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One love

It don't matter to me who your higher power is
To me we are all equal, we are all ONE
I see no colour, no faith, no culture nor background
Follow who you wish, but to me we are all ONE
Woman or man, boy or girl or somewhere in between
If you love a man or love a woman, we are all ONE
I don't care for the car you drive or your occupation
Eat in which ever restaurant, but we are all ONE
We come from the same place and one day we will return
Where ever that may be, but we are all ONE
Ignorant you maybe, but I have nothing but love for you
Let love be your guide, because we are all ONE
Bob Marley said it best 'one love, one heart',
Man, woman, boy and girl sing it out loud, so all can hear
ONE love, ONE heart,
Let love bring us all together and live as ONE

One contest by Rob Carmack
Inspired by Bob Marley's song one love
7 September 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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My Song

~Not Like Me~ 

When you were first put into my arms, 
I begged God, to make you nothing like me 
For my sins, ask for no transformation 
This is my song, my meditation 

Look at my face 
Where has it gone, 
You no longer desire to be part of my song 

Look at my life, 
The toll hasn't been paid 
I'm the one suffering every day 

The vengeance of eternal flames, 
   sit near the empty hearth 
Burning my needs to hold you once more, 
I need you more than you'll ever know 

Now, Look at me, at the age of 73 
I have nowhere to go 
Everyone I know awaits in a place of gold 
Unlike you, you're too busy, proud and bold 
------ A different song!!! 

I sing a song, that accentuate's the mind, 
I have no one to blame, I neglected all the signs 
Hoping the rain would slowly die off 

Today here I lay, wondering where I went wrong 
I implored God, to cause you nothing like me 
I have a heart that forgives, and tries to forget 
I kneel, and I give, and I treat others with respect 
My compassion, I measured in the poorest way 

I judged my life worse than the others did 
Why did I ask ---- Not Like Me! 
For my sins, ask for no translation 
This is my song, my speculation 

The dreaded conclusion of this song, 
All I can say, "Be careful what you ask for." 
In the end, all I can say, I got what I asked for 
Someone, who's Not Like Me...................... 

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Love Song

Your melody rocks me to sleep each night with thoughts of candy floss clouds floating aimlessly on by ice cold lemonade for two chilling our summertime heat as I picnic in the shadows of your mind In my morning when I wake my heart beats and I whistle along to the tune of the songbirds I skip and I twirl under the apple blossoms as the sun greets me with her smile I can't help but daydream the sea breeze brushes your blushed cheek blowing your long flowing hazel hair 'cross your face wishing away worries setting off dreams of me my silhouette up on the dune gazing back at you humming a lover's tune two lost souls running to meet hearts race lips embrace another lover's song again you rock me to sleep

Copyright © Tim Smith

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- Love Painting -


  The way I feel, each day the bright sun would shine
  Your beauty extends into the heavens
  Together, we can live life to the fullest
  Two hearts are beating, strong and true

     Your touch paints the Heavens
     The fulfillment of my dreams
     I Can't Describe
     It is ... the way I feel
     It is ... the way I feel 

  I never knew about love and bliss
  You light up everything for me
  Make the world give us a little more time
  With our hearts bonded and melted

     Your touch paints the Heavens
     The fulfillment of my dreams
     I Can't Describe
     It is ... the way I feel
     It is ... the way I feel  

  There’s no easy answer for this marvelous feeling
  We humans always a need for fire and heat
  Together we're blessed with a perfect match
  A future where you and I always would strive side by side

     Your touch paints the Heavens
     The fulfillment of my dreams
     I Can't Describe
     It is ... the way I feel
     It is ... the way I feel  

 27.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
 Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen

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Mermaid's Milk: a collaboration with the still dashing David Williams

The moss clung tightly; making it unbearable to breathe, 
and she sealed her lips tighter than a clam’s— not letting the pain take over

As the stars drift silently, like ships on a lost sea of darkness,
she whispers to Hope: 
“Swim free and look for the horizon, then come back to me...”

