Carol’s and Christianity
With family stockings and ornaments hung
Upon a majestic Pine-needle tree
With a bur-ump-ump bom bom
That God’s grace and generosity
Gives spirit to soul’s unsung
And Santa always magical and believed.

I recall with needles and thread
Stringing cranberries and popcorn into long strands.
Hanging in a spiral draping, on a tree almost dead.

My mother and I took great pride
Decorating our manger scene
Animals to arrange, and hide
To the baby Jesus nativity
Three wise men
Shepard’s and sheep, oxen, even a giraffe,
Our manger was a masterpiece.

Now nature must do her part
To decorate the landscape
And through the window, a Christmas snow now starts.
Giant white flakes begin there descent

Each so unique, so big, so many
Accumulates.  Enough for snow angels in a few,
And in the morning a snow man made for us to groom.
But now through my window, the street lights I view
All the thousands of millions snowflakes
And the bright light they pass through.
Beautiful, full of splendiferous spirit I appreciate.
A white Christmas, for me and my mother, to celebrate

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I Still Love You

I still love you
Buried six foot under
Life no more
Risking my heart
Everything, I have ever known!
Letting you go
Eighteen years of panache and tears
‘Loyalty’ because 

‘I Still Love You’

At a cross roads
Changes of initiation
Giving in, risking all
Trading this pain in
Making my heart whole
Know by saying goodbye
And, letting you go
Know, for an eternity

‘I Still Love You’

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To Dance With Thieves

Those stealers of hearts;
Untrue were some within the waltz,
Wishful toes so carefully stepped on.
So many a fair maiden dipped in deceit.

Twirling their dreams into dizzy confusion,
As they spin a yarn so sweetly in ear.
Those fleeting embraces ending in a song;
Leading damsels across floors with no beginnings.

(this knight of centuries has met these scoundrels on battlefields, 
and was always the one who rode away alive)

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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           by Odin Roark

Layers of love are never lost
Even after a good bath

How long had it been?

A mantle of dust
A bit of sand
Some fish oil residue
“gives special character”
He used to say

So many days now past
Magnifying ants
Imagined horror stints 
Trimming a yolk branch
For slingshot accuracy
Screwdriving Erector Set connections
Gutting deep-lake spinner catches
Leather punching favorite belts
Ah the looking back

Now like new once more
Everything tucked back in
Servitude getting momentary rest
As a hand-me-down’s rebirth 
Awaits new challenges 

It’s peaceful under here
Dark and warm
Haven’t been this clean forever
Kind of eerie
Like narrow canyons awaiting sunrise

Loved being cocooned back in my box
Wrapped in red and white
Yellow ribboned for giving
All set to surprise


His grandson’s pocket-memories will begin
As that’s what Swiss Army Knives are for…
Passing to the next
What makes growing up never ending

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Beyond the nettles,

there is a pond where the water lillies grow
and children weep for their youth,
the silent forces that make the moth
to pebbled thought entombed
in the shifting light of its bed,
and Nowhere is a feeling.

Remember the morning of the bird,
the obscured pane,
where nature died at once, and slowly
even kisses were sharp and revealed
some secret like a moth-wing in a book.

It is here you recall the thing everyone knows,
or pretends to know.

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And I Dreamed

Abandoned at sea,
Tired and forlorn
I collapsed on the beach
The warm sand my pillow.
As the waves tumbled ashore,
I  fell into a troubled sleep.

Sometime that night I dreamed 
Or so I thought.
I watched as Jesus  drew near me 
like a whisper on a breeze
And, gently,  covered me with 
the softest blanket  of
Living Waters.

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What it Means

Love notes posted on laminate 
Revisiting thoughts persistent
Staring at head-lights
Driving through starry nights
Stuck in motion
Longing for some kind of devotion
Sinking memories flood over me
Like a deluge of forbidden fantasies
Rampant voices of love & romance visit me
Like a long lost lover
Rummaging through boxes 
Of old love letters and yellowed photographs
Telegraphing feelings I can't explain
Maybe I've been numb for far too long
Maybe I forgot what it means to give myself away.

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Dad and I dug
for treasure
in the backyard.
My eyes lit up at
the can opener,
it glimmered silver in the earth-
except for the rusty parts.

He made another hole
by the white tree
and I polished off
the rock, that was
so smooth-
except where it was rough.

In the rubble at the bottom,
I found a penny caked in dirt,
so old,
it must have been worth
a fortune.

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Twisted Bliss

Flying up
Higher, higher

Finger tips brushing
The stars
The clouds.

Soaring down
Lower, lower

Nearly slamming 
Into darkness
Into memories.

One moment
Carefree everything perfect

A single breath later
Left with no air

A drug, so powerful, nearly ecstasy  
So sweetly deliberate
Falling blindly 
In love

When the trip sets in
Twisting wonderful bliss
Sending it all crashing 
To nothing

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Less Than A Day

The touch of your whispers has blown through the air
And the wave of summer disappears in the sand
There’s nothing to stop these memories are gone
Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they’ve stopped
Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist
The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist
You picture the east and close her eyes
For the dawn’s a coming in all of our lives
The night’s now bleeding forever it tilts
Circling the orbit no rest from the filth
Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim
And the skies from the ocean will always stand still
The pain from the east has moved to the west
These days are numbered just like the rest
Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away
The whole world has changed in less than a day

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Moments away
from what could have been.
The pain of tomorrow,
the mistakes of the past
can we say goodbye
to those moments?
To let the tears fall
without regrets.
To feel it in your heart
to know you've done your best,
isn't that enough?
Even when it's too cold and you can feel it
the good times
you will go back to
(April 5th, 2012)

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My Thought's of Pearl Harbor

During the time of our sleep
When not even mice would make sounds
The planes they did creep
Hunting their targets like savage hounds
And when they struck
The ground it rumbled
There was no time to duck
As the ships crumbled
Men and women died that day
Which made many families blue
They had awaken the USA
Even though we started World War Two
That day in December 1941
A new strenght had been born

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A moment never fades or is far behind. 
An ex of yesterdays playback in reverse.  
When the feelings hit, they'll knock you down. 
You allow it and take the fall. 
Relentless jabs of the past followed by an uppercut of a sealed memory. 
The final blow strikes the chest, enough for the concussion of the heart to take its course. 
A vulnerable period of reliving events from beginning to end.  
Details of your highs and lows penetrate beyond others comprehension. 
Good times filter through like morphine to ease the pain, 
smile the best is yet to come swiftly and surely. 
Cause in the end-
After this round against the eternal opponent called life; 
she'll continue those classic hits. 
Just roll with the punches from experience. 

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grandma's potato pancakes

grandma's potato pancakes
reminds me of my wooden tennis racket
along with my three wheeler big wheel
drench however many with butter and some warm, 
equally buttery grits and my stomach thanks me for his
sleeping bag warmth and indulgence
there was a time when saturday morning meant something
and professional wrestling was a serious sport though physical theater
merry-go-rounds were at every park and high dives were at every public pool
memories and delectable delights overtake my mind with no resistance or struggle
one radio station was all i needed to get through the day 
ten dollars filled a gas tank and arcades were everywhere
poems were not in my mind but instead was within the atari 2600 of decadence 
the fried chicken plays a rare groove from somewhere, and i realize that i cleaned my plate

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Rained Filled Clouds

Rain filled clouds are what follow me now ,
No sunshine for me these days and smiles are not aloud.
My sight is blurry now and can't listen to what you say,
It was you who has caused this and why I am feeling this way.
Hold on tightly now It has been the ride of my life ,
But somehow it slipped away like a thief in the night .
How did I not see it so plainly writen on the wall,
Never in a million years did I expect to lose it all.
But here I am standing with my back  turned away,
For I can not face the sadness you brought me this day.
Why has this happened to me and just what will I do,
Shell of a man in a life that was suppose to be spent with you.
It's over now and it's all becuase of you 
I just cant see  theres anything you can do .
 Blinded by the love  for you never a  reason to doubt,
So quickly I learned howI will be going without.
 The warmth of a love you brought to me ,
 Now I will live without what was meant to be .
You were always a a part of the world I've grown to know,
Now that your gone the sadnees in my face will forever show.
These cloudy days bring me nothing but pain,
My life forever will be only me standing in the rain.

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I Remember

I Remember. . . ..
          I remember how my insides
          at the brush of your lips
          like a hundred tiny hummingbirds.
          I remember 
          your smell
          the taste of your skin
          delicious and intoxicating.
          I remember
          the contours of your face
          your smile
          and how your mouth
          made me wet with desire.
          But most of all, I remember
          that place in the small of your back
          where my hands would go
          when you held me close.
And I remember then,
          how I loved you.

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Erasing Memories

Of its own volition
the brain erases time,
to rearrange events,
or change truth;

an embarrassing moment,
a misspoken word,
cowardly act,
wrong decision,
missed opportunity,
or lost love.

If you could call back time,
you'd become a sieve,
and filter out
all the pain.

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Remember When

Remember when I met you then
Clouds awash to fill that bar
For you held my heart the instant we passed

Remember when our lips embraced
My heart screamed out to savour your taste
As our bodies melded in that rented room

Remember when we lay in that van
All arms and legs listening to that band
On eighty miles of endless sand

Remember when we swam in that pool
A wedge in the rock to provide us relief
As fish nibbled away on toes and feet

Remember when we camped at Leveque
Our moonlight strolls in nothing but each other
Listening to the waves as we loved one another

I remember when you stepped on that jetty
The sun revealing what was hidden in white
That only I, would see later that night

I remember when you took that call
That would change some part of your beautiful world
That only time can hope to give back

Remember when our son was born
Him trying to suckle whilst given a cuddle
As his mother’s boobs were left in a muddle

Remember when the “Little King” 
Was plucked from your womb with possible palsy 
His little collar broken, among tears so salty

I will forever remember, that the light in your heart
Will forever shine and provide that spark
To a family of boys, and a husband, whose heart you hold

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Korean Commas

What am I to say to you dear sweet Jim
You have chased me away and now I am gone
But what about you broken by your promises
To me it's a sad old song, you've been gone for way to long
I doubt you knew, fondly whispered memories- same old song
For me there is and will be nothing left to do
You could never now complete the man I knew
The words were clear I was left in the shadows now with out you
Same old memories same old you I cried untill heavens turned blue
I am not ready for challenge I will not play the game
I am still hurt from the memories, hiding from the pain
Embarrassed becasue I am left standing here this way
Alone because of a man whose arms I have held so long
Caught burying worries and facing all the blame
But what about you, forgive yourself and start again 
You'll be the same old guy to all of them

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True Reality

Why is it
I am always wrong?
I have always done?
Why is it
I am 
Never good enough
In your eyes
In challenging times?

How many times
Do I have to say
“I love You?”
What will it take
To convince
That mind 
Of yours?

What can I say
That will ease 
This jealousy
You feel towards me
When drinking 
Too much booze
Killing what brain cells
Are left
In that stubborn 
Head of yours!

