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Magic Beans

Our first awareness
      falling through time
      through blood-rain, pure white snow, green vegetation 
      down into deep earth
      warm sunshine
      cool wind
      soaking rain

Energy flowing-up through our pod
      each day we grew bigger
      snug together with brothers and sisters
      bursting our little cozy shell
      then one day
      a father and daughter
      plucked us from the vine
      stripped – we lay bare upon a tray
      disorientated and tender but alive  
      a life force deep inside us
      our skin soft but hardening 
      then sleep . . . waiting for the one

Daddy!!  Come see the beans
They changed colors
I see brown ones with white specks
      Yellow with black dots
      Orange with blue stripes 
But wait  . . .  there are three larger beans that seem to glow and vibrate
      one is blood-red
      another . . .  brilliant white
      the last . . .  forest green
What does this mean daddy?
Is it evil?

No my sweet darling
These are special beans
Descended from an ancient garden long ago . . . 
      no longer of this world
It was a place of love and light
No death but a deep communion between mother earth and us
The three beans are:  Peace, Purity, Prosperity 

These beans will feed a starving world 
      Bring healing to the hurting
      Laughter to the downtrodden   
      Hope to the desolate 
      Love to the unloved   
      Life to the dead
These beans hold deep magic

How do they work Daddy?
      a worthy woman is chosen
      who is humble of heart
      strong in spirit
      wise in love 

Who is this lady?
      the magic beans choose
      they only appear to the one female
      you, my darling . . .  you are the one

Me?  I am only a girl
I have none of these things . . . 
      the beans see deep within a soul
      they never lie
      they have chosen you 
      together you will change the world!

Daddy, I am scared . . .
I am shaking 
I am not worthy
      breathe deeply, close your eyes 
      put the beans in your mouth

Daddy, I taste sweetness
Molasses, ginger, caramel . . . now chocolate 
I see visions upon the wind
Blood, wars, rage, yelling . . . unbearable things
      yes, darling the evil is strong here
      let the blood from the red bean flow
      let it mingle with your love
      it will defeat this evil and bring
      healing and forgiveness . . . peace

The white bean is singing with my voice – Daddy!
Sweet is her song
I see merriment, laugher, dancing . . . 
People hugging and holding hands
My tears are falling
Filling rivers with waters of light, love and purity
Joy reverberates from mountains peaks

From my open lips runs rich green sap
Deep does the earth drink
Big drafts of life and love
I see fields flowing with
Cream, honey, and wine
Trees waving to the sun
The earth is rejoicing

I see beans being planted 
In a garden
A man and a little girl
      yes, my Little One, soar now
      fill the world with your love
      fill the wind with your song
      love generously 

Such is the magic of these colored beans

David Meade

Love Generously

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The farm
     and the porch light hums 
the sound of another 
orange dawn.

Burnt up – crisp
      aching new reaches 
of the imagination turn 
from corn
      to wheat
to the pungent shade
of dried blood on hands –
kissing corners of a mouth
never kissed.

Sweeping ‘cross in whispers 
two thousand years
      and more, come
words on the flat-line horizon,
dripping sideways,
like a red cat's eye marble 
on a circular seesaw
that knows no bounds;
rolling infinitely back
     and forth - 
ringing through ears that were once
in that ago (can you hear it?)
hearing the coming of a storm 
     being heard 
by another set of ears,
in some other when –

     some other marble.

When, speaks the unspoken.
When, treads where none may tread.
When, grips the barren outcroppings of space –
playing the unending moments –
where no other question hence forth

can grip.

Night sounds come in floods
of mauve,
      and quiet apricot;
slicing through oceans,
      where no ears hear.

The farm: echoing, lowing and fawning –
Trying to stay true 
      to form,
bleeds into the fibers of a dream
once lived –
recognizing its existence
through the act of a moment, 

The girl turns to face 
the enormity
of all she has yet to hear upon 
      the brazen, blazing horizon;
she strips down to goose bumps 
on the skin
that God gave her; 
opening her mouth to hear all
that she is –
      breathing in the dawn 
as it breaks.

The farm notes this coming.

The sky knows;

The wind knows.

The earth knows - relaxing
at her feet
through her soles,
resounding through the mouth
of the un-kissed,

breathing through this land; 
humming through porch lights,
spinning through atoms,
sifting though heavens,
recorded through lifetimes,
      and through into another’s
open mouth.

© Kristin Reynolds 1/9/09

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When the Flowers of Youth Fell

When the Flowers of Youth Fell

Winter stayed late that year
courting Spring with a fury.
Beautiful gifts of snow
and dazzling ice, he gave her.
It was during such courtship
I found myself lost -- adrift
in a place that once was ....
decades from this century.

Where mud and blood held hands
beneath duty and honour
and kindred flowers fell
to sounds of bugle and drum.

Smoke arose through Spring's tears.
Images of Blue and Grey
pilfered my breath as cannons 
rained thunder upon the brave.

How was this happening?
This was not where I belonged!
My time was not this place
and I wanted to go home.
Where Winter courted Spring
and snowmen fell -- not flowers --
upon the muddy ground
as snow reigned upon the brave.

The smell of gun powder
danced about my head and nose
like spirits for the faint --
arousing life ... far from home. 
"Get down! Get down! Get down!"
The half-crazed voice plunged me 
into the mud and blood
and I lay frozen in fear
beneath his weight ... and the cold. 
So cold, no hearts were beating, 
no breaths were being drawn, 
just the smell of sweat and blood.
The smell of rain and death.

Clutched tightly in his pale fist 
a tattered blood-stained note
bore the words, "Please ... for
mama ...."      
I tried but could not scream. 
And, I felt daylight passing ....

As shadows took the brave,
Winter's folly tamed sweet Spring
with final coats of snow ....
and snowmen fell -- not flowers. 

Deborah Burch

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Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure me out
Randomly it comes your way
Underneath a never known chemistry
Ask me to stay and I may
Grinding your teeth into my way
Cut out my eyes, and store them up
A tongueless mouth, nothing to say

Maybe by tomorrow you will forget
Losing myself in my own conversation
Hiding behind my one big regret
Don't know, Don't care
You had me open up
A book I closed, knowledge lost

No need to see 
A mystery called deception
What I am cannot be seen with the naked eye
Along came you using your *ucked* up perception
The ability you miss use
making sense of this connection
A process you carry with your own  patterns
You asked, you listened,  without making assumptions
A taste to take off my shoulders, 
To release an error locked in my Asylum
I myself am enjoying the insights about him
He's got me convince, using his perception

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Awaken From Deep Slumber

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you - 
Ye are many - they are few.'

From the poem: "The Mask of Anarchy" written by Percy Bysshe Shelley

O child, 
how frail you seem in certain angles of light and shadow,
with your cavities,
fractured attention deficiency,
and thickening skin of apathy.

You are a victim to the plague,
playing amongst flowers filled with poison,
staring at screens to fill in the boredom
of having your young mind brimming
with over-stimulation -
information seeps in without warning,
beamed into your skull 
by 360 degrees 
of high-def, infra-red, wireless mobility.
24/7 programming of insidious adverts
breaches your skull in a mind-rape,
proving how the Death of a Salesman
was only a sideshow distraction
for the Kleptocracy to successfully purchase
the dark side of the moon -
control the tides,
control the mind,
buying our hearts and souls
in order to auction off our future
to the highest bids of people already dead.

O child,
yet I believe in you,
there is still hope left upon your shoulders.
You are strong,
your mind cuts like a blade.
And if you care,
if you dare,
what a significant burden for you to bare.
The time has come,
the time is ripe,
this is it,
there are no more second chances.
I pray for your success,
for you are our very last hope.
Please learn from my mistakes and failures,
absorb the goodness I have left to offer.
I tried, I truly did,
but the Hydra spat me out as a broken man.

Lost Children,
we left seeds inside the belly of the beast
for you to survive on within.
God speed, take heed,
do not attack the Kleptocracy from the outside,
its Dragon's heads will cut you down -
will cut you down without mercy.
You must advance peacefully
with a rogue's armour of false calm,
let the machine devour you whole.
Bide your time,
survive on the leftover seeds,
dismantle the Hydra from the inside,
rewrite the program from within.

Lost Children,
shed the tired cloak of apathy,
don the mask of alternate endings,
de-rail this present destiny.
Everything rides on you now,
everything rides on you.

The Kleptocracy broke my back,
but my mind is still intact,
and I know you can do better than I did,
believe that you can do better than we did.
I pray for your success,
pray for your safety and protection,
everything rides on you,
everything rides on you now.

December 8th, 2011

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A Soul awakened

This battle brews inside me
The pain I feel in my heart ripping it apart
And my soul who wants to be redeemed

The movement of my pen beats in my chest
In my veins my words flow like the rage of rivers in storm 

I’m caught in these lyrics that Awaken my soul
That cry out for eternity 

Yet my heart is trodden
 at times I swear it is not beating

Our hearts rose up like kindred knights ready to defend our land
but the soul was fulfilling its destiny
it would not be beaten, no matter…
it had awakened to truth

but our hearts knew only torment
and could not understand
all that was happening,
that God had a plan

so my pain exposes itself
 in my thoughts manifesting to script
as it beats in my chest with a rhythmic pulse
that brings me to my knees

We had no time to prepare
Only to fight
Flailing around Hope
With all of our might

 as if it were the weapon that would save us from our enemy
for that’s all we had was our sword of Hope

This battle we were not prepared for.
Like a sneak attack, it caught us in slumber
when the army of death ascended upon our world

my heart said I love you
you are my universe and life has no meaning without you
I will fight till my shallow breath abates
Till your soul takes the last blow...

And I did!
We Did!

We did not surrender
We had no chance 
Our hearts fought a losing battle

My awakened soul shouts out with acceptance…
“you will one day know the reason, but not now”
For this is your time to experience 
what was lovingly bestowed upon you from our God,
who knows what we need

So now I write from my pain… It helps me to cope…

It is the sword I carry…

My only Hope

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Soothing music playing Essential oils Gently applied to my skin So relaxing Total escape from reality Jan Allison 7th January 2015 Contest: Somewhere- Nette Onclaud Checked Using How Many Syllables 6,4,7,4,9 – total 30

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The Hardest Thing I've Ever Had To Do

The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

Well, of course, 
It was pretty hard when you refused to go to the funeral after my Father died,
And I’d hate for this relationship to end in a lie, so…

The second hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

But, to come to think of it, 
It was probably harder when I had to give Skippy away.
You know, when you made us move to Florida because you hated the cold,
I’ll never forget that day.

The third hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

Well, not quite as hard as it was when I had that little operation,
And you decided still to take your vacation,
And left me alone in the hospital with no visitation.
That was hard.

The fourth hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

You know, I did take it pretty hard when I proposed to you
And you said if I couldn’t buy you a bigger ring we’d be through
And I had to sell my car and hock my guitar
To get you a ring as big as a star.
That was pretty hard.

The fifth hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

Well darn it, no!
It was hard going to school at nights and working all day
Because you didn’t want to get a job and wanted me to earn more pay.
What exactly did you do with yourself all day!?

The sixth hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

No, its time to admit it,
I saw you with Tom that night,
And Bob the time before that,
And Tim and George, Harry and Frank.
That was hard on me and I’ve got you to thank.

The seventh hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

Now just wait a minute!
This is not hard.
In fact this is rather easy.
The hard part was living with you,
Placating you,
Pretending to love you,
Pretending that you loved me,
Heck, this is easy!

The easiest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you!

Boy that was easy!
Now I feel much better.

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Slaughtered Innocence

The hideous and the humble
Blood peppers falling snow
As world hurtles to the tipping point
Life chokes on ignited air
Wrenching love from hungry mouths
Stars fall without sound
Some weep helpless, day through night
Ever wondering how
Never knowing why ...

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The Father I Never Had

When I'm alone I wonder why you didn't fight for me
You get more credit for being a dad that you deserve to be
All the times you gave your word and left me standing in the rain
All the promises you broke and left my heart with pain
Even as a little child I never could understand
How you could ignore me all the time and still call yourself a man
All the times you said I love you and never backed it up
All the love you never showed and all your lack there of
I only wanted you to care, I longed for your attention
All the mistakes and problems you caused, I won't waste time to mention
I wanted you to be there for me, though you never were
So how can you still say you miss me, you've really got some nerve
Others made of for the loss of you, but it's never been the same
I now have the only man I need, I hate to even speak your name
I have someone else who makes me feel good, it will never be my dad
I just wish you would have been the father I never had

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Forgive me my love for the hurtful words
I hurled from my mouth time and time again
Forgive me for letting you down
for in your time of need I was never around
Forgive me for the long nights 
for all the constant fights
Forgive me for the innoncence I took away
for all the help I kept at bay
And lastly forgive me for being anything other than
a loving and caring husband

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Love is of Time

Because love is of time,
woven into the fabric where lovers dwell.
It measures caresses like floating wings from butterflies
and turns its clock hands with every melding kiss.
To be bound by a slow movement of a vanishing night,
when the moon is full and mouths dance across skin.
Time chains lovers to its moors,
anchored until the coming storm.
When flesh merges with flesh,
moved by passion,
driven by hunger, searching for a sanctuary.
As each chain is torn, a veil drops,
revealing captured fires that burn within.
Exposing a vulnerable heart, with all its scars,
now caught.
Leaving a flickering shadow, where lovers once lay,
to explore their dreams.
Before being washed away by time's moving sand,
that forever dwindles.
Because love is of time.

contest Hotsy Totsy

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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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Because I am the only one

Because I am the only one!


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

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

You say you could easily replicate me as my clone!

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

I am bonded into relationships with my kith and kin!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The seeking eyes would always find me in my imprints!

Connect and my eternal presence will give you my hints!

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

Times and places would change, my identity would never!

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

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

Why should then we think of becoming adversaries not friends?

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

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

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


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The Shadow of Me

It was a long time ago, in another age
Where the shifting of the wind
Knew where I began
A place so far away, 
Somewhere distant, in childhood country
Before the fog had set in,
Before time lost all trace of me

Where have they gone?
Those merry dancers with whom I played?
When we were queens of the carnival, kings of the parade?
Before being dethroned to mid-life corners
Hearing the music, without playing the drums
They tell me to take this age with grace
Yet everywhere I turn, is young

I'm still the same, I have not changed
I lived a time where love was wild and thoughts were too
With high regard, when eyes were glued
Now inside I'm torn in two...the old and the new
Trapped between this nowhere place
Myself and someone else
Until each barrier becomes a bridge...
Have I been shaped too square by passing years, to fit in circle's place?

My memory recalls those beautiful tomorrows
Now long buried in yesterday's ground
There are other ways to measure time
Besides growing older and graying hair
Recorded music fills the room
Left playing from an earlier time
When October skies showed fading traces
Of empty days and sad old faces
The "others" of whom I had no fear

Now those shadowed remnants from my past
Are stalking at my heels
Will somebody care to ask?   Will anyone need my mind?
Will they patronize, or just be kind?
Care enough, make me useful, give me value, call me beautiful?....
Not yet the age I'll someday be
Still, I feel the sting of losing me
How I ache for all those love songs
How I ache for someone needing, someone pleading...
For advice....for my worth, for an answer, will they want me?
How it haunts me.....Will they see me?
Touching me....reminding me of who I am................not just who I was...

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The View

        THE VIEW 
(A sad point of view)

I can't believe he has to be a poet
To tell you how he feels
Maybe he does not know it
Words written on paper don't really heal
Do not tell her you are sorry
When your apology is not real

To be or not to be?
That is the question you should really ask.

The man should never call himself a poet
Unless he has lived, learn, lost, and gained it all back

The man who writes good poetry
In my eyes is a man of art
He can paint you anything without a paintbrush
This is the man I call no poet, with a colorful heart

Using all his manly skills
He is way ahead of the ordinary man
Leaving the imagination, filling the soul with chills
He is like the woman who leaves you all aroused

(A sad point of view.)

While the woman swims in her own drown.
She finds herself helpless to suffering worlds.
Without a man she thinks she is lost, nowhere to be found.

The secret of the female is
When she is heart broken
She thinks life is over 
Little at the time she knows
Once a woman feels
She gets right back up to be a lady
When the time calls
The lady is stronger than ever

One thing I learned about a lady 
You better respect her
Don't destroy her better days
She will crumble you up for sure
If the lady says she is a poet 
Than a poet in her

I will never insult a lady
She will crush you where it hurts 
A real lady knows how to control her man
A lady knows how to keep her emotional words real

But the woman needs to grow 
Stop trying to be something she's not
In time she will know
To give it her best shot
I will praise myself and say
"Woman always come and go."
A poet, she can act and play
With fake words that have no flow
This is my demo to all poetry freaks
Keep it real!!


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Through Eyes of Redwoods

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

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

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'A Thousand Steps'

A thousand steps in between 
who I was and who I am now 
do I wonder about the detours? 
do I wish I took the dirt road instead? 

Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes? 
Would the worries have been less then what they are today? 

I guess I’ll never know, 
unless I go back in time 
choose a different path 
choose the least attractive offer and run with it

pipe dreams that is all my journey back in time would be 
‘cause I would not have met you 
and you would not be reading these words.... 

Everything in life boils down to an immaculate plan, 
it may not be my ideal plan or yours 
but in the end the voyage continues 
whether we want to or not…

‘Cause it is all part of the bigger picture 
in that image is your life and mine... 

We just got to embrace the journey 
no matter how uncertain it might be...


Contest: Anything Goes
7th Place

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This dance feels resurrected
Right down to the cherry stains on your sleeve
And the tapestries that look like iron will
But are really shadows cleverly woven to imply it.

I can not see here
The lights are too low
But sometimes things are better seen
When lit by the lanterns of the mind instead.

They look brighter
Closer to real
Than real could ever be.

We were here once before
A thousand years ago give or take a century.
I spoke with a carnelian tongue
You tasted like pomegranate seeds.

Going back there again
Carrying that same tune
Becoming crimson
Becoming other

I lost my breath
You gave me yours
You held me
You said

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Amazing Grace

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

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

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Tick Tock Tick Tock

"The clock is a useless tool, measuring mortality, narrowing vitality. Don't let it tick-tock away the waning moments and fine components of your final days." (last stanza of Heather Ober's "Clocks") A brand new day Tick tock tick tock You grow, you learn You take that walk To get your fine diploma Fond friends get left behind Blink one eye To keep a tear at bay Tick tock tick tock You get a job Or first you go to college Find a mate and settle down Tick tock tick tock Surprises come So soon your first child’s prom! Blink both your eyes Try not to cry Tick tock tick tock A grandchild’s birth And then a whole lot more Folks you used to know Have passed away Tick tock tick tock Blink back those tears Of joy and pride And also tears of pain Tick tock tick tock Changes happen For the good and for the bad You must adapt Or fade. . . . . . Tick tock tick tock Sit back in your recliner And simply close your weary eyes There will be no more tears To blink away For Tracie Edwards' Homage Poetry Contest

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 Hello love
I seen you there 
As I was walking through 
And I really must say 
You are the form of true beauty
As I whisper my prayers to God
I whispered for someone like you 
I see Him there in your eyes
If you take that chance on me 
I would fall to my knees for you
We could truly become something
 As the angels whisper in God's ear
I can see my future in  your eyes
We could be the start of something 
To last us a life time or two 
No doubt there are many who 
Want to get next to you 
I'm also sure you can pick 
And choose whomever you want 
You are classic beauty personified 
Angels were singing as God molded you 
God colored outside the lines this time  
Some would say you are the spark 
That lights up the fires within 
For God must have sent you to bring 
The light with you for all the world to see
I hear the angels sing as I look into your eyes
I could hold you in my heart for a lifetime or two
You are a dream coming into my life just for me
A tall glass of water on a parched throat you are
Can you tell me do you feel as I do ~ can you love me too !

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FACING LONELINESS I was told by wisdom that to know loneliness is to know oneself. She said to be alone is essence. In that, you do not misuse this time with heartache but seek a greater way. I have experience this kind of direst. Through the lack of unity, I became distressed. Being alone became a form of harmony with the world. My knowledge grew via my worldview becoming skewed. I was given knowledge via the face of loneliness. He told me to hold my head-up because anyone can make a mistake. It is not to be unaccompanied from the world’s marketplace. However, this is a time to gain insight unaided. I was told by my own wisdom that sometimes anyone needs space. Through this knowledge, I am alone but I am not lonely today. |____________________________________________________| Penned On November 16, 2014!

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Bottled Tears

The tears continued to bottle,
all the time I was with you.
The disappointment, 
the pain,
the heart wrenching broken chains,
you kept putting me through.
The bottle continually grew,
salt infused tears dripping to the top.
As time went on 
the bottle never went away.
It continued to sit there,
slowly dripping on the scars left 
from the pain.
The salt burned my soul,
letting it hard to let go,
continuing to make the scars
never grow old.
As the bottle began to overflow
into my darkened soul,
I couldn't keep the tears in,
it shattered deep in my heart.
The tears poured across my skin,
causing the pain to grow and grow,
all I could do to get rid of it
was to embrace the pain I felt.
Let this fester to a new world in my mind;
let the anger from the disappointment grow.
As the moment snapped,
the time stood still for one moment's release.

Freedom now I feel!
The moment's consequences were worth it,
the bottle will never refill,
and forever cracked it will be.
My tears will never drop,
because you will never contact me!

Thank God that I have been set free!

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Bedlam baby

I remember you
cartoon smile and egg-shaped head.
Do you remember
how the rainbow formed on the water,
how the neon lights flickered,
or the scent of nectarines on your forehead?
They were happy to see for the first time
behind glass window,
between speaker box voices --
unopened package,
untouched collector’s item,
you shiny new contraption,
star of the play,
hero of the hour, 
flavor of the season.

Seed of your father,
soil of your mother.
Fruit of love,
fruit of conflict.
Decision’s aftermath,
delusion’s consequence,
Are you accident,

Bough in the river,
wrenched in the current.
Hand reaching for hand,
hand holding your own.
Bedlam baby with the guilty smile
do you remember
how you would not fracture the  mullioned frame,
how you could not shatter porcelain,
or how you hid in changing alleys?

I will save you
you will save me.
My hand in yours.
I am the boat
you are the journey.

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Tick Tock Tick Tock

                      Tick Tock Tick Tock 

Tick, tock, tick, tock, goes the sound of my clock
I am waiting, waiting, waiting.  Waiting for time to expend
Never have I known time to go so slowly

Exhilarated!  The subject of my tormented dreams will appear
Miles separate, but wires, contaminated with the sweet whispers of our lips
Fingers touch keys and memories of silk ignite the flame of passion 

O clock on the wall!  Why extend my eagerness to be fulfilled
Time!  Why is it you seem to stand still, but still 
 I am waiting, waiting, waiting 

My love, please fulfill?

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I see myself in her

                                                                                                             -For Melissa

She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off 
White sundresses put on in order to frolic
On beaches with waves washing away
Each grain of him
How long did it take for you to get over him?
Days? Weeks? A month or two?
Hope shining like a naïve flashlight during the eclipse of hardest times
Beaming on me, waiting for an answer

How could I tell her, honestly, 
That it took me years
To overlook the smallest details of his smile
How he only has one dimple on the right side of his face
The way his hands felt, every line and crevice of his fate
Thought to fit mine perfectly?

How could I tell her, truthfully
That no matter how many times I washed my sheets
I would catch the scent of him at 3:45 am, sometimes
Or hear his faint tapping on my window
When it’s really just, my imagination
That she’ll spend months waiting for him to text her
Call her, email her, think of her
When really he’s lying in bed with another women but she refuses
To believe that it’s over
Or how my heart still aches, just a little
When I hear he asked about me
Or that he can no longer say my name out loud to our mutual friends

Could I muster up the courage to explain to her
That it took me 2 years, 3 months, and 16 days to realize
The ugliness of being pathetic
It was time to rise up and take the lead 
Time to forget all romantic casualties 
It’s only yesterday that I found myself straining to remember
His faults, forgetting the man and only remembering the hero
How could I break her heart for the second time by telling her
The truth?

She stood there patiently waiting for me
To pull a metaphor out of a hat, something poetic
Comforting, beautiful, reassuring
I see myself in her
Wanting people to lie to us to see the Zen in ourselves

It’s like we’re all in the same play with the same roles but different names
It takes time for each actor to fulfill the destiny
Others emphasize while others downplay
Moments in time

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Time -part 1-

Tragedy is never a sentiment for Time For it is a phenomenon she merely sees She pours forth abundance for all that behold her Even for those of us that scold her And for naught she was cursed from the beginning There she is—interminable Time at the fullest! And we all envy her ever-ringing constancy She rules over our hearts Keeping stress in our spirits Not once does she feel sorry for us Nor is she indifferent of our failures She begs not for gratefulness And accepts who she is with joy! How ample we would be if we Like she—were free of trepidation If only we be like her waters—clear and visible from top to bottom Filled with untainted approval What fools we must seem to such a pure jewel as Time But ah, she is both heartless and kind And though we hate her peculiar aura Oh how hard it is do tear her from our minds! How stressfully beautiful Time is! Like a wink of venerated bliss She smiles and smiles And our ironical faces feel like grime Still she laughs in mirth While the world becomes a ball of putrid hatred Wanting more and more of her And positively hating her We that cannot see her began to hate For we are as visible and low as can be And we acknowledge her merely to insult her Though she takes no pang to the chest For the only gifts we give in return for herself are pangs That she simply returns to each sender Hidden is our pride But ever placed Ever unhidden Is our inscrutable mortality And this humiliation of our unchangeable fates Makes us want to humiliate the more fortunate Thus we regard her only as a concept As a fraction of a belief—a bellowing ideal For of course Time cannot in our honey-glazed eyes Think, eat, drink or feel We use her—yes! Even abuse her Not once will she complain For her gift is everlastingness

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The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps

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This disconnected intellect of society in retrospect
Is nothing but a retro spectrum of colors.
Gold chains and disco lights,
Black, white, and grey faces, red Adidas stripes with no laces
Cardboard boxes unfolded on concrete streets
Where the founding fathers of modern culture would meet
And write our Constitution by moving their feet.
With a spectacular repertoire of flashy moves
And a deep reservoir of verbs that mingled with words in the mind’s river
That flowed from the banks of lips as the first freestyle
When style was really free.
Not compromised, chopped up, glamorized, marketed, processed, pasteurized 
and then subliminally delivered as a shrink-wrapped, shiny medium of bad ideas.
Back when people actually had ideas,
Not just the regurgitation of pre-chewed vomit music.
The DJs cooked up beats in their basements
Just crack for the bass-heads
Denied treble ‘cause trouble was all they were faced with.
There was music laced with dope, and dope was good.
The evolution.
Darwinism of hip-hop.
You know what I mean?
Of course not ‘cause these young bucks would rather spend fifteen dollars on 50 
Then spend fifty cents on a education.
Flagrant, our testimonial to a religion that’s pagan
We pray to money, pray to greed, pray to fame, pray to succeed
And denounce life when we pray that our bullet hits its target.
The Boogie Oogie became the Boogaloo
And the Electric Slide met the electric chair.