The night; collected on the leaves, 
       drops fell like Mermaid’s milk onto an already moist floor
Striking the shimmering tearful medium, 
         it gives birth to a shower of graceful pearls as the dawn awaits


I hear your voice drift upon a cool ocean breeze; 
              gilded words of adoration 
I glide towards it, praying that it guides me, 
          strengthens me, 
                nurtures me 
  like Mermaid’s milk

Touch as I might, my senses are in-different to please, my voice mute!
Be my Siren’s song and sing for me, serenade my senses back to life...

With an inquisitive tongue, I taste an almost scentless flower 
It is but a wisp, a whisper, a flick of a ray of sunshine, but it was There.

So much is lost. 
    The rivulets of time, hear me, see me, like a ghostly apparition...
Capture me in that moment by lovingly painting me. 
Sing me a song while you do, 
            and let the Mermaid’s milk flow again.

Thank you David, for waiting ever so patiently for my long overdue part-- 
it was a very nice challenge for me to write this :) 
Thank you very much for the inspiring lines...

Copyright © binibining P.iNk

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The Song of Aphrodite

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 August 5, 2010

Copyright © binibining P.iNk

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A Christmas Snow

Snowy splendor of white fluffy freshly fallen snow blanketing everything that 
Gets in its way, sparkling like glitter from the illumination descending light
Of the stars, moon, and lights of the street lamp.

Snowman all a glitter in the front yard, with its black top hat, a scarf around its neck,
An orange carrot nose, greeting all visitors. 
Snow settled on the spindly tree branches glisten like arms with finger
The homes lit up with different colored Christmas lights on eaves for the holiday spirit, 
A candle lit in the window a beacon for those that are traveling,
A warm welcoming to friends to come in and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate, 
Wrapped in a warm quilt, enjoying Christmas stories 
And sit around the inviting fireplace.

A fresh cut blue spruce sits by the window decorated with delicate old glass 
Ornaments handed down, candy canes, toys, children’s handmade ornaments, 
an a star to light up the top of the tree, wrapped with strings of popcorn and 
cranberry garland, homemade cookies and cakes scenting the air

Carolers out in the chill of the winter night, all warm in stocking hats, wool 
Mittens, snow boots, and warm coats singing, 
Deck The Halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. 
Warming people’s hearts 

It’s the most wonderful time of the year

By Eve Roper 12/09/2014

Copyright © Eve Roper

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Write a Song of Freedom

a pocketful of rice
a handful of millet
a roll of the dice

put it in a tin can
wrap it up with tape
tie on a wooden spoon
to shake it for a price


Copyright © Christine Ueri

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Heart Song on a Milk Carton. (reposted)

Wont you find me here?
  Drifting in an expanse of swirling storm
Outstreched fingers graze debris...
         recklessly circling reminders. 
  Stand in the eye with me
 Lick our wounds rebounding
Warriors victoriously smiting circumstance
  leaving wolves discouraged  
    disparaging darkness with insane glee
 Walk here and find me
   Reach out think here

You create me and I construct you
  Piece me in missing places
   Mending voids delicate and knowing
 I slay inherited growths of insecurity
  Stating truths untold to your beautiful ears
               Know this warmth....
    Let these branches sprawl 
       grow in all directions to withstand walls closing in
  A grand old tree would remain...generations of our eyes
    taking glance from limbs strong and true

You crush my cycle--end it's existence
  I'll destroy your boundary...kill it's constriction
Our tower stronger and rooted
  Yet with loftier cloud grazing height
     lets disorient ourselves in this foreign altitude
                Touch this sky with me


Copyright © Steve Voorhees

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Your My Morning Song

Your eyes flame of fascination 
and I feel unworthy to be looked upon
by a goddess.  Then your lips twirl as your voice 
begins to play “Good Morning.” A beloved song, always  composing 
a smile to my mornings and reminding me that I’m truly blessed.  
After the record fades we lay comfortably in its evanescence.
Awaiting nothing, simply lost in the presence of love.  My fingers leisurely 
trace tender curves and turns of God’s greatest works as your warmth welcomes
me closer.  Your hands blindly search for mine and the fissures are filled as our hands 
fasten. Then your voice begins to play, “I Love You” and I repeat trying my best to
stay in tune.  We whisper acapella as our bodies begin to compose a beat through passion.
A tenor soprano duo at its best. You’re my favorite song.