How long 
Will it take
For you 
To believe in me?
For I know
I am a fool 
Staying here, with you!
Feeling desperate
Lost and lonely
Dreams squashed
Emotionally drained
When ‘we’ need to pull together
In union ship
To make 
This bond strong
Between us!

'Uniting as One’'

'Love Conquering All'

“So, I am told!”

I love you more
Than this
Arguing and fighting!
You refuse to understand
The love I have for you

My head 
Tells me to stay with you
My heart knows
I cannot!
I have asked you 
To be kind to me
I have asked
You to open up 

Your anger and rage
Continues growing
Out of control
Taking over
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 
Burning bridges
Being ruthless
Out for the kill!

I need to break away!
I need to clear my head!
I need to experience
Love and longevity
True togetherness
The one’s I love!
My heart needs to experience
‘Healthy Love’
My heart deserves the best!
You now
Belong in my past
I am no longer the person
You once knew me, to be

Your insecurities
Your inner demons 
Far bigger
Than any of the love
You choose to acknowledge 
Feel from me!

You can believe this 
To be true
If nothing else!

“Love thy self”

Without personal gain
Your Primary Motive!
Know Love 
Be Love, in Action!

Be honest
Have empathy now
I cut these cords
Of emotional bondage
Bind us together 
True Love 
No longer 
Our foundation!

I stand on my own
I have learnt the lessons
You have come to teach
I now know
What love isn't!
“I thank you”
For showing me this!

My illusions of love
Blinding me
Colouring my experiences
Only what 
'I Wanted Us To Be'
‘True Reality’

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Donald McClean

Ducky, thanks for being here
Landmark man,
Thanks for the connection to my past
They need glass and steal
I need familiar things,
Things that mean and things that last
Old friendships, old rivalries in feats
The fragrant mornings
And birds self-satisfied singing
Before the naseberry trees are shaken
Something in those days
Our teeth in the cane stalk tearing
The fish on the spear point dangling
The girls across the fence skipping
The task and chores to idle
In the dreams we had without bridle
Something in those days
Says memory has a deeper purpose than mere recall
Says human bonds are fragile
And yet, and yet, has power over the living breath.
Ducky, friendship is repository, a sterling vault
An ocean in which memory keeps no fault.

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there’s a pain that tugs from the depth of my being

a pain unlike any other

it’s trigerred by the memory of your lips on mine,

how you win me over and over

sweet pain traced by your burning touch,

and the warm gush of wind from your words

dear pain from the memory of your embrace,

and how my existence you have disturbed

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           Memories are like
old clothes that hang in the mind’s 
            closet outdated.

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imbedded in memory

imbedded in memory  

Suns crossing sky   
just before silken slide   
of evening's light into dusk  
are like a string of moons  
skimming an Alaskan winter-  
during the year after her passing.   
As the great glaring orbs  
pull the tides far away   
her spirit sings above  
the green black waters  
as the wind:   
caressing, stroking, sometimes 
knifing the ocean's surface.  
The final day of grief,   
gulls' cries echo into   
sky, as the sun sinks-   
giving birth to a violet   
tinged, pinpricked sky,  
cracked in the corner with   
a sliver of moon- a sky that drapes   
over a fluttering heart,   
his courage flickering like a candle flame:   
the color of dark embraces and the wind   
stirs the long grasses touching his bare   
black legs as he runs from the dunes  
to the sea, a mirror reflecting the white sliver   
of moonshine,   
shattering with shards leaping to the shore   
as he dives in for a night swim-      

His is the only flesh   
not imbedded in memory 

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The Willow Tree

I am
The willow tree
I am joy and I am sorrow
I am unmoving but free
I am what everyone is
But what few people can be

I have lived through many days and many years
And I have gained much wisdom and peace just by listening
I have witnessed much laughter and heartbreak
In the flat, flowering field that I stand in
I have had many children swing and tug on my vines
And have felt love and joy as if they were mine

But just because I am wise and old
Does not mean I am not strong
For many years I have withstood raging rains and wicked winds
Like a concrete wall
With my love of life to help me along

So when my time comes to an end
When my curtain is starting to close
I will be tired and spent
But peaceful and content
With the great knowledge that:

I was
The willow tree
I was joy and I was sorrow
I was unmoving but free
I was what everyone is
But what few people can be
I was alive.

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Dream Talk

My life is a great peace apon me.                                              
but I dream dreams I abhor,                                                           
a great void is inside I see.                                                              
This empties my hearts core,                                                            
gone from before.                                                                        
and I don't know what is the key.                                                      

The voices, yet the voices, in my dreams 
They speak to me and I feel their warmth
I feel their care and business all about me
but I do not understand, I cannot comprehend
It  clamours  in  the  air.  
No sense is there.  
It is not my tongue.  My language is here.
I lie awake and I am lost. 

Beyond I hear my people  all around me. 
I hear them stirring, 
They call from below get up its time.
I am happy, loved and feel their need
but talk from the dreamworld
is calling to me. 
My ignorance of it is a cry.

This land of mine, this land of 19 years
is beautiful. is beautiful
Here I learnt and I have felt the warmth
and the life, my life, all about me

I try to make the dream people
listen and ask them what  this means 
I shout at them but they don't answer me.
they pick me up and gently hold me.
I am frightened.  I am frightened by these loving voices.
I need them to talk to me in my own tongue.
but they don't.

At last  I show my trouble to my family,
They go grave and listen quietly.
My mother watches as I speak  
she calms  me softly gently,  
they hold my hands  
and look at me through tears.
At last they tell me. 

You were not born to us
you came to us when you were four
From a far and troubled land.
And we chose you and it was best
for you that you came and lived here with us 
one day you will go and visit them.

My world in turmoil.

Pocketful of Dreams

Write about the strangest 

dream you ever had. 

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Of Recognition

This path I take
                      So familiar it seems!
Of sweet years past I dream,
Of distant seasons I dwell; But of love---
Of love I miss. Although deprived of a 
Maiden's gift, I bestill my aspirations;
             With passions gone I retrieve my thoughts but fail
             To comprehend; and now I must cater to my wounds
Of empetiness and bleed to the boredom that follows.

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From "Modern Love And Other Poems"

With delighted, overflowed
My fiancé swept away her hair
Over her face; I don’t know if her hair
Is dry or wet; but I just wanted
To see what it so important
For her to be that way with her hair.

With mechanical gestures
She found her hair again.
And with a slowly pace of power
Still her hair drop dead!

Worry does not let her to see that expensive
Drawing was just a singly minded, and she witted
Or twisted it backward.

Somberly, through the sunlight
She did not hold that damned hair for a while.
Again, suddenly, her hands buried into uneasiness fear:
With an useful stupor
Of contentment but everything still the same.

Darling! So much to say... 
I say nothing. Would you look at me!

And her hair is falling dead again.
Up and down, dead, me and her! Dreadful hard
To hid again her expensive face
Dry or wet it does not matter
I still love her.

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Your life when but a youngster
A hard and rocky road
At times a covered wagon
Was the place that you called home
But in years as you grew older
You met the man you loved
You married, bore his children
Together served the Lord

Together with your husband
You shared the Gospel truth
In a little town called Belton
The little church rang tried and true
Outside of church your family
Held dearest to your heart 
Welcomed any visit 
From your kids, their kids, and all

Though sick at times no mention
Because your family you adored
That was indeed the blessing 
God had for you in store 

You left us mid October
A beautiful day in fall
Your death though we expected
Was unprepared by all
Lived a life of service 
To God and family
Now your work was finally done
It was time to see your King

As a child you had nickname 
Which bothered you back then
The kids would call you Boxcar
But only to torment
But I would call you Mammaw
That’s who were to me
In loving memory of Carie
Still missed each passing day

*In loving memory of my great-grandmother Carie Leona Duncan Miller (1917-

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He Gave Me

He gave me,
His darkness, blindness,
Coldness, aging and
Longing never ruthless,
In eleven poems and stanza

Gave me bitterness,
And salty taste
Never erased even by –
"Habiba's Sweets"

Gave me
His bad habits:
Poems without rhyme,
A pen, remember nothing 
But his name, and a few sterile letters

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I Have Felt this Passion Before

I have felt this burning passion before,
when the youthful blood still flowed
within my strong blue veins.
This tingling sensation remind me,
of those unclaimed bottled passion,
Now, I just wish I could run

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Last Days before the Big Surprise

It's very bright
and green here
behind my eyes,
the color of Spring.
I'm used to that
and I live where I loved.

I don't know you.
I've forgotten all
but traces. New dreams
are eating the memories.

Perhaps I lay 
under the pumping sun.
Perhaps I find
old strands of unused
language. Perhaps the
shadow of something
from time and place
surprises me. It's all
new and present.

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High-Reaching Hope Leading Destructive Despair

Being Near
It is impossible to say what Feeling is Stronger
Or just wanting to wrap thou in an embrace for all the comfort that wants to be shown unto thee

This meager attraction that has sprouted dwindles by what you see in another
This case seems to be always present throughout these experiences
A sheer passing of Anxiety courses through when near this conduit of feeling
Of course, even at the Genesis of these feelings it was known what they were
Now, it just grows and threatens to burst at the seams

Ever expanding with every passing memory,
Every possible moment that could take place between the two
Every Glance in this dangerous direction

The Memories
How they haunt and stretch the Hopeful side
Leading to a fantasy that cannot take root in reality
Even if the seed has been planted
The Watering will never occur by both
In the same degree,

The Paranoia is perhaps a more pressing matter
Leaving this dreamer to wonder if their feelings are right in their place
Or just a calamity that is sure to follow these rushing tides of sensations
When your eyes are averted in a more hopeful and dreamy direction
When a more realistic approach is so near

Alas, I find myself in a pattern
Something that has become most vexing
This newfound desire seems much more realistic than the last few
Although, saying that fuels a Hope that should not have, perhaps, ever been allowed to be conceived
With the progression of things these past few moons
That possibility of Hope growing is Becoming More
And More
With it, comes an even greater chance of Despair
That has ever been known 
By this poor stricken soul...