Time is money.
Money is life.
Life is a game.
I invest Monopoly money in the New World Clock Exchange
To collect interest in fate and become disinterested in buying my life back.
My soul is currency, currently spent on reverting from the current state.
Back to when sex was more taboo than a smile
Back to when freedom didn’t equal censorship
Back to when love for family didn’t negate the fact that times change.
Back to when the Big Hand spun backwards two seconds too late.
And minutes were miniscule and minute, hip-hop was rediculed
Not because it was demeaning, but because it represented Revolution.
An occurrence that has come and gone with the wind.
My name is Hip-Hop O’Hara and I am in love with Civility Wilkes.
Reverend Run preached gospel, now he rolls in his grave
If musical revelation is impossible, than who will be saved?
The essence in lyrics is kept underground in a cage.
Struggling to survive like illiterate slaves.
Reaching for freedom, which lies on the next page.
Free the music.

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Back When The World Was Psychedelic

My grandmother used to bake pies 
in the kitchen where I lived as a boy. 
She would spend all day mixing 
                                                    and kneading, 
singing her old lady songs to herself. 
I would get to lick the bowl. 
This was my prize. 
Back when the world was psychedelic 
and hippies wandered the streets. 

My sister and I would play outside 
                                      almost every sunny day. 
Magic kingdoms made of mud and bricks. 
Toy soldier citizens of mock empires. 
Barbie doll victims of terrible wars. 
Bubblegum music from the top forty 
             traced the pattern of our lives. 

Our country had a new flag and boys 
                    in school still had short hair. 
Little girls wore skirts and dresses and 
pony tails were still the normal fashion. 
Black and white television set turned to 
the latest American sitcoms. We would 
laugh at Granny and marvel at Endora. 
Mr. Sullivan would present the latest rage, 
the latest quartet or singer from England. 
Back when the world was psychedelic 
and hippies wandered the streets. 

We wore peace buttons on our coats, 
and drew "smiley's" on our books. 
We talked about what we were going 
to do to make a difference in the world. 
We admired the Fab Four and worshipped 
                  at the altar of glorious possibilities. 
We knew it was going to be beautiful, 
because that is what we were being told. 

Every morning at school we would sing 
"God Save the Queen" and "O Canada", 
say The Lord's Prayer and 
                             hear the announcements. 
Teachers talked about the future 
           as if it was a land of possibilities. 
We did not know the black and white visions 
would be transformed into colour horrors. 
We had no idea that the dreams of peace and love 
were going to be forgotten. Who could predict 
the grey soul of adulthood? Where have 
                                all the beautiful people gone? 

My grandmother used to bake pies 
in the kitchen where I lived as a boy. 
Back when the world was psychedelic 
and hippies wandered the streets. 

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For this desire
to someday be accommodated,
we shall sit in front of the fire,
lodge chairs at angles akin to talking low,
honey cognac thick,
whispers even thicker,
and you will tell me life.

From the moment your memory begins
you will unravel the senses in dark licorice words
by crackling light.

We will throw lithium on the fire
and watch the shadows turn red
in our laughter

...just children, really, despite our age...

The night will wane as good nights always do,
and we'll sleep on and off in the chairs,
in the midst of the other's story.
It won't matter, as it all becomes a dream anyway
and we'll never tend the fire till it gives up it's coal.

At 5 am our voices will be hoarse
and our legs will be angry at us for pretzeling them,
so we will rise to make strong coffee.
You, grinding powder brown beans,
and me finding two perfect cups for hand holding,
brushing past you electric in the process.

After the brew, after our lives have been told, 
at the precise red photograph of sunrise,
we will sleep.

My head will fall sullen on your shoulder, 
angry at my inability to control my eyes to stay with you a moment more,
and this new world, which has spun at twice it's
normal speed since meeting you,

will suddenly, 
be still.

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2nd Chances

Have you ever wondered if there really were second chances?
Do you believe in them?
I once thought that we get as many chances needed
But I guess that I thought wrong…
The first chance is always hard
To get back up on your feet
But I still hold on to that bit of hope…

Like the stars!
I'll keep going till I burn out
Like a river!
I'll keep pushing forward till I dry out
Simply because…
I have someone right behind me
And I believe that I have a second chance now
Which means that second chances are real!
But this is true once you have someone to love
Who loves you back as well…

Though you may think that many obstacles are too tough
To simply break right through…
And once you have fallen deep enough into your own hole
Do you believe that you can get back out?
My life had nothing but holes
And a few ditches as well
But I now can keep going because of her…

Like a rose!
I'll keep living till I wither away
Like a river!
I'll keep flowing till there's no way
Simply because…
I have someone who believes in me
And I believe that I have a second chance now
Which means that second chances are real!
This is very true once you have someone to love
Who loves you back as well…

The first chance is always hard
To get back up on your feet
But I still hold on to that bit of hope…

Like the stars!
I'll keep going till I burn out
Like a river!
I'll keep pushing forward till I dry out
Simply because…
I have someone right behind me
And I believe that I have a second chance now…
Like a rose!
I'll keep living till I wither away
Like a river!
I'll keep flowing till there's no way
Simply because…
I have someone who believes in me
And I believe that I have a second chance now
Which means that second chances are real!
This is very true once you have someone to love
Who loves you back as well…
And…that is why I will always be happy
Because I have someone like her…

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She Called Him Wind

It was in the early fall when the colors of life were changing
Leaves painting a new carpet on the sidewalk
Eyes meeting 
Exchanging glances
A pounding noise
Was that his heart?
Candleights and dinner
A starlit night                                                 
Weeks passed
He could not stay but vowed return and she called him Wind
She said the wind never stayed but took her breath
Fanned her spark into a flame
Then left again before the rain
A kin to the elements but
A stranger to the storms he left behind
 Years passed
Time was now the enemy as he returned to find her gone
Fighting tears and memories
Reaching for the arms that once held him
Hearing her voice in the heavens
And she called him Wind.

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A Leaf

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

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Close My Eyes.....

               and dance....
                    on the shore
                  to music playing
                      in my head
           flowing beyond me
        To skim the surface
     of gentle water
Midnight moon
shines its solemn eyes
upon my surrender

Sea side swaying....

Melodies that drift
     to touch me within
       As my body moves
          to sounds of distance.....

I smile......

                            This ocean ballet
                          that I perform
                      becomes my joy
          on a night time sky
              Stars twinkle
                I feel my heart beat
                     in time to wind
                       that sweeps my lips
                              with tender hands

Sea side swaying....

                                    I find myself within
                                 moving to violins
                     that float upon the air
                          Only I hear
                 My fluid grace
                    I feel my soul give way
                           to the happy I deny
                             to the laughter I hold in

Sweet salt waves

                      Brilliant shades
                   of dark and sky

Sea side swaying....

                            Sweeping me in
                Tides that bind me
       Capturing my essence
         Pure silk flow
              of destiny

                Ah...this dance....
  How it motions to my soul
               to believe in the impossible
                        to hope for my tomorrow

                         Sand...bare feet...
                     tanned legs...
             tumbling desire

           I reside here
             upon a wonderland
               of fantasy and hope..
                  Fairy tales and white knights
                                 my right
                        As I hear the refrain
                       of love and soul
         upon the Sea side breeze

Sea side swaying

                       My forever Dance...

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Her Lover

Moving quietly so not to wake her,
My lover half covered sighs like a purr,
We have had our pleasure
And now it's time for me to leave.
But the sight and smell causes me
A moment's thrill as I remember
our first kiss.
But I must leave, no time to dwell,
Thoughts of what could be,
Bow down to what life must be.
Without her my life is grey,
At home my other life awaits,
Here I am a lover,
At home I am needed -
but as a wife and mother.

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Time Left to Repeat

Round and round 
Round and round we go 
life after life drowned 
in this world we think we know 
past to present then back to past again 
lives lost but are not dead 
those thought dead brought back again 
children of the past once again go to bed 
for those unable to comprehend 
time repeats from the cradle to the grave 
then starts the beginning of the end 
despite all efforts that we gave 
and is then reversed 
never to change like a song that's been rehearsed 
leaving many hearts needing a mend 
within this cycle that seems to never end. 

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How I Danced!

The night is cold, awaiting the early light of dawn
My body shivers, my feet like ice, I long for sleep but it does not come 
Like so many lonely hours in the darkness
The ache of my bones so cruel and relentless

Tears on my pillow, I once again slip from the warm covers
Leaving the placid breath beside me, never knowing I’ve gone
I would give so much to have the peace of slumber
The chance to dream of an earlier life, one that is gone now

Where I danced with the clouds on a warm spring day
Ran in the woods chasing butterflies or a humming bird 
The gentle breeze brushing against my skin
My soul free to be who I am, without the pain of this withering shell

Some nights I long for an end to this misery
Life has dealt such a difficult challenge
But more often, I sit in the dim light of the morning
Remembering my youth and the freedom that it gave

How I laughed in its face, knowing I would always be young
That I would always be ready to take on the world unencumbered
How naïve…and how unappreciative of the wonders of my youthful body
Pushing the limits of this fragile home to my soul, never fearing an end to my 

But the dawn comes, and I bravely go on to face another day
Determined to make it the best possible
Although this life, even with it’s wicked edge, so unexpected
Arrived before I was ready to give up my wonderful dance of freedom

I rub my twisted joints, warming them near the fire
Knowing that, even through the pain there is hope
For my mind is sharp, my wit is clever 
And I may yet find joys in the brightness and warmth of this new sun

For I can still hear the birds sing their happy tunes
Watch the grandchildren’s innocent play, their melodic giggles of joy
And remember how it was not so long ago…
And how I danced! 

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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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Fanned Dream Sand

Boundless, the possibilities for dreamers; Interval visions for believers freeing time of structured sand, sifting through clock’s hands, allowing fanned imaging’s unfettering strands to now literally expand sieving pictures through dreamtime’s siever. Boundless, the possibilities for dreamers. © All Rights Reserved by Author 2/15/15 I’d name this form: Etheree Hourglass

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Simplicity's Gifts

Cockle shell candles and firefly lights
padding the path to the woods
Grass crunched and scattered in weeds and in patterns
of the way every garden should look
Cobblestone herb baths and sleepy old stars
shooting the breeze in the dark
Waiting for someone to wish and discover
the cobblestone path in their heart
Night time is patient and fragile and ancient
with secrets just bursting to share
Turn up the jasmine and glow in the shadows
with eyes open wide to the moon
Luxuries lunar light swinging old stars
parading their final hurrah
Flittering fireflies brush up on moves as they
follow the trails of the heart
Pumpkin shaped lanterns delight the warm eye
orange and gold muted voice
Hanging from tree limbs bent down to oblige
and also to be understood
Fly on with sonar and pipe cleaner wings
soaring above all the lights
Lit up like secrets, hovering, weaving
simplicity's gifts of the night...

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Pink Pink Pink

Pink- Pink- Pink- Every peak has its own attractions, Like the mountains, The mounts of a woman, Have always remained, Her pride possessions. 01 It has the charms, More intoxicating than wine, As it reveals the beauty, Of a woman's alluring binds. 02 These mounts gives, The wings of imagination and colors, In the mind of an artist, And they arise the passion, In lovers mind.03 Their rise and fall, Has shaken great empires, Under their cool and peaceful shade, The dreams of a child form shapes. 04 Its serenity has given birth, To most pious and holy figures on Earth, And their warmth have shaped the dreams, Of many powerful kingdoms on Earth.05 They feed life giving milk, To every new born light, Every time they laugh and cry, These lofty mounts, Help in forming shapes, When the child begins its story. 06 But these pride possessions, Of a woman, These lofty inspirations, Of Poets, Writers and Artists, These magical charms Which often become more attractive, Than the face of a woman, Are facing, A wide spread pollution,* Which is the unwanted gift of Modern living and They are also the gifts, Of worst living habits, Adopted by thousands, and millions of woman, As they fall prey, Before the charms, And shows of modern generation. 07 Many such wonderful women, Who are in the grip of this pollution,* Have brought this curse on them, Mostly because, Of their own follies and errors. 08 Many such suffering women, Can really get rid of, From the curse of this pollution,* If only they can show, The courage to adopt, The natural way, Of living and breathing, Possible under the boon like shade, Of real Yoga. 09 The reasons, Of the distortions,* Of their pink pink ribbons, Are mainly the results, Of their own creations, And these results, Are not something, For which, One should blame, The destiny or God every time. 10 Some of the serious reasons are, Not caring rightly, For one’s own pride possessions, And the lack of, Physical manipulations. Not keeping, A cool and calm mind, And eating, From morning till night, All the junk foods and wine. 11 And working, Beyond all time limits, While stressing, your peaceful mind. 12 Running and more running To catch others, So that you may not leg behind. 13 And madly crying, For more and more wealth, Even if you have sufficient, For your life time. 14 Are the reasons, Which invite the pollution,* To sow its rotten seeds, To spoil, The enchanting valley, Which exists, Amid the mounts of, Pink pink flowers. 15 The pollution,* Can still be derived out, With the little practice of Yoga, But it remains untouched, And unsung about, By most of the modern women. 16 These otherwise elegant women, Regularly face the problems, Of distress, Lack of peace, And sound sleep. Which ultimately take away, Their happiness, And coolness of mind, Resulting in strengthening more, The un sprouted seeds of pollution.* 17 Still it is not too late, If they can only change, Their life styles, Their eating and drinking habits, And adopt from today, The way of natural living, By adopting, The boon like Yoga. 18 As the practice of Yoga, Not only add years to your life, But life to your years, as well. 19 Ravindra Kanpur India 15th Nov. 2012 *Pollution- The other name of Cancer. Those who want to share their views on My above Poem may write to me on my yahoo mail id: I would welcome your brief comments and if possible I will reply you. Thanking you in anticipation. Ravindra K Kapoor Inspired by Poet Destroyer I am dedicating this Poem to all those women of the world, who are facing any such problem of Pollution* And to those also who are not facing it, so that their life my feel the joy of living under the blessings of Yoga. Ravindra
TO OVERCOME OR TO TAKE PRECAUTION ON THIS PROBLEM UP TO SOME EXTENT- ONE CAN START WITH ANY ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR ALL FIVE OF THE SIMPLE YOGA EXERCISES I HAVE GIVEN IN MY ‘YOGA IN POEM’ SERIES 1 TO 5 ON POETRY SOUP IT- SELF. YOUR COMMENTS WOULD BE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. IMPORTANT NOTE: The best effects of Yoga can only be obtained if it includes the main exercises of essential ‘PRANAYAMA’ otherwise it wouldn’t yield the desired results and PRANYAM should be learn properly first. Ravindra K Kapoor

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The rainbow of reason ends
With a pot of gold and jabberwocky.
When hippocampus dwells in solitary,
                    forgotten dormitories
of the expatriated mind.

In planned visits 
To familiar spaces,
When elapsed faces are still hailed with fervor, 
         and hasty,		
                      vivid candor,
As though they had never gone.

Deep in thought
In cavernous bowels tangled lost, 
Remote repartees recurring restlessly. 
  	                    and ever leery	
of echoing footsteps anxiously nearing, as though someone might overhear. 

As even eyes fail to mirror
The twilight of past vigor,
Speaking in feeble voices muddled beneath walls,
            beneath walls,
	           beneath walls,
	                     beneath walls.
Walking politely in ancient, and empty, imaginary halls.

The stars stop still and unfleeting
Listening to last breaths, and the heart’s last beating,
To hearken timid last words from the past's last illusions,
            past apparitions,
                         past veritas
                                   past delusions,
Where celestial alae still go a-flutter with lost aspirations.

When the frail hand that once held and sheltered
Cannot even rattle dandelion clocks,
Or crush delicate imago wings into dust,
          and caress, 
                  and feel,
                           and touch, 
Save for Elysian veldts
Where the rainbow of reason ends.

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A February Mid-Life Musing

Another year has come - chillingly - and more chillingly for me than in decades heretofore. I watch it ranting from my window as I recall. . . . The year already past had tugged me from those tame and toasty days when I lay face up to sun dreaming that my summer would never end. It brought me to this winter when it withered up and died, but half a century and more of memories had fallen for me by now. Like pretty crystal flakes they fell, drifting through my mind - places, events and people. Oh, those people I looked up to in my youth - fallen as the snow! How many pretty snow flakes have melted now away? Only my memories of them remain. . . memories now piled up like snowdrifts in my brain. Yes, the newborn year has arrived. Just one month old and already, it has lost its crawl. This infant’s aging process parallels, on the larger scale, that fleeting span of time known as life - a time that all the living undergo. The new year carries on (as must we all) to soon complete its cycle. Let it bluster. Let it wail. Let it rattle at my door, for soon enough, all signs of it will cease.
For Chris D. Aechtner's "Free Verse for Winter" Contest And now for P.D's Latest Contest By Andrea Dietrich I am entering this one for three reasons" 1)It's getting so late and it was the first one that sprang out at me in my alphabetized poetry list 2) It is about the way I felt after the New year and it's about that same time again! 3) It's a free verse ,which I don't normally do, which I felt good about and even Chris liked it in his contest!

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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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Time Does Not Stand Still

Time Does Not Stand Still Yesterday is remembered And tomorrow we have not seen Uncertainty and memories Surround us in today. The cycle never changes And time does not stand still -- Remembrances from yesterday -- And tomorrow, not yet known. Designs of life surround us As we live inside today -- Looking back at yesterday -- And, ahead, to – uncertainty. Yesterday is history -- Tomorrow, who can say? Today is certain, to a point -- And time does not stand still. Written By John Posey 07/21/13 Inspired By Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam By Rudyard Kipling The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

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Do You Ever Think of Me

Do you ever think of me,
though much time has passed and
we have not talked, we have not met?
Do you ever wonder how I am,
what I've done, where I've been?
Do you ever picture in your mind
how the years have changed my face,
lined my brow, slowed my pace?
I often think of you, as you were,
when I'm we two
would talk the night away then
greet the day with smiles and laughter --
ready to face the roads ahead,
the crooked miles we'd walk alone --
but, after, waiting to relax again,
to smile once more, trusting that
we'd meet some time and talk till day,
with nothing changed that counts at all...
still all smiles, all hugs, all laughter.

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"As a boy, I believed her to be indestructible....
....then there came a day when my Mother felt so light and frail. 
This moment helped me to become a man."

Admiring the frost blossoming 
in-between the antique window panes,
for just as snowflakes,
no two blossoms of frost are identical --

A fractalized, crystalline collage
of kaleidoscopic pyramids,
moving in and out of this frozen web 
which catches sunlight as prey,
instead of ghastly house flies.

The new shoots of an indoor spider plant
add a whole new level of nature's artistry
by casting shadows of spiders
into the ever-growing icy web.
The play of shadow and light,
invokes a plethora of memories,
including the time when only her eyes
could be seen through breaks in the frosted panes.
Those eyes.
Separated from the other features of her face,
they had taken on a whole new meaning altogether.

She wasn't as invincible as formerly believed,
wondering if life had something more to offer;
if she had the strength to make the right choices.
Exactly like a cold winter's day,
filled with so many depictions and details
of chilly death and crisp, brittle branches
swaying in the biting wind and frozen landscape -
all of the time knowing
how power and renewal lurks beneath the surface.
One simply needed the strength to wait it out.

And just as this frost growing 
in-between the window panes will melt,
Mother's struggles had also melted away
into a warmer pond filled with lotus flowers and koi,
relishing in the golden years,
possibly wondering if her son still remembered
the unguarded glance shared so many years before.

Her son had been on the outside looking in,
and now, for this frozen moment in time,
he is on the inside, looking out.

Chris D. Aechtner       All Rights Reserved

*An older post that has already been entered into a past contest.  

Constance's 'Mother' contest

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Blue Harvest Moon

Comes silently
on sorrel moccasins

roosted on tortoiseshell
of root cellar

singing, stumbling
in numb imaginings

lit with half-light
squeezed in jars
of russet and avocado

a cornice of sky
split with laughter
for broken arrowheads
gold and silver among leaves

air billowed white
from lips
soft frail bones
of snowflakes
magically appear
scattering in breath
taken away
into apple night

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While I was standing near My Autumn tree

The audio version of the Poem can also be heard on my You Tube 
Channel 'RavindraKK1' or by using  the below given URL

While I was standing near My Autumn tree The Sun was fading, with all its grandeur and beauty, Somewhere far, very far away amid the Poplar trees. I was in a state of enchanted stillness, Beholding the gold which was showering on me, With every gush of wind coming from the east. The earth was wrapped in a lovely darkness, Slowly the Sun rays slipped away from the hands of the evening, but It embraced the night in her arms perhaps to console its forlorn heart. I was glued with the fragrance of Autumn, while the Sun was still fading slowly, Leaving only a yellow and radish glow in the sky. The golden leaves of Poplar were still falling on me, Coming to me while flying from the Poplar tree. Suddenly the birds said adieu to me, reminding me once again the passing of time, While I was standing near my Autumn tree. Ravindra Kanpur India 4th Sept. 2011
Poem submitted in honor of Brian Strand's contest SEPTEMBER-YOUR CHOICE

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The Grand Reunion

The time will come...Then, let me lie easy in a box of natural pine
And please, no bouquets of store bought flowers will I want
Give the money instead to a soup kitchen, they need it more
A flower from your garden or the fields will do just fine

I'd love music; if there is I will hang around a little longer
Just listen as the soft breeze blows, I'll be whispering good byes
Should it rain that day, I'll dance in the puddles as I did as a child
Filled with excitement as cool drops rivulet down my face

As music wafts upon the wind, perhaps I'll frolic bare feet in lush green grass
Perchance it'd be a sunny day, I'd twirl in fields of golden wheat
Then anxiously, run to the whitest of white, sugar- fine sands
Stand on blue green ocean's edge; be teasingly chased by crested waves

Suddenly, I'd realize that I have all eternity; that time no longer has claims on me
I'd stand upon an ageless boulder; feel the vibration of rolling waves
All the while laughing as the ocean sprays cool mists gently wash my face
As I await the awesome moment - the grand reunion of light to light

For Paula Swanson's "When" Contest

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Fall of a Melancholic

Tracing back…
that is what I am doing now,
just tracing back
along this woodland path,
in an attempt to grasp remnants
of a time 
when I felt so alive, yet dying.

Thoughts and memories,
they fall  like these leaves,
a melange of confusion, beauty and frailty

Swept away by the wind, scattered
or swept into a pile, unified.

Either way, they can be stomped on,
brittle leaves crushed into a satisfying crunch.

All around me, 
there’s a profusion of vermilion, gold and copper
but those reds have always been my favorite—
so alive, yet can also mean bleeding.

I see a pumpkin carved out, 
a creepy smile adorning its face
A chuckle escapes from my lips,
remembering that time 
when laughter lived in harmony
with love.

Now, I am not sure anymore…
Because how can something 
that had so much hope, so verdant,

I am a fool, for the answers 
are so obvious—
I only need to look at these leaves.

So much like our lives, these seasons…

Not very long,
I will be staring up at argentine skies.

The thought of it gives me chills—
I pray for spring.


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I don't know of later

That I am alive today
Is His grace I should exalt.
That I conceives thoughts
And am able to interprete them
Into words for minds to receive
Is another reason I think
He deserves my praise.

This new episode of my life
Is like a dream.
A dream that
Perhaps I know 
Where its starts
But I don't know 
Where and when
It will end.

A nation of pieces may not contain
My words,
My feelings,
My emotion,
My desires...
For now.
I don't know of later.

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'Rediscover Me'

- "If you can walk away today, would you?"
Somehow that question stuck in her mind as she was packing things in her suitcase Can it really be this easy? I hope not she thought - How can one just pack up and go? How do you forget the things that you cherished for half your life things that made the most sense even those you identified as your own? How did you become the stranger in the family portrait? So unrecognizable lifeless hair, a face that reflect weariness With an absent smile I never realized I've lost myself somehow, somewhere I got stuck while everyone around me continued to grow stagnant I became - because I worried about everybody else and forgot to love me maybe it's time I rediscover me - 'cause how can one give love when you don't love yourself? So this is not goodbye, no I'm not leaving you... Just taking some time out to rediscover me ---
*Inspired by so many situations out there* @270620121100

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Rivers of Time

Like rivers of time / our lives drift by /
as seasons / providing  the trees / 
acquire soft, green leaves / and then in time / 
turning red and golden / shed their leaves.