Copyright © james faulkner

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Sometimes Heartbroken

Sometimes Heartbroken

I know I still love you
After all that you’ve done
You tell me different lies
Than you told everyone

I try to deny
The pain that’s built up inside
Though, even when I smile
My heart starts to divide

Sometimes heartbroken
Now that I finally realize
The words that you’ve spoken
Were really all lies

Sometimes Heartbroken
I’m dying inside
And I can’t seem to get over you
No matter how hard I tried

Now every time I see you
I feel emptiness in my heart
But then I remember
How you deceived me from the start

Even then I had a feeling
That this may never last
But I can’t help thinking
About throwing away that past

Sometimes heartbroken
Now that I finally realize
The words that you’ve spoken
Were really all lies

Sometimes Heartbroken
I’m dying inside
And I can’t seem to get over you
No matter how hard I tried

So tell me why
You had to lie to me
You may have tricked everyone around you
But you were the one who just couldn’t see

Sometimes heartbroken
Now that I finally realize
The words that you’ve spoken
Were really all lies

Sometimes Heartbroken
I’m dying inside
And I can’t seem to get over you
No matter how hard I tried

Sometimes Heartbroken
As I look back on this
I find that I’m no longer broken
As these words pass my lips

Sometimes Heartbroken

Copyright © Chelsea Selag

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Do You have a Song?

When Whitman said
make your life a song,
had he spoken to old whalers?
Did they tell him of nights becalmed
on a pacific salty sea,
when no sound of lapping waves,
or rope stressed wood,
could interfere with the silence in the hold?
Did they tell of a time beyond sleep
long after the oil lamps were shut down?
When the silence of the briny deep
was broken by the eerie songs of whales,
oozing through the wooden walls.
Did they know, then, what they heard,
or did they talk in hushed tones
as ancient seamen did,
of harpies and sirens and
devils of the deep.
Did some say, "Those are our prey."
and recognize the song
and even familiar melodies and laments
from earlier seasons spent
plying these same seas.
Short songs and long songs,
and new songs built upon old songs,
pod songs and fractal songs,
and interminable songs of pain
and love songs that can be heard
by those who hear
from one edge of the basin
of the sea, under to the other edge.
Do you have a song?
Have you worked on it each season?
Is it short and repetitious
or have you worked to improve its sound
each turning of the moon?
Is it deep and subtle?
Does it provoke a laugh?
Would I recognize it far away
on a dark and briny night?
Would you mind if I wove my song
in and out of yours?
Do you have a song?

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos

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A Lover's entrée to March

How far can you fall and get back up 
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand 

To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow

A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint 
Smoke your waves 
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent 
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense 

I’ll send 
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply

If love 
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again

You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind 
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den

You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply 

"our songs for sale"

Copyright © Jerry Golden

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Music For You P.S. (adult content)

Music comforts the soul, cures that restless spirit.
       Some songs will make you crank up the volume so everyone can hear it....
Music can alter moods, and talk to you.
       Some songs have the remedy for what you're going through....
Music is good medicine for a broken heart,
       and yet some songs can turn around and tear it apart....Music has brought people all 
around the world together;
       And some melodies will keep playing on forever....
Music adds to the intensity of making love.
       Fuels that fire, you can't seem to get enough of....
Music makes me sad, glad, happy and mad.
       Some songs make me pick up a pen and pad....
Music makes me wanna pull a woman close, kiss her nose, remove her clothes, 
       suck her toes,
       And with Janet Jackson still singing "That's the Way Love Goes;" 
       Me and her make our own music video until her sweet nectar overflows!!!!!