Constructive Criticism is welcomed for this, as well as suggestions that might want to be made.
Please and thank you!(:

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I open again my window
Looking for a person I know
To steal a glance and say hello
Whom I have met few thousand days ago
I did it half of the day
Because to my surprise,
I almost forget
Yesterday, I don’t remember
where are you?
Who are you?
What you do?
What do I want?
What am I doing?
Who am I to you?
And why am I here,
Looking at you…

But today I was so anxious,
Searching your name and remembering everything
To your world I tried to encroached
On my way up to yours,
I was unfortunate to lost my path
Failed to trace the prints of you on the ground
Tonight I scribble letters to find you
Armed with hope and betrayal
Without thinking I write
With my restless soul 
and empty mind
I am reaching you

Today I almost forget
The day that is especial to you
I no longer wait for this as an excuse
To re state my name and shake your hands
Because today I remember to remind myself
That I no longer have the mementos of you
Washed out with new memories 
Of someone you have met

Yesterday was you 	
My unforgotten past
A history that reminds me,
Reminds me that I was with you
Today is still yours but no longer my name
The sound of your heartbeat
Doesn't echo with mine

Those I remember and never forget
For I vividly seen them even in my dreams
But it is you who can’t be freed
from the stillness that you are trapped in
Hoping to forget what had happened
And how it had ended
But how can you stay away
from the memoir that you are hiding
If what is left with you is half of the whole
Because the other half that you tried to leave
Is always tracing its way back into you

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Stand Still

You always said you would be my crying shoulder, but you can't be this tme. It's you that has caused these tears. It isn't your fault. I can't be what you need, but I tried so very hard. I know I can't change your mind now. I have been here though three before, so why should one more be much different. I know you love poetry, and I love you so this is dedicated to you. Maybe one day you will realize that the truth has been in front of you the whole time. You will finally mend the heart of the one who mended your's so many times before. Just to ease your mind, don't worry about me I will be "fine." There isn't anything that can change how things are or how I feel so I guess now we are at a stand still.

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Let's Run To The Lighthouse

Let’s run to the Lighthouse, with the breeze at our backs
To the smell of salt in the air and the sand imprints that we track.
Where the sea is close to watch, with ships passing about
And the innocence of childhood memories, that are always in route.
Let’s run to the Lighthouse before our time will end 
Holding hands on the bank and kissing in the wind.
Making up for lost moments, as we spend it together once more
Our love has no boundaries when opportunity opens the door. 

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the skeleton that was me

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
sweating in the port-a-john 
wondering what went wrong

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
walking the shaky leg walk
to any type of water fountain

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
looking at everything yellow
at the mere attempt the simply sit up

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
living my life in the underwhelming
state of parking lot depression

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
daydreaming as the moon 
shined over my offensive, weary presentation

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
becoming lost as that welcoming 
bowl of hot soup medicinally burned the rust off of my esophagus 

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
thanking him for surviving and adding 
to the autobiographical art that is now Me....

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Babies and Kids Struggles

Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong.
We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song.
When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye.
We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles.
Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size.
It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles.
The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry.
The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered.
They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone.
We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad.
That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad.
The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once.
Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary.
To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle.
They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow.
To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow.
There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts.
They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles.
When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears.
That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears.
Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things.
It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles.
Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are.
Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle. 

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When you were born
I was sure you were 
the most remarkable thing
on the planet
as you grew         I knew it was true
everything    I had experienced     paled
in the light of          who you were
and the     privilege    of knowing you 
an   empty   life became   full
darkness        became    light
no   thing men value         could compare
to what         is you 

How many cries   beneath  those eyes
how much of you will    I ever see
guess you're         a lot like me

I have never celebrated     my body
I never        cried for you 
I shared        nothing 
but you        asked me to 
and I         never asked you 
I told you          no stories
for I cannot       share the pain
as I was          taught
that my outside     should never betray 
my inside
What I feel         I must never show
so that you       would never know
"to be seen          and not heard "
not allowed         to speak any word 

your body is for        service
close your          eyes    and MIND (behave)
I'm sorry my children     that
I gave this              legacy to you
the mother     you never knew
I have so few memories            of kindness
and nearly            none           of love
I have tried          to give    you
all that           I had and 
I don't believe       in myself  that 
it could ever        be enough
I have been      trying all my life
to learn         how to love
I must let you go
to make this         journey yourselves
I would         be privileged
to make this           journey with you
and I really don't     want
you focused            on the past anyway
I want       you        looking for love
and   happiness      cause I'm still
looking for it         too 
but you all         have given 
my happy memories
(and I still think for you they were too few)

Psalm 139
3 For you formed my inward parts;
    you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
    my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
    intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
    the days that were formed for me,
    when as yet there was none of them.

COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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A Beautiful NIghtmare

I screamed your name in the night
Risen from my nightmare 
You lingered in the darkness around me
Taking from me my chance for light 
I tried to forget you, how i tried!
But you stayed with me, unwilling
You haunted my days with memories
So strong I died
I tasted you in the air, in life
I felt you on the breeze
I saw you in every face
And it cuts like a dull knife
How I hated the very mention of you
I wished for your death, for mine
Any escape from this existence
This pain you brought anew
Your presense haunted me
It haunts me still
You are the beast in the shadow
Thats still chasing me
Your touch was my ultimate pain
My one true pleasure
The memory of that passion
Drives me insane
Your lips were liquid fire
Your tongue molten lava
Their revulsion
And my one desire
Your eyes were sapphire lakes
And I was the wind on their surface
The love remembered there
Was too real to be fake
And now here I stand, pretend bold
Haunted by your love
The memory of your touch
And a fire that now grows cold.

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The Widow

Though suffering shadows
my memory never shallows
my husband past memory follows
As his body swallows
through the earth, his house gallows
And forever as widows

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A Cat's Midwife

Knuckles deep in a cat.
The spongy flesh pulses around my fingers
Each time I move inside.

Her stomach undulates
As if it was alive.
Wait-- it is.
I am trembling.

Her pained meows
Offset by the mewlings
Heard from within her.

The first head pokes out,
Slick and red
Staining the scratchy towel underneath.
Then more, four in all,
Pawing clueless about on the reddened fabric.
Their eyes still shut, yet they see the world.

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Oil Man

Oil Man
Japan Daria died for the job he loved. How many of us can say that? Not many. He worked in the petro-chemical industry. His dream career was cut short one awful day. He died inside an 'oil' storage tank, an above ground metallic cylinder. Did he fall in or was he cleaning it? No one knows. His body is still there, in the tank, today. His dear fiancée placed a memorial sign on the tank, Japan's tank. I filled his boots but I don't want to die in them, thank you very much. I've shook his hand. When I open the tap to get fuel, out popped his hand! All preserved and leathery. Such miraculous qualities of oil and fuel. It won't bring him back to life but pauses time. Japan is now my working companion, my buddy. I talk to him. He tells me faster but safe ways to do the job. Will he look over me? Be my guardian angel on the oil site? His spirit ventures with me everywhere. We're inseparable and both love oil. 

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To Have Known

When memories glow like luminous fireflies
And days become another red thread on the horizon
When hope is nothing more than thunder rumbling,
within the heart, contained
A reminder of times, when love was you
and I,was the light that brought comfort and shadows,
to your needs

To what end, do you haunt me so?
A desire to feel once again my feet float endlessly 
or, passionate nights, caused by your mouth's kisses,
as we mingled with stars on the farthest hills
and felt the warmth from soft hands,
when they held tight under the cresent moon
Yes, I've kept your memory close
Like a star crossing the night sky etching a trail,
burned into the eyes
To dissappear in the darkness,
leaving only wishes and a sense of awe
That comes from a shared moment, of perfection

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Night dark and dreadful
Emotions in black and white
Tears blinded my eyes
Flickering celluloid film 
Whirling projector my mind

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Gilded Return

Slowly with unstable steps, she approaches.
The room is dank a foreboding intensity permits the air.
She is shaking as the memories wrap their inky hands around her throat.
The terror starts to build as the anguish she'd managed to lock away becomes unleashed.
It is feral, with fangs and razor sharp claws. 
The beast she'd burned turning into the regret of a monster for all of her sins. 
The room once furnished so lavishly now had boards bared through plaster showing holes allowing vermin and insects to do with the place as they wished.
In her eyes, the room was in it's glory as it had always been. 
The candle wax began to drip onto her hand.
Her eyes now resembled that of a newborn doe's as her eyes fell to a heavy book.
Bound with crisp thick paper and worded with the freshest ink and sharpest quill.
The satin was superb in all of it's glossy onyx nature, her home.
One step after another, fragile feet glide over the floor, rustling of pristine skirts.
Her breath became heavy and idly half of her mind wondered if she was suffocating.
All too soon it seemed she was standing before the book, hardly did her eyes stray,
yet memory served her well as the old oak table was exactly the same to her as before.

He haunted her in every aspect within her life.
All she held dear was slowly crumbling until insanity threatened to become a reality.
What was her old lover's memories attempting to provoke within her?
Anger? Surely not she only dwelt with remorse and regret for wasting precious time.
Heedless of her warnings to her own mind she could not run from the chocolate of his eyes.
Nor could she handle being bombarded with guilt at every smile that slipped over her features.
If only he could see her now, he would relish her miserable exsistance.
Death was a mask wedged deeply into her very cells and she accepted it.
This last dream had become her undoing it would appear, for here she was.
For every good memory and ghastly deed she had locked within this book.
A memento of her exsistance for she feared being forgotten when the earth reclaimed her essence.

With loving fingers and velvety skin she caressed the spine of the book.
With a bitter sweet smile she took the slightest corner of the tome and eased it open.
Immediatly musk and a definate spice bombarded her senses in a pleasing array.
The nearly unrecognizable strings of words no doubt made sense for any with mind enough to carry a magnifying glass of sorts.
Sitting with a sigh she spoke quietly.

I am Home.

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The cheating sin

She comes home to a silent room
Waiting for the greeting that she yearned to hear each day
Instead the noise that met her ear
Was of the most surprise to her
It was moaning and a groaning
And something she has never heard
She walked around to see what it was
In her mind she already knew
There he was and there she was
staring in each others eyes
Caught in the mist of the action
That just ruined both of their lives
She ran out so fast but didn't know where to go 
But her mind was way ahead
She put the car in reverse and skidded down the street
Before he ever could reach the door
She never talked to him again
But her heart wanted to each day
He cheated and she couldn't believe it
That was the end of their days
Years went by and she is trying to forget
But the pain keeps seeping back in
So uncontrollable, so unfathomable
She just wanted to the pain to end
Slowly and surely she drank away every hurt in her body
Till the night she drove herself off that cliff
Into the water that remained below
She did it  because her heart couldn't be mended 
Nor fixed of all the pain
He will never get to see her face
But will always remember her pain

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Random Thoughts

He wrote poems, 
Little bridges,
Broken lifelines.

Distance, like darkness
Drained the heart,
Despite the crying,
That no one heard,
Dreaming, replacement
Denials, escapement,
Confusion all around,
Until the final shutdown.

She loved orchids,
And the full moon,
Those were her windows.

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Memories don’t become forgotten, just distant
They pop up from time to time just so you can miss them
So you can get stuck in that moment for another time
They’ll always be a reason a memory stayed on your mind

If it was something you didn’t want to recollect
It would have been the one you did all you could to forget
Sometimes you look at a picture because the photo never changed
Even though the relationship will never be the same 

We all from time to time like to reminisce
Rebecca I recall how I never thought I’d feel pain again when we kissed
Oh how I was wrong
Even though we didn’t work, the memories will never be gone

Sometimes I thought certain pain would be the end of me
Now I look back after overcoming it with fond memories
Of how far I’ve came
So I’m not worried about the scars I’ve gained

Memories of the past because I came from it
My favourite memory “and solskjaer has won it”
I guess my favourite memory would have to be, to do with football
But I have some I don’t wish to recall

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Celina, you must be earth by now

Celina, you must be thorough earth by now,
Decomposed matter:
Food for plump plants and heavy earth worms.