Travelers in time are all / like a wind 
sweeping across the plains of life / visitors in a temporary land / 
enjoying moments of bright sunny days / filled with fun and joy /
soon to be followed by sudden storms / 
and then dark hours / followed again by 
the brightness of the day / rivers of time /
carrying each traveler through his day / waiting /
waiting for the next to arrive /

Time an ever moving thing / a river /
carrying each person / in turbulent white water /
or calm flowing streams / through all events of life /
then stranding him on a rocky and barren shore / or 
other times / gently laying him upon soft and lush meadows / 
to rest as in a quiet and calm place /

Finally on the appointed day / a call goes forth / and
the wayfarer receives his summons / to quickly go /
moving through time / to stand in a queue / moving to an unknown space /
together with others summoned / to appear at some distant place /

The queue is formed / the line moves forward / the time has arrived
to board / those great ships of time / like the giant Leviathan / casts
off from near harbors / and then ever moving / to arrive at some distant

Like rivers of time / our lives drift by / a season at a time /
travelers all / in a moment in time.

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Sweet Slamming Nate D.

I am dreaming
I am fantasizing
On how I want to put them in your face
Oh! Nate, my fate,  
they are a set
I use for bait.
Just sit down,
have some coffee.
No need to talk,
tell me if you like what you see
Give me the wrong look,
and I will slap you with thee.
Okay King Mandalay,
It's  with me you want to play.
Come on don't be shy follow me inside.
Not a single word I want you to say
Now close your eyes while I go hide.
You are now in a game of hypnotized
Babe, do not expect a quick ride
I will take you on my wild surprise
If you tag me, you can have me.
We can play another game of slip and slide
King of mine I only want to play my way.
Lets forget about everything,
Lets enjoy a slam bam you started today.
I enjoyed the tapping of your ding.
With your words that took my breath away.
How about you toss an awesome E-mail
Explain what about me you want to nail
Okay My Sweet now its time to sleep
By morning time, you will rise and shine.
Awaken with my set upon your face.
Oh ! Yes I am going to make you mine.
Before I have to leave your place.
One more time I give you permission to climb.
And finish invading my private space
Now I am done fooling .
Why are you still drooling
Time for you to get some cooling.
Why are you stalling.
I already gave you more than a smoke.
Tell you what 
Continue to keep your mouth shut.
Something with you must be up.
Go ahead lets start over, 
No need for you to be a big shot.
I will be nice to the roll of the dice.
To see who ends up on top. ((cq+cq))

By: P.D.
**Here you go my sweet Nathan D., ** 
.                             ((cq+cq))

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Danny Boy's ** Hot Wheels


Here you go Danny 
it is time to move and play along.
I am amused by your poetry song.
Sorry it had to come to this ..
Lets play with my Barbie's
Before you really get real pisssss!! : )

Danny boy, you got me so far way up your ass.
You remind me of a boy from my first grade class.
How he loved his hot wheels, and picking on me.
Chasing one another was such a blast.
Until that one day I kicked his ass.
That is what he gets for trying to kiss on me.
Now here comes a new Danny boy slamming my way.
Danny I am older now so careful with what you say.
By the power of grace skull.
Was your way of making me laugh.
Danny stop pulling my piggy tails.
Every time your shooting gas.

What is that move you played, when you stung like a bee.
Last time you call yourself a butterfly girly boy.
And by the way your he-man slam had nothing on me.
I am just waiting here for you to destroy.
I will give it to you again one more time easily.
In the next round I am not going to toy with you boy
I am going to hurt you and make you realize you just got trashed.
I am going to make you cry like a little boy.
Step on your hot wheels, until they are completely smashed
Your sugar and jam is a set up for my next decoy.
Danny your hot wheel by now are burning ass
I will keep burning your rubber, to see how long you last.
Here's another head on collision for you to bash.
Buddy all hot wheels come to and end when they crash.
The Poet Destroyer is sending you a warning  of a small whiplash

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'The butterfly within'

I always dwelled on my faults my shortcomings never saw the beauty others saw hidden beneath the insecurity falter in search of validation from the things and people that would never mean a thing trying to hide until that day it was easier to face the truth or maybe not easier just a time where running away and cheating myself ripped through the core of everything that is me you come to a point where lying to yourself is not second nature anymore trapped in a space where you know it’s time for change it’s time to take the blindfold off time to embrace you and not what others see, not look for gratification from outside try to feel within, even if it means having to deal with pain in the now instead of chucking it away and bounce around on an emotional see-saw

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Mystique Lady and the Unicorn - Nikko -

Mystique Lady and the Unicorn  (collaboration ~NIKKO)


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

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

I am the last Unicorn in existence

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

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

and I shall dream of you forever

Betray me not please by handing me to the men

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

by~ POET D.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Collaboration with * NIKKO


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Hard is the rock, yet it does roll, beneath the oceans
Swift currents its rough edges become smooth, rounded
But it makes no sound; it is the silence of stone.
Gray is granite, as markers grave marker, yet in times
Harshness the names that speak for a life lost, is vanquished
Do to erosion and the elemental tides of nature, thus is the
Silence of stone reinforced.
Cast down are the mountains of greatest beauty, due to
The ravishing of time, natural monuments reaching upwards
Unto the very heavens themselves, yet these are divine alpines,
Remain left in the shadow of the silence of stone, unable to speak.
Burn does not the eternal soul of our world, a cores heart of flame,
Heating our inner desire to thrive and survive as a species, but if it’s
Fiery furnish pilot light flickered out, turning our planet inside and out.
Would we be able to cry out for helps support, nay behold the true silence
Of stone.
Ideal statues of forbidden deities, stand covered beneath the
Rain forest canopies of the past, nay forgotten by their idol
Worshipers, vanquished, crippled they do crumble to the ground,
Banished Gods, in the silence of stone.
Grinding, cutting humanity tries in vain to leave its eternal
Mark, for generations in the future to know that we existed,
Carving epic figures amongst the rocky tops most high,
But we are the dinosaurs of our own mortality,
And in this venue, behold the stone remains
Silent not revealing our existence.
As the thundering asteroid giants of heaven, cascade
Ever closer to us from above, the world still casts
Rocks of ignorance against their kindred brethren,
Denying that the collision is due to happen no
Matter what.
But stone never shatters, it’s solid,
And it weighs heavy on the intellectual mind,
But stone ears remain dual of sound, again
The silence is deafening.
Hard is the rock, yet it does roll, beneath the oceans
Swift currents its rough edges become smooth, rounded
But it makes no sound; it is the silence of stone.


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Beyond A Last Goodbye

If it were my time to pass
  that last
    ...where I needed to pick and choose
       the proper words to use
         On that one last night, my eyes would see the stars that shine
           or shadow of the moon
             And the time we thought would be forever was over
                And the paths we walked, must now be severed

       Never would I want to see your tears
       Never would I want to measure time, or loss, or what the years have cost

       I would hope to walk my thoughts through clover
       I would hope to find my voice rising like a silver sound
       As a white moth drifting…from flower to white flower
       Peaceful and sure
       Person to person
       With love, assurance, gratitude
       However the words be said…
       I pray that they will leave in their void…a peace, instead

For days have slid into years, years into decades
       If death silences the words
       Nothing will silence the truth of what we have shared
       Nothing will silence how much we have loved

 For goodbye is just a word, a simple word that does not matter…

       I will be the white moth….forever, I’ll hover
                  When goodbyes must be said
                     Don't dwell on the sadness,  we'll be here together…

                         I will still be here….I will be your wings
                         I will flutter my own, we will need no words
                                  Watch for me….that moth will be me
                                        and the voice you hear


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Today Not Tomorrow

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Samir Georges 

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You Already Know

I'm not great.
I'm not extraordinary,
But I'm okay knowing that
Just as long as you 
Love me
For being
Who I am when I'm 
Discovering who I am
And how I cope.
I don't work with metal;
I don't work with wood.
All I have are my words,
Spoken in 
Hopefully, a poetic way.
I speak and I speak,
But when I write,
In a way,
Nothing gets spoken.
I'm not motivational;
I'm not inspirational,
But as long as I 
Move a wistful soul
From time to time, I'm good.
I'm cold,
But it seems
I'm running out 
Of time 
And people to talk to.
I want to speak
With my words, but
It seems only my
Ranting of how I'm 
Stuck and lost 
Gets my point across.
I can send your mind
In a spin;
Only because 
I am constantly spinning
With overindulgences 
Such as
Being loved 
And even hated.
I spin from giving,
And, in return, 
Being spun some more.
Puzzles compose
Every metaphor.
Life in general;
Only, I tend 
To put pieces 
Where they belong,
Then come to discover
That, later, they grow
And start to mesh.
I don't know
If, looking back, 
I'll only see me 
Waisting my time 
Or looking over
What helped me through it.
I couldn't tell you
That everything I cherish
Will be there
Or even here tomorrow.
The ones who understand 
And know more
Of me than I do myself
Are the ones that
Keep me spinning.
So, here is me speaking.
I feel as if 
I'm looking through 
A narrow telescope
That is covered 
On the other end.
I see 
What I choose to see,
But what's that to 
The world?
They don't have the time
To keep up 
Or slow down;
Going their steady pace
Until they find the time 
To waste it.
I wish,
I hope,
I wander,
But no matter
Where I go, 
I only see 
That I'm finding nothing.
My mind
Is tired, 
But my emotions
Are ready to fight.
Bring it on;
I can and
Continue to take your shots.
Take me-
Hold me in your arms
Until I'm safe
And fall asleep...
Maybe when I wake up
I won't be scared, confused,
Torn and lonely.
Maybe I'll wake up and realize
It was a dream and I'm safe
Because you are there.
I'm not great.
I'm not extraordinary,
But you know who I am 
And love me for it.

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The Wrecking Ball

There she stands... cold, alone, behind the gated fence
Old bricks and mortar still clinging to the earth
Fighting an enemy with each gasping breath
Against the war of time and death

Still regal, behind this chain link moat
Revealing a glimpse of what had been
With boarded eyes, the windows that watched us learn
Where teachers stood and wrote our names upon the board
And gave us wealth, while we absorbed

Like sponges, soaked, we kept in places stored
But each piece of what I've taken from this place
Became in part of what I would become
So little did we know while we were young
How swiftly flies the time from when we're thrown
Into the world of vast unknowns
So far away from all our childhood comfort zones...

My dreams still play with friendships now long gone
Yet holding hands our shadows linger on
Laughter rings, as feet run through the halls
How sad it is to see it now

For soon the wrecking ball will force this giant to it's knees
I see the ghost of children at their games
Racing beyond their childhood in the shade
Red wagons pull my childhood back in time
Farewell to time, she was a grand old school of mine

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Time for a walk

The sun hung low in the sky
And the light was beginning to fade
Maggie the Schnoodle and Jack the Retriever
Stood before me 
Tails wagging
Noses pointing to leashes
Looking expectantly
Tapping their toe/paw 
Checking the clock
Clearly reminding me
It was now time for their daily walk.

Okay, I promised. We'll go after I do just one more thing.
I’ll just check my email, oh and just search Google on that one thing I heard about...
Oh look there, well I wonder if anyone’s done any research on that, let’s see...
Well, hmmm, are there any blogs with opinions on the matter, let’s see…
Ah ha! I must bookmark this page and come back to it,
For I must take the dogs out before it gets dar………………k?

How can it be? Where did the sun go? 
Why, only a moment ago there was plenty of light.
Alright Jack, let's go Maggie …how 'bout a walk by the light of the moon?

Inspired by Laura McKenzi's "Beyond (an un-named time that follows day)fall" contest.

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Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde's Love Poem

I love how your long chestnut hair flows over your gentle shoulders,
And when the sun searches you out for a moment, your hair sparkles…

Because I lit a match and threw it into that rat infested hair ball that you
Waste all your time on.  Next up is your head which I’m going to rip…

Don’t listen to him.  I’m mesmerized by your deep blue eyes, when they lovingly
Gaze In my direction.  I will never make you shed a tear, my dear…

But I’m going to kick you about this filthy house.  It looks like all you’ve
Done all day is piss in the wind.  And stop your crying; your baggy eyes are…

Ignore him, my love.  Your soft, gentle touch upon my face arouses my senses to new Heights.  All my cares wash away as your aquiline hand slowly glides along my arm…

What the hell does he know?  If you don’t get your boney hand off me, I’m going to break it In half.  And the next time I catch you trying to be nice I’m going to throw you out with…

Stop that, Hyde.  Sorry, my love, but as I was saying, your body is a masterpiece sculpted out of the finest treasures.  I’m in awe of its supple curves, how it flinches to the touch…

Oh, shut up Doc, you’re killing me.  And speaking of killing, I feel like pummeling
The living daylights out of your emaciated, piece of good for nothing…

Please be mine baby, before I’m lost forever to…

I’m in charge, so get over here and take it like…

I’m fading, my love.  Hurry, say you’ll be mine.  Save us.

I’m going to tear you apart.  You’re no baby, you’re a…

Save me, before the monster wins…

Too late, Dr., she will be all mine soon…

Just a kiss, my dear.  Just a…

‘Slap’, take that b****...

One kiss.  Now!  -The Dr. and his lover kiss-  Thank you, my love.  Let that vile 
Monster rest in peace, so that we will be left in peace from it for evermore.

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My Unchained Melody

                             In a fragile and nostalgic moment
                       Listening to music and words from the past
                            With tears running down my face
                      Dim lights..Unchained Melody fills the room
                         It reminds me of much needed touches
                           A time that was,and forever is gone

                      Like anyone else..I need to feel that loving aura
               Even though years has passed us by,we still have the future
             Hungry words and beautiful music will always keep me pulsating
                     Let me hold you close tonight..your body next to mine
                     Vibrating hearts..hectic rythm..passionate atmosphere
                      Let me be your Unchained Melody tonight my dear

February 29th 2012

I my opinion,Unchained Melody is the greatest song ever written.Both,lyrics as well as the music in that piece-hits my emotions each time I hear it:-)

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The Youth:
The clock's face smirks at me.
It mocks my glare and irks me.
I roll my eyes, it grinds its gears. 
I tap my pen, it tocks and sneers,  
its minute hand a finger
that flips me off and ticks me off...
This class will never end.

The Dead:
The clock is a useless tool, 
only taunting fools who let it,
only making rules that people fuel
by immersing their lives
in stringent time.

The Elder:
The clock 's face pities me.
It stares at me with sympathy.
It counts each white hair on my head.
It counts the lines that branch and spread
across my weary skin.  
It ticks and tricks just like a bomb 
counting down to an epilogue.
It counts my beats like a metronome
And tocks in foreign tongues.
Still, I dread the day 
this torture stops.

The Dead:
The clock is a useless tool,
measuring mortality,
narrowing vitality.
Don't let it tick-tock away 
the waning moments 
and fine components
of your final days.

For Craig's "Talking to Yourself" contest

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A Declaration On Independence Day

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

Dean Walker

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Pretentious Collaboration Written During Conversation (Credit to Emmily Rosa)

"Gotta job as a nanny!"
"Maybe they'll hire me as a butler"
"Butler and nanny always live
in close quarters"
She winks
He raises and eyebrow suggestively

"I love flirting with poets
"Indeed my dear, indeed.
We are a flirtatious, passionate creature"
"But we're also dramatists
and prone to murder and suicide"
"Yes, some may look down on our kind,
but goddamn, we ain't boring"

"The first time I read Bukowski,
it was like I rediscovered
some part of myself
that was missing
or that I'd hidden away
either consciously or subconsciously
years ago.
I might have to write that down.
New freeverse."
"Love when that happens"
"Me too.
That's one thing i love about talking to poets.
Conversations often turn into writing"
"Simple Ideas morph into insolent dreams.
There's my freeverse snippet of the day"

"A good poet may exaggerate,
but is no liar"
and exaggeration is like getting high,
makes everything better.
Possible Haiku?"

"Love is our strongest muse"
It's the most vital element to human life;
brings our greatest highs and deepest lows"

"The cool thing about dating poets
is that they don't give a care
if you get
caught up with someone else
and by caught up
I mean

"The white gown
drapes over your succulent frame
like a dress of beauty.
Your hair, rusty orchid
in the shade of the picture,
cascades down smooth cheeks
the hand can die happy
having once caressed."

"That was my mom's wedding dress.
I like rusty orchids,
and the Shakespearian ending
was a harpsichord
a saunter around my affection for the dead
I once was
came again to the meter of memory
an escapist serenade"

"Where does time go
when poets commerce?"

"Onto the paper"

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Train, Alone

I wail lonely
in your distances
as endless trestles travel I


I was here I was
on your horizons,
present in your town

Come, ride with me
Come, keep me 
from obsolescence, keep me

Without you
Within me
I am meaningless,

For how can I see, and, yes,
Who can I show,

If  not you... if not you... if not you 

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Time Unwinding

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

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The Beauty In Futility

my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 

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The truth in time

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

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

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

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

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

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carpe diem

the silver starlight embroidered the murmurs of that river
and he allowed himself to drown within the scent of ripe pears
flooding the air around him…
and while inhaling, he almost felt the threads of the past
knotting themselves in his chest,
memories hidden within the sweetness of the fragrance,
dizzying him like a strong wine…
he kept his breath for a moment…
‘you cannot hold time still…come on…exhale’,
he heard a voice inside him,
and he pushed the air out almost by force,
as if trying in the same time to exorcise his soul
of the remains of what-had-been-and-was-no-more…
‘too much dust in the air tonight’, he told himself,
and in the same moment he killed in the corner of his eye
the shadow of an almost born tear …

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Empty Portrait

Once I dared render
A trapping of quintessence
To hold fast all that is you
Somewhere upon my canvas

To capture your beauty
In pastels of feigned adoration 
From charcoaled scratched eyes
Slowly her face takes form

Searching yesterdays colours
To recapture the essence of your voice 
Now merely a passionate facsimile
Obtusely rendered in penciled arrogance

My sketching comes from experience
Tracings of agony felled of your eyes
From the easels edge drips my anguish 
Now a morass union of passivity

How I long to feel the heat of your fiery spirit…

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Dreaming of Legos MONOTETRA

Using Jared Picketts form Monotetra

Dreamt I was a giant last night running through Lego City height. Smashing it to pieces with might. Such a good fight, such a good fight! At some point city became real. And the buildings' pain I could feel. Big giants standing on the hill. Punching to kill, punching to kill! Cleaving off huge chunks of red brick. Asphalt flying but could not stick! Smashing through walls with a swift kick. Wanting this lick, wanting this lick. It was as real or though it seems smashing through the walls of my dreams, trying to break free with loud screams. No justice deems, no justice deems! My prison walls are very real. Wish it would help me to appeal. My soul grows stagnant with no zeal. To God I kneel, to God I kneel! Though we live in different worlds on a Merry-go-round that twirls. See diff'rent views as life unfurls. Tears cold as pearls, tears cold as pearls....
Inspired by Jonathan Taylor and Jared Pickett...

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The Silent Vigil

(A conjuncture of a
busy mind!)

Oh dear friend if
your health returns
As surely does the
rising sun
May it take this
unyielding waste
From your shallow
Sow the seeds of
To abide within your
And behold the
welcome of
Strength regained.

When within a
portrait of
So vain one scorns
the joys of life
While destiny left
to the will of God,
Yet I must not
confess this image
Only one of care and
Till the winter’s
eve of his life
stains death,
No time now I fear
of one’s self
Only the time to
seek out repentance.

Alas tis with a
woeful eye
That makes me seek
my conscience
Which deeply I
search to utter
What I have within
my heart,
To watch him close
to the Reaper
Where attempts to
Peals in tenderness
to restore
Life from the icy
clasp of death.

Oh this dwelling of
fear these lips
cannot express
Yet forever dear
friend in my memory

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Neon And Romance.

Sodden dripped of midnight words
A slurred plight 
Perhaps of tonight
Broken in the sobering dawn
In this smoky staleness
We meet in false courage
Eluding the touch 
The tenderness we cry for
Fearing heavy
Those frangible lovers
Remaining hidden
Behind bloodshot eyes
Masking the obvious veracity
Of a single hope 
A love repressed in the stupor
Of alcoholic comfort
Ever silently aching
In deadpanned hearts…

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I drop my words
Into a vacuum
-So there's enough room-
But they're vacuumed up
By the lack of air
'Cause I made no wings
To bear them

Without force
I let them go
I let gravity
Take it's course
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Go up in flames
Or slowly rust

All that's eternal
Is that's pure
Pain and hate
And love -no more

And I'm so scared
That it's all in my head
That life's a steady march
To dead
Dead ends
and culs-de-sac
Take one step forward
Then quick!
Turn back.

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Just hours each with sixty minutes
Each minute just sixty seconds
Time is ticking
Yet it feels like forever
So close but so far away
Wishing time to fast forward
Until the moment
You see me - I see you
This is when time will stop
Not a single second will tick
Nor a single minute move
Or the hour hand sway
Our moment
Will stand outside of time
A space that's just yours and mine
Not measured or timed
Free from the clock

It's in this moment
That memories are made
They have no timeline
Memories last forever
Like the moment I met you
And the moments you smiled
When I heard your voice
Joyful tremors travelled me inside
The moments of laughter
The glimpses of your eyes
Even every question - every thought
Are moments - treasures- for a lifetime

With every heartbeat, every breath
Every part of my body mind and soul
Waiting in anticpation
For the hours to go by
Minutes to pass
Seconds to tick, tick, tick
Then our moment begins

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Bending Spoons


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

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

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

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

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

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

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Butterfly Rust

~With a red cloisonne butterfly welded
to the end of the metal, the wire, I wrapped you
and cut off the circulation in my pinky finger.
I laughed with a nervousness
given to caffeine,
and popped two sticks of peppermint gum
in my mouth.~

"Always remember me", you said with a smile
of darkness, of truth, to insanely beguile
the roof off my brain, pulling all of my thoughts
to the sky to condense, concreting the pain.

(Conundrum to imprison a butterfly brightly
to metal in what looks like nail polish red
Funny to think that this same time next year
I'll still be here thinking the things that you said

You will be breaking up wine glasses toasting
and you will be setting the sun every night
and maybe you'll think of me somewhere
in passing, but somehow I can't think that that would be right.)

I never liked cloisonne, I'd rather remember
the moment I met you when all was still free
and nervously, as I unwrapped my desire,
I'd rather it there, that you remember me.

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The October After

How far have we come,
with these days growing tall
like long smooth laurel,
tell me,
how can I go on,
no longer reaching,
your bare marble skin, blue eyes,
too wise to cry,
I know,
I must, forget you faster...
yet the hours do not go,
for I'm still yearning,
but our footprints
are lost,
with the falling

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A Ripple in Time

 A summer day, a gentle breeze
As butterflies float with ease
The morning dew,  the setting sun
The rising moon, and starry skies
Woven with an ethereal thread  as one
  As webs of time are  spun

A tender kiss, a hug, a smile
Moments of sweet caress
Upon the edge of time they rest
 Memories that the heart remember best

Like the flicker of a flame
Time dances with illusive grace
Making waves as years go by
Rolling like the river wild

Precious moments are like ripples in time
Echoing through the corridors of the mind
And replayed when the  reminiscent  wind
Make those golden memories chime

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The Last Masterpiece

She flowed out of his sable brush 
As if form became fluid
Indigo blue the first of hues
Each stroke a caress …

A teardrop sliding down his face
His memories piercing his heart
Sighs and a deep breath 
His lifetime masterpiece awaits …

Silver lit hair black as night
Her Indigo eyes abrim with love
Soft white skin transparent
A white spotted dress of cornflower blue 
silk trimmed waist
Forever imprinted in Memory
A testament to their Love

Raising his hand wrinkled through time
the curve of her breast takes shape
her form follows next …

Pausing for thought ,
he remembers a day etched fast in his mind
Around her head , 
Mists of water rainbow hues
Behind her a waterfall of crystal blue
Shadow and shape suggest beings
The faeries she hoarded
Dancing like angels around her head
These he added as she would be pleased …

His hand starts to shake 
effort and time taking its toll
mad with mother time 
robbing him of his one great gift
this would be his last …

Pouring 50 years of marriage 
His heart and soul
Smeared , brushed , and smudged
Light and dark no dis chord
Finished he is complete
His one great masterpiece
His wife his love …

Packing away his palette
an artisan to his gift
closing the lid on colour
washing his brushes 
and cleaning knives
Weathered hands tremble
Reaching for a glass
The bottle , a sherry he saved ,
from a golden anniversary
their last …

Taking a sip he closes his eyes
waiting for memory to carry him back
To a time beloved …

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Harlem Blues

It's night now in harlem, time to explore
Snakes are diurnal, rats love their nocturnal
Life, the subway is a swinging door.
A cockroach crawls before it falls
Catalectic between the broken walls.
It's time to pay the rent and feed children
Feeding themselves from a golden arch
Of junk. Sunday's money is gone to heaven
But Sunday's soul is strung out in a park.

The boundaries of black life draw tourists 
From away places, easy to find on Harlem
Streets young girls window shopping closed stores
And vermins that never meets the eyes
When day is bright. Young boys in their pack
Cannot prowl alone, someone must watch the crack
In the wall, the sound of shadowy foot falls
The blind bullet speeding towards a sighless back.

She comes click clacking through the door,
A stilletto shaft of light on the puddle of gore
Why are all her children dead so young?
What happen to black boys in their dreams
To belong? Sisters, be strong, keep the veins
On idle from the needle punctuating
The decisions of a real sinister man. Sisters, I hear
In the blues, thin pointed, small stilletto shoes
Walking through cold, papers blowing the evening news
Across the tangled sounds of aimless feet.

A scrawny, melodramatic light, shines 
Where the streets lamps dispossessed of bulbs
Points to the origin of the curling incense 
A sweet cat reads children  fairy tales 
On a carpet that will not fly.
We have a new president
Looking like Malcolm talking like King
But since sister Tubman left us
The genii blew out the lamp
Who is circling the wagon, who is pulling camp?

This north is still far from promiseland
The only thing not found on the ground 
In Harlem is cotton,
It is too white for self inflicted wounds.
Cotton burns,  it would burn in the night.
We who plant it has none of its delights.
Pour me a pint of blues, give me light
My sorrow drives the economy,
If I die what pall will bear testimony
To the wreaths of wind shivering inthe empty space
Of the shuttered mall.