Note: To my fav. soupers, I don't know your preferred genre of music and sometimes age 
plays a huge role in a persons tastes in music.  Since I don't know everyone's age, I'm going 
by gut feeling and the personalities I read on my comments and my soupmail.  If you guys 
download music;  I've written one song for the following people.  A song from me to you, so 
to speak. Be open minded and listen to the whole song.  Enjoy.  #1 Marty "Devil Woman" by 
Marty Robbins #2 Carol B. "These arms of mine" by Otis Redding #3 Charma "Words" by 
Anthony David #4 Raiin "Undead" by Hollywood Undead #5 Patty "Insatible" by Darren 
Hayes #6 Lolita "I Believe" by Blessid Union of Souls #7 Ladybug12 "Turn Back the Hands Of 
Time" by R. Kelly #8 Sue M. "As of you" by Raphael Saadiq #9 Highlander "Folsum Prison" 
by Johnny Cash #10 Sara "Sweet Dreams" by Patsy Cline #11 Brandee A. "I need you right 
away" by Smokey Noval #12 Donna "Unchained Melody" by Righteous Brothers #13 Linda-
Marie "Bonita" by No Mercy

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson

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A summer breeze, and the perfect song

Bringing the memory of childhood summers

Soft voice of an angel leading me away

Eyes flickering slowly with peace

Away into the clouds into love and happiness

Blossoming designs flowering in the sky

Copyright © Jay Loveless

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Closet song

It calls to me,
From the darkness,
It sings,
Ever so sweetly,
A finger beckons,
Bloody and scarred,
I can feel the terror,
Clutching at my heart,
The whispers,
The hinge squeaking,
The door softly creaking,
The covers are over my head,
My throat locked in dread,
The closet inhabited by the dead,
Calling, singing,
The crack widening,
As I begin screaming.

Copyright © Charli Pitts

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Goodbye Song

Another haunted night, I watch raindrops fall from consoling clouds, track each plane flying south, and I think of you. My lungs empty a lonely sigh… I bullet a dark, heaving sky with my angry words as I curse you for walking away again. I remember the starlings that came earlier; they circled low, then perched along the eaves while the sun held me in afternoon glow, as if to say goodbye, friend. We will meet again. I should have known. Night after night, shadows march a solemn procession across a long-faced moon. I know he is mourning, too. Weeds tangle my thoughts until I dream in a web of mismatched memories and neglected clues - so many questions, left in a heap at the foot of our bed, no answers said out loud. Loneliness plays blackjack with my heart; mocking me tonight, the house wins again. Why do I gamble after losing you before? How many times have you walked out that door? I try to mend cracks exposed when darkness fades into golden dawn. I try to color my crumbling world like a child. I paint smiles on your face in our albums to tell myself lies. I replay that moment you walked away; I envision every detail down to one lace that dangled from your new shoes, new shoes bought to step into our new life together. I remember when we wrapped ourselves in our dreams to keep warm. One day, your face will dissolve like a rain puddle on a summer day. One day, I’ll say goodbye and start again. Maybe today will be that day. At least today, I’ll try. A lone starling in a dark, glossy suit lands on my window sill at break of dawn. It wakes me with its sweet, warbled song and waits long enough for me to rise from bed so I might feel the promise of a new day shine through my soul. Then, as my tears fall soft like flowing silk, he spreads his wings and flies away. In light of dawn’s blessings, I am the starling, singing a goodbye song. I pray, tonight, I dream of anyone but you. written April, 2014

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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I want your love

To be no one,
you got to be someone,
to be nowhere,
got to be somewhere,
to deliver the words we all want to hear,

as the darkness,
lights the fire,
and the room gets,
brighter and brighter,
ever close you step into the room,

as the silk,
slips down your body,
skin like milk,
you move towards me,
whilst you run your fingers through your hair,

on this night,
you came over,
I was oblivious,
in my slumber,
you whispered these words in my ear,

I want your love,
I want you and me to be as one,
I want your love,
I want you and I to be together again...