We still gather, as we used to gather 
Together, the water lily tubers 
-nymphae petersiana- by their laboratory
Name but ‘Nyika’ as you used to know them

You will turn Celina, in your grave. Churn
With rage, Celina,
When you get this that they now gather the
Nyika together with us, and even Khumbi. 
And they now even trek with us to Thawalala, 
Malemia, Marka, 
Chindebvu, Chimombo, 
Nyachilenda, Nyamisale, Nyamadzele
Dinde and Ndamela.
Those same tapped legs Celina, 
No longer hallowed, but even barefooted; 
The feet burrow into the scorching sand.
Those same lips Celina, no longer speak 
Serendipitous sacrilege to us. But together we sing
The same songs, 
Celina that had us hiding and running.

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In Memoriam

The last note in the song of your life has been sung
but its sweet melody still echoes in my soul
and each new break of day displays the brilliance
of your exquisite smile with gentle rays of gold.
Your soft touch can be felt in petals of flowers
and the music of nature rings with your laughter.
Though there are times when sadness and heartache rule,
and  challenges seem more difficult and tougher
I know that only time, not distance, separates,
and in the quiet moments of a fast-fleeting life
the sweet memory of you brings contentment great.

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Lost Memory

                                           Lost Memory

our one connection to the past
where would we be without it
no experiences or teaching to learn from
what a dismal person we would be

alone in a sea of darkness
no hint of who we are or where we have been
no friends to call on for comfort
only unknown faces to search and view

a telephone's no use to us
a computer's a useless toy
we can talk forever about today 
but not a hint of yesterday

no kids to call us mom or dad
our old classmates, we don't know at all
our spouses are very strange to us
so often we just sit and stare

we don't know how to drive a car
make toast or fry an egg
we are lost in a fog of nothingness
that's all that we can do

no future is in store for us
our path is set  for sure
until the end, we smile and grin
and wait and wait and wait

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Thought Two

The Past will never be back
it is irrelevant if the lessons learned can not be applied
the only people from the Past that are not ghosts
are the ones who still care, who never really left;
the rest, should be let go of our hearts

We represent what the Past made of us
plus our collection of dreams and expectations
the Present becomes the Past after one second
but what is solid and truthful, remains always as Present
the Future is the Present one second later

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Everyday they are made
Through our thoughts they invade
Some are good
Some are bad
Some will stay
While some will fade

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At First Youre Here

At first you’re here, now you’re not here.
You’re on a time schedule, I see you every so and so.
Its the same reoccurring, non-assuring facade of
emotion; logic’s evil twin wrapped in sugar whispering sweet
All the while stirring up episodic dreams:
When it is good, time is ignored.
When it is bad, time is watched.
Acceptance sets in.
Just as quick as it came, fate claims
its name again. And the good and bad become olden times.
I hit rewind 
At first you’re here

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To the day when person left or died

We are often feeling 
A sweet memories
Of a people we have meet
And would never forget

Thous days when we were together
Under sunny day
Crying out laughter
And dreams field with flowers
It is like it would be forever

Every human will experience
The feeling of loneliness
They would look behind to their past
To the day when person left or died.

(Think of this poem as a song of life cycle)

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The very first time i saw her
Looking stunning and radiant like summer flowers
Her sweet smell would make jasmine and lavender green with envy
With a pretty smile that would make the heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly the unthinkable happened......i panicked
Could this paragon of beauty ever love me?
What if i expressed my desire and she said no?
What if she got angry and never spoke to me again?
When all the while I was suffering in silence making crazy excuses 
she was truly in love and waiting for me to ask.

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In Difference

The love is the risk-
     It is the love that makes us risk
Beyond sound and reason, all care we tempt
Baiting with hook and tangled lear
Knowing gravely it will end
Yet resistant, resilient, rebellious to force it
To do all we can to coerce it
To prove somehow that we are worth it
Yet it sikes you out, plays tricks with the heart
Makes sense than fails sense and creates doubtless dark
In an instant all faith is lost
Yet over and over again we risk it
Applying danger to that which wisely could have been prevented
     Because we needed to know and feel that we existed
Just once and to someone who seemed different.

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Pulse of my Heart

Darkened were the nights
Oh were they cold
You had left me
Such a very long time ago
I cannot forget
The way you caressed my flesh
So tender, so loving
Alas! It is missed
The way we would sway
Barely licked by the flames of the bonfire
I could have stayed like that forever
Oh dear traveler where have you gone?
I know you warned you would leave
But yet my heart swelled with hope
What a retched thing now
For now I am broke
Your honey voice broke down my soul
You never gathered up the pieces
Now they lay cold
On the floor where you left them
Oh so many nights ago
I still look on the horizon
Praying for a glimpse of your face
On certain nights
I can feel your warmth
As if you were there
I fall to my knees
Whisper my pleads
Maybe you can hear
No matter the time that passes
I cannot forget the man
He revived my soul
Pulse of my heart
Stole my trust
Alas! For the traveler took so much more……..
I will wait for him forever on the moor.

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five days ride

laying in a five days ride
time concealing more than wishes
"clean like the stains on burgundy dishes"
remember the moment you forgot it all
keeping it september like you remembered it all

we saw the world and lost everything
time is brutal, consider the trust
"irony itself was a weapon of coarse"
but do you remember the moment you forgot it all
keeping it september like you remembered it all

were going no where babe
and tomorrows pretty much the same
sleeping in a bag damaged lullaby's
laying on mercury sheets
trying to make the memory a melody
at a time to be wanted was a felony in hand
and peace resembled a fairytale untold
i'm going to finish this life and head into the next
like a moment rumored for dying head lights
we were just dimming to be precise
i'll see you when you get there
gray and old
young and beautiful
the past is right where it belongs
the last man to put "i love you" in a song

"time exposed us all but we just kept moving on" 

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The house now quiet, the family gone.
She looked down into her hands resting on the table top
There lay the  remnants of her life.
The scars and pains of another time
The mark of the cut made on her palm
from the baby food tin when she was thirty.
Her bitten nails torn and ragged.
She smiled at the little pains and pleasure there.

There on the back of her hand a little blood 
from a careless scratch from her youngest's new dog.
The knuckles swollen  and painful.
from the years Splitting fish at the fish plant.
How many fish had she reduced to food?
Was it now the other side of the ledger, the fish seeking pay.

Hints of psoriasis on the backs of her hands 
The worry of  that, all that, all her life. 
The first diagnosis when she was seven.
the pain and shame of it as a girl and woman.
Oh how she used to cover herself.
How she wanted to be beautiful for him.

The black ink stains from her leaky pen 
on her writing fingers.
They told of all the lists that she had made 
of food and household stuff.
 And, she paused, the poems too 
Her poems, how they pour from her, 
and completed her, filled her
with aches and delights.

she smiled gently then at 
the smell of the gentle cream
 that she put on her hands today
after she had washed her 
oldest daughters newest baby.

The rings that marked her love, 
she heard him in another part of the house.  
The engagement ring received
the day she went to his bed.
the wedding ring she saw 
the day they married. 
Should she have worn white.
That day it rained and rained
and she was so happy.
forty years since those raindrops
and that ring had been made

She looked deeply at her hands
and could not see the tears that had fallen there
Tears for her first baby gone
tears for the worry and fears of a good life

He came into the room 
and walking by He touched her.
never a word said as he went on into another room.
She raised her head and watched him
and smiled deeply at his back.
She was happy.

Paddi march 15 Dec 2013.
#6 visual
Sorry its too long but it wanted to be longer than 22 lines. 
so I expect it to be Disqualified but I wrote it for  your  "with these hands"
So, anyway, thank you for the idea, I am pleased with what your prompt produced.

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Fragment of a Memory

Robert Sturgill

Separated by an ocean
the breath of the clouds overhead
brings the cold of a winter night


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Memorys of You and I

I remember the first time our eyes
met.  A cheerful exchange of our
love confession led to the magic
of love making, and fire filled eyes.
I recall the very way your body 
moved as you blended your soul
into mine.  We cascaded down the 
bed in a true experience of savage
harmony.  Never in our lives had 
we imagined such a beautiful act
could stop time in its tracks, and render
speechless mouths behind dirty minds.
I remember the first time you said you
loved me.  As i returned the remark,
I concluded that never again would
truer words be spoken.
I remember when you graced my life
with a true reason to hold on.
I remember the love.
I live this memory everyday.
Everyday and night.


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The Aging Prophetess

February 5, 2014

His words echo through the mouthpiece.
His voice squeaks like a tot,
but she knows he’s a robust young man.
Isn’t he? 
Is she confused again?
What day is it? What time? What day again?
Bodies move in slow motion.
They did not used to be that way.
Things were different,
More beautiful, spun on the loom,
and quilted with indifference.
That’s why it’s better now,
Or is she peering into the future again?
She gets so confused.

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Lonely Is Okay Too

Maybe You'll Come Back
Maybe You Won't
That's Cool
Lonely Is Okay Too 

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We were always looking at tomorrow
when we should have been watching today.
It's hard to see how much we missed,
someone's love
someone's tears.
Looking only to the future,
we missed it all.
These precious memories
left behind
to become ashes of the past,
never knowing
how much we needed them to stay sane.

The smile that's lacking
I want to see it,
I need to see it,
why can't I see it?
Desperate for something real,
grasping onto a fake reality.
Living in a fantasy world
where everything will be okay.
(May 2nd, 2012)

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A Forgotten Future in my Past

I say,
you were the phantom,
in my naive childhood imagination.
But now I say,
you are the mirage,
I behold from the window pane 
of my adult's mind.
Now I shall say, 
you shall be,
a forgotten future in my past.

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Born on the Goldhawk Road Two

My unusual physical appearance 
Was enhanced by a striking thinness, 
And enormous long-lashed blue eyes. 
Less charmingly, I was also the kind of 
Deliberately malicious little hooligan
Who'd remove some periodical 
From a neighbour's letter-box
And then mutilate it before reposting it.
The sixties' famed social and sexual revolution 
Was well under way, and yet for all that, 
Seminal Pop groups such as the Searchers
And the Dave Clark Five;
Even the Fab Four themselves, 
Were quaintly wholesome figures.
And in comparison to what was to come,
They surely fitted in well 
In a long vanished England 
Of Norman Wisdom pictures; 
And the well-spoken presenters 
Of the BBC Home Service,
Light Service and World Service, 
Of coppers and tanners 
And ten bob notes; 
And jolly shopkeepers 
And window cleaners.
At least that's how I see it, 
Looking back at it all
From almost half a century later.

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Once Here Now Dead

Once here
Now dead & gone
“What am I known for, this time round?”
I exist only as a memory now
A memory that fades, over time
“Who will remember me, when I am gone?”