Read fairy tales Harriet, meant well but went the wrong way
Pinkerton did not stop her, hope decentralizes the wealth
But Marcus, O Marcus was a different thing
They had to prison him. He knew the way to go
Flip flapping wind sail and no stilletto toe
Could carry this burden across so much salt of water
Through these hypertensions of night. Cry for Marcus
To come from his whirlwind, a hollow laughter echoes here.

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Spirit From the Past

As I sit upon the cloud, my sister SPIRIT, we shall call  ----  “ ALWAYS “
Visits : bringing Her inner Soul with Virtue of  the Heart  ----  FOREVER
 I believe I know YOU from “ Yesterday “  Please help me --- REMEMBER
As She spoke : the Lyric of Her voice : brings memories   -----           I
Envision YOU “  my little Sister ’ Long ago Lost in LOVE; in  ---   LOVE
Through the mirrors of YOUR EYES : Brother, Sister : Me and  --  YOU
Loving Parents , from a Time in History :  where my Heart is of   ---  MY
Searching Soul, “ alive comes the past “ :  growing up with MY   ----  SISTER
Together we speak of “Forever LOVE” with an opened Heartfelt  ----  SPIRIT
As we meet AGAIN in Time KNOW ALWAYS that I LOVE YOU  ---   L Y N E T T E 

     Dedicated To My Kindred SPIRIT Lynette Chachere  “ Spirits Together “

Author’s Note : The origin of  “ End Line Word “ Form Is a Dedication Where the
Vertical Line is the “Dedication” and the Body  “ IS the Why “ Thank-YOU to all 
Who have Supported Dane and I in Our Endeavor To create a New Form of POETRY
Dealing with Honor to Each Contemporary YOUR Participation Is Astounding ALWAYS YOURS…

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Angel (A.K.J)

You do not know this,
but there are nights
I willingly fall to the ground,
knocking the wind out of myself,
staring up into infinity,
wishing someone up there
would send you back to me,
As if I deserve it,
As if you still speak my name,
As if time could be conquered

Yet, I allow myself a fantasy,
A breath held for a memory,
In hopes of feeling innocent again,
For innocence became us in childhood,
Blood was unknown to me
For love flowed through my veins,
Heart pumping the shine of your smile
through my entire being in circulation,
Laughter is heard, as stars are seen,
Each twinkle holds a moment of us,

As time has torn us asunder,
Life has revealed new loves,
new loves inspired anger,
anger ensured your hatred of me,
Thus, I became what all now see,
A child changed to cynic,
A poet who hates emotions,
A man who desires no faith,
For nothing moves me now,
Yet my words still know you,

A million apologies failed,
No sense in repeating failure,
No reason to cry more tears
if none will show you my humanity,
My pain now motivates my attitude 
Thus, my soul is forever lost,
Despite the aforementioned change,
I still miss you daily, in misery,
with regret that lasts an eternity,

Hope for us, is my hope for heaven,
A paradise I have experienced before,
As I embrace the magic of the moment,
I briefly disregard my own logic,
hoping for an answer from nowhere,
For a chance to desire to change,
to see again, to trust again, 
Praying to a god I no longer believe in,
to protect you and never melt your wings,
for I could not recognize you any other way,

I repeat,
You did not know this,

Yet this lets me know,

Heaven or hell,
Life or death,
Angel or human,
God or no god,

I have my opinions,

Yet two truths are proven,

You are an angel to me,
and... I Love You.

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Silly slumber

A swirling gold wind
Speckles of dust
I thrust my neck in to feel this
I am bewildered, a smothered vine
floating into the ending
but I want to fight
Want to get up and break knuckles and limbs
to spread seeds
and say I mattered

This is the time we’ll remember and I can’t forget
that man on the corner
How we’re all allowed dreams
and those who shatter
are lessons for those who haven’t slept yet
I’m closing eyes to remember the fabric
of the depth of Godliness
The heat in my chest, the badness

And I’m weighing the contents of time to find
where I should be standing
Tightroping on the thin line before it’s enough
and my promises are voided as bluff
I’m mourning
Wailing against the sepulcher of my birth
The tomb of my purpose
And the dead leaves that surround the contents of my body
are ‘raptured’

There is no more time
We’re weeping in the instant we begin again
But they have left us
with our own salvation in our hands
and nowhere to go
No peace to find sleep
Good mourning

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If you name a poem something cheesy like--- Venus --- it Will only get twenty reads

"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."

often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one

she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

alone she stands
tallest green blade
each time the oily blade passes above

she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

the girl
baby of zero maybes
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back

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War Mentality

They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong

they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.

fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you

we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews

racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did

amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive  as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy

yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before

todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed  to instill pain 
and un-trust to drain our resources from us 
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers

you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq

Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war 
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time 

and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him

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The Universal Man

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

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Mystery guy

          Dreams and memories of what could have been,The past means nothing to me 
and then everything at the same time. 

It's made me who I am, and i'm glad I know but if I could change the past would I be so 
quick to do so? I want to have it all but the future never whispers not even a little bit 
I want to know it's secrets.

 I am left in the dark about what and where I will be the future no tears that promise 
pain so I don't know if I will get hurt. 

It's just that I can't help thinking about you and how different I would probably be if 
you knew that one secret that I held so close to me for so long that when it was time it 
was too late.

 I may spend eternity looking for someone exactly like you, it's because my conscience 
will never let me forget how good a person you were.
I was so deep into you that i'd lose myself in the moment and I have never felt that way 
before and I don't know if I will feel it again. 

Just waking every morning knowing that I would get to see you again, Oh it 
was such a feeling and now I can't even remember how it felt.

 Searching for that guy again with my whole heart and my whole soul... even if it turned 
out bitter I just wish I could know.

 I hate living in regret, I hate living in my head.

 It's filled with empty promises and dreams that are so far away I can't even feel them.

 I want to touch, this time i'm not afraid if only you could appear one day then maybe I 
would get my second chance.

 Reality is so much better than anything I could pretend 
so when the time comes I will jump into that mystery guys arms and fly free for that 

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Wrapping the Night in a Table Cloth, Stars and All.

soda sparks
and lemon juice
on every lip
and candle wick
of the champagne kind
to bubble brains
and swirl the minds
when summer limps
upon two heels
we break our vows
and kneel to feel
the rhythm of the losing heat
when soda sparks
in weak appeal
as sidewalks bend
their thoughts to me
while overactive melodies
complete themselves
in summer nights
I barely fall without a fight
and candles dim
and lights grow white
I know the drill, tonight's the night
I lick the summer off my chin
and grab September, and head on in...

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Crimson in the Sky

When morning comes and grass is dewed, I look beyond the window's view
The crimson sky, announces you

You spread a warmth, with revelry, you take my breath, you capture eyes
Old friend, possessor of a splendid red, you tint the clouds while passing by
O morning friend, of rising sun…reviver of my midnight bed!

Over the rooftops, over my lawn, over the crest of the early dawn

Warming,………greeting,…………….skimming along…….

You come each day, to blush my face, your gentle fingers know the way
From morning’s path, long past noon, from east to west, a well worn task
You race across the time and space, an ancient clock, while keeping pace

And as the twilight comes too soon, you blaze a trail with redder hues
And ‘tho I know how soon you’ll go… I wonder why I miss you so…?

My brilliant friend, O' setting sun, it’s time to wave a sad farewell
I wonder why, when fading dim, you play for me, a sadder song?

Yet, still I’m here, in silent awe, to watch you burn away



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Dear mum

Dear mum

I’m sorry faith didn’t give us
Much time together
For I long
Every time I sit at a table
For your delicacious

For every time I see 
A mother and child
I can’t help but wish
It were us

Every time I receive a hug
I wish it was from you

Every time I pick up
A picture of you
I wish you would talk to me

Every time I pick up
Your clothing
I wish I could see you in them

When I close my eyes
I see your face
Smiling at me

When I look in the mirror
I see you staring back at me

When I listen
To the song of the wind
I hear a string of your voice

Of course
 I love these things all
And treasure them
But I’ll also like to
Have the others

I’m selfish
And will love to have 
Them all
Everything you is 
Always welcome
I’ll never run out of space
For you.

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Thundering down Olympus
Treads Ares 
The battle master
Piceous clad
Against midnights cloak
Returning human spirit
To the heavens
For upon drowning
Within his crimson gaze
Do we understand
That in faith
Lies divinity

Note: In Greek mythology Ares is the God of War.

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On hearing your death
What creep in my head was
Akon's Pot of Gold
Its melody within heart
You have served your purpose
So Rest in Peace
Born to Love
But it enslaved and betrayed
And onwards you pressed
Your foils nurtured your old age
As strong as you were
Your battle on the thin line
You won hands down
I admire You
Last week I saw and greeted 
You were fit
What an awesome recovery
Indeed your Maker wiped your tears
But now it is finished
Well done
As a kid I run onto your bosom on visits
Then rained on me praises
But I lost contact
Next I saw you on life’s field of war
Then despised, not long
I grew wise to know
For with time all will grow
Was in turn and showered care
Hope you recognized
Thanks for your Blessings
My half seed of lineage
May God lay you to a Peaceful rest
Where Love will search to find you
Your foils cry
Swollen red are our fragile eyes
Thousand thorns within our hearts
Pain abounds here
May your Spirit comfort us
Smile down once again
Smile down once again
Memories well built would be well kept
Strong willed, Religious, Grateful 
Lord we are thankful
Yours forever
A Single Parent's sweat lay to Rest in Peace.

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah

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Old Ironsides

Only silence dresses her rigging now
To the call of the bosun’s whistle
Her hatches now stand locked and secure
Where long past sailors once lingered
She is the last of the old frigates
Moored in the shallows of Charlestown
Board her and hear her echoes of valor
Haughtily anchored her colors humbly fly
No blemishes on her hull show her battles
Her carronades still sit silently waiting
As she floats mythically at ease
For a moment I can hear the great moans
Her keel and sailors cresting Atlantic waves
To Captain Hulls orders to come about
And charge on the enemy ship Guerriere
On her decks I feel the plight of her dead
Hearing stories of centuries old bulkheads
Astounding feats of a morose pride
To have brought their foe to capitulate
Now she stands tacit though ever grand
And still on her decks and deep in the bowels
The mighty spirit of U.S.S. Constitution dwells  
A monument of endurance softly whispering
“Lest we remember long forgotten sacrifices…”

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He is sleeping

Frightened and tired
his eyes stare into the distance
as he once again faces reality
in the ghastly fate that dealt its lot.
Beads of sweat fall down like stars;
like the storm pounding outside his window.
This is the dawn he rises to every morning.

I take hold of his frail hand beckoning tenderness
as one would a knife to the chest.
Yet his weak smile defies the eminent death  
threatening to consume him.
He turns his gaze upon my eyes…
It won’t be long now…

The shadows lurk in his mind, 
but he glimpses a tear slipping from my cheeks
and says, “No regrets. No hate. No fear.
It’s time to wake up, slumbering one. 
The day is here.”

I manage a sorrowful smile 
and reply, “Your heart has already won,
my brave one.” As he lies back once more,
the soft beeps counting down his final few breaths slow.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” he dreamily asks.
Leaning closer, I inquire, “Who?”
“The angels are singing.” he sighs.

As the green line finally stretches to a flat horizon,
I whisper brokenly to the rain, “Shhhh.”…

“ He is sleeping.”

*(A tribute to children that have lost the fight against cancer.)

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The Call

Voices ringing throughout my ear
Some far, and surely some near
But this distinguished sound is what I can’t s.
top seeming to hear.
So I seek to know, vision of the seer
And I peek
Through opportunities window
From where does the sound appear
Distinct it is.
And it’s calling me
It keeps drawing me
Amongst other sounds.
Like a resounding gong or a clinging cymbal
An irritation to my ears as they all resemble.
Hearing these tunes time and time again 
Luring sounds of sin.
And I think, there’s one distinct
For it comes in the night and it whistles
And in light, it draws me nigh, sweet whispers
Saying come out from amongst them
And the pitch grows louder.
The false alarms began to perish
I cherish the ring throughout my ear
Persuaded by the pursuing and its gentle wooing
I am choosing to be still
Amongst the multitude of clanging bells 
Not ringing true.
But this one is real. 
Caught In between wonder and expectations thrill
It’s beckoning at my soul
That it may become my hearts seal
My hearts seal.
For it, I have adored and longed
Becoming day to day pierced by the sound of it’s song
Distinct it is
Not only to listen I must respond
Fading out the rest, for it is beyond
So I look closer through the windows screen 
I let what I hear intervene
As I open my window.
Heaven’s sound.
The love I found
As I answered the call. 


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am i a jerk for starring at your butt when you wear that mini skirt

or licking my lips as you bend over to pick up your shoes

am i rude for loving the way your body grooves to the music

and for wanting to make you groan

does it make me a pig for admitting i'd love to hold your boobs

kissing them and fondling and rubbing them so gently

what about the way you smell when your wearing that perfume

walking around the house naked just letting loose

letting greavity take over your body and loosing control

i really love when your about to climax and your legs begin to shake

squeezing my head with your thighs locking me in place

the taste of your honey sweetens my tea putting me to sleep

they say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice

i say the longer the tunnel the better the drive

you engulf me with your sexism and mystify me with your ora

yet am i a pig for needing these things an dstill wanting more

your fantasies  i want to fullfill your desires i want you to embrace

i need that taste all over again to absorb into my head

when i lay down in bed your all over my mind

the way you bump and grind and that view from behind

lets take this ride one more time for old time sake

either my ankles or my neck are bound to break


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Soul Decisions

Soul Decisions

The time to arrive,
Keep the right from the left;
Begin from begin,
         ….and never regret

The time to depart,
Don’t look right or look left;
End at the end,
         ….and never regret

(found this in one of my many journals!)

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A long, long time ago
Chivalry was wearing silver armour
Travelling the countryside it rode a white horse
Championed the weak, fought for all that was right
It taught men of honour how to treat the fairer sex
It was the force of good in the medieval world
The world changed in a thousand years
Chivalry disappeared as time went by
The politeness and honour of that time was never meant to last
Rudeness grew as the cities blossomed
Even please and thank you are hardly ever heard
There is more and more violence against innocents
Women, once worshipped by the men who knew them
Now they are beaten by men who never learned to care
Even children, the most innocent of all, are abused
Humans forgot how to act with each other
The chivalrous are gone along with their morals
The world needs one white knight riding on his white horse
One who remembers what was taught so long ago
One who will live the simple rules as so to teach our children
Chivalry will one day return
It takes is one person to care about politeness
One knight to ride in on a white horse and say please
Just one word said by the right person
Then everyone will have the respect they deserve
And we will bring the chivalry back to civilization

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The Artifice Of Desire.

In those unconscious moments
When midnight sweeps in on you
Surrounded by a sweet contempt
Offering the taste of cool dark water
With essences of serene moonlight
Desires fruit peaked and ripened
Hangs just over you waiting
You reach out only to realize
Within those few feet to desire
Eternity lies in wait for its prey
Leaving only a silvery and pallid 
Reflection that undulates and drips
From the touch of your fingers

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Delphinus Nights

I have flown on wings of dreams, but I never could land well
I've never been to the end of a rainbow and I've never talked to an angel
I could never reach the fleeing horizons and I could never catch the wind
I have never caressed a sliver of moonlight until it touched your skin
When I first saw the beauty of your silhouette standing before the sun
I was the pilot of a new dream landing in your love
Then my tears reflected colors of a rainbow and I could talk to God
I could finally reach the horizons as you woke up in my arms
And I dont care where the winds blow as long as I'm with you
We could float into forever where Delphinus stars may bloom
Where time is never the difference between nights and days
We could cast our shadows from moonlight as we let our hands play
Plucking beautiful flowers from heaven until the end of times 
Planting new celestial gardens beyond our endless skies

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Creative Undead

The street lights switch on & so does my head,
From my mind flows prose, compose, no time for bed.
Who knows if those thoughts are chose to come again,
No time to doze, put on some clothes & grab yourself a pen.

The dawn breaks & so does my stride,
Thoughts turn to dust in my mind,
Another artistic vampire, the creative undead,
Time to return to my coffin, my bed.

Here lies the great day sleeper,
Known to few, respected by none, most thought him daft,
His heart burnt bright with the love of his craft,
Fueled by the fires of passion & drive,
Doused with a lack of any real substance.

Redemption In Poetry.

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I live in the transitions,
the time between then
and now,
the twilight and the dawn,
the rustling of leaves
as night begins,
the first breeze
of daybreak,
the moment of departure,
the time of arrival.
Once something has happened,
day has come, night is here,
you have come, you have gone,
fait accompli leaves me cold,
nothing to do, simply there.
With expectations and transitions
my blood pumps with excitement,
my brain expands to take in
and I understand
those, who in their desperation
to feel life,
provoke it.

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My Hands

My hands look worn, marked by the passing of time,
Of sunlight, cold, heat and work.
They have baked, cooked, gardened and harvested,
They have held the hands of devastated people sitting in front of a casket,’
They have soothed fevered brows, wrapped gifts with a smile on my face.

They have held many pudgy little hands of toddlers learning to walk, 
And now hold the hand of my older, stumbling friend.

They are covered with sunspots, but they are happy spots.
A legacy of many bright hours spend in my flourishing garden, 
Of romantic walks, of picnics with friends, of games played with children, 
And of time spend alone, out in nature, replenishing myself.

My hands, adorned with rings, showing my commitment to my Love,
 Carrying my birthstone ring, a present of my Sweetheart, 
And in rememberence of my Mom, her favorite ring. 
My hands are a mirror of my life.

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April's Song

January’s chill at last relents with the slant 
of a Spring sun. 
Winter’s secrets buried beneath the snow 
hum your songs along rooftops, 
across crystal threads, 
beneath oceans apart 
where clouds circle the mystery 
of you 
from powder grey to scarlet red ... 

... where the universe skids on a cant 
and rains your truth in petals strewn about a 
solitary path. 

And when I could not follow, 
you left me 
standing here 
holding your crimson tears in my palm, 
colours bleeding in the summer rain.

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The First Time Ever

The first time ever I saw your face
a pioneering heart began to race,
the first time ever I saw your smile
long journey but worth every single mile,
the first time ever your magical touch
sparks the memory I remember so much,
the first time ever a glimpse of your eyes
those that shamed the blueness of godly skies,
the first time ever in warm embrace
the sweetness of your breath one could taste.

The first time ever to hold you in dance
we held on tight in true loves romance,
beneath the moonlight to “This song is Blue”
yes together we dance just me just you.

The first time ever we said goodbye
the trial the tribulations of the saddest eye,
transferred to one’s sentiment does lend
this to vow this love will never end!

© Harry J Horsman 2013 
 the theme of this poem, borrowed from
Mandy Golden Girl Tams "The first time ever i saw your face"
the song which i love, and her wonderful poem of the same name which  i partically like! 
Thanks Mandy for a beautiful poem, and the inspiration!

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ending the war in america step 1

if you support this copy and paste to your page, you have my permission.

problem by problem 1x1
your going to solve them.

scared straight, the television show holding your children hostage on television
that is more illigal than torture in america
they are 55 years old and sending 12 year olds to a place they wouldnt want to be.

would the closest adjacent state starting with a letter closest to A
please stand up
those are your people
in your country
in need of your aid.

send half the police force in a time span of three days
to assist your neighbors kill the people terrorising children

go to wall mart, buy a gun if you have to
show up in record numbers with your information straight
and shoot every single one of them involved in that war crime

then go home

when your there, lie about where your from, your name, etcetera

drive over there, kill them, go home and laugh...

there is also a problem in alberta
calgary and edmonton alberta
they have denied torture victoms amnesty

would british columbia please stand up
send half of your police over to help in a time span of three days
dont ask, just show up.
thats not canada, that is not canadian, that is not allowed
put it on the news
this is what they did, this is what they didnt do
these are the explanations of people who can explain themselves
and this is what we are going to do about it....

now would saskatchewan please stand up
when british columbia begins to go home, you will send in a third of your police in a period of four days.

get your information right on the news as it goes, dont do it underground all sneaky
do it right in their face with a huge thats not how i run my ship

then your coming to alberta and you are going to murder the police and doctors
involved in the torture and terrorism of myself
that took place over the past 17 years

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Night Poem

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light

Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come

To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.

The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.

Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest 
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.

Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -

To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.

So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.

With merriment's ink: 
A Kiss; 
A dance; 
A song etched deep: 
Art carved out of sky.

Title: Night Poem

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The Baby Blue Bonnet

The smile on one's face makes them feel glad again
My sister always had a smile to share
Once came time for her birthday,
A handsome boy came to call
And along with him,
A baby blue bonnet that pleased us all.

The smile on her face showed us she was glad
She leaned in a gave a sweet little kiss
Then the Civil War started and he had to go
She would be crying for him.

The bleak war raged on
Many were dead
She was pining for him.

The sheets of casualties came and they left
Many were torn to pieces
My sister dear cried,
"He has died and left me!"
She hugged the dear baby blue bonnet.

The time was bleak when she claimed the body
Sister dear had to wear black
When came the funeral,
She brought with her
The beloved baby blue bonnet

She refused to wear the hideous black hat
"Instead the bonnet!" she cried
For she would remember
The sunny day when,
He gave her the baby blue bonnet.

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Heavenly Father

Heavenly Father Our World . . .

every time you walk

when your anger rages

every time you cry

till your light shines

When you speak

you teach us lessons

to prove we are alive

so we are not alone 

so we may become strong

so we may have stories to tell in the land of gold

you've given us everything . . .
so at the end we give you are soul

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The Beauty Of Austria Shattered

I remember the dream of Austria
As the war for me was finally closing 
High in my turret upon the Sherman
I entered this mountain paradise at last
Until I reached the earthly gates of hell

Within those eyes I found despair
That spark of life long dead
Their hearts filled of solitudes poison
Muted voices no longer calling out
Thousands of souls starving for hope
Existing amongst corpses who had lost it
Now just shadows of the once proud
Crushed by tyranny simply because they “were”

Empty men drifting about lost in a miring haze
Praying for the peace only death grants
So very few seemed to hold onto humanity
They had nothing to fear because all was lost
As I stood at the hells gates called Mauthausen

In that moment I found the truest of evils
Under the threshold of Hades a toxoid of hatred
Not truly comprehending what my eyes spoke
Numbed in fears I never knew subsisted within me
Standing frozen I wanted nothing more than to run
As the shell of that crying man fell in my arms
I am haunted by his words…”godheid bedanken”
My faith transfused giving him a moments hope

Within those high peaks of the songs of paradise
I lost my soul at the gates of a concentration camp
Every night since I hear his voice thanking God
He called us the wrath and thunder of reckoning
But…I was just a boy with rifle searching for a respite

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Heard a soft sufting through the front door.
Must be 'nother telegram from Kentucky.
Never lived there. Never been there.
But God I bet it's beautiful.
Blue grass. Blue trees. Blue people.
I'll make it one day, I figure. Out of this trailer.
Out of this ditch.

Got a 'gram not two months ago from Kentucky.
Mother lives there now.  Frail, worried. Probably blue.
Says it don't bother her I never visit.
Says she's sticking around. So I figure I have time.
Time to get to Kentucky. Time to be blue. Time for it all, I figure.

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How to Slow Down Time

Walk everywhere. Go on long sea voyages;
Ask for days like symphonies of slow music,
banks of blue flowers to wrap you in the moment.
Become immersed  in watching clouds
spiders building their webs.
Travel by the slowest modes of transport.
Ride a camel, camp out in the desert.

Move into a museum and  declare it real time.
Dress in a crinoline. Decorate your room with
fossils.  Read endless books- make your own wine .
Churn your own butter.  Grow a garden.

When all else fails,
pull  the hands off clocks. Declare it a crime to tell
Hang curtains on  the daylight. Hold back the sea.
Ruin the sun and cycles that turn,
annihilate the moon - close the doors on eternity.

Suzanne Delaney

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Roller Coaster

This never-ending roller coaster
makes life unpredictable, even to myself
The ups and downs take me from high to low
in a matter of minutes and hours
Twists and loops send my mind into a whirlwind
as it leaves my body numb
Dark tunnels seem cold and lonely
but I make it through in no time at all
Things start to slow down and I think the ride is over
only to speed past the exit 
Each time I pass, the scenery changes 
and new events take place, leaving me choices I least expect
On occasion, the brakes come to a screeching halt
but this is only for a second
I then find myself no longer moving forward
but riding in reverse, gripping my harness even tighter
Eyes closed, my biggest fear is not the places I've never gone
but the places I've already been

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Spirit Of The Ink Well

Rising from within my quill
Waves of ink crest and crash
Upon the papered shoreline
Riding in and out on the tides
Of yesterday found…

Sullying the once untainted
With both the rash and tender
Of the restive poetic spirit
An autonomous symbiosis
Of today’s moments…

Endlessly seeking identification
Ink scrawled candle flames illume
Scratched out paths into tomorrow
The journey of the minds eye
Of tomorrows chance…

Each penning a new step forward
Into our own intangible dreams
Our elusive target moves ever further
Where no direction can lead us on
Of our poetic hopes…

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City of Shadows

A lonesome boat in the harbor rocks insanity.
Big waves of the black sea roll across the white sands
that fade into darkness for eternity.
Far from the life giving drops of rain are predators
in the city of shadows.
Feelings from the last solem breezes blow.
As the evening sun fades slowly into the night,
the pavement glistens like cracked glass
from the earlier evening rain.
A lack of silence remains.
In the city of shadows,
screaming voices creep in the corner of your mind.
Visions of the garden where the flowers died.
The dark alley reveals the emptiness of peace within your soul,
and death reveals the cold, cold truth way beneath the black crumbled earth.
Slapped with a strike of lightning,
disrupting the fall of silence where secrets crawl to hide,
in the foxholes of one's mind.
In the city of shadows, bewildered minds tick with the time of the clock.
Breath by breath falls perfectly out of place,
and darkness opens a new gate.
Tunes of the violin slowly fade away.
A new awakening to blindness,
in the city of shadows.