Copyright © david bucknell

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Song Dedicated to Rape Victim of Delhi

A Song If this is My Country.. This Song is dedicated to the brutal Rape victim of Delhi and it’s a message for My Countrymen. The Original song is in Hindi on You Tube with Song Lines Text in English. The Song contains many situations universal and of concern of many counties of the world. The Photos used in the Song too conveys some message and I hope my friends on Poetry Soup would let me have their opinion. The original Song can be viewed on my You Tube channel or through following URL A Song If this is My Country.. Part 1 If this is my country It is yours also Then why you are making Such a condition of this land. 01 The dreams which we had seen To make this country A land, dearest to everyone On Earth.02 Those dreams are weeping And crying, Whenever they see You or me. 03 Is this the way To make a new world for us By nipping and crushing The dreams and expectations Of each and everyone. 04 By making the poor innocent children As street baggers What an India of my dreams You have made O’ makers. 05 If this is my country It is yours also Then why the woman’s respect Is looted everyday on its soil. 06 Is the man of today is so helpless That those who rob the respect of women Are set free every day, So that, they may rob again What an India of my dreams You have made O’ makers. Then why you are making Such a condition of this land. 07 You and Me both have born on this soil And on its soil only We would part our last breath. 08 After centuries of long struggles We had received back Our Garden And After great difficulties We had started seeing Some blooming. 09 We could have made it again A garden full of flowers A garden on which All the seasons Would spread their splendors. 10 But what you have made Of our montherland A story on which The world would only laugh. Ravindra Kanpur India 07th Jan. 2013 Dedication This Song is dedicated to that Bold Girl Rape Victim of Delhi Who has sacrificed her life So that Other Rape Victims Of India May be saved. Ravindra My Channel on You Tube "RavindraKK1" When Rapes are increasing like a viral disease it is time we should find out the reasons, which are creating an atmosphere of such crimes against women all over the world. It may be a serious problem right now for countries like India but the day is not far off when, when those who are creating such viral through internet would be the worst suffers. My Poem and Video on You Tube on this problem is a very small effort in that direction….Ravindra K Kapoor Protected under the Copy Rights provisions of Poetry Soup.

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor

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Magnolia Song

(for The Beloved and in honor of Arthur Rimbaud)
… the magnolias are far away – still, I sing, begging them for bridges to brood with stanzas of butterflies in the suffocation around and heat mocking the sea where once we walked the shore beneath the cruel commas of hawks showering seraphimic curses, pink roses upon storms flung upward from spotted, inverted baskets, northern Iranian mountains aching praying wandering the cavern between the olive-minuet of your eyes and mine absconding their color from above and knitted by anguished waves stumbling, floundering into lunar mercury, the slant of scouring rain throwing blue into our faces in cadences dribbling from lemons and leaves of tea, strong with riots of black peppers hurting our tongues along the central street of our knowing, speaking silence without riddles yet wrapped about our shoulders with brazen mysteries hovering above the staring magnolias which now have crowded in... … though I still sing and always will... … of you...

Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus

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Seductive man song

oil drips smoothly
down your naked earth
like the aftermath
of unbridled sex

i followed its trail
seeking its source
hoping to uncover
your mystery
but you are man
the crux of you
rough to my woman skin
eager hot blood and sin
pulse pounding deliverance
i curtsey low
in tribute to you…….

all muscle and bone
virile you are
stern lips and sensuality
creatures of night and burning
flames and desire

you are….
to my barefooted gypsy soul
and my soft ardent hips
in my small palms
i blow reverent kisses
to your provocative pyre

i always did love fire

Copyright © Christie Moses

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I know (Oppression)

One thing that I know all about, without any doubt
        The meaning of “Oppression of The Soul.”
               I once shattered all my dreams, with ill-gotten schemes
                      Along with every single goal
Emptiness is a real dark thing
        As it eats its way through your soul
              I found the bottom of the pit, all I can say of it
                       It truly was a very empty hole
I guess every story has a meaning
         Just as every game has a price
              If you look closely at me, you’ll be able to see
                      A lifetime of pain in my advice
Oppression is a real dark word
        Regardless of how the word is used
                 If you’re in the shadow of it, the bottom the pit
                          You know what it means to be abused
For years I walked in the shadows
      I had nothing but hatred for the Son
                I just couldn’t see, why it had to be
                        All the things in my life that had been done
If you were to look into my eyes
      And read all the stories they have to tell
            All you would be able to see, is pain and misery
                   A shadow that was in a living hell
I know all about oppression
     For it rolls upon the shores of hate
        I once looked in the mirror to see, a ghost living in me
             Just a skeleton walking through his fate
I also know all about redemption
     Behind every shadow there rest some form of light
                   With in the breath of a prayer, I learned how to care
                           Thus changing the course of my plight
Every story has a meaning
        There is a way to right any wrong
                Grasp to the light, and then hold on tight
                          As you search for the meaning of your song
My song once was heavy metal
         I truly loved to bang my head
                 An empty soul, with a bottomless hole
                          A never-ending hunger to be fed
Now my song is a ballad
        A story that is full of hope and love
                I learned how to pray, and give it away
                       Accepting grace from the Lord above
Oppression crosses our paths everyday
        It is everywhere to see
                You know what’s right, learn to stand and fight
                       You will have learned to be all that you can be

Written for the "Oppression of the Soul Contest)

Copyright © Michael Jordan

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I fell in like with you

Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called,
“Ever-changing” (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don’t know of it. It’s raw &

“Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of
course, it did.” –Rise Against

“I fell in ‘Like’ with you”

With her smile
I melted unto oblivion’s redemption
Candy coated perceptions, windows’ gap
Seeping brilliance refreshment

Uncertainty resolution, polished
Absorbed into closeness sun
Yet these eyes still…see
Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me

Strong, yet soft legs
Foundation of my face to rest upon
A cremated sin 

Yet, elongated moments of silence
Created abruption’s new face

The face of change
When she turned to me and said
“I’m not sure, anymore”

Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep
New battles with spectral flashback
Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise

Phoenix’s sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses
Yet, today, these rays just aren’t bright enough to burn sadness away

And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon’s breath
These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet
This heart doesn’t want to be enlightened by karma today

It wants to be held for how it shines now

Denied…distance wins again today
Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks
This must end

Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you
Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals

And yet something has kept me here too long
But can they leave me, if I’m already gone?

Something has kept me here too long
Karma’s laughter

But, through it all, I will shine


How I wish my mere presence can bring joy’s tear to her eye

Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn
Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone
Have the best parts of this…come and gone?


Maybe I’ll never know the truth

Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy’s deprivation
Deteriorating heart’s splendor

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps “Better Man 2.0” appeared from Cloud 9’s fallacy

While I fell in “like” with her

She held onto the past

As I, drawn to waterfall’s edge
Allowed myself

To let go…and F

© Drake J. Eszes
“We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us.” -Anonymous

Copyright © Drake Eszes

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Take me away but I promise to sing a Song

NOTE: I have placed this Poem as a Video Poem also on!/profile.php?id=100001219732381

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

IMP. NOTE: Now the Poem cum Song "Take Me Away but..."can be heard on my Radio Air Play Radio Station of Radio in 'Ravindra K kapoor Radio'

Take me away but I promise to sing a Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kanpur India 27th Aug. 2011


Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor

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Butterfly Song

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

Appreciation (In Honor of PD)