No one knew me
Yet people will say they knew me, so well!
A laugh, how often people think “they are experts”
Yet, really
Know nothing at all!

“How well did you know the inside of me?”
For, if I was to ask...
“What is my favourite colour?”
Or, “what’s my favourite song?”
I listen for answers...none come

“What’s my favourite food to eat?”
Complete silence...
I could hear a pin drop!
“Do these questions fall upon deaf ears?”
For I ask...

“Who truly knew me?”
“What am I known for?”
“Who will remember me?”
When I am dead & gone

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 How strange it is, parts of our minds hang about in youthful stasis enclosed in these ole, aging bodies, wrinkled like elephant skin. Like poems, forgotten, hidden in compartments of an old roll-top desk. These long held memories open many small drawers replete with remnants of long ago dreams ensconced in the crevices of yesterday’s warm moments. Joyful recollections cuddle comfortably in the recesses of my mind.

 I pull out a folded piece of yellowed, brittle paper and read weathered, faded lines written decades ago, but they’re still fresh, as a field of Texas Bluebonnets dancing in the hot breeze in the month of May.
 Reminiscing about those long lost sunny days brings back the warmth when the furnace is down, as today, making my ole bones creak and crack between yawns of sluggish denials. This house feels like an ice cave and holds no good memories. With the furnace on the blink, I go outside into the freezing cold, scarf wound round my neck, wheelchair bound to the library to warm up.
 A sharp, sudden wind hits my face and a remembrance of yesterday’s bitter breezes coming off the bay stuns me. Forgetting the cold, I reach into the archives of my memory again and find fragile pages with heartfelt words, but they don’t bring back the sunrises of my yesterdays. The words only bring tears of regret for the many years that came and went as quickly as my youth. 

 Expectations of a happy future are folly now as
time is not on my side nor 
a friend I can count on.

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faced with this beginning

in its own way
it is many ways
that shine
like your eyes
seem to shine 

only to me

when the threads are lit and burning
when the blaze around your head dies down 
you will see 
that you are free again

the road opening up amid the ashes

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The Old Songs Play Themselves

Some heard as his mother 
stood over ironing in the 1947
summer of Hatboro, Pa.. 
Some of the songs
in black and white
Saturday evening television circles. 
Some later, songs of folksy pretension.  
The songs persist 
anchors of memory, 
like the crystaline 
seeds of clouds, 
matrons of tribes.

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“Are you falling in love with her..?”

But there he looked onward, without a single way of direction
With logical reasoning behind him, he could not fathom the thought
It was as if something so absurd had lied down in front of him
From a hidden spot he never knew to look, 
The weight of the glass pulled him down
Like his thoughts.

She was rare in all her peculiarities 
Made up of every kind of purity known to man
She was everything and nothing all at once
A representation of all that he lacked, no matter the article
She made him decent, and in return he made her happy

His arm reached only for her
“Help me lose my mind” 
he uttered looking into her eyes in order to catch the despair 
Suddenly caught short of breath
The little bit of liqueur pestered him, like the voice
He thought to himself, 
There was only one pleading argument to if she’d ever say adieu
“I’m so much better when you’re around”
The words echoed in the back of his mind

Home never had an address, but a path
Where ever she set foot
He saw her spinning from the corner of his eyes
Free and alive 
But, she always held him
With all that she could
As if she was his only genuine believer.

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Memories Whisper To Me

Lips grazing my cheek
Blowing sweetly in ear
Smiles talking without speaking
Beauty in mind's motion pictures

There plain as day
In summer cotton dress
Dancing across that meadow
Twirling into my arms

Graced by such loveliness
Your perfume still fresh
Filling my longing senses
Embraced by everything you

Thanks to faithful reminisce
You never completely left
This man isn't alone
Love's true promise kept

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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I Will Never Know

I Will Never Know

I am just an old man
Living my life
More memories behind me
Fewer dreams before me
I have done things that seemed right
Things that I would never do again
Making love in forbidden ways
I remember every moment
Taste every flavor
Smell the wide variety of scents
Every sensation
All etched in my thoughts
Still my mind's eye is blind
It cannot see what I remember
Time has passed without mercy
Taking remnants of my life with it
The imagery has long since gone
I go on living without a past
Trying to resurrect a memory
A memory that my life has denied me
Maybe a memory I was not meant remember
My mind's eye is blind
I will never know because it cannot see
Or maybe it will not see
I will never know

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A picture is worth a thousand words
That's what is said
But what about a memory
How many words is that worth
We may have tons of pictures
But we have a lot more memories
Those memories allow us
Allow us to remember what the person was like
Pictures just show us what they looked like
Pictures don't show how caring and sweet one person might be
Or how dreadfully horrid another might be
A memory can stay with us forever
But a picture can easily be destroyed
A picture is worth a thousand words
But a memory is worth much more

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Boy Scout

I cry at Chain Bridge
in my third year as a tenderfoot.
It's the same thing,
when father takes his time
showing up and the earth
gapes all the way to chaos.
It's when the money runs out
and the business fails.
The scouts all laugh
as they stand near their
neat packs with all their
plans piled beside them.
I am 13 in the dangerous
age of sissies. 
I wonder what 
the crying does.

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The Monkey

“Rescue” the call was sounded
Not three feet away
Yet none stirred
Giants, Knights and Dragons to a man
Stood and stared at the platform above
Where the only treasure lay

Up sprang the monkey
Spikes on his feet
Ascended the ladder of no rungs
To rescue the treasure
Precise and fast
No fear knew he, or bounds

Resting briefly atop the ladder
The cheer went up


Up the monkey
Up you climb
Bring back the treasure of yore

The walkway was narrow
And treacherous
The monkey moved unhindered
With the grace of a chimapanze
He covered the ground
And eventually found
He was where he wanted to be

So scaling the parapet
To the treasure
Flat metal was all around
Thinner than ice
Not at all nice
He lay on his belly to crawl

And crawl he did
Inch by inch
As the ground creaked
The shouts resonated
Through the ground
As he stretched a gloved paw


Cursing his luck
The treasure moved away
The monkey resolved
And reached again


Sweating now
Ready for the final stretch
Stretching further


He floated the treasure down on the wind
Grinning with success
The monkey returned
To glowing faces


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Murmuring Memories

Water means some memories 
Some sweet and some bitter 
Without any stoppage which flow 
Murmuring like a gust of wind 
For a moment if I close my eyes 
I sink into an unfathomable deep of time 
In the stream of an ocean hissing me up around 
In the middle of multitudes I never ever felt 
Like an autumnal fallen foliage ,floated away . 

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Point of view

The old man sits on a bench in 
the late afternoon sun 
his walker nearby,
his little dog, 

the last day of summer
they watch the line up of trucks 
coming to retrieve their
boats from the water
as the sun crawls
towards the sea

Like the tide, 
the same people who 
lined up in the morning to launch their boats,
now line up in the afternoon to retrieve them 

Someone says to the old man, 
they must truly love their boats

The old man replies, 
once, I loved my boat
I remember being on the water in the sun,
breathing the sea air, feeling the wind
and the spray of the water on my face,
feeling the force of the waves, 
the pull on the heart to the open sea

Feeling the anticipation
of the day, the chance of it all,
the good and the bad;
dry feet or wet clothes,
an empty net,
or a full belly

And the freedom
Oh, the freedom
I haven't been on a boat in so long,
that I can't even remember 
when it was, son 

I miss it so, but I'm happy
just that I loved it once

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How Lovely

How lovely, isn't
It, to have an 'off' switch, shotty wiring
And all,
And a presence lined up to ****?

They are always there
To cauterize the wounds of emotional castration
Without desire to examine
The blood pattern forensics,
Chalking the splatter up
To an affinity towards Jackson Polluck. 

Tears are to the meek
As injury is to the bold,
Chastity is to pureness
As promiscuity is to curiosity.
And what
Supplemented activity relates to the character
Defect of an over-eager search for validation?

How surreal a menagerie constructed from
Syringes full of sunshine.
Currency crusted by blood in place of worth,
Hopeful scribbles of the pale and placid carrying
Small flecks of over packed bags under the eye
Can seem when sunlight filters through rose colored lenses;
How frighteningly apparent
Connect-the-dot freckles and
Spasms of the left cheek and 
Teddy bear smiles and
Xylophone ribs and
Bits of skin ghosted from lips become
When refracted by a Narcissus pond—

How I m p o r t a n t,

How appropriate these sentiments:
Perfect companions for the rolled-up-carpet's journey
Of finding permanence along river bottom
Set into the silt and framed with waving algae:

A'voir, piggyback consistencies,
Meet oblivion in shreds
Blown out the back end of the skull
In the instant chapped lip worshiper meets collarbone shrine.

Such ready to leech services are no longer
A necessity
In the four hours of chemically enhanced rawness
Stuffed with bile and bruise and suck and lie
Hollowed of meaning,
Save for the proverbial cholesterol of hope clogged in pores.

But I awake in numbness,
Cold and invalid,
With my head pressed on Doubt's chest
And my fingers knotting in its own
Begging to be warm again.

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I Think of You Coming Home

I try not to dwell on your absence.
but I am conveyed by romance
to reminisce of the times we shared.

It's painful to re-live our happy hours
and to only think of them as memories,
just specks of time and illusions that

impeccably portrays a happy life.
I wonder the moment you will be back
as a stronger man and a smarter man.

During the absence you are away, you
are trained and taught as a better man,
as a fighter and as a healer for our nation.

And though over time you may change
while we are parted away,
I pray that your heart and spirit stays

the same and that our love remains.
These nights, all I do when I lay alone
is think of you coming home.

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Musical Notes 1

Unsatisfied with this history lesson
turn for the worse
stuck on the skyway again
with recurring dreams
of a shaggy three-headed orchestra
do you remember?
from whose foaming mania
we deciphered regal symphonies
and ghost written autobiographies
while lamenting the inevitable fall
of those sonic philosopher kings
who crawled from the moss laden architecture
of the new old republic
murmuring dream commands
to the coolest nerds on the block
like those mild-mannered maniacs
who captured a New York pier
as Verdi cried beneath nameless silhouettes
of eager open windows
I was there
do you remember?
for the magnificent arrival
of a disintegrating memory
recalled only upon realization
that we left a perfectly good century unfinished

By Art Wright

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Trail of regrets

Times spent most unwisely, unkindly
are each marked on this journey of ours
with a cairn of regret; small reminders 
strewn by our souls like rancid breadcrumbs, 
untouched, even by the hungriest of birds 
not to stain the past, but to steer the present
and with hope, to sweeten the future

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Ultima Thule by Jimmy Boom Semtex

ISBN: 978-1-326-14210-0

from my new book under my pen name

Living in a world of memories. I remember our holidays in the Lake District in my auntie's cottage. Going to mountain warplane crashes, visiting the lakes, climbing real mountains and seeing quaint villages and towns. 
Driving there in my dad's Avenger and later on, his Lada. Seeing RAF jets fly low in the valleys. For a while, thinking I'd do that one day. Eating Kendal Mint Cake, hard on the teeth, great on the gut! Give me some more.
Collecting all manner of stones; pebbles off St Bee's beach, minerals from Goldscope mines, slate from Whinlatter quarry and a dozen other things from the Mother Earth. Was this where my love of the natural world started?
Those meaningful 70s and 80s holidays faded into my youth. My 20s, 30s and early 40s passed. Decades stealing my memories, eroding their sharpness. But not taking the feeling in my heart. One day I will day return.