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Intense attraction

    What we had was very intense. From the moment we met you could feel it almost instantly. 
Through the fighting and the name calling and especially the hugs you could feel a deep passion 
a deep fire that wasn't going to burn out. When we kissed it was something intense something 
we never got tired of doing... yet always lead to where it was heading. I missed those 
oppurunities where I could relinquish the fire just a little bit. Just one touch had some kind of 
easing effect to the need in my body burning. It was real and I could never convince myself 
otherwise. I just wish that I could have had some time to enjoy the sweet taste of my lips against 
yours. Cause truly a clock was ticking. A clock I never got to see... I never realized how close to 
goodbye things really were until the clock stopped ticking. Just like that... my plane to paradise 
crashed and even though I survived with barely a scratch I will always think about the island and 
how it would have been if the ride would have lasted. If our lives wouldn't have been so hetic and 
we had loads of time to just chill would I have been as happy as I thought I would be. Or was all 
the lost feeling and over analyzing just my imagination running.

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Just imagine..
Sitting in your cushioned chair
Comfortable as you can be
You close your eyes and begin to rest
Everything is so calm..

. . .

The timer rings insanely!
The microwave beeps!
Your alarm goes off!
Subs pulsating outside!
The radio is screaming!
Children shriek without reason!
Why is it so Loud?!

The clanging of dishes!
Slamming of doors!
Cabinets smacking!
Washer! Dryer! Running Water!
Thundering yells for dinner!
Piercing yells of complaints!
Must it be so Loud?!

Stove hisses!
Feet stomp!
Senseless yelling!
All of it at once!
Try to talk over it!
It's just too much!
Why so freaking LOUD?!

It's all noise! Just NOISE!
Slamming! Crashing! Booming! AGH!
Is it necessary?!
I'm screaming in tears to make it stop!
I can't stand it anymore!
All of it! Just SHUT UP!
Stop being so LOUD!!

. . .

In a world of sound
Let yourself escape
Everything is calm
Nothing is here to bother you
Calm, breathe, unwind, it's okay..
Everything is Silence

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Smile, It's Simply A Picture

Smile, little boy. It's only a picture:
a gateway to memories you shall 
never seek.
A frozen frame of forgotten fear 
from falling.
So, smile now as you will be watched 
through aged eyes. 
Show those teeth, and tell yourself: 
"No time was enough to tame my 
iron will.
I was, I am, and I shall be smiling."

Smile, little girl. It's only a picture:
A time machine to mother's cookies 
to mask the taste of daddy's 
A preserved photo of a perfect 
So smile now and laugh away the 
Smile, young lady. Smile.
The same smile that makes you 

Smile, world. It's only a picture:
A time and place only we can choose 
to relive again. 
A lesson flash frozen and scribbled in 
the history books for insurance of 
our evolution.
So look back and smile at the 
caption of our origins: A still frame 
of ancestors captured in the midst of 
candid mistake as to say:
"I reveal to and leave you the worst 
of me for the better of future face, 
and you shall do the same..."

So smile for the snap of a present 
And be temporarily ignorant and 
shameful, but learn:
All the world's a background, and life 
is but a never ending parable, with 
the virtues improved upon, and the 
vices remembered for wisdom.
So, smile, people, It's simply a 

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Hawk's Eyes

in the bright light of day you appeared...
a gilded angel with falcon wings,
you rose up out of the desert sands 
and your gentle beauty struck me dumb - 
sending a tremor through my soul...

marvelling, pretending an air of studied uncaring 
i watched you through a veil of wind-blown hair 
and tried to ignore the yearning sighs of the 
blood in my veins, 
and the keening of a heart that was broken - 
that, seeing you, healed briefly - 
only to fracture again every time you turned away

you were fatal...
i knew this in my marrow, even as i stared, 
riveted, at your cherub's innocence, 
suffocating, slowly - sweetly - 
in the decadent gold-striated hazel of your 
hawk's eyes
you were a killing blow out of the blue, 
and once again i was lost...

"angel" i wanted to cry, "angel, ask my name..."
but, naive as Adam, you lost yourself in the bustle 
and sand-blasted clamor of your clawed companions...
bereft i hovered, a lonely kestrel riding the chill wind 
of your ignorance...
a single tear slid down my cheek; 
oh i would have impaled myself on a thousand spears, 
if it would only make you run to my side 
and scoop me into your bronze embrace

but time slid by and planets shifted - 
the day's end drew near...
desert dunes dissolved into the hazy purple of night,
and i was forced to say goodbye; 
to pretend love at first sight was just a giddy adolescent joke, 
and that your image wasn't tattooed on my heart 
in blood and fire...
only then, as my soul swelled with the bitter bile of 
disappointment, did you turn and behold 
the torment of your beauty written on my face...

boyish, innocent, your eyes clashed with mine - 
and melted my core to lava - 
and gave my battered heart wings; 
clipped wings perhaps, but wings nonetheless...
you smiled, a saccharine-coated admission of acknowledgement, 
even as your eyes stabbed cruelly, violated my bruised soul, 
and the sun set at your back - 
gilding you in demonic flame...
and in a blazing flash, that was it, the die was cast, 
reeling, bleeding, i broke our searing gaze;
'angel you may be, my oblivious love,'
i thought as i walked away 
'but devil you are for wounding me this way - 
and never even knowing my name'

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If time heals all, what heals time?
For it cannot be changed, its burned into history, burned into the fabric of time like a scratch on a track.

Time can make us feel regret that we did not use it the best we could or it can make us rejoice remembering that good moment in time.

It is a fickle thing that most will not appreciate until it’s gone.

I myself have had more pain than good, but does that count as bad time as it made my character and is the reason I have this strength and insight on life. 

So I don’t believe in or good or bad moments in time, its all on how we look at it and use it going forward. 

The most important thing to remember and learn from the past is that we ALL make mistakes . .  but only a fool repeats them.

Yours Fraternally 


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Placed inside some wisp of perfections chalice
The intonations gather which
The tears have shed
For gratitude released their happiness 

I loved you some when in another life
Where the pink purple forest bows
Hung their silver leaven halls
In marble sunsets painted wash on cloistered walls

Their reminiscence of Arabian ankle bells
As you walked barefoot through blue grass fields
The moons luminescent as soft pale to your skin
Echo timeless on a blanket of stars

These iridescent reveries linger in cobweb threads
Set bejewelled in morning mist
They brush the glitter-frosted powder from your cheek
Dream you are awake, eternal, sleeping Princess

I love you this time in the calligraphies of ink
Kismat writ in both our palms lovers make
Standing on the water rivalled glitter of the sun
Falling maiden of the Crystal Lake

Should time bring chill the mountains to your feet
And shades drown the light of auburn hair
Remember me then; where your dreams began
I will always be waiting there

So etched in the fairy tale lines of our hands
Was a destiny life had just not planned
As we danced in the wake of hearts tidal wave
United some day to the promise we made some when

I love you next time in another life
Though in each time I have asked you to be my wife
The curious connections of infinite souls
Will never let you go

I love you this time in the calligraphies of ink
Kismat writ in both our palms lovers make
Standing on the water rivalled glitter of the sun
Falling maiden of the Crystal Lake


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Gourmet Spider

Gourmet Spider

Please, please, please don’t eat me
I am so tiny
Not a meal at all
Eight spindly legs and no abdomen to speak of
So please, please, please don’t eat me

I have tapped and drummed on your web
To soothe your voraciousness 
Now let me crawl stealthily to the back
Move aside your spinneret
And copulate

But please, oh please don’t eat me
I am not a meal you would call worthy
Of those ferocious mandibles
And the glinting cold gems of your myriad eyes

Please, please don’t eat me
Not this time any way
And if you like I will promise to be a ready meal
Just add water
And you will eat your fill
But not this time
Not this time
This time let me escape
The deed done
I impregnate

And as I scramble over the treads of sticky silk
The panic in my heart
Is a treacherous mistake
For she looks always for the perfection in her lovers

ESCAPE !!!!!!!!


What was that

Oh no……

You beautiful …………………………………… cold…………………..

………………………………voracious……………… Bit………………………..


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new sensations harbor ill will toward the mind

New ambient light taking hold of that which was once darkened by time.
New thoughts eluding desires and all answers to the questions at hand.
Laminated emotions taking the places of the empty spaces inside the mind.
Feel the love from behind the reinforced glass? Didn’t think it was possible.
Now the age of reasoning comes into play, now is the time for deep thought.
The devil calls for pain, in waves that crash on this body like water on rock.
No visible damage but over time it wears it down to nothing, little by little.
Plunging into the deep end surrounding the mind and clouding the vision.
Breathing is impossible, gasping for air only brings water into the lungs.
This feels like dying. This feels like numbing. This feels better than living.

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Strawberries And Unknown Girl

     Strawberries And Unknown Girl

Strawberries grow unaided in the field
Green, red and magic on the day
Sentinels stationed; they speak kindly of the Sun
And sometimes of an unknown girl
She’s there just out of reach
In the air, partaking of sweet pleasures
Years collect themselves in silence
Still sense her song and mystery adrift
Along strawberry rows aligned in history
Those corridors of time in endless days at play 
And there she stays a fair young maiden
A constant unknown wonder to this day

Entered in - "I Love Rock N' Roll" Poetry Contest 11/14/14
Inspired by: John Lennon and The Beatles 
The song: Strawberry Fields Forever  

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One of nature's most brilliant
display of colors.
The time before darkness 
when the sky has lost the sun
but has yet to find the stars.
When the sky becomes
God's canvas freely painted with 
brush strokes of yellow red and gold.
As the brilliant light of day
begins to fade into the night,
the sun relaxes and prepares 
to sleep knowing darkness waits.

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The way you love me

Never thought it would be easy
I can’t hide this feeling inside
Well, finally love has chose me
This time it’s all about me

I got lost in your beauty
Never could pretend this feeling
Coz’ it’s all make sense to me
Can’t get this love off of me
And all I can say….

I like the way you love me
How you share your world with me
Need no tears to wash away my fears
Just as long as you are here

I like the way you love me
The way you build the world around me
Need no tears to was h away my fears 
Just as long you are near

Never thought it would be me
No, it’s even hard to believe
Well, finally love has came to me
This time it’s about you and me

It feels like heaven
This heart is yours for taken
Coz’ it’s all make sense to me
Can’t get this love off of me
And all I can say….

I like the way you love me
How you share your world with me
Need no tears to wash away my fears
Just as long as you are here

I like the way you love me
The way you build the world around me
Need no tears to was h away my fears 
Just as long you are near

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Night Melds With Day

Nothing seems to make sense here,
If there is such a thing as 'sense' at all.
No way to tell the time of year,
Morning doves hoot and owls call.
The day appears to meld into the night,
Shadows lurk with no one to follow.
No way to perceive by the amount of light,
Is it today or is it tomorrow?
The sun is setting with the moon adjacent.
The tide is coming and has already been.
Sitting beneath a maple, I am complacent.
Waiting for the rain to rise again.
The air feels cold and warms my core.
No way to tell where time ends or begins.
Animals wake only to sleep once more.
Falling stars rest in clouds made of wind.
There I sit patiently trying to find my way,
Flowers walk and leaves roam along.
In this place where the night melds with day.
In this place where the clocks are all wrong.

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I wish not to see such disgrace,
As that which humankind has conjured
Greed envelopes all into stout fingers
Lust embraces passionate youth
Envy breathes in the minds of the conceited
Gluttony resides in those who are unfit
Sloth exists in those who are uninspired
Wrath remains rabid in the permanently livid
Pride sits within the excessively bold
I wish not to see such disgrace,
As that which humankind has conjured.

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My Unhappy Lazyboy

After a long work day I come home to a long warm shower.  It was getting late into 
evening hours.  I sat down in my favorite black leather chair.  Not knowing I was in for a big 
scare.  I rolled a joint and sat back fully reclined.  I was getting high out of my mind.
       As I was enjoying my weed, I almost choked because a voice spoke beneath me!  I 
jumped up and listened to my chair spit profanity.  I wondered if I was loosing my sanity.  
My lazyboy said, "Don't be scared, sit down and talk to me!"
       I seriously thought I was dreaming.  Like an out-of-body experience waking up 
screaming.  No this is real, very real.  I just knew my chair was about to do a cartwheel!
       "No need looking around wearing a frown, you been sitting down on me for years; so 
have no fear.  No it's not the weed, you're seeing clearly, so sit down and listen to me."
       I sat down in utter shock, resting my buttocks.  As my chair began to explain.
       "No Jimmy you're not going insane, but I feel you're causing me harm.  I have burns, 
scratches, now dust all along my arms.  I'm left with a permanant frown.  I desperately need 
a rub down.  I don't wanna be mean, but get some disinfectant and clean.  The way I'm living 
is obscene!"
       No more explanations were needed.  So after a good wipe down it was obvious I had 
succeeded.  My lazyboy's black leather had a nice shine.  Now I wanted to rest my spine.
       "Ah I feel so much better.  Now I can go back into a deep sleep.  You can go back 
enjoying your weed or nicotine.  Just remember my hygiene, and from time to time give me 
a clean - Thank you."
       I could have sworn my lazyboy gave me a wink.  I shook my head, tomorrow I would 
go see a shrink!
For Matt Caliri contest "Spea Chair! Speak!

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The Dragon Slayer

“Slay me a dragon,” a maiden requested
“ I will, I will!” he said.
And he did, and the maiden was 
 Appropriately appreciative.

And time went by….

This time the maiden asked for
diamonds and pearls.
He thought for a moment, 
remembering  her charms.
“ I will find you a treasure” 
he said..and he did.
But the maiden was tired and only
had time for a quick kiss
And thank you…

And more time went by….

No longer a maiden, her luster fading
.she begged him to “ take out the trash”.
He did, grudgingly, asking for his just
reward.”please, dragon steak for dinner” 
and she obediently complied.

And time went by….

One day he found himself under the apple tree,
kissing the baker’s beautiful daughter.
“Slay me a dragon,” she asked… “ I will, I will,” he said.

And so it goes… 

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Death comes to an Old Man

An old man, worn and wearied by the toils of life, 
stood alone in a darkened hallway, 
each wall hung with brightly lit paintings. 
He walked by the Mona Lisa, and as he passed 
he knew the reason for her smile. 
He paused before Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, 
and the air seemed to be sweetly scented with the heavy perfume of roses, which pulled at his soul with soft, wraithlike arms.
He stopped.
The world seemed to shrink away from him,
dissolving into nothingness.
Before him was Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
Its yellow paint looked wet, vivid.
The blue rippled as the colours swirled
together, hypnotizing; the old man transfixed
by their mesmerizing beauty 
as he was swept up into their whirling splendor,
leaving the blue-shadowed hallway silent and empty,
as the pale stars wavered on in cold brilliance

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Icons Set in Stone

How firmly they stand,
the spires of history
that no one can destroy.
What a curious melange
of hate and love
and yesterday's antipathy.
Indifferent they are,
leaving us their basic legacy-- 
shining, mocking; it is their heritage,
and the winds of change have no effect
upon a single word.

Within their shadow is enshrined,
the totality of every lie 
and every truth we ever knew.
Tread softly in their midst--
It is rarified companionship they offer.
Dare we even to essay to smooth the path
historic footsteps made, 
or cleared the way for ours?

There is no answer from the silent skies.
It is the empty flagon of serenity,
the hopeless void that stretches out forever,
calling forth the meditator to his bench,
and time to its eternal rest.

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Harpoon rays melt from the sun,
A fiery furnace in the sky;
A shadow rounds the sundial,
the nonexistent hand tells the time;
It has circled into the abyss,
A vision portrayed and betrayed,
The mind is caught in a whirlpool
of time.

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Two Who Are One

I think, and you speak my thoughts completely.
Wherein lies truth, if when I die, I lose myself.
My thought and deed lying fallow in decaying tissue.
So I write to save me.
You are in every thought, every deed,
every movement that I make.
You complete me.
When I awake, the first breath that 
I take is to exhale a sigh of relief.
You are still by my side.
My soul belongs to God, but my essence
lies in the intangible.
In a form acutely digestible----
to be cussed and discussed.
In discourse, to be thoroughly scrutinized,
labeled and passed on. 
The song is rewrit time and time again
and the note of passion sounds
as now within me seething----flowing over.
It dances on the grass
as nymphs in springtime forests. 
I close one eye and look at truth 
as the side of a coin standing mute. 
I look at life spinning, good—bad—good.
But who decides bad- - - good?
The spinning coin has a solid center
which we perceive as real.
The spinning word has the same illusion- - -
we have but to interpret as we see.
Life goes on, after the thrill is gone, but 
the thrill goes on as long as we are not alone.  

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An Offline Hello

An Offline Hello

Whatever happened to hello?
Meeting and shaking hands
That moment of sharing yourself
That was a big part of life
There were no strangers
Just friends you haven’t met
Conversation used as an ice breaker
Learning more about the person as you spoke
That was an eternity ago
Before the invent of smart phones
Constant contact with the internet
Naked pictures and Facebook pages
Embarrassing videos from when you were a teen
Slander and gossip posted in a moment of anger
A million pages of someone with the same name
Not all of it true
But it must be since it is on the web
One time go back to the old days
Meet face to face not screen to screen
Forget that you have the ability to text
Sit down and just talk
Get to know each other
Take time to learn their history and mysteries
For once don’t look them up on-line
The real person is so much better
They just want a simple hello

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The Transient

I rise when time beckons,
plying along my destined course
as time doth ever blow by
to me the clock calls,
saying "On! On!! never stop"

My route I ply with time,
meeting faces along my tracks
smiling ones, grumpy ones too.
Some I touch, some I don't,
but every step draws me home.

The days, they pass me by,
even the flashing scenery too.
I laugh, I smile, I play,
I cry, I frown, I work,
sailing by on time swift wings.

But when time signals red,
who'd say otherwise?
Then know I 'tis my journey's end,
and reports would I give
at Zion's holy gates!

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The best of Time, The worst of Time

Its funny how people say Time flies
When I try to watch him, he just stood still

I belive he heals all wounds
But people always say they are just trying to kill Time
It doesn't seem quite right

I heard there is no Time like the present
I always think of him in the past

They say he changes everything
But i've always found him to be more constant
Maybe even repetitive

He can be silent, but he also speaks
He can love, and he can hate
He is in war, but also in peace

I think I heard that somewhere...

People say there is never enough of him
Maybe I will feel the same when my Time comes
Or perhaps, when Time comes for me

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A Poetry Convention

To anyone and all
I am awestruck
as I attend
this some-what altered afternoon
altered in a way by
poetic humans
tiny tables among giants on words
sharing all unselfish things as
pen and tea harmonize in their hands.

These peaceful poets including I at this convention
all paired by four
tease time and essence before noon is dawn.

In all sincerity;
how nice it is to be a man at this table
among women
whose beauty write themselves.

To my left of me my Mikki,
melting ice-cream on hot dessert
brings light to the table with
The Lull
and like a Christmas present
All eyes were opened to a new awakening

And all could see The Breeze Amongst A Willow
a painting Emma drew with her words
the words that wind the wind to blow
poetry upon paper and pen.
Its nice to see Emma in front of me
frowning freestyles and smiling sonnets
causing our table to laugh its wood off!

to the right of Emma,
meditates the Measure of Happiness with two words:
Oh what beautiful art thou displays
poetic godmother; professor of poetry.

These visitors of poets I do adore.
In thus they asked for me to speak of me...
and I recited Visitors nervous with nerves
for with each line I scared myself.
Next time I'll think I'll speak of Sleeping Kisses. 

at the table:
Johnny Sumler
Emma Mantle
Andrea Dietrich

Table of Four

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highway grinding
myway finding
        mental meanderings
philosophic ideals
     mirrorly miles
            of reflection
passed under tired tires

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Into Turquoise

Walking the seashore of slumber
Passivity’s humid breath
A moment of sweet need
In serenity of my minds eye
Where I am truly safe
It is only those azure eyes
The scent of Auburn hair
That crashes my momentary…

One breath entails my need
It all slowly falls away
Entering that undiscovered country
Resembling dream
A solemn place where words
Spoken without consequence
Float into turquoise skies
Without meaning…

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This is My Time to let the Sun Shine Down on Me!

This is my life.

         This is my Journey.

This is my time.

         This is my home.

This is my family.


        This, This is my time 
to live my life, love 

        with all my heart,

dream with all my 


This is my time to 

let the Sun Shine down on me!

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i look so small from up here

you bitch
it was you who taunted us
we walked
on razor sharp blades
of grass
at straws
covered in white dust 
on the surface

on the surface
we used the word art
and crapped on it
like so much hay

we did it every day
in every way

without a kiss
we fornicated 
on the carpet
where we rehearsed
our play
that was when


that was when

we jumped 
from the edge
from the cliff
when our bodies 
crashed into the rocks
and even a rock garden
layers and layers
of skin
of flesh
of tributaries
of bone
layers and layers 
of blood
of platelets
of cells
of liquid…life

landed from a hundred yards up.

it was you on my mind
and you know we didn’t die

when we jumped
from our school
from the edge
when our bodies
was our addiction

the smoke
the pills
the blotters
the powder

you caught my eye

and we 
let our schooling
get in the way 
of our love
what we loosely 
called our art

but i did 
i fell hard

the day i spiralled 
from the rock
where i stood
and you know
you were
you are
the edge

and you know
it’s you

the day
i fell

i fell for

and me who took the fall


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night visions




          in clarity.

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Georgia Muse

I went to Georgia without my bonjo in my hand I knew it would be great after I landed and took a stand I told them my name and they asked, "What's your fame?" I reached for my muse and turned it loose like a goose They straightened their ties and said “O’ me, O’ my!” “We made a mistake about this poetic rhyming guy!” Someone handed me a bonjo and they all joined the tango My muse had its way and we had a wonderful stay As we departed for home they started to sing, “Hurry back poet, may your muse give you wings!”

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violet forever

Winter whispers goodbye as
  aggressive March cleanses
the Earth in preparation for 

yellow hyacinths and
                             purple irises.

Free spirits enter with the 
          fierce wind, anticipating
renewal, living...yet waiting...

                      for always.

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The simultaneous effect 
of two glances 
across the last remaining 
distance between them 

    when first they met 

    when they are apart 

Each carrying within 
   the beat 
     of the other's heart

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For Grandmomma Pt 1

A lot of lessons learned./ I sip this Hennessey and fought the burn./ My mind is clouded with 
so many memories./ I hear your voice "Boy pick yourself up off your knees"./ But I wonder 
why God would take you away from me./ Please Lord I need some clarity./ Nothing makes 
sense.  I cry, I can't lie nor deny I'm drowning in my own dark obscurity./
     The pain remains inside./ Eating me alive./ I wonder without you if I'll survive./ I try and 
hide from the responsibilities in my life, but have no success./ So I'm left with this heartache 
in my chest./ Tears roll down my cheek./ Does that make a man weak?/ God I need to 
know./ Was it just her time to go?/
     So many times I sit down attempting to express what I was feeling,/ but my heart and 
mind wasn't willing./ Nothing I wrote seemed to be enough,/ to compliment you and your 
motherly love./ Every time I thought of you I felt like balling up in a fetal position and dying./ 
I could not write about you without breaking down and crying./
     For awhile I carried a bad attitude./ Looking for an excuse to accuse anyone in my family 
forever disrespecting you./ I think about all the tears my grandmomma shed./ I wished her 
alive and everyone else dead./ Was it my imagination or was it your pretty face I saw in the 
clouds?/ I hope you're looking down on me and you're proud./ And you're hearing my voice 
right now somehow./ I wish there was a button I could push to rewind./ So I can tell you 
what's on my mind./ Kiss your check./ Have you speak./ Hold you just one more time./
     Your passing took away my energy./ You said you would never leave me./ You were 
always so honest./ So when you broke your promise,/ It left me confused./ I felt cheated 
and my soul was bruised./

Con't in Pt 2

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She didn't remember who I was
But it didn't really matter
Her eyes would light up like sunshine
Each time I entered the room.

She'd say, "Oh! Please, sit a spell",... and I would pull up a chair...
I handed her the bag.  She peeked inside.
Her smile was like a happy child.
A cookie....she could always find delight in a cookie.
You would have thought it was a pot of gold.

As we chatted, she told me her birthday was coming.
"December 19th!", she would remind me..
Forgetting that she'd told me many times before.
Although it was only summer...I said "We'll have to celebrate!"
And she said...."Oh yes..let's have a party!"
Everyone knew that this lady loved a party.

"I must be going!", she suddenly said 
Said again, with a worried brow...just as she fretted the day before..  
"The girls will be home from school!"
She looked around for her purse.
"I have three girls, you know,.....they will be coming home from school."
She repeated once more...."I have three daughters, you know."

I told her the girls will be fine...and that I'd like to visit a little longer.
That seemed to calm her.  "Have you seen my ring?"..
She held her gnarled and withered hand high for me to see.
A flash of glitter graced her finger, sparkling just like the stars in the sky.
"My husband gave it to me, ...a Valentine surprise!" she said.  "He was a rascal, you know!"
"Oh,'s beautiful, Irene"...I responded. 
"Did you know", she smiled again...."My husband gave this to me as a Valentine surprise!"...

Finally,  it was time for me to leave, and I started to say goodbye.
"Oh...would you mind taking me with you?"...."The girls will be coming home from school!"
I told her I would check on her girls...not to worry.
And then I told her I would be back again tomorrow..

"I have a birthday coming", she said....December l9th!!"
Once more...I said..."Yes...we will have a party"....
"Did you see my ring?"..."My husband gave it to me on Valentines, it was a surprise!"