Copyright © Ray Dillard

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Spring Showers

as the wind
in song 
and verse
within my soul
my poetic thirst

as vibrant  
as the wild daisy
each teardrop 
upon my face
I twist and turn 
in posy
lapping up 
the springtime rain 

with each 
pitter patter 
to greet my heart
I melt 
with each breath of beauty
as I impart

in crystal showers
as I fall back 
to paint the day
from the rumbling clouds 
of dynasty 
I am taken away

as the wind
in song 
and verse

untouched purity
this poetic birth


Copyright © Rick Parise

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The Voice of Her Mother- My Daughter's Gift

I've written the lyrics to two lullabies for my daughter, Shereen. I even made 
up the tunes, and I'd sing to her when she was a baby to put her to sleep. She 
still remembers those songs at 19 years of age. For my birthday last May, she 
wrote this poem as a gift....just like last year. The quoted parts are words taken from the lullabies. I adore my daughter, my greatest and most precious gift.

“When she smiles, I feel like a bird in the sky.”
The words softly sung to the weary child-
This bundle of whimpers
This armful of distress-
Hoping they’d ease her restlessness
Hoping they’d calm her disquieted heart…
And they did. 
Like nothing else ever could.
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother.

“She is the apple of my eye.”
Rocking gently in time with the tune, she swiftly fell 
Fell into a peaceful slumber 
Nuzzled in the warmth of her consoler 
Whimpers softened, distress vanished 
Quiet. Serene.
Floating in the promise 
That those words would be there
To welcome her in the morning. 
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother. 

“With laughter and joy she fills my heart”
Nestled in that kind embrace
The child, now almost grown
With tear-stained face and heavy heart
Couldn't fight the world alone
But whenever she was breaking, too tired to go on
She’d search for those same words-
To ease her restlessness
To calm her disquieted heart…
She’d search for those same words
To find them in those same arms.
And she’d fall. Like she always did.
Fall into that peaceful slumber
Quiet. Serene.
Floating in the promise 
That those words would be there
To welcome her in the morning. 
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother.

Written by Shereen Nathalie Ghali (May 18, 2014)

Please read The Month of May...which is Shereen's first birthday poem written for me and posted here. You will find it if you type the title in PS's search engine. It is a beauty and is in rhyme. 

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Jungle Love

Your sweet nectar
wraps around my senses
like jungle vines
steady drums beating
Your heart near mine

Your strong hands
hold me suspended
by my waist
Just enough pain and strength
against my supple skin
For my taste

The musk of your
sculpted body and the forest
has me going wild
But yet, the tender way you
protect me, reminds me of
Being a child

A safe familiarity
with a strain of animalistic
Your invisible hold over me
leaves me arrow poisoned
Unable to function

My long dark hair wraps you
with smells of coconut and ocean Sun
your locks full of mud and enemies
together, my warrior
We make One

Copyright © Heather Hill

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I'm Your King

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

Copyright © Bj Fard

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4th Grade Music Room

Under her guidance, we stood at attention
forming a row  for the national anthem
"Oh Say, Can You See?"...those familiar old words
We would sing, not in unison
but with avid enthusiasm
out of tune, out of rhythm
with our childish delusions
that we were quite good!

As we  stood in the room
she would move down the line
with a frown in the lines
of her brow, then would bow
till her ear matched our voice
and her hand would be poised
with two fingers ensued
keeping time with the tune.

She would grit all her teeth
bite the inside of cheeks
Such a serious task!
it was all that she asked
that we our best

When we mastered, at last
She would gasp, then exclaim
as we sang each refrain
Mixed with tears, she would clap

I remember it now...
Here I stand in this row
with my hand on my heart
as the first strain imparts
Yes, I know those old words...
they'll remain part of me
'til the day that I die
"O Say, Can You See?"...still familiar to me

But no..............I can't see....

          There are tears in my eyes...

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Copyright © Carrie Richards