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I can't take this
I want him back
Let me have him back
You can't handle me anymore
Forgive me for what I'm about to do
I'm solving my problems
This is the only way
Cry for my memory
I can only think of him
Read this and know I've gone to him
Bury me beside him
Forgive me for what I've done
I will forever be with him
Forever our love will grow
I take my life to be with him
But I will miss you
I don't regret meeting you
You were with me till his end
But you gave up on him
You let his memory die
I kept it alive for me
Now he's gone and so am I
Forgive me but this is the only way
I leave this unforgiving world
Please don't let my memory be forgotten
Remember me

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I have seen this world before

I have seen this world,
The signs around us 
That gives direction to the quickest
Way down the dark road of destruction
Ignorance has disrupted the connection
Of our optic fibers 
So many of us can’t see
That we are surrounded
By the frequencies, subliminally.
I’ve heard the starving children
Cry at night, I’ve witnessed the Black Hand 
On the black trigger aimed 
At his black brother across the street, 
I’ve smelled the hatred of the fictitiously equated
Rose of justice that grew 
From the concrete foundation 
This nation was built on.
I’ve touched the bodies of those
Crippled by decades of shame
So they lay on dark roads
Scratching in dirt to find destiny
Not realizing their digging their
Own graves:

But the same force that drives me to believe
In fairytales, and happy endings, and prince charming, 
That I need the air I breathe  
Is my mustard seed?
Although I never been and it’s unseen 
Can’t mean it doesn’t exist.
Sometimes I staring out the window pane, 
My mind wonders tagging my soul along
To a place in time that knows no pain
Where queens are similar to Sheba, 
Kings reminiscent of Tut, 
Things that is brighter than the sun.
Our sons no longer in manacles
Only bound by chains draped
Upon their chest
Just below raised chins and elongated necks
The earth is no longer green
But black, she bears her naked skin unashamed
And her womb
Bears the time capsule to our future.
Third worlds, black on black violence,
And AIDS are only
Found on tombstones
Above graves that have buried the past.
I am here 
To reclaim our kingdoms.
But one day we will all live in this place
No longer will tolerate
Living on the brink:

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Searching the crowd

My life was simple
Until I held the door
For one man, and nothing more
A simple thank you would have been enough
But I turned around 

In a split second
My life turned upside down
For a man I don’t know
And never knew

Pale white skin
Dark brown eyes

I lusted
I sinned
I swore I’d never do it again

You came 
We talked
Blah blah blah
My nerves settled in
Palms sweating, eyes meeting
Talk felt like vomit

A name; all I knew
Then I kept seeing you
We locked eyes and stared
Anxious; you told me to calm

But you had plans,
And I was stuck
Still stuck; this is what I am.

So I made my decision,
To look at you like a stranger
For I knew
What I’d do to a man like you

My looks deceiving
My body hiding secrets
Bearing a child
Covered in scars
Hidden away; a partner patiently waiting

At night I look to the man in the bed,
Never wanting to be myself again
Lusting for a man I never knew

You stopped and stared
Searching the crowd promptly at noon
I looked back, never daring to say a word
For I knew what I would get myself into

My heart aching and beating
Watching and waiting,
While you stood patiently

Ignore you, I could not do
I just glared
And the eyes were returned

But I didn’t stand my ground
I was stuck.
And this I swore not to do to you

While he plans 
And I stay awake, wishing for more talks

Talks we shared, now I can only rehearse
Lying wide awake in my bed
Thinking of a smile and tattoos

Since those days
I have looked for my exit
My way out

And his eyes once more
To be given a second chance
But he is gone

Never to see this man again,
Stuck in my regret,
I am stuck.

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Soul's husk

Glimpses of the remnants…
Like brief reflections in a window:
the haunting image a revelation;
a sudden chill in your reality

Those eyes staring back are not your own.
Cold truth veiled beyond stained glass eyes:
You have journeyed over a wasteland,
all purpose now but a mirage.
By instinct you steadily crawled forth
until oblivion inevitably consumed you.

You are but the shadow that escaped.
You are only the phantom
by whom my hands are stained red.
Your whispers exist only in my dreams.
You are not real… You. Are. Not. Real…

Can I find footprints long erased
by the scorch of time?
Can the soft, deceptive moonlight 
return what was stolen
from my soul’s husk? 

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She Didn't Need Diamonds

Always said the sparkle was in my eyes.
It was all she ever would want to have;
How could I not love one such as her?
She was beauty walking towards me.

Embraced in a paradise no man could simply imagine;
It had to be felt and that I can hardly express,
For how does one describe a living breathing angel?
I just flew with her for as long as God permitted.

(In memory of my lovely wife, my dearest sweet Rebecca)

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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Chasing One's Shadow

Time flies in a blink of an eye fluttered high to memory lane A sudden glimpse and then I sigh those residue from the past pain eating you alive, sucking you dry from insides up to the brain Each strand is a touch by linger emanating trains full of thoughts which draws denial plus anger poured in the cauldron of mere quotes Calm lights rekindled deep within resonating its evil twin a cloak for sanity to sheath like quicksand drowning deep beneath Ended up meeting the same fate that once tried to pull you over against that vortex of pure hate filled the city,scorching ember I do want to break free, but how? these cuffs bound for eternity A formidable enemy cast by your very own shadow being chased away in the down low the question is, will you allow?

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From nowhere, hands emerge. 
Each one of them 
touches my naked body,
a soft kissing fog,
a ghost touch:
my face, around my eyes, inside my mouth, arms, back, chest, 
between my legs, then down, wrapping around, following muscles 
from attachment through mass to attachment, toes and fingers 
pulled and rolled, the soles of my feet and palms pressed deeply.

I don’t want them to leave, 
but they do, 
backing off like they tightened, 
returning to somewhere,
leaving my body warmed, touched, cared for.

Whose hands were they? 
I don’t know. 
I don’t care.
All I do care about is being deeply touched. 
Not necessarily love, 
just touch 
and care 
and awareness.

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Oh dear heart alive!
Will you free me from this circular prison?
The everlasting soul
In her corner with no hand to hold
All the motions resume
And the virtue of men remain unresolved
Wandering through the poet's art.
Green is still green under the sky's unfaltering blue.
If only her hands were smooth
Then life wouldn't be so cruel.

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It hurts so much more than death,
We feel it in every breath.

So many bruises and tears,
Why should we be spared from nightmares?

You're asking why this happens, why we live,
Us, who should have died, we're captive,

This is what it means to regret,
To feel such pain we'll never forget.

When the sacred is torn from your life,
And you survive, it stabs like a knife.

There's so much bitterness in tomorrow,
Want to let the hatred numb our sorrow.

But the walls of pain will open slowly,
And one day you will can be free.

If hope is born of suffering,
Then this is only the beginning.

This is what is wake every morning,
Yet still feel night, feel ceaseless aching.

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Musical Notes 2

If this is me inside this aquarium of sorts
what is this sea of fish eyes on the outside?
trying too hard to catch their gaze
I bumped the microphone stand
and with spastic, startling reflex
saved it from crashing
and held it aloft triumphantly 
like a choreographed gag
like a fly rod with a whopper
like Poseidon’s trident 
to the amazement and pleasure of all
and seizing the moment
returned to the lyric’s passion in perfect time
(nothing more to see here)
and they… 
to their schools of indifferent chatter
and the submarine clanging of glass
only to drain out onto the street
owning less than what they had brought
and leaving me dripping...
with stupid, soggy thought

By Art Wright

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A memory forgone.
A memory of long ago.
A once in a while smile as my day goes on.
Every moment longing to and fro.
As the morning rises and the day dose yet set I can see it as if it were yet here.
Uneasy as I go on further away from my memory.
Is  it a lose or a gain as I strain to hear?
How I yearn so for the days of no hurry.
I know too whence I need be, yet I reminisce  of things forgone.
A kiss like the morning dew on a rose.
A memory and a treasure buried in my heart as if a throng.
How I missed you even before the sun arose.

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Our Memories

Memories that ; 
Behind glass windows /on the door sill, 
those carved in the wall,
that emerged in the shadows...
Which has been Whimpers in the way of the cemetery, 
that abandoned on the banks of the streets
and those that are stuck in my footstep
and that laid on clotheslines
and also...
What slip from the head accidentally

All these memories...
I know it will return; 
as it was not eaten from rust.  

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Forgot to Run

Lost and never found
She lays there beaten and bound
Tears are long dried
Rejected and denied
Her heart damned to hell
Her screams silent as well
Left alone
Bleeding out
Her helpless soul
Lost all breath to scream
Silent without a need
Growing cold with every breath
Losing sight
Its time for death
Gave up
Lost her way
Her thoughts
They never stay
Now cold
Frozen and numb
Growing old
Time has come
Mind fading
Forgot to run.....

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Wicked Cahoots

When he made
his first personal appearance
in the dirty alley
on someone else's rusty bike,
screaming along
in a cloud of dust
it rendered us all
speechless and motionless.
But I was amazed
that despite his grey-faced surliness,
he was very affable with us...
the bully with a naive 
and sentimental heart.
He was so happy
to hear that I liked his dad
or that my mum liked him
and he was welcome
to come to tea
with us at five twenty five...
Our "adventures" were spectacular:
chasing after other bikesters,
screaming at the top 
of our lungs
into blocks of flats
and then running
as our echoed waves of terror
blended with incoherent threats...
"I'll call the Police, I'll..."
Wicked cahoots.

("Wicked Cahoots" and "The Woodville Hall Soul Boys" stem from stories written in the late 1970s; while they first saw the light of day in versified form in 2006.)

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Waiting on That Call

If only I could kiss u as many times as I shed a tear last night.
I wish i were older. I wish people would  realize we are just two lonely kids trying to find a way in this world. I hope when the time comes for us to meet again we don't regret a thing. We will work out perfect we won't have to make anyone happy but ourselves. But for now, goodbye. I hope your life is as fun and amazing as you have made my life these past few months. I hope your successful, and I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I do. I hope you are happy in everything you do. Anyone who is yours is really lucky. Just know that when you need me to keep our promise, to find and fall back in love with each other, I'm where I always said I would be, waiting on that call, and on that day my life will be complete.

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Reflex Theory

The body draws from 
memory and shifts
its full weight unto the day.
I draw you close to me 
to such a proximity through
unnamed memories as if 
were yesterday.

I draw you at a distance
through memories that 
have become subtitled 

                                                                  The day is full of this balance.
My body is drawing from memory.