And I said..."It's lovely lovely as the stars in the sky"
As lovely as Irene....
Goodnight Irene goodnight....the stars will shine brighter tonight,...
Goodnight Irene, goodnight....

Submitted for Dane Ann's contest "What Kindness Means to You"

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i wish

i wish you could have
looked deeper into
my eyes 
and knew what
was there for you

i wish you could
have known what my
lips were trying to
tell you but were 
afraid to do so

i wish i had held 
you closer. that i had
known that one  day
would be the very
last time i would 
see you

i wish you could have 
known what my heart
said each time i saw you
how i felt when my hands
touched your face

i wish i had told you
how it made me feel
when you kissed my
lips over and over 
and told me how 
beautiful i was

i wish you could have 
been braver and therefore
able to tell me what you
were going to do
when you were so sad

and ... i wish and i wish,
and i wish,  but all i can see
is you,  and how handsome
you were the last time
i saw you; and how i 
longed to tell you i loved 
you too...

i wish.

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Fickle so fickle this life is at times,
You can't press fast forward nor rewind,
There are so many things to entertain the mind,
You seldom have time to relax or unwind,
Before the ticking clock sounds its chimes,
Fickle just fickle so fickle I say,
Going and coming, Coming and going,
Shifting with the wind are the sands of time,
Ever waxing, then waning, like the moon is it's mind,
Like grains of wasted salt there it lies on the floor,
So spread apart it can shift to any door,
Decisions, decisions, what will it choose,
Will it let me win today? Or today shall I lose?
On pins and needles does my plum bottom sit,
Should I wait for the outcome or in a jiff should I split?
No matter which I choose the fact still remains,
That this life is fickle and can drive you insane,
Can't keep your schedule or good time by it ,
So if your heart or mind has a good notion you may as well try it,
Cause life is fickle as fickle as ever.

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Ripple in the Water

Recently in one of my poems
I wrote
“If you never lose it means nothing to win”
I add the line
“When you’ve always lost it means everything to win”
I have worked hard to change the person I am
The Lord called on me one night in Prison
And for the first time in my life
Suddenly mattered to me
Suddenly mattered to me
Suddenly mattered to me
And my status as a “Homeboy” suddenly meant NOTHING AT ALL
I was locked so deep in a cell that all I could do was write
Knowing that I was so much a loser
That even those who loved me the most
Would never write back
For to them it was just another empty lie
I mailed out a stack of letters every day for over a year
Before I finally got one back
I won’t go into what that letter said
For it is the one thing between my wife and I
That I’m compelled to keep private
When your life is spent as a loser
You completely lose all concept of the word win
Until you actually win something
And all at once all the years of torment and pain
Being a burden and suddenly become a blessing
As your final tear of regret becomes a ripple in the water
You realize
With the love of the Lord, Family, Friends and Self
You have been reborn

Yesterday I won a Poetry contest on the site and for the first time in my life I felt like
a winner. Don’t be like me and need to win something to realize you are a winner. Know in
your heart that the moment you stop being a loser you are a winner because that is the
greatest victory of all.

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The mumblings of day’s gone bye
A living memory of a life ending
Unable to recapture the joy of time and place
The meanderings of a mind wandering,
Through labyrinths of jumbled memories.
The treasures of a lifetime soon exposed;
Silent, tolerant nods, as heads turn away
Not understanding the inner cry for recognition
A life well spent, vulnerable now to senility and time.
Shaking, sagging, arthritic creaking bones,
Holding within the tears and joys of yesteryear.
Childhood with its anticipation, grasping for life.
The fruitless dreams of idealistic youth,
The reality of living, the striving to survive.
Tired old eyes that tell of tragedy and hope,
Mumblings of faded memories and shattered dreams;
Family, friends, passed away, forgotten ones alive,
In a shoe box of memorabilia, of all that used to be;
Faded photos, letters, cards, a child’s lock of hair.
Faces constantly dutifully drifting in and out,
Strangers attending, no time for understanding,
To offer solace to the remnants of a life already spent.
In the midst of living, why are we so unaware?
How delicately life is balanced, years set all awry
In the ramblings of a bag of bones, senility and time. 

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Never Ever Forget

Guidance is a given
Acceptance is a must
In a world so big
The only strength you have is you
Take control drive your goals
Take this time to reflect then let it go
Stomp on the gas
Life has no time for brakes
Coast on the coast of your choosing
Top down no worries no regrets
Let it all hang out
Let them see your heart
Let them live your beauty
Graciful you are in all you do
Make them see with indifferent eyes
Your heart is your dream
Your faith is your forgiviness
Your dream is worth chasing
Run my friends chase it down
There is only one finish line and where it is placed is up to you

Never ever forget this.

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Merry Christmas PS!

This is always a very very difficult time of year for me. I get so dang depressed,
and yes the majority of that pain comes from being incarcerated.  It is a very lonely place.  
Christmas is actually my fav. time of year. It was also my momma's (Grandmomma) who 
passed in 2007.  Her memory glows brighter within my heart during Christmas.  She raised 
me from a babe to a man...Yes I was grandmas boy :) So I was extremely spoiled.  When 
she passed in "07 (while I was in here) Man it nearly killed me.  Please read "For 
Grandmomma" (I wrote about her and my loss).  Anyway - Thank you to my best friend 
Marty Owens, For making Christmas a little happier for me.  I don't really have "family" only 
(my 2 beautiful daughters Jasmine 11 yrs and Brianna 9 yrs.)  Marty is all I have in my life.  
It's a very lonely hard place to be in without "family" or "friends"          Friends are so rare.  
I'm talking genuine friends.  So he introduced me to PS because of my raging passion for 
writing. I've grown so attached to some of you! I'm surprised at the love I have for some of 
you and I don't really know some of you. lol  It's wierd, but love can be wierd sometimes.  
So ...Charma many hugs and kisses!  Carol B. who introduced a lot of people on PS to me.  
Thank you!  Lolita my friend until the end!  Audrey my biggest fan, I'm here for you always! 
Patricia A. woman you always make me smile.  Simone my newest fan your comments 
sometimes make me blush! lol   Linda-Marie I loved my Christmas card  and your 
encouraging words...thank you..Lena...what can I say?  There are cards I would like to get 
out to some of you..send addresses sm and marty will get them to me via postal mail.  I 
would like to hear from you guys w/pics  I too will send pics of me  Merry Christmas XOXO's 
Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587 P.O. Box 2405  Marion NC 28752

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Route: Broken Love

Our remaining time is ticking
the time we have left to be together
so give me one last kiss 
and turn and walk away
truth is my heart screams for you to stop
and turn around 
but the road splits here
the blue road that you have chosen
will guide you to a bright future
a future where I am not with you
so please for your sake
keep walking
and don't look back
please don't forget that
I love you so much
and that this pains me to let you go
but I'll stay here and stare at the deserted dawn

Time is slowly slipping away from us 
lets share this final kiss
the road splits here
our fate has been decided
the white road that I have chosen
leads me to a future 
a lonely future where you are not there
but I will never forget you
even as the dawn approaches
I know this hurts
but please walk away
don't ever forget that 
I love you so much
and that it pains me to see you go
but I'll stay right here and stare at the deserted dawn 

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Dark Pathway

The Heart of LOVE enveloped YOU and  --   I
In the course of EVERLASTING LOVE I   --   Failed
My minute blacken heart would not let you -  In
Looking back through time I do see a Pure  -- Life
The watches, Grandfather clocks of  Time  --    Running
Oblivious to the feeling of pain from  Falling   --  Down
Stumble over nothing along midnight Black    --   Paths
Following an unseen grotesque horned being   --   Leading
My uncleansed Soul across my Death’s river    --   Toward 
An Eternal Damnation living in a blazing Hot    ---    Hell
Dedicated To my POETRY Brother, Ruben Ortellao ( YOUR Turn )

Author's Note : This is a New Form of POETRY Dane-Ann and I are Trying
to get started We Call It " End Line Word POETRY " 

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One step back, Two steps forward...

Before I start I just want to say that I will always love you Baby..

I am letting you go, so go you are free
Free to learn that you were meant for me,
The pain and misery of our history,
Shall never flee from inside of me,

I deserve better than this,
You know I do,
But all I've ever wanted 
Was what I deserve,
To come from you,

Dating is preparing,
Preparing to give all,
I gave you everything,
A mistake that led to our downfall,

I did it anyway,
Because I want you forever,
But you are my first relationship,
And I didn't know any better,

If only you knew exactly how I feel,
You would not be so upset,
That I need time for my heart to heal,
You've done me wrong so many times,
Which are comparable to murder, 
But as relationship crimes,

I know we both never wanted this,
We sprinted off the start,
Racing towards infinite bliss,
Only to run out of breath,
And slowly move apart,
And lose eachother in innocent mist.

So when you come back,
You will be yourself once more,
Not who you are now,
But that innocent girl from before,

And since you have a tolerance to,
The greatest part of me given to you,
I will be come an even better man,
So when I learn how to give again,
I will be ready to take your hand...

By Janetta's Grandson.
A poem on a downhill relationship of me and my first relationship. I was getting 
badly because I became obsessive after a hard time in my life and she took 
advantage of
it.  So I postponed our future and let her go so she can see what she is doing 
and go back
to the girl she used to be, in the meantime I'm going to focus on getting back on 
my feet

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I realised today
that haste is the greatest enemy of Truth,
that acting without necessary Cause
is just creating More Noise!

I realised today
that letting something go before it dies away
is just as bad as picking it before it is ripe:
that things come and pass as they please
and playing God is simply playing the fool.

I realised today
that everything I don;'t like about you
is a reflection of something I don't like in me.
For I can't really perceive anything outside myself:
I am everything I see and feel.

I realised today
that Time is just the gap
between Thought and Manifestation,
that what I think, I create,
and Time is just the Gap which allows me to see that.

I realised today
that it's only when I get back in touch with my Feelings
that I know Truth:
for neutrality is just a game
the Ego plays to avoid Hurt.

I realised today
that my Mind is full of games,
that I want Out,
that I want to be Still
and Feel what I know to be True.....

for Truth is what I Feel
not what I Think:
thoughts crumble upon closer inspection
but Feelings persist,
leading me to Higher and Higher awareness.....

and whatever I do,
nothing can become more sacred
than this Magic Moment of stillness
I hold between each breath:
this eternity which passes from me every second,
the Universe crystallised in one tiny pulse......

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Without Any Warning

Without any warning,
you cast your sails,
for that magnificent journey,
where happiness dwells.
You told me often,
and  I recall it so well,
be true to yourself,
I will always remember Tom Bell.

Tom, you often gave me advice,
I know you didn't think I listened,
but I did.
I will miss you my friend,
Your friend forever, Christy
"Goodnight Moon"

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The prettiest rose unfurls

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Its fragrant silken form
I hold in my mind
A memory or thought
Of each tender moment
I have graciously shared with you

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Releasing its natural beauty
To an awe-inspired world
I hold in my heart
A love that grows evermore deeply
Despite thinking I’ve given my all

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Till it blooms in radiant glory
I give you everything I am
Protect you and cherish you
Knowing I am the luckiest
Most blessed person in the world

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
After which blooms wither and fall away
I remember how much you 
Need to know daily you’re cherished
By someone who loves you more
Than words can ever express

You are as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
My love my life my future

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Broken Record Sickness

Two hands in folds of shoddy cotton,
in clouds of cheap champagne and cigarette smoke.
My ringing ears

Echoing the television murmurs,
but it’s the same news on a broken record,
broken record horrors.

Now the clock— It’s snickering, a thief, consuming time and stealing
the 217 kisses, the 32 chocolate milkshakes shared
in his old Porsche,
the 3 ice creams in December and the 12 shivers that followed, 
the 56 morning coffees, 
the 12 months of moon cycles—
I counted them one by one, refusing to let time

I remember with him
the 314 soft embraces, the 17 drops of brandy
that dripped down our chins, the 39 words 
yelled then regretted, the 3 meteor showers
he slept through.

Waiting room. I try to peel the hospital scent from his skin,
but it’s a lonely phantom refusing to depart.
The summer cologne lingers its dollar’s worth on his scalp,
quickly fading, masked by Lysol, white walls, sickness.

Feverish. He closes his eyes, heart monitor beeping to a constant,
the peaks on a swift descent. 

Because as time chews away
the 3 teeth bumps, the 14 letters, 
19 skin tracings, 2 chalk outlines,
the 3-syllable, 8-letter words,
and the 100 times
I confirmed reality
(as he cried, in vain, 
for release),
I’m forgetting already 
the smell of his hair, the precise pores
and number of freckles on his cheeks.

Now. I turn car key, start engine, breathe broken- record breaths.

I’ll pretend it’s all a formula I’m confirming,
because Fate never meant us to be. 
I am discovering truths:
we’re just awkward children in this adult world,
aware of waning time, unprepared, longing for youth.

His Gods have plugged us both in like variables,
and we’re no longer oblivious to the outcome,
because I’ll wrestle with Love, plead with Death,
beg and bargain with Time,

and still,
I’ll drive on.

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Get Ready--Yes--Looking forward to that Date

I Wonder what is...
Times of moments to be...
Soon shall all see..
God's Glory So Divine

Do you know where your going?
Do you know what time it is?
Do you know your running late?
Do you know you need to get ready?
Do you know we have a date?

I know.. where I am going
I know what time it is
I know I am ready
Yes.. Looking forward to that date..

Eternity is just a step away
Time is Now.. 
Don't delay.. any longer..
don't be too late..
Come to Jesus.. 
While there is Time...

Get ready.. 
For God's Glourious Date..
Day of Our Lord
Jesus Christ
Forever Shall Reign
All the Angels Shall Sing
Glory Glory Glory
To Our Divine King

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Why, why, why? Is all I ask
Do you send these folk my way
There not the ones I'd choose myself
But I attract within hooray
You must have plans to work me Lord
Have I really gone astray

I try so hard to be polite
You send me those who groan
From trials of life
Crying painful body drones
But I face a war continually Lord
Spine crumbling pained bones

I questioned much over the years
Of those you sent my way
But each one has had effect on me
What will I have learned today
I want to tell of things you've done
And why I've learnt to pray

You sent me counseling to help
Through things wrong in my youth
Then church fellowship did help me through
When marriage went down sluice
A teacher friend taught me much
In assertiveness and truth

You sent me someone kind and true
When I'd thought life was gone
A friend of a friend a neighbors brother
Turned out to be the  one
Who'd bring me home and settle again
Protect me and my two sons

You showed me work where I did learn
The skills to pull me through
In kitchens I did learn to cook
In schools help my children too
The staff within were pillars and rocks
In illness helped me do

You send others now to my house
Now I can't go out all alone
I used to sit and ponder sorry
I couldn't do things on my own
But now I have found new waters
I can swim and write a poem

I help others through my charity support
When I can get to phone
I can help in ways that others cant
And control load with able zone
I listen to those there struggling
Look at positives not moan

So I'm thankful for those folk you sent
Though I don't understand your process
But each time one has helped me to 
Understand and cope it's noticed
So send someone to help I'll pray
And I'll listen as perfect hostess

Author's notes

Okay, so I realize as it stands it needs tweaking, but at the time the pen flowed and now it 
needs some TLC... any ideas welcome, although I do not want to detract from the 
meaning/depth.  Any idea of rhyme was not originally intentional so please forgive I know at 
present its dreadful!! Help please?

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God's 3 perfect lives

god has 3 perfect lives
and he lives them simultaneously
arent you fathoming the power of god?

One of them is a gullible god
and he walks around not knowing he is a gullible god
and he will have conversations with you
and like a genie where you dont know you are making a wish you are

i feel oceans and worlds apart from my husband but forever will be gay
but an everlasting nightmare it remains
and then the next thing you kno wyou are the victom

One of them is a prophet 
god surprising god
and everytime he does he regains his throne
and the only way to stop him
from regaining his throne
is to put him in his little bubble of ignorance
a world that isnt true and let him lead
see if he can see the truth and fool you all

The third god is the god that everyone murders
by slapping their elbow armpit and saying debbie does dishes
but keep in mind there is a curse to this perfect life
for god will live every single life from the beginning to the end of time
and be voted in and out of murder as you slap your inner elbows
and you never know when god is walking in your shoes 
for the other gods have a time machine for this wish to be true
and satan the code name for the murderer as everyone alive gets a turn
to kill their nightmare or dream come true and defeat their enemy
since the beginning of time every writer every prophet every poet
has been predicting this crime scene for death to avenge
and then welcome everyone to eternity
as we all become different crime scenes of a matrix to keep us living
happily ever after escaping our nightmares
and living our dreams

it just takes time
so keep on dreaming
and eventually with gods puzzle of angels and demons and 3 gods and other 
worlds i'll be back and slide to help you
just keep believing!

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YOU are my Everything

The first picture I ever saw of you, YOUR Beckoning GREEN EYES :   PLEADING
GREEN EYES : Like I have only seen ONCE before : My LENORE ;      FOREVER
YOUR soft milky-tan Shoulders , KISSABLE, WARM , and SWEET :            YOU
YOUR hands , Slender and Gentle yet Tender and LOVINGLY WARM:     NEVER
YOUR FACE : The face of a million ANGELS,a smile within a SMILE:        LEAVE
YOUR Beautiful, Sleek, Distinguished,GRACEFUL BODY : ENTICING:        ME
YOUR POETRY : LOSS and PAIN : YOUR Pen still writes of LOVE:              YOU
YOUR POETRY, cold , dark,night and rain : SUNSHINE, MOONBEAMS:      ARE
YOUR HEART, YOUR Thoughts, to listen to YOUR Voice is a THRILL.:         MY

 Dedicated TO Barbara Gorelick

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Distilled Purity

One has to like the price,
which never fluctuates.
It floats,
like some suspended orb
imparted from another heaven, perhaps...
itself a consciousness unknown
and undefiled. 
It is the good the ages seek,
still there before our eyes.

Were there a formula,
a prize to touch or taste,
it would not occupy the metaphor
of grace nor scorn its worshipers.
There's time to let the rain sweep down
the valley, time to revel
in the harvest when the fullness comes.
It's time to yield a little, come alive
to listen while the piper plays;
the air is sweet,
the song is of the eminence of day.

If there is any paradise
let us make room for it
within our precious now
though set upon with every fond device
of intellect to struggle to our feet;
the highest good not ours alone,
persists in that strange crystalline precipitate 
when all is done—old Paul knew what it was
and called it love.

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I Know

I know the end is not near to come
While soldiers bleed
And children die
And drones discharge the precise bomb
The rumors of wars is only the discontent
Of sinners proud and impenitent.

I know no designated time is given
No schedule to prepare for heaven
A life of righteousness 
Will not cease, anticipating the brightness
Of his coming. Faith must from day to day
Surrender to love and obey.

I know that many prophecies exist
That tells the coming of the end
But only of them consist
Of wisdom of the coming King.
From the gospel's page I'm schooled to see
The lightening of eternity.

I know that seed time and harvest shall remain
And a remnant shall reap his joy
Seek ye your peace in vain
Seek ye your wisdom coy
I know the end is not near to come
But living by faith is wisdom.

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Relaxing on the Beach

Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes 
While relaxing on a Caribbean beach.
Such a refreshing way to watch the sun 
Setting on the blue and calm horizon.

This sweet mango is such an appetizer 
Preparing the pallet for the main course.
Stimulating one’s stomach for a feast 
With visions of the coming dish, 
The main flavor of the day.

Oh, I like tasty mangoes 
The setting sun, and 
Caribbean beaches.

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Joshua's Dilemma

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

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If You Don't Know, Now You Know

If you search and try to find a love like mines but you dont
You'll be missing my love. 
When you call and I don't answer the phone like I used to 
don't worry about it.
When I walk off this time and you feel as if you were about to lose me 
well its true; 
If you don't know, now you know.
No more worries, if you think I'm going to be sitting around stressing because
of what you do. No I'm not worried about a thing.
If I don't do the things I used to do and you lose sleep because of it don't worry, 
now you see how I used to feel.
If you don't know, now you know.
While you tried and sit around and play me ,
If you knew where home was instead of leaving me alone ,
I would've still been right here taking care of you, loving you, but your lost out
If you dont know, now you know.
My mind is clearer now this vaulable heart was yours to keep 
Since you was out messing around with these no good heffas
you no longer have it. 
I dont have time to watch you sit around playing with my love
so go walk your path and I will walk mines.
If you don't know, now you know
Now you think I'm messed up about your other chick
No, I'm not but I questioned myself 
Why didn't I handle you
Well, because now that you're gone I would rather be alone
As long as my mind is right, my mind is made up, and my heart is in the right 
place, I would be glad to never see your face again
Ladies, you all know they going to miss us
because they realize that she wasn't worth it over you.
You know there isn't no erasing or replacing me.
So that's why Im not worried.
So, if  you don't know, now you know.

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His Blessings

Looking across the meadows where the 
wild flowers grow,
life has been recharged after the harsh
winters snow.
Cat tails dancing to the tune of summer day,
while butterflies of many colors rehearse their mid air play.
Trees with new foliage provide much needed shade,
and a stream of cool water reflects the hue of jade.
Sweet fragrance falls gently as the wind carries new seed,
God, and all His Blessings, will provide just what we need.

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Eyes of Innocence

I look into his soft blue eyes
And see the face of two before him
The sweet innocence and wonder
Of all that the world possesses

For in him lies the possible
Those things that escaped before
As our time is too short
To experience all the beauty before us

His smile and giggle so enchants
Free of the worldly weights to come
Unencumbered by life’s many roads
Choosing all rather than some

Such possibilities await this one
As with the two before him
Which ones will he choose 
What path shall he take

But not today, for time seems endless
For now, to explore all he sees
When joy is the only decision
And beauty in everything abounds

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With Your Pen Tonight

Paint me my dream with your pen tonight,
my special place, where everything is right.
Velvet so soft for bare feet to tread,
pillows of clouds for my weary head.
Champagne falls to swim, and bath,
my house of stars, that will never fade.
A pathway so safe, to stroll each day,
a golden moon to guide my way.
Love songs playing, in the distance so faint,
this is the dream for your pen to paint.

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And time slowed down

And time slowed down
I could feel it, see it, hear it
Yes, mostly I could hear it
The sound of silence
Only it was not silent
It was a deafening roar
Like a myriad clarion horns

And it became totally dark
With an absence of all sensation
Other than sound
And, as time moved slowly, inexorably
To a standstill
So, too, the sound moved
Becoming thinner
Becoming rhythmic, beating
Until all I could hear was
The voice of your heart

And I moved
Although at first I could not see
Or feel the ground beneath my feet
Gradually my senses returned
As first I became aware of
The sweet heady scent of the forest
And my eyes were bathed in an aura
That on opening them
Was coming from the golden foliage of the trees

And I was neither surprised
To see the raven in front of me on the path
Nor alarmed when he spoke to me
Reminding me of my hunger
And leading me to the delicacies
You had placed to sustain me on my journey
And the berries quenched my thirst
And sated my hunger
More than any feast ever had before

I followed the path until ahead of me
The way was blocked
By a shimmering gold web
And as I approached
I saw the gossamer strands begin to dissolve
And coalesce into your form

I lifted you and laid you down in the moss
And drank you with my eyes
Caressing you gently with my strong hands
The voices of our hearts sang in harmony
Time picked up from where it left off
And we were together through autumn
And the changing seasons
Carefree in love and happiness

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Echoes of Yesterdays.

Those walls of my captured annals falling
By steel leviathans devouring my solitude
Capped blasts dropping the once proud structure
No longer is a mans home his palace

Histories cowboys are the future’s vagabonds
Their ranges of ranches a dying lot
Borders now shrinking as the rooms collapse
Giving into the fear of the outside world

No one is really who they appear to be
Stowing and stealing all for a free ride
The trust in humanity a long extinct idealism
Falling in flames from the final battles bullet

Yesterday’s judgment is the hope of tomorrow
If the sun may ascend to the songbirds cry
No promises of integrity to hold onto justice
While the carrions crawl the balances edge

Holding within that which disaster has taught
Building upon the hangman’s piety
To breathe for a moment the sweet water of utopia
With every falling grain of the hourglass

…Time slows in the winds of obscurity


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Look to me I am symphony
An uninterrupted emotional tenor
Of variable nature wherein the scale
Of humanity’s opinion mill and linger

Compositions of blithe open mornings
Tempting to even the most candid spirit
Melodies that a moment of tranquility convey
Washed in the pellucid waters of divinity
These have given me a harmonic musing
Notes composing Mother Nature’s infinity
Rhythms of ecstasy from mankind's infusing
My quintessence of enduring harmonies

Yet the symphony passed to me this night
Lament in faltering the tempo of bullets
A motionless body lies before me
Oh God
The sable skies of night endure…

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Unexpected Angel

Many tears have been shed for what no longer is.
The heart that lost all hope was left for the scavengers…
Scavengers that would physically take advantage of him,
But with his verbal consent. 

His heart was dying… with nobody to heal it.
Many women had the chance to have him, 
But something would keep him away from the true threats.
Some may say fate, while others would say God… But I say thank you.

Thank you for saving me from countless destructive paths.
Thank you for keeping me slightly sane.
Thank you for giving me exactly what I needed.
Thank you for showing her to me.

Her name eluded me for a time period,
But now rings out like that of an angel’s.
She came and put her arm around me…
Wiped my face clean of tears.

She gives me love like no other,
Even though I don’t see why.
She makes me believe her heart is mine,
While in reality, my heart is hers.

She will never admit what she truly deserves,
Only desire the happiness for whom she loves.
Always ready to sacrifice her heart for his…
While all he wants is her heart.

The passage of time makes their future uncertain.
Will they be walking down an isle together
Or just in a park as friends?
Will they share a bed in love or in playful fun?

None of this is yet known…
Both have their desires, hopes and dreams
But with all of this, one thing is certain.
Teddie, I love you always and forever you will be with me.

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Labor Pains of a New Era

The rational subject
Dances in duality
Stripped of earnings, personhood urging
Marked by contract, on paper
Life transforms into property
Belligerent because of tooth enamel-
That unexpected biological decay
Proves that mind stands still

We've built up a hoary artifice
Exclaiming our particular version of truth
Covering the ground with gridwork and lines
Mining jewels to keep the helium high
While filling quotas to make the ceiling rise

I hear the great man/ nature divide
Residing in our pattern of life
Speaking out a vast anguish
Birthing pains of a new era

We will make it through the womb
Our power lies in our pleasure
As mankind always traverses
An uneven terrain

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In A World Far Away

As the sun goes down,
in a world far away,
brave men, and women,
are in harms way.
They were sent,
they couldn't back down,
this is their job,
no braver can be found.
I want to thank you,
for taking that stand,
our proud, and brave,
fighting for anothers land.
May God give you comfort,
and hold you so near,
as you help those in need,
chase away all their fears.
I think you are wonderful,
and I want you to know,
God bless our soldiers,
I love you all so.

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The Water

I was standing by the water,
but I never got wet,
maybe a little sprinkled,
but never totally wet.
Then I heard a voice,
and as it spoke to my heart,
now from the water,
my soul will never part.

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Once upon a time in a dream

once upon a time in a dream 
where angels sang
and men with wings and horns fought
and mountains followed you in anger 
I saw your face
and in a maze of solitude fright invades 
the soul 
and voices speak but never heard
I find myself among the stars
and vivid is your face                       
that lingers on 
and in this time of flight suspended in
perpetual animation sensations of 
ecstasy flirts with me
panic captures me I sink in the clutches
of a darkened sky
where this mirage is a reflection of my life 
as this oppression consumes me 
I arrive at a place where time is no more
and tranquility it’s essence 
I touch you and you are real 
and at the acme of this excitement 
I wake 
as the revelation of my manhood
escape the confines of a frightful rapture 
and your face lingers on 
escape the confines of a frightful rapture 
and your face lingers on 

Earl S. Jackson 
Mar 1988,

Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.

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Open Call

Business is booming and there's no end in sight, Death came to a huge 
decision tonight.

He called in his partners Pain and Sorrow and said "we're holding auditions 

"Auditions, Pain asked, what are you looking for?" For a third partner and he 
reached for the door.

The very next morning hanging there on the wall, was a huge flyer 

Come one come all but you better give your best audition, because we only need 
to fill one position.

As the day moved along Sorrow watched in disbelief, next in the line was his old 
buddy Grief.

Grief walked in and handed them his lengthy resume', thank you for coming 
friend you'll know by the end of the day!

The auditions had been going on steady for hours, the decision would be tough, 
they all had great powers.

Next in line would be Misery and he gave them his best, "Thank you for coming, 
wait outside with the rest".

Death having some free time sat in on the last few, after over 1000 auditions it 
was now time to choose.

Death left the decision up to Pain and Sorrow; they would just fill him in by 

All that he asked was they used their best discretion, when suddenly in walked 
the vixen Depression.

With eyes dark as night dressed all in black, she walked to the stage and the pair 
just sat back.

She said, "Am I too late for this open call? I just happened to notice the flyer on 
the wall." 

We'll give you a shot now show us what you can do; this is only because we've 
both heard of you.

They told her to give it her best shot and that's just what she did, for her first 
victim a sweet little kid.

His name was Billy he was only 13, she found him alone sitting out on a swing.

You see he had just lost his parents in a huge fire; to be with them again was his 
only desire.

She climbed in his head and she did her thing, Billy took his life right there on the 

"WOW" they exclaimed lady you are good, come with us now to see the "man with 
the hood".

A new chapter has started with Death’s open call and it all started will a flyer on 
the wall.

No longer a trio, now a quartet, a new force to be reckoned with this you can bet!


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This one is for you

  From time to time I find myself staring into the heavens lit by our stars
The elders spoke of each star having its name, and how God knew the all by it
  At a very young age I grew much interest in adventure, to be an explorer of such
Dream after dream, a huge imagination for images costed no money, dreams of much
  I lived by my creativity and will to be strong
Not many believed in me
  Some of which even put me down, stateing that I was worth nothing
With a shattered heart I saw the days evolve into night
  Patiently awaiting the sight of the first star
Dropping to my knees making a wish upon the first star in view
  Who would know that the stars grant no wish
My first language was spanish
  Not a single word of english or french I spoke
Growing up in grade school, I was the cause of many jokes
  I had not much but a few rags that I kept clean as best to my ability
Shoes with holes made my month
  None mattered because the love I searched was not of school but of my own home
Always been so different
  A mind of a genius
The will of a warrior
  But the love of...
When the tide is high swim not
  For a tormented sea might just never return you
I play guilt
  Guilt I know not for I made it as best I could
Sing me a song that I may sing to
  Paint me a portrait so that I too may loose in the form and color
Write me a poem so that I may see it play
  Pardon me for not being what you wanted me to be
Pardon me for being me
  I hope one day you may forgive my life
I meant no disrespect, what did I ever do to you
  You abused me and stomped on my heart
You punched my soul right out
  I'm sorry for not being you
And I pass to find my joy
  I will live to meet my future
This one is for you dad

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Brotherly Love

Brothers shall be loved 
I am my brothers keeper 
the love of brothers is real. 
God loves the brothers,
as well as all people.
Life of love 
brings brothers together. 
Togetherness is 
authority of love 
as life is toword the
love of brotherly bliss

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Jesus You Know His Heart

Once soft meadows so full of life,
now hold shadows, blocking the light.
Words unheard, and dreams untouched,
once your eyes laughed so much.
Distant sounds, still call your name,
within a body silenced by the game.
Love can't touch, and tears can't clean,
that part we know as self esteem.
Yesterdays of you, bring me joy,
recalling back when you were a boy.
Shiny blonde hair, and smiling blue eyes,
my heart forever hypnotized.
As tomorrow comes, and life goes on,
somewhere happiness must belong.
My prayer for you I humbly ask,
may light surround you within God's grasp.
A blessing for me, when you were born,
but somehow evil has sent this storm.
Jesus You know him, but he has lost his way,
hold him tight, don't let him stray.
Bring him safely to me once more,
as the waves get higher on unknown shores.
Lost is lonely, and screaming for help,
but I can't save him all by myself.
I give him to You, as I sit and cry,
a mother in pain, I cannot lie.
Your mother watched, as you died on a cross,
a mother in pain, for her son she had lost.
You gave her comfort, You called her name,
now I give You mine, my heart feels the same.
Bring him safely back into the flock,
as You guide a lost vessel from hidden rocks.
Let him know joy, let him feel rain,
as Your Love gently brings, my son home again.

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various frustrations concerning the hiccup-fart orgasm

and so it was that after a good run of
great sex & many lovers,
s/he came across a period of time unlike
any of her/his friends could come close to comparing,
a time of 

each time s/he was getting towards that final punch of that final round
rockin’ & a sockin’ like the robots themselves,
off went the gas pumps inside &
the kissing went ripe as the
hiccups blew in the face of the lover still trying to concentrate
(and dinner only a few minutes/hours ago, now cascading in a fine mist across the face) &
as if that wasn’t enough to drive a stake in any
romance of any satisfactory quality,
out came the blast from the other end
filling the scene with 
custom methane &
sooner than later
(as if it was anticipated anymore by the other party),
the end result of
what coulda’ been,
shoulda’ been,
but clearly

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The Days

The days have come and gone,
Since then i have felt forlorn,
I could never have told you what i held true in my heart,
I was afraid that we would part,
For i wouldn't know what to do,
Because without you,
I am a lost soul,
I just wouldn't know where to go,
When we were together,
I could never spoil the moment, i felt that it was better,
If I had let us stay as we were rather than see what we could've been, 
I didn't want to jeopardize you just for you to have seen,
That i had loved you, that i always had and always will,
I just needed for you to know that i cared till
Till the end of infinity and the end of time,
I just knew that we were perfectly in chime,
For you are all that has ever mattered to me, 
You are my world and my everything, nothing else mattered to me, not even my 
You always occupied my mind,
To the extent that i wouldn't have noticed if i had signed,
Away my life along with everything in it, i would give up everythng and anything for 
I would give anything to be with you just once more i would give away my life and 
everything in it too,
I'd do it just for you, so if you didn't know before, you do now, 
I knew that i loved you the first time i met you, i don't even know how,
But all i know is that my love for you is true,
Because i love you for being you!

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Like, Like, How Could She?

Like, this one time, in band camp 
I asked this girl out and she like, 
Said no, and I like 
Like totally liked her, and like 
I almost loved her and she said like, 
Like, like no, 
Like how could she? 
I was so hurt, like, seriously 
Not like, broke a nail hurt, like really, 
Really hurt, you know? 
Like it wasn't even in my head you know? 
Well, it was, but it was like, deeper than that 
It was right in my chest, like right by my heart 
Every time it beat, it like, hurt 
And it like, didn't stop 
Not for anything, 
Like not even when I went to sleep, 
It like, just hurt, and hurting 
And like, like never stopped 
It hurt like, so bad 
It was like the worst feeling I ever felt, 
Like in my entire life, 
How could she say no like that? 
Like really? 
I like, lost her 
Totally lost her 
But I like never had her to begin with, 
Still it hurt, because I like almost loved her 
And it felt like she was mine, but she wasn't 
And like, now she'll never be. 
This is like, sooo depression, 
How can I march in a time like this? 
I just totally feel deprived of happiness and meaning, 
I could die, I could totally die right now 
Like I'm not even kidding, I could stop living 
Right now, just die, 
I could go to that cabin and get on the roof 
Then like get onto that higher roof on the cabin next to it 
And then like, totally jump off and die 
Just die like a frog under a tire you know? 
"Not a lesbian" she says, well whatever 
I can't believe this, this is so sad 
You know, this is so bad, you know what I'm going to do? 
You know what I'm going to do? 
I'll like, tell you 
I'm going to go eat some cheese, 

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Being God's Pen

Thoughts Promenade inside my head Absent of composition or direction, As water dollops on a heated griddle. I pass time exhuming notions Thought long ago perished. From night filled crevices of my mother wit, I examine ideas whose propellant is as monster bat wings darting to and fro. Free flying, suddenly vanishing, As if having been exiled from my psyche. Their duration, analogous to griddle dollops; Once vaporization has occurred, I'm left to contemplate these mental aerobics, In selfish tones, while examining my worthiness As God's humble quill this day. Conceivably, those concepts I've pursued, Will birth in ink another time. A time of God's convenience and choosing.

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Head Chef

The special today,
is Tom's Stew,
more than enough,
for all of you.
Homemade bread,
with garlic, and chives,
real butter without calories,
dripping from the sides.
Strawberry Shortcake,
heaping with cream,
fresh from scratch,
right out of a dream.
Eat all you want,
get happy, and stuffed,
take some with you,
he insist you have enough.
Open all night,
his lights always on,
place your orders,
before it is all gone.

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Into My Dreams

On this blanket, underneath the stars,
sweet kisses of moon drops fall from

Words of comfort, whispered in my ear,
so secret, only I can hear.

Each gentle caress, my passion on fire,
brings new feeling inside,
uncontrollable desire.

Into my dreams, you creep each night,
cuddled in romance, that feels so right.

When morning comes, you slip away,
out from the covers, into the day.

When the stars come out, again tonight,
you will find me waiting;
just follow the moonlight.

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From Sultry Eyes.

Seeping heavy under my skin
Shivering inception
Calming from its wisping caress
Tenderly soothing 

Reaching with tendril like fingers
Lithe and satin
Permeating through my veins
Enveloping essence

Taming the maelstrom within me
Purity embracing
Divulging the rains of promise
Cleansing shame

Defusing against the flow of time
Forever young
Standing open in naked candor
Unselfish passion

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Passing Chance

At the moment the flying fish go by
on the side of the bus with commercial paint
you tip your coffee cup and river
the cafe's table and chair

At the moment the coffee finds the street
with you laughing outward with palms in the air
the wind swoops up a red umbrella 
right out of an old woman's hand

At the moment the umbrella breaks it's silk
in a crash on a rusty old iron fence
a child reveals a chocolate grin
to the wonderment of her mother

At the moment confetti is wiped off the face
with a wettened finger from the mother's mouth
a screeching of wheels holding tires ignites
and sends out a shower of sparks

At the moment the sparks snap into the air
and the car grinds the ground in attempt for speed
the bus with the flying fish slows down
to let one passenger off

At the moment the bus resumes it's haul
with me on the sidewalk bidding goodbye
I turn on my feet and walk back up the road
in an awkard attempt just to meet you.

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The Silence Between Words

Northern fire curves across heaven,
still and soft 
time floats calm beyond the stars
as the moon awakes
It was here that I found your name
and spoke it aloud
the wind carried it to my ear
Here I found you
lying forlorn, in your neglected grave, 
lost with a tongue that has long been forgotten
but I've found you now
will you find me too
when I lie, overgrown with weeds and thorns
while I sleep, in deep silence, embraced by the dark earth
alone, forgotten
will you remember me,
remember that once I called out your name?
clawed away the thorns and briars from your tomb
until my torn hands bled crimson upon the white marble 
my offering to you, my love?
my heart's blood,
dried so long ago
will you bleed for me, as once I bled for you
under pale moonlight
I am lost
kiss the coldness from my lips
brush the damp earth from my cheek
restore the honeyed flush that was once my youth
I've waited so long, my love, so long
and time is all I have

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Her         Thoughts   Declared    In        Beautiful   Rhyme
Love       Dreams     Feelings     Time     Forever    Time 
For          Life              In         Poets     Reading    Poetry
Poetry     Is             Poetry      Will        Poetry      Shine
Subdues  The          Penned     Write      Poetry      Shrine
The         Answer      With        Love       Living       Sign 
Mind       Eternal      Love        Poems   "Psalms"     Poetry          


   Author's note  I call this Dedication My Rhyming Double Free
   VERSE  READ it left to right or top to bottom left to right

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Complex truths

I sit in state of wonder
   as my mind does ponder
      over thoughts 
        which compared to thought are fonder
      than t' prefer that thoughts no longer
   would linger and finger about the essence
Of reality's encompassing presence
   While'st I stare through care
      To do all that I may dare 
   To alter all to do what in our minds is fair
   as we find fair left behind
and that care is lost in time
   all the point is lost in rhyme
the rhyme however is not a loss of point
   infact the joint of with without
means no existance without could be 
   with and out of sencerity 
      and doubt begins to fade
   the truth of lie has been made
we work with what we know
   to let the spirit go and see our "destiny"
      to come and no winds blow
     o'r our path to let world show
    that arrow follows path of bow
   and further will the spirit go
with than without the firing bow
    and string which wrings and sings 
  and begins to bring the thought to action
    and begins the unaction of  the unthought thought
      as becomes what is now not and once what was
   is only thought which stays unthought and reality's reality soon will rot
to grow the truth of lies and death
   and life's cycle is now at best
when all is equal, leaving end and sequal

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Nothing IsThat Simple

There is a man,
with a crooked tongue,
he rambles on,
about things,
needing to be done.
I can do this,
I can do that,
now really sir,
I smell a rat.
Nothing is so simple,
there are problems ahead,
I still remember,
what the others have said.
I cannot follow,
I have a brain,
don't pee on my future,
and call it rain.
Out of control,
everything is wrong,
the flood is coming,
and it won't be long.
The rim of the skillet,
is getting mighty hot,
don't tell me it's cool,
when I know it's not.
Carved in stone,
so long ago,
are the only words,
we need to know.

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False Happiness

Four years blind-sighted I followed your growing shadow
Hand on heart, bright lights luminated our pathway
Without even knowing it's changed
I walked beside you in darkness.

Only you know if it was Real or not,
I cannot tell anymore.
How dense was the substance behind your words "I love you"
Doing anything and everything for them, I learned that was love.

Do you know my heart? 
All I saw was you, I should've known better 
But all my heart knew was to love you
In the moments we shared together, I wanted to give you my all.

Love entrenched in my soul
Giving me strength to accomplish anything, for Us.
I’d erase even all your painful memories.
Laughter and hardship together, my bright smile to change your world.

If happiness was truly deep-woven into your heart
You would have fought.
No battle to begin with,
Fate has played a trick on us.

Feelings showered of happiness was truly false
For you to let go/surrender so easily
Our time together has been a disguise how unhappy you were
This path shouldn’t have been walked on

Little by little, small memories are being drawn inside our hearts
I'll demand my heart to stop feeling those pricks
Unconditional is only a word
I cannot be with someone who looks at love so little.

We could have found success together
You fool

P.S. Don't patronize me that our time together was only a good moment.

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Idealistic Dreamer

They say we can never go back to the way it once was
We’ve sold our souls to the corporate bastards
I say we can and I say we will
One step at a time for the idealistic dreamer
Accepting not the lies and deceit
Knowing victory, ignoring defeat
We’ve jelled together from foreign lands
It was not built on shifting sands
There comes a time when we need to say NO
We’ve had enough, our strength we’ll show
We don’t need your kind of change
Our dreams, our faith to rearrange
A time for unity the nation cries
We can’t listen to your blatant lies
Fighting for freedom, for all those slain
One nation UNDER GOD we will remain
And so until the judgement day
An idealistic dreamer I will stay.

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The signs came early enough for us to know, 
that we didn't have much time before you would go.
You had to quit your job and move somewhere new,
leaving all those memories behind for us to review.
We knew the upcoming months would be tough,
trying to make the best of every moment, but still not enough.
The next few months for you were somewhat a blast,
going to Tennessee with your daughters, both hoping it would last.
When you got back, you became sicker and sicker,
the doctors said that  the cancer started getting thicker and thicker.
We all knew the end would come soon, how long it would be, no one knew.
Every moment we could, we spent with you, 
Now I sit and realize how the time just flew.
As the end came near we threw you a surprise,
I'll never forget the look in your eyes.
We threw a surprise party just for you, 
inviting all the people that you knew.
The end would soon come later that night, 
as you passed away and began your heavenly flight.
Mom and Dad said that you had a blast,
those last few moments, filling the night with plenty of laughs.
As you recalled old memories of yours from the past,
with everyone there hoping that time would last.
As I sat through the funeral, and I shed a single tear, 
I would never forget the times you and I shared here.
Now that I know you are gone, 
to live in heaven eternally long,
I have come to say that I will always love you Grandma,
and I will never forget you,
goodbye "Nanaw".

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Inner thoughts

Each time I see your face,
millions of thoughts come to mind.
Can this be real? 

My heart starts racing, 
emotions ready to explode,
What is this that I feel?

Just spending time with you,
means everything in the world.
I love who you are.

When we're together,
nothing else matters, 
its you and me, we forget the world.

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Scale to size

If there is a battle 
between good and evil
I am not here to tip the scale
For every dollar I earn
I waste
For every dollar I spend
I take
For every time I tried
I failed 
For every time I failed
It was because I was lying 
To myself
So easy to gain trust
So hard to lose it
So hard to find inner power
So easy to abuse it
I am not here to tip the scale
I am here to set it on fire
So we can see it.

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Too Late For Regrets..

Time stopped, just for a moment
lovers crossed the inevitable line of ecstasy
indulging in ones fantasies
giving into the yearning desire,that burned so deep
basking in each others flowing rivers, turning the fresh lit
spark into an never ending blaze
no thoughts, no fears, no worries
suddenly, lightning strikes, the earth moved

and Time resumes

A cold front swept across the room
bringing forth an unwanted chill
not a word is spoken, their eyes never meet
for feeling of guilt and regret will be forever painted 
on their faces
when the door opens,  all innocence leaves
as the heart of the seed left behind bleeds
and a conscience returns holding one bound in solitude
wishing that time could rewind......

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The actor

A heavy breath fell warm against the red curtains that hid the magic of the stage
A book read again and again truly has touched the eyes of the heart, from the very first page
Chapters of unfolding mystery, suspense and anxiety holding hands giving you that energetic rage
The script in his mind, verses and simulated facial expressions, his given talent at a young age

A unsteady crowd set the tune in the theatre where his talent surely would come to life
Confident to his act, he walked onto the stage, and a huge applause welcomed his good looks
A young man whom stood to his studies, always finding answers in his books
Red, perhaps yellow or maybe even green would be his outfit, but an act never in strife

The gentle for seen gave tune to his heart, it began to sing
Gently, softly flowing music ceased the upbeat in the unsteady crowd
From one note to the other note, sound to sound all with the stroke of a tuned string
Alas the climax of the scene was at peak in the center stage, flowers raining down on him loud

A dream, a vision for seen by his life before finally came to be
His art melted even the hardest hearts scattered in the audience
All in time a dream fulfilled, careless yet hard patience
Yet time did take the long ways there, upon arrival all his trouble was set free

Whether its an act or a scene in you already troubled life, one must be a peace with time
For time passed can never return to be changed, pay ear to my rhyme
Yee shall come to see, joy at heart only Christ can give
Pause, end your act, and He will enter you, love you shall receive

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Your Canvas Is Still

Over the mountains, and valleys, and hills,
echoes sweet music for me to hear.
Gone from my eyes, but never my heart,
some things on this earth, shall never depart.
Once your voice spoke my name,
you said, "never give up, you have much to gain."
Your canvas is still, resting somewhere,
but what you left behind, showed me you cared.
Over the mountains, and valleys, and hills,
echoes sweet music for me to hear.

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Maybe one day,
my heart can beat,
maybe one day,
a new love I will greet,
maybe one day,
laughter will live,
maybe one day,
a new life I can build.
Maybe one day,
a miracle I will see,
maybe one day,
things will be as they
should be.

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The Lake

The lake was only small
But we boated.
Not far to go...

Back and forth
On the little lake
And watching the boat go.

Back and forth and go  -
Using up the day
That won't return.

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Past Reflections Of Now.

The young boy happy and contented in life
Sheltered from the real evils of man
Lost in his room with the treasures of adventure
Unbridled dreams tapestry serene summer days
Purity of youth’s innocence in soft blue eyes
This happy child lost in pages upon his bed
Never paying life a second thought
The realization that someday he would pass on
Oh, to be invincible again if only for a moment…
Years flitter by on the winds as they always have
Struggle reared up its eyes all to often
The imagination boy of unsullied venture
Began the transforming journey into the world
The crisp blue eyes of photographed youth
Now a hard gray reflecting scars of strife
The insatiable ardor for living in the moment
Becomes the bittersweet flavor of years gone by
Under the flushing candle his sword now a pen
He writes of looking in the mirror of whetted eyes
Wishing what he believed then, he could grasp now.
Oh, to be invincible again if only for a moment…

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         I closed my eyes and tried to forget the way you smiled and those dark 
mysterious eyes.

 You touched my soul and I just wanted you to know that. You blew my 
mind for so many years and now I feel so alone.

 I cancelled you so long ago, I swore that this was finished. But the only thing that was 
ever finished was a lie and I swore to my heart that it didn't.

 Didn't beat every time I saw you, Didn't tip every time you smiled. Didn't trip over 
myself every time I pretend that I wasn't.

 It was all a lie and I couldn't control the fact that I wanted you, every part of you 
and more. 

I would sneak little glances at you out of the corner of my eyes, Remember 
that i'm not confident at times I can be kind of shy.

 I wanted this to be secret but it was just waiting to burst out, and as the years went 
by I find myself dying to see you once again. Is that you I see on the train? I shiver 
just at the thought. 

How many times am I gonna flip when it wasn't even you just a look alike.

 This has to tell me something this has to be a sign, If I ever saw you again I would 
jump off a cliff so high.

 But then again I remember you were supposed to be cancelled that's 
what I told all my friends.

 You were no longer viewing in my mind, A past show, just 
some long road that i'd done traveled. 

It wasn't until some time later that a friend 
whispered in my ear, she told me that you were doing ok and then the feelings 
started to surface again.

 God I yelled at myself can you be anymore pathetic... I wasn't going out like that this 
is the last time I write about this person.

 I smile knowing that this poem is just the third of many... cancelled? It would never be 
fully over in my mind, I mean a girl has to have her fantasies.

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Eyes Of Reality

Eyes of confidence
Naïve and hardened	
Advancing on the battlefield

Eyes of anguish
Discovering the horror
Spent upon the blood of war

Eyes of hope
Peace in reprieve
Hold fast to victory’s color

Eyes of benevolence
Engulfed within anguish
Rueful to the melee’s victims

Eyes of regret
A human understanding
Shoveling over another grave

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Father Time

Tick, tock goes the clock
The hands go ‘round
And never stop
Time does fly
So says the wise
The children always
Ask them why
For when still young
Time passes slow
Why this is
I just don’t know
But as we age
And by now we see
That time speeds dramatically;

The months pass like days
The years I’ll forever fear
For as each one passes
I know the end is ever near
I’m not afraid of dying
I know God will take me Home
I’m not afraid of flying
That will be left up to my soul
But what I am afraid of
And what it is that scares me so
Is the thought of losing those I love
And thought of growing old
But time does pass for all alive
There’s just no cheating 
Father Time

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Lost Dark Beauty.