The full day is heavy in its totality
but these unnamed memories are
weightless—an unfinished count
of eyelashes
86,440/sec of weightless day.
1440/mins---weightless words telling 
stories in the 1st person;
I was you.

The balance is
A shift in either direction
and it will swallow me

I draw on your memory 
through the weight of the day.

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Death's Kiss

I wait for the only looming possibility.
We watch as what is ours
fall apart gradually in its hands.

Fading and thinning hair,
weight of memories,
toothless smiles,
increasing wrinkles,
weakened spirits,
I wait, you wait, 
for the impending sign, death.

Smelling of slightly misty rain, 
the breeze of innocence,
we try to resist it,
holding onto that wispy hair of mundane,
until we have no more spark,
and can only linger,
for that is inevitable, 

Slightly cold and wet,
memories slowly disappear,
hair grows luxuriant and rich,
wrinkles are unraveled out,
and it all flourish under its hand,
the hand of an undeniable presence, 

Memories disappear,
pain, joy, sorrow, and life are all drained.
We enjoy a moment's felicity,
full of innocence and awe,
youth's endowment and bane,
as the world changes,
becoming captivating once more,
but only for a moment, a bittersweet moment.

It swiftly dissipates into thin air,
and we fall into a dark pocket of nihility,
we crash into threads of an imminent, death.

Into twilight and isolation,
we can still think and hope,
about that bittersweet flashback,
but that moment's bliss became torture,
because it could never be retained, held onto.

The cost of a bittersweet memory,
was longing and emptiness,
as we ache for the past,
vacant and drained reminders,
and finally, accept the uncertain and certainty,


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Tears for Reflections Past

It happened fast, like a camera flash
Next I know she tip toes across my heart strings
She dances across it
Brief like mistletoe, awkward like middle school
Steppin on toes, her laugh turns hollow
Simple tune and my fears prove true
As the Celestial turns Demonic
And I rip
The stars from the sky for ammunition
Another part of my childhood turns victim
Another grave stone to mark a failed expectation
I scream in the memories
I shed tears for reflections past
Another smile built as an ashtray
Another shot and my sight goes amber
I was once the glass menagerie staring through the looking glass
Pressure cooked and shattered, eyes turned to broken glass
All I see are nightmares and faded dreams
As I hide in sleep simply to reminisce
As I saunter through my scar garden

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Addict or Attic?
Same difference.
Both stay high.
Both store happiness.
One burns it.  One hordes it.
Both gather more.
Both lock the door so no one
can see the mess they've become.
Hiding in the room behind
memories, a dusty fog of what life
used to be, could be and is.
Eventually they both die.
One had too much.  One could never get enough.
Both self-destruct.

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Years Have Languished

I never stole a book that I didn't return.
The fresh clean scent of olive branches
reaches me from the Mediterranean--
	only in memory,
	only in books.

If I were in a hurry
	I too would jaywalk,
but the years have languished 
	while I ran.

There are words everywhere:
	the cracks in the sidewalk,
	the bonsai bush,
	the fire engine,
I will not impede the red lights,
flashing and rushing like a whore
	to a false lover.

Down at the refuge
the bitterns are absent;
	they flew to a better clime
while winter held its grip:
	slipping, slipping.

The cold finds a way to seep
even into the cozy abandoned nest.
The people are crying:
	Go here!
	Go there!
Like peddlers shouting their wares.

The urgency is pressing
	ever pressing
down into the swampland.
I rave on, more and more fractured,
	more disjointed
	by the hour.

The eagle's words carry prey
to feed the nests of our young.
Cars are hurling down the street
	like hailstorms.
They damage even the toughest ego.
They challenge the unprepared.

Years have languished,
	almost random,
	but I return again.

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Memories Of My Life

Ever remembered
Places where the sun still shines
Without my shadow
Oh how I do miss them

These wonderful dear people
Without whom so many special moments
Would never have occurred
Lasting visions frozen in time's echo

Countless tears shed in sorrow
In laughter
And in compassion
Those streams that I have swum

Father's hug so gentle
Yet solid as rock
Mother's caress supremely comforting
Beyond most vivid imagination

So many friends I have made
And some that I have lost
For now
Still soon we will be together

Billions of potential friends
Yet so few ticks of the clock
Siblings so very close
Now so far away

Past loves endlessly lingering
In almost forgotten kiss
Too many things left unsaid
So much I would like to say

Believing that the end
Is my real beginning
And days I have never known
I'll never truly miss

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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Poem For My Grandfather

Our time together was the best
You were the father I never had
I looked up to you 
And you never once let me down. 
Remember when we grew that apple tree?
That was the best summer ever
We made that bench too.
We never could decide on the color
I wanted red and you wanted blue
Its still where we left it.
The last time you were able to go out 
and enjoy the air.
Then you got sick 
and I never once doubted 
that you would get better
Only you didn't
You were getting worse 
until you started slipping away
Away from me 
Away from life
And I cried and cried
Hoping, praying, begging god to make you better
But he didnt
On your last day 
The phone rang
And I knew
I couldnt answer it
Instead I broke down
The day after your funeral I painted our bench
Blue, just like you wanted.

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In my head,
The mental pictures flow,
Strange images you couldn't comprehend.

Fragmented into thousands,
I search to gather them all,
But i cannot seem to piece them together.

Its just  like corrupt data,
In a computers memory,
But it cannot be forgotten in a click.

I can only look forward,
To add new pictures,
That might not be corrupted.

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In Memory of Izzy Bee

	Please don’t cry Mommy,
I’m in Heaven above.
I wanted you to know,
I look down at you with love.
	Jesus needed another angel,
So I answered His call,
I want you to know I’m still in your hearts,
It’s like I never left at all.
	When you hear a gentle laugh,
Or see a bright eyed smile,
You can remember,
You’ll see me in a while.
	I touched the hearts of many,
I continue to touch them still,
When I was on earth,
I tried to do God’s will.
	Now I’m up in Heaven,
But I’ll see you once again,
Hopefully this battle,
Is something you will win.

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My heart is 104 degrees

There are five missed phone calls from you.
One voice message.
You've even tried to mail me a letter.
Desperation suits you, makes you kinder.
You keep trying to inch your way back in,
thinking you'll find a little shade here,
somewhere cool to rest your head.
But you have picked so much at my roots,
the earth is now dry and barren.
And even if I cried a thousand tears,
baby, these are still drought-like conditions.
Nothing can grow here

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You found me –
Wandering through your thoughts
Tending to your memories of me
As the old gardener tends his prized flowers

And you smiled -
Your eyes got a little sparkle in them
You felt a warm blush inside

There I stood -
Just as I was the last time you saw me
And you clasped your arms around yourself
Breathing in deeply – remembering my scent

You felt the comfort of my love
And you missed that
It was a better time for both of us

So, there you have kept me
For all these years
Tending to your memories of me
As the old gardener tends his prized flowers.

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X Marks the Spot

Written: by Tom Wright January 2015 My memory, Is a site inhabited By a few shallow graves, For no painful matter have I interred, That Satan doesn’t periodically excavate it. He’s like an aging dog, digging up old bones Even when I displace to another location, He shows up marking an x on the spot Give me the person with burning desire, And you can have the one with talent. Tom

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Dirty Kiss

 The door slammed behind me and she grabbed me
Pulled me into her kiss
Hard and fast
Our lips met and so did our noses

I remember thinking
Under the flash of pain
Behind the sudden wash of tears
Within the gush of blood down my lips and chin

"This is sooo not how it looks in the movies" 

We kissed anyway.

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A time for rest,
a time for enjoyment,
in order to keep our mind at peace,
we venture out,
in search for something quite special indeed,
these are known as memories,
in order to keep these memories as lively as possible,
we tend to travel afar,
finding a number of ways to preserve these,
especially the good ones though,
but elaborating on a number of these would exceed the pages indeed,
so keeping in short,
the travel to the Himalayas,
is what I can think of,
the elegance and the beauty of the place , 
keeps on registering in my mind from time to time,
how I wish to spend my time in there,
but a voice calls me back,
for it’s not yet time to rest in here!!

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A vision

A figment of my imagination
 White summer dress
Her hair waving in the wind
 Thundering of my heart
Is it the waves pounding on the shore
A shy smile I see
 As she looks at me
Dancing on the sand
 Daring me to come close
The shines through her delicate dress
Her smile turns to laughter
 I join her dance
Her scent the fragrance of Jasmine
 A feeling I once knew
Hand in hand we walk down the beach

Just my imagination

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My Old Barn

I love my old barn because it brings back memories galore...
I started playing there before I knew what memories were for.

The barn was there before I came to be...
And great grandparents preserved it so their descendants could see.

Good times, bad times, it's seen them all...
Winter and summer and the harvest in the fall.

Each nail, each board and the bird nests too...
There is a time honored tradition in an old barn like you.

I love my old barn because it keeps my feet on the ground...
I even get excited when it creeks and moans and makes it's mournful sound.

There is a spiritual connection one finds there...
And a heart full of prayer fills the air.


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The Things You Say to Me

the things you say to me.

they’re almost vulgar, yet they inspire me.
how do you make me feel?

you touched my chin
i didn’t know how to react.

smoke clouds and words
the best combination.
i can tell you’re a good person
by the way you notice me.

did you let your fingers linger on mine?
or am i just high

euphoria is what they call it

not falling, just treading smoke
keeping up
allowing my smile to unfold at

the things you say to me.

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Hold On

Not every day is a perfect day,
not every moment worth remembering.
Let them fall away into the void.
For the ones that are magnificent,
hold on to them and smile,
knowing those are meant to be remembered.
Those are the memories that will 
turn the next bad moment or imperfect day 
around for the better.

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Memories on Branches

Remember when we held on it on the rain
Walking hand and hand,
suddenly we feel the pain
The silence of your eyes floating through the air
The sound of winter gasps on the sleeping leaves
And this pain inside I feel it won’t go away

Autumn has come,
The trees and their branches
bare against the wind
and the falling leaves landed on my hand
and this beauty brings back
the love you had gave to me
A love that had covered by the lonely leaf

It is spring again, standing beneath the cherry blossoms
Yearning for a painful sweetness
For our love that blooms in every leaf
and in every flower of spring
But how you had to say goodbye
Under the meadows of spring
And sending your messages
beneath the wings of butterflies.

Summer breeze blow freshness and beauty
I could smell the air, the burst leaves
Growing on the trees
A wonderful feeling that moves in me
This feeling seems like yesterday
That had faded under the sunset of April
Summer of love that melts under a light of sunshine
Tears were warm, burning to my soul

March 24, 2014
Cheryl M. Aldea

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Sleep Is But A Tease

Sleep is but a tease
To the guilty mind.
A temporary escape.
But is it worth it to wake up
To disappointment every morning?
Maybe that is why my eyes 
Refuse to close.
Maybe that is why my thoughts
Cease to slow.
Reality has me in a vice grip.
The undead reach out to me.
Laying here
With an open stare.
Demons approach
From everywhere.
Still I cannot fall asleep.
A hopeless escape
From reality.
Just one more bag of bones
To rattle me awake.
If only I could make it
To my knees to pray.
And find a way to redeem my sins.
And rid myself of these evil trends.
If only I could take a break
And find a temporary escape
For sleep is but a tease 
To the guilty mind.

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And it Was Good

I still remember you.

No matter how far I get,
halfway across the world or not;
whether or not it's been two whole years,
two long years where so very much has changed;
doesn't make a lick of difference.
Damn, I still remember us.

Just last week, on a day
when the rain fell on our group
as we examined relics of the past,
a little of my own shone through
as I described to a fellow
our first kiss.

He talked about how he liked rainy days,
because when they came around 
he used to go to his girl
with flowers and watch movies,
and it was great.

This reminded me, gloriously,
of how, on a day much like that,
when the rain made anything possible
and you glowed;
how we went in my front yard to stand beneath it.

And how you hopped, skipped, and danced,
seemingly on the wet air,
laughing lightly as you did -
how, then, I simply had to have a kiss from you,
and it was magic.

Just a few days ago, I examined my life,
and how my parents are proud of me.
They've been for some time, and it's only grown now,
with my job and the distance.

In that, I thought of what my father sacrificed,
for my brothers and me,
part of the reason I've walked the path I have.

This reminded me, wistfully,
of a time when he knew I despaired,
over being suddenly bereft of you -
and he took me for a drive.

He let me vent, let me discuss you;
let me show him with words
some of the memories that to this day
dance behind my eyes.

He let me talk about how down I was,
first discovered my poetry;
half of it, at that time, about you.
He let me go on and on, and gave his advice,
and it was great.

You see, even where I am now,
even though it's been so long;
even though I've been over this for some time -
even though I swore I wouldn't do it again;
I still remember us.

I still feel connected.

It's infinitely different now,
and feels more like an old friend
with some special caveats
and very special memories,
than any yearning for us again.

You and I;
hard to describe.

It was short-lived, but hard-hitting;
like the raging tempest that passes
faster than breath, faster than thought -

All I hope is one day, for something so wondrous
to exist once more, for each of us;
whoever it ends up being.

Don't mistake my intentions -
this isn't a letter of longing for a love, a life long lost.
It's just a letter.

A letter remembering what you may or may not,
what I do;
what has passed.

It was good.

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All we talk about
is death. We see it
on TV as casual as
sports. It's

empty death, non-heros
suddenly vanished from the script.
We don't live with histories,
only empty-eyed stories.

We say goodbye with
one-syllable whistles
and finger flicks. Blood
is a decoration

that entertains us with
seriousness. We know
how goodbye is a joke
we needn't really tell.

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Immortal Memories

Many times I have tried
to forget you and move on,
but by mind has refused to
let go of your melodious beauty

When I close my eyes in the white
sands near the ocean, I see you
walking barefoot and gracefully
in the tropical breeze

When I go to meditate in the garden,
I see you resting on clean, green grass,
with a red rose decorating your beautiful,
long hair

When I look up in the sky,
I see a cloud imitating your perfect,
slender face, and the cloud-face
appearing as though it's staring at me

When I look at your picture,
I feel your gentle heart-beat,
though you are far away

The more I try to erase memories
of you, the more intense
beautiful memories of you fly back
to me, like a boomerang!

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And Even If

Walking into the bookstore with my mind as heavy as a drooping satellite,

I look up at a cafe timeline of the famous thinkers who split mind

and matter apart and onto a piece of paper, and I am granted with the pleasure of 

enjoying my first silent movie. My steps follow forward, and my eyes capture each

author’s life story portrait by portrait. 

And then I bump into her.

It takes me an entire ten seconds to realize it has taken me ten years

to realize what tough love really feels like. I rub my shoulder, look up,

and immediately I forget what time my heart told me it was.

And even if I only stare into your colors for three seconds, and I stand fixated

to the sticky floor since my frappuchino splashed

across my feet, the magic of a planet's rotation, atmosphere, and gravity has set

my satellite on a course to love again. 

And to believe that it is until just now that I remember that I forgot to ask, "How are you?"

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The Cut

I almost learned to forget you;
your hands, like ghosts
landing upon the
landscape of my body.
Your kisses, like bombs
that when thrown
were flung directly in between
my thighs.
Your words, like hope,
Like home.
I was learning to store it away,
like learning to ignore
the wind.
But I opened up a vein again.
I thought I'd find you there.
And what I found were
memories, like mistakes,
like scars that
just refuse to

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the ear rings
a roomful of
cut the air
enough to
slice you up
or down with
out speaking
is loud

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“remember checkers?”
she looked out the
car window, he
nodded, and
for a moment saw
the great roots by
the gymnasium that must
have been there for centuries.
There was a particular root
the kids would use as a chair
that must have been as big
as the two when they held
each other. 

He remembered checkers,
wondering what that 
had to to with 
Massachusetts. He
saw the root again, 
and the board balanced on it
carefully. They used 
the red squares and, 
she always knocked the board
over before anyone could win.

knowing that she remember the 
root, he asked if they did any
additions to the gym. knowing
what he meant, she lied, 
shaking her head

the dark horizon was disrupted
by a red car. he saw the root
as she went inside from recess, and
he stayed behind 
to pick up the pieces.

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It ticks , ticks , ticks like a clock
          I am nine and I know
it demands something 
          but what ? am I suppose to rush to do ?
It sits on the piano
     and demands my attention
but my attention has long since gone elsewhere
          at three I would have listened
          my fingers would have danced to its beat
but I'm now nine and the time
         that has demanded my attention
has been filled with distance , distrust
     abuse , and the insistence of law
do this , don't do that , don't talk
     don't run , just walk
absolutely absolutely DON'T TALK
          at three I heard the music
                    at nine music no longer exists
in my life , only for those who could hear it 
in my life the tick tick tick
     means far more than rhythm
it means if I don't get this something 
done RIGHT NOW I can expect something
                   very unpleasant 
Here that tick means time 
          and what must "get" accomplished
no rhythm and it's glorious dance 
          a poetry of tones
          a dance of resonance 
like the clear ripples in a pond
and one note , one stone  , can move
          everything in it's path
But life here is one solid stone wall
          unmovable , cold , stone
nothing I know at this age 
          can transform stone
          into a resonating energy
that can complete the cosmos I live in
          So , yes I had one recital 
and rejected the metronomes influence
          timing may be everything
But I am human
          and I must account for it
                at my own speed

Nov 2014 C Michael Miller
Poetry of Providence

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                                        Stumbling over first steps 
                                        We memorize our keepers.
                                        Limbs stretch in growing years
                                        Needs mixed, with hopeful want
                                        And wisdom searched for gain. 

                                        Accept me, I am a new person
                                        Teach me everything you know.
                                        Please answer all my whys?
                                        Soon life demands reason from me
                                        And disappointments hurt so much.

                                        Mind and body, pushed to endeavour
                                        Leave wide margins for my errors.
                                        Truth from bright eyed children
                                        Or travellers of the worn road
                                        Hurry, spends our middle years.

                                        Race the clock, a better car
                                        Buy another, bridge the loan.
                                        Tired and worn to ask again why?  
                                        We drift away, from answers
                                        On the silent steps
                                        Of yesterday.

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Bitter Journey Home

Chewing garlic in the evening
	helps a sore throat.
Garlic will not kill a rat.
The sun kills,
	shining against the eye;
it is both friend and enemy.

There is enmity between
	the sun and man.
Beams dance by the window sill
	and sparkle like rain
	against old wood.
The old man leaves the house
	and returns to his grave,
	sick with scorn.

His grizzled hair and foul breath
	blows like a trumpet.
He prays to the sun god,
	but receives no answer,
	only a bitter taste
	of resignation.

A rat crosses his path like some demon.
He throws a front kick,
	then totters,
	tripping on a vine
	as he moves along.
The vine is a snake of green and brown,
	twisted, gnarled 
	like a calloused palm.

Soon he must head home.
It is evening and the day is dimming
	like a short wick.
The old man is dim of mind and feeble.
His limbs carry many wounds
	like thorns.
Surely sleep will restore his memory.
Surely he will find his way home.

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for a special friend on my mind

there are dice rolling in my head
it does not matter what numbers 
are face up, emitted from the
nucleus is a poem just for you
special you are in ways that make
the sun hesitant when it comes to
clocking out to let the moon take over
there is a softness in the air so rare to
the mind that it exceeds explanation and
rises above mint condition....please do not
doubt that value of your worth and please do
not underestimate the precious delight of your means more to me than you 
will ever begin to comprehend....and even though 
i am but a microscopic part of your life....the jovial
tonality of your makes me feel grand like a careless, 
smiling insomniac with no sense for worldly movements

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The memories still haunt me
Memories on the walls
Memories fill the halls
From the love in bed
To the end of it all
Baby you have torn me apart
From the promises you've made
To the mess you made
Why did you leave me with all
these heart breaking memories?
Making me fall when there
was no intentions of 
catching me.....
I guess this was your plan all along..
To leave all of these 

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Best Memories Ever

I saw today on 
someone's Facebook wall
that they were making
the best memories ever
and while I understand the sentiment
I am unsure that it is a wise
statement to make.

What brings you joy today
may bring you misery
403 days from now

as in the excitement 
and nervousness of a first kiss
contrasted with the 
recollection of another kiss somewhere down the line
and coming with it
the realization that it was the last.

So, I think, 
a wiser statement would be 
I am making memories today.

After all a memory made 
will always be a memory 
unless, of course, it is forgotten.

Which begs the question.

Does a memory made 
and then forgotten
even constitute a 
memory at all?

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My Brunette Queen

My Brunette Queen
Standing tall
A Harlequin
She'll never fall

A never-ending serenade
A long awaited downfall
An angel that the gods have made
She might get me through it all

A perfect illusion
Though visible by all
A perfect situation
But no happiness by Fall

And though all this she left me
A cold tear in the present
As perfect as it may be
She still had me resent

Maybe she was scared
Or never cared at all
Or maybe she never dared
To love anyone at all

But through all of this hastle
Though darkness may befall
My Brunette Queen is standing still
A short girl, but I see her tall.


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Insane Foe

Let we contrive and
the vow,
To follow treaties
of steadfast go,
Fetch up this
ruthless game of
And devastate this
insane foe,
So-called love and
its grove,
To get rid of the
To root out this
evil grows,
To end all from head
to toe,
To begin a journey
in straight row,
Of the unending pain
and woe,
No more prisoner and
Of the love and
So no one is able to
And not even to
think or trow,
And we begin to
To live alone steady
and slow,
Live happily, free
as ocean flow,
Pray this happens
We live alone so it
may how,
A land free from
pain and blow! ! ! !

7 September 2013
1355 HRS Shorkot
M. Shahid H.
Chouhdry © ®

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