She so delicate of visage
Veiled in obscurity
Intangible appearances
Faceted in flowing black mists

Eyes buffering the vagueness lit
Piercing through shadow
Contained within
Turbulent metaphors of dusk

Tempting destiny uncontrolled
Splashing hot crimson 
Upon the life sparked cinders
Empathizing too late

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You can get back up again

My dear friend has been fighting cancer for the last six months
so please say a little prayer for her

You can get back up again

Written By Dean Masciarelli

December 1, 2009

We all face challenges 
every single day 

Yet some situations
worse then others

So try not to let the
things knock you down 

And if life try’s 
to knock you down

Remind yourself
you can get 
back up again

I have learned that 
from a friend of mine

Who's life is 
hanging on a limb

And Her situation

Started over 
five years ago

When she was told 
that she had cancer 

And it didn't look 
very promising 

But some how by 
the grace of God 

She lived 

And then she was 
with cancer again

And this time it 
was breast cancer 

And the doctor told her 
that in order for her to live 

That she had to 
have her breast removed 

And she thought 
about it for awhile 

And she made 
the decision 

That her life was 
more important 

So she told the doctor 

Take my breast off 

Because if it means 
that I can live longer 

I will fight with 
all my might 
until the very end

Yet she hasn't 
been doing well 

Because of all 
chemo treatments

But yet she still 
takes the time 
to remind me often

That life is 
for the living

So try to live each and  
every day to the fullest

Because none of us 
are promised tomorrow

So do your best 
to live for today 

And live every moment 
as if it were your last

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Its like a new start
But at the same time, Im at the finish line
Its like I've gained something
But at the same time, I've lossed
I feel empty
But yet im full
Im sad inside
And at the same time Im happy
I gave
So that i could get
What i gaveup wasnt alot but it has a hold on me
What i got makes what I had seem..seem...unworthy
Its like I've accomplished something
But it wasnt enough
I left the old life
I've moved on
So why am I crying
Why doesnt this feel right
I dont wanna go back
but I dont wanna stay
I've gained so much
But at the same time I've lost a huge amout
I'm confused and im lost
Im cold yet Im hot
Im hungry yet im full
I dont know if i should make a left or a right
I dont know if im wrong or right
It's a new start
But im standing at he finish line...

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I was like a piece of paper
I was smooth and crumple free
And then a man did pick me out
And scribbled over me.

And then when he had done his work
He took me in his hand
He crushed that piece of paper, me
I didn’t stand a chance

Then came a day that he did think
He wasn’t maybe done
He took that paper out the bin
And smoothed it out again.

He didn’t see the scribble there
And again he took his pen
He scribbled more and made a mess
And crumbled me again.

Some time did past and then one day
Another time was found
The man who picked it out this time
Was angry and astray

He took that piece of paper, me
And again it was smoothed out
He saw that there was scribble there
But didn’t take a count

I had some wine that split on me
I had some crackers too
I wasn’t what he want me be
And nearly tore in two

He wrote some angry words on me
And vented for release
And then I found me once again
Just thrown on a heap

Now I sit here mighty soiled
With lots of marks on me
And I don’t care just anymore
For those who don’t want me. 

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in time, we will go our seperate ways..i dont ever ever ever ever ever ever ever 
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever want that come, 
because our friendship might be done...after that, i sat, in a corner, and i 
mourned her.

some day, when we're  older, time will go by much much slower. but when i see 
that ur still there, i say with all my heart how much i care. When the time comes 
for me to go, i want you to know, that  you'll never be alone. I'll always be with you 
no matter where you go, no matter who you are with, i will be with you and stay 
with you ..and give you all my bliss.

Its times like these, when i see, what you truly mean to me. Why your there, why 
you care. It's because of when i need you, you were there, and you were true. You 
were the best friend i could find, If I lost you, i would die, but since you're here, let 
me be clear, dont you ever, ever leave me, i wont see, i wont be alive, i will die.

Even though you make me mad, i am ever so glad to be your friend. Even when 
the times are rough, and all you need is a little love. Well you came to the right 
one, because i am a lot of fun. When you need me, in good times and bad, dont 
worry, dont be sad, because I am done.

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My Battles As A Soldier

Streaking skyward the tracers rip
Into hanging soldiers
Falling about into mayhem
Pulsing through blood-filled ears
Hearing comrades scream
Understanding nothing
This is the war I found…

Hatred filled hardened hunter
Into smashed building
Homes pulverized rubble
Strewn about the decaying mass
The scorched metal burning
Bodies of the fallen men
The miasma of war I forever inhale…

Tigers rolling through billowed flame
Firing upon burnt battlefield blindly
Retreating in terror I leave the voices
Calling as I my boots tamp by arms
Reaching for safety I couldn’t render
Brothers abandoned in the Arnhem snow
These are the ghosts of war who haunt me….

Battle’s percussion on the horizon distant
I fade through the fields upon the Rhein
Farmhouses glow a midnight path
Walking to the beat of gun fire echoes
Off the walls of a shelter a little boy sits
Unafraid of the man feeding him chocolate
In the crater of a bomb…

This flash of hope my salvation from war.

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Stuck in traffic, what will he do,
she just called, and said I need you.
Pains have started, five minutes apart,
would carry myself, but the car won't start.
He told her calmly, I'm leaving now,
clocking out, I'm headed down.
Rush hour roulette, stuck in the rear,
is that a siren he hears.
Finally  two hours slowly crept by,
he stepped on the gas, that car did fly.
Already left, she was ready to birth,
neighbor said, that woman is tough.
Back in the traffic, headed South,
to the hospital, horn blaring loud.
Running inside, as fast as he could,
trying to make it, he hoped he would.
Where is maternity, I'm needed there,
tiny little woman, with long blonde hair.
Follow me, the nurses said,  put this on,
and stand over there.
Then he saw her, holding a blanket so close,
smiling all over, tears rolling off her nose.
Look, she said, we have two,
didn't expect this, did you?
Speechless, and stunned, and a little wore out,
he is just learning, what being parents is all about.

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Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

Into the wilderness you chose to walk,
away from safety to a world so distraught.
Nothing you took, but a worried mind,
leaving me a mission, you I will find.
The flock you have chosen, they wonder in grief,
everyone of them the same I believe.
How many years must someone bleed,
before they realize, they must break free.
Destruction, and pain is all you know,
can't you see, I love you so.
You call them friends but they are not,
their hearts are empty, their souls full of rot.
How could they do this, no remorse within,
call them your enemy, not your friend.
Another day I'll take my search,
into your wilderness full of hurt.
Until the day, I walk no more,
my search for you continues,
just like the day before.

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One Breath

Each time we kiss I get this feeling I've never felt before
I breathe into you and you breathe into me as we share a summer's gaze
The light shines again and you're standing there
I look at you as I've never seen you before
I fall deep into your eyes with every look
With every touch I feel an angel's wing across my skin
The days are warmer, the rain is softer
As we hold tight to one another
I never want to let you go
One tear falls and you're there to wipe it clean
Your warm skin against mine is all I feel
When we breathe as one we're oblivious to the world
We have our own little place that's ours alone
You can hear the waterfall in the distance
Water trickles down the stream of love
And yet this whole place is our secret
If only one breath I had to take to keep our love so safe
I'd breathe one last time to see your face
and feel your skin in mine
Softer than a midnight's dream
Into the day we go astray
To be in our place is the very best way
To wash the world's pain away
When I'm with you I feel no worries
No stress is there to hold me down
If only we breathe as one...

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Wave Washed

Presence dissolved
Cresting watery fingers awash
Impressions in the sands
This cynical acquaintance
Running away
From flawless memories
In their laughter’s echo
I sat and watched
As my childhood castles
Were drank away
By the Atlantics thirst
Everyday one summer

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Love Untainted

You are my morning dawn 
…My evening dusk
Features of essence ever changing

Your eyes the flame of desire
…A calm cool wind
The light of the sun and blushing moon

You’re my crossing into fantasy
…The voice of reality
That breath of life I deeply inhale

Your softly mordant smile
 …A presence realized
Flashing sparks igniting my spirit

You possess of abilities magic
…A powerful flow
Feeding the passion of my soul

You only need lay your embering touch
…Ethereal fingers caress
Melting my fear I lay at your feet

You’re silent shadowed departure
…Icing the walls to a shimmer
From the light I bear inside for you

Interminable love…

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Today I say I'm sorry,
sorry, if for one minute,
you doubted our friendship,
sorry, if one tear fell,
sorry, if one word hurt you,
sorry, if I was not there for you,
sorry, if I failed to hear,
sorry, if my words did not comfort,
yes today, I say I am sorry,
for tomorrow may be too late.

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Dawning Frost

Empty cold branch fingers
Reaching out in all directions
Through the quiet skies
Gray and heavy smoldering
Whisping skyward from chimneys
Through the windows frost child eyes
Spy the first snowfall softly
Drifting about heedlessly
White velvet landscaped covering
As December settles down
Enfolding the night
In her tranquility

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Home Is Where the Heart Is Stilled

Abandoned places,where
perhaps memories linger,
with wisps of wafting moments,
aware, somehow, even of  the now,
Though long forgotten by all others,
One wonders why, and surely how,
Such strong vibrations of the past,
Seem to time, to have taken a bow...

Gutted building, windows broken,
Creaking, leaking floor,
Last stepped on by the living,
So many, many years before...

Where lives were lived, and
deaths have come in their way,
To others, in a time gone by,
Who here saw their last sad day,
Tears were cried,hearts
were smashed,
Love withered, its flame 
reduced to ash...

Is this a mysterious black hole of time??
A singularity, of now and here...
Where time is not so limpid...
And death is always near,
And fear can swim in the unknown,
The fear of time's mysterious cloud...
As ticks, as tocks, somehow go forever by, 
so mysteriously, and seemingly, oh so loud...

What was the last calendar's  year hung?
The last phone call received,
And who had been the one rung??

Ghost House,
Ghost House,
Scary, time
abandoned place,
Secure in forgotten
And with time, 
you've lost the race.

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About Love

Once upon a time there was Love
Love was a fickle thing
blind at times, but true
sometimes she fell in
sometimes she fell out
but once ago she was mine
somewhere in time
i loved her back
and she loved me
underneath the sycammore tree
and Love ran away out into the world
out into the cold
somewhere in time
she never came back to me
she found someone else
someone better in her heart
i had played my part
so i am here and she is there
over there
out beyond the starry sea
away from me
i wonder if she remembers when
the time back then
i hope so
before i go
that she remembers me

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A Life Lost

A dad he was to my man,
lost in a world of abuse.
Selling all he had in life,
to fund his addictions.

Digging flesh  from bone,
stabbing  bugs crawling wild.
Demons appear in torment,
beaconing him deeper.

A knife into the thigh,
sent him sickly out.
Hospital tests for all,
not knowing the truth.

Infections settle silently,
staff reared its ugly head.
Confined in solitary moments,
being alone and scared.

Stitches close the injury,
sickness embeds his soul.
Taunting images haunt him,
through every corned space.

Eyes cloud with blurred vision,
surgery required suddenly quick.
Sight saved from blindness,
doctors breathe with a sigh.

Something else has happened,
immune system has shut down.
Disease rested in his marrow,
the fight fire life has begun.

Myloid Dysplastics Disease,
fogs his body hard and cold.
Respirators knocking loudly,
asleep he has no choice.

A gasp of air was his final,
machines took over from there.
The last time we would see him,
full of any kind of life of his own.

Two weeks has gone by,
no change for the better.
Septic shock attacks kidneys,
we all seen him enter heaven.

It was a total all together,
from the time he stabbed his leg.
Four months from that day,
his end would be forever...

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I feel trapped in a world that's not mine
and sometimes I feel like crying
but my insides are so blind
Screaming all the while
my insides have gone wild
And I'm tired of having to find time to smile
My mind keeps racing trying to place
each face,
for each day never stays the same
Insanity from pain, to living everyday
in the rain
Sure sunny days have came 
just the same
But gone so quick I barely get a glimpse
I know times will get better, but for
the time being,
I'm saying what I'm seeing,
Just freeing what I'm feeling
Still dealing with this bad feeling of a nightmare
While I stare in the mirror
I don't care what's fair or fair
to wear out my words
My curse is pure life without words

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I Believe

Beside the waters,
of life's valleys, and peaks,
an account of it all,
one day we shall see..
Hide if you want,
lie ,and cheat,
but all is written,
on God's golden sheet.
Many have taken,
His name in vain,
reckless, and careless,
a dangerous game.
Life is uncertain,
but death is for sure,
Heaven, or Hell,
a permanent tour.
Only a heart that has been,
washed of the sins,
can be worthy,
to enter in.
Hell has no test,
you can come as you are,
but once you enter,
you are doomed by far.
All by yourself,
you will stand up front,
as your life is given,
and the things you have done.
That day is coming,
I believe in my heart,
we'll walk with our Lord,
and from this world, we will part.

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Death Changes

Old Death is a scar,
an empty eye socket, a lost limb.  
It has been grieved and we leave it alone
most of the time except on long drives
or sleepless nights.

New Death is a police siren behind you,
a baby crying for you in the night
in a house on fire.

New Death is bright red.

Old Death is brown.  
We can pick it up and put it down.

New Death picks us up and 
puts us down when it wants to.

New Death is a mugger in an alley
on your way home.  
Leather jacket, whiskey breath,
fear smell, switch blade at your throat.
That's New Death.  
It mugs you and steals your life
for years or forever.

Old Death is a tight uniform you wore,
you try it on once in a while.
You were drafted in the Regiment of Pain.
It doesn't fit, you don't wear it 
but you will never be the same again.
You have your memories at that private war with Death.
You are a veteran now.
But the Private Pain mellows into General Acceptance
and the poignancy turns to peace
and all New Death will lose it's sting
with time and God's help forever.

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Before The Moment Passes

Two spirits of passions
From ever separating worlds 

Watching and hoping with intensity

Drifting on winds of nowhere
Tracings of comfort and familiarity

Fearing the change that arrives with risk

Ignoring pangs in exchanges of nothings
Yet there exists a sweet fervor between them

That unyielding thirst of eternal desiccation

Two souls of this fiery desire
From existence so indistinct

On parallel journeys reaching for the one another

Admittance revering nature’s truth
Building intensities more than either cares to confess

Each wanting to stake all for a chance…silence prevailing

Passing the eons of eternities boundaries
No end in sight of this voiceless duel of pride

Begging inside to grapple the moment before it passes

Two spirits of passion
From ever separating worlds

If to chance a moment’s gaze to see that they truly are one

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Mr. Tom

I can't tell you just in my words,
how much you mean to me,
so know without hesitation,
in my heart, you will always be.
Not many people tell you they care,
to busy with their life,
but when I met you,
I knew I had a friend for life.
Although you have problems,
some I may never know,
you always have time,
to make our friendship grow..
 Mr. Tom, you are a friend,
one I cherish so,
may God hold, and protect you,
for we still have miles to go.

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she does it like no other

Calculating my thoughts
down to a minute on
the clock
wondering just how long
before my heart is on 
the chopping block
seeing your face, your lips, 
the way your nipples look 
in your tank top
Re-existing memories of you
Fantasies I cling to
Caramel skin
A mortal sin
Loving you the way I do
A craving I give into
Just thinking about the last time
My partner in crime
Your body on mine
Just in time
Licking, sucking, tasting
Definitely not wasting
Any drop of you
Savoring the flavor 
Rolling my tongue in it
Like a life savor
Gripping your thighs
Eating while I look you in the eyes
Noble prize
Is what I’m giving you
For those things you do
Praised, amazed, dazed
But still your unfazed
Grinding into me so deep
Breast against breast
My deepest yearnings confessed
Stroking me the way I like it
Every bit
Our minds closely knit
I submit every time you bring it
One hundred percent impressed
Every time my body is blessed
Then you do that special thing you do and
Lay my body to rest

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It Was

It was the strange cologne
the misty moon
it was the river rolling on and on
hallucinations and a dream
someone's shadow on the wall
silvery leaves brushing your face
through the wildwood
over the bridge forever
to the cottage bright
in the meadow
dark stones wet with autumn
hours spent before the dying
your hand in his
it was
the inevitable joy,
the boundless leap of faith
taking your breath 
along with the last bit of summer
it was
as strong as life is long and true,
and all for you,
it was.

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Common Sin

Sometimes you feel trapped when you are bound to someone else
You feel like breaking out but you simply cant you see...
Everyone feels like that from time to time so its natural
But that is the problem that we all face in life...

We don't wanna hurt each other
But it just gets so difficult
We wish to have everything we want
But reality is harsh
No hard we try
All we can do is hurt our loved ones
"I love you" is basically an empty phrase
Because all we do is cheat and sin

Thought we have a conscience, we seem to go against it all the time
What does that say about everyone in general...?
Everyone is eveil on the inside though we try to deny it
But we can also do good if we would only try it...

We simply don't care about anyone else
Though we lie and say we do
We only are evil and selfish
But we cannot control it
No hard we try
All we can do is cause harm
Why can't we all simply change as a whole?
Because we all share a common sin

We go so far low as to hurt one another
Just to satisfy our wants
We are all really selfish
But we can't help it
We don't wanna hurt each other
But it just gets so difficult
We hurt each other to get what we want
Without thinking the plan through
No hard we try
All we can do is cause harm
Why can't we all simply change as a whole?
Because we all share a common sin

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Alone with you

After all this time we can finally be together.
This night I will remember forever.
You are as beautiful as when I first saw your face.
No one can make me feel like when I am in your embrace.
Your eyes still hypnotize me and bring out my strongest desire.
My heart still burns for you with an unquenchable fire.
I still shiver when you touch my skin.
You bring out the passion and love from within.
We are in our own world away from anyone.
You saved yourself just for me.
There is no place in the world I would rather be.
Than all alone just you and me
For you I feel a mixture of everything.
Love lust passion sensuality and all the confusion it brings.
My love is stronger only for you.
I am safe and secure Alone with you.

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A giant spaceship lands on a foreign world,
The last living thing just died,
Time has yet to happen,
I have just met you,
The last surviving mother,
Dies to save her offspring,
It has rained endlessly for millions of years,
You still walk in the sun's light'
Is where I ought to be.

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Velvet Paws Of Time

When juvenile, it matters not the ticking of the clock. For then, time creeps as if on velvety paws, casting it's shadow o'er the earth; but as we mature it appears, as a bird of prey on outstretched wings. Always solemn faced, talons extended, snuffing life as were it a candle at first light. We know of our beginning, but only God knows of our appointed demise. In the interim, withhold not thanks, for the extension of life each day. For while life's beginning, may come with the glow of a velvety red rose; time, as the noon day sun, will soon render it a pallid pink

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My Mistake

I called you once.
Then I called you twice.
Now it is time for me to roll da dice.

It is time for me to make a change.
By trying something new and rearrange.

I need th rearrange a few things in my life.
Starting with you so I don't have to continue to go through strife.

Yeah, your cute, and your kind of fine.
But that does not matter, because your no longer mine.

I started out liking you.
Then I began loving you to.
But that is what some foolish girls sometimes do.

Sometimes people change and most of th time it is for the good.
And sometimes things don't always go our way like they should.

I have learned a lot from making mistakes.
You should never wait to say "I love you", because tomorrow may be to late.

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Stepping Out Of Hell

He made her cry,
again today,
he calls this love,
in his own twisted way.
She can't go on,
living like this,
trying to survive,
under his iron fist.
Where can she run to,
is help close by,
who will comfort,
her blue eyes that cry.
He is not a man,
he is way too mean,
the worst case of evil,
she has ever seen.
Money is an issue,
this is all she needs,
to make her break,
and once again be free.
A very hard lesson,
but she learned real good,
as her life crumbled,
like many said it would.
One can't be happy,
where no happiness dwells,
she must make her own future,
by stepping out of hell.

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Soul Ties

Soul ties are tight like crazy glue.Who could ever get through?Stuck twisted,and  
bonded,can't really hide it.
Soul ties:listening to the continuous lies and the fake alibis underneath that dark 
Soul ties are so deep that they cause me to creep.Making me feel so cheap 
inside where the Holy Ghost can't abide.Because there is so much sin inside of 
me,causing my maker to turn away due to the sin I've created that burdens Him  
Soul ties are like cancer that will cause you not to answer the call of the parakleet.
Come and be restored.Take the mindset to be free and walk into God's liberty.
Soul ties can make or breaker you.A soul tie with our maker is burden-lifter and a 
yoke breaker;the finisher of all my fights with much delight.I don't have to fight 
A soul tie can make or break you .Which one will you choose?Or will you continue 
to abuse the soul and unite with savages that cannot make you whole? 
Continuing the cycles of twists and turns and down in  hell where the(flesh) will 
Soul ties:which tie will you take?Jesus is on His way.Get it right today  without  
delay.Release the sin today so you can be on your way.
Soul ties:which one will you choose?Today,again, I say Jesus is coming any 
day.Choose to connect with Jesus.He'll lead the way.
Soul ties: which one will you choose?With Jesus you can't lose.
Soul tie with Him today!

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In a minute

I was born with wings to fly on top of angry faces when nature rings unborn endings of a minute

I flow expensive verses over anger that raped my conscious in a passage packed with passengers pregnant with jealousy in every minute/

I play roles of poets infected by spoken word decease giving birth to darkness graduating in rhythms of lightning memorizing lines telling ironies of memories in less than a minute 

Spitting a metaphor that simplifies nature's adolescent thoughts in less than a minute/

My ink reveals the unrevealed it’s better to murder the weather the country's anger gets vivid in a minute/

Fill your mind with gasoline every minute/

Petrol move your views second geared to see the clues/ 

In a minute lives manicures and veins carrying pains different stains prepared by the loved ones/

The loved ones/

A minute carries tears/

Attention seekers/

Expensive televised promises computerised to reboot 
your gumboot dance to their promises in a minute/

Re-puke your dance 
your gumboots lost their gums your crises are never echoed in a minute/ 

Silent reasons/
Never spoken reasons live in a minute/
A minute lives in your minutes/ 

(c) Ray

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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

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Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them

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Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-

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

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-

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I fared under the caricature
Of desolate bane this eve –
Walking with shiver in pocket
Toward the glassiness of now –

As I reached the tip of today
Drenched I was, in disgust –
Saturated with concocted sweat
I gripped tirelessly, the shiver –

Poured the shock of yesterday
Through forgotten cloud –
As I quivered under the dry
Of pouring dry rains –

My eyes swelled silently shut
From the lack of tears this eve –
My shiver, it completely melted
From the glassiness of now –

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Hey, handsome...

My heart is empty, Jeffrey.
I’m standing here transfixed 
within the threshold 
of a vacant bedroom.
The air is still
but the delicate scent 
of your passing soul 
invades my nostrils. 
The aroma travels deep 
inside the tunnels 
of my abdominal cavity -
lingering like... 
a dew-anointed meadow 
sleeping ‘neath 
a fuchsia sunrise.

Your mattress is scrubbed, 
stripped and sunlit – 
except for two eiderdown pillows.
I envision a perfect outline -
your fragile face
softly carved within 
the creases of these satin cases.
I visually inhale the profile 
of your splendor; 
a modern day Shroud of Turin 
resurrected and resplendent 
through trickled specks 
of semi-dried sweat.

“No more IV’s”…“right…”
“No more bedpans”…“exactly…”
“No more night sweats”…“yes, handsome…”
“Now give me a big hug, Jeffrey…Jeffrey…”

My hands tremble as I 
reach from one photograph to the next.
The images I want to barter 
with Faustus and friends - 
ensuring me a pact 
whereas I can live and breathe 
inside these time honored pixels -
content in lonely frames
hanging upon clinical walls 
in a half-emptied bedroom.

I grabbed a beaded satin pillow
to cushion the fall as
I slowly hyperventilated.
I breathe once more, Jeffrey,
but I’ll gag twice again,
as I remember our newly spoken language -
a private dialect we created last month
reminiscent of the movie 
“The Lost Language of Cranes.”
Those three long weeks before
you suddenly became incoherent 
and inaudible 
and immobilized. 
Remember how we improvised?
Remember, handsome:

(shaking and arms crossed) “OK…you’re cold – I’ll get you a blanket!"
(pointing to your mouth)  “You’re thirsty…water or juice?"
(pointing to your mouth and shaking) “OK…I’ve got it…ice cream…pudding?"
(index fingers pointing upward and swaying) “I know… you wanna listen to music”
(index fingers pointing downward) “Please turn off the TV set”
(middle finger pointing upward) “OK…you want me to adjust your pillows?"
(both middle fingers pointing upward and shaking) “Alright…alright – I know!…If you
hear Celine Dion one more time on the radio you’re gonna kick your bedpan off the side of
the bed!"

(arms folded across your chest)…”Rest handsome, rest…”

It’s OK,'s OK.
No more IV’s.
No more bedpans.
I have your pictures.
You're not sweating anymore.
I’m not
Beautiful pillows…really…
TV’s turned off...
Ate the last of the ice cream
and the pudding...and...

And as I did -
I swallowed every part
of your triumphant, 
blessed soul.

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An End Of The Age Of Innocence Part III

In our fast paced twentieth century world..,

We oft' have neglected to stop to smell the roses,
Oft' we used to bow our heads silently to pray,
As we reflect back to the sixties is had launched a pad to rebellion !
With a vast amount of liberal bias and thinking,

No wonder why our nation is sinking..,

Sinking amidst a cuss pool of mere morality..,
For now it is a quite different time,
A very unique but different type of day..,
An end of the age of innocence,

One hath been enlightened..,

From seeking truth,
Some fresh out of a garbage can..,
Yet for Gods' sake,
He hath such an amazing plan !

Hence, to shun the broad road,

Yet to seek to venture in the narrow..,
Such as a distant bird in flight !
You might see this creature venture out at night ?
Of the Eagle nor the Sparrow..,

It used to mean something to have a sense of common courteous..,
To hold open the door for your neighbor ?
Yet for the time being we relent and waiver..,
Would you prefer another taste of a certain ice cream flavor ?

To ponder we must be content with who we are in the inside..,

Nor, a mere fancy suit or blazing sport's car,
Life is a roller coaster..,
In what you do while busy making other plans..,
Finding solace among the height of nature.,

Such to think at what is quite simple,
As a young child reflects on his or her poster board,
Playing with their magic crayons..,
For in eternity it is such a very long time !

Take heed in what you do,

Now is the expectant hour !
What will one choose to do ?
There can be no place nor need for any compromise,
Within it's vast perpetual spectrum !

One just can't put a price tag on a genuine but unique heart !

Hence, with honest integrity..,
The time for change is today !

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The rape of poetry-w

Wonder how many poetry-gods or language-gods
They distort or disfigure the poem to their whims.
What are the uses of the Standard Forms of Poetry
If each one of us wants to be the creator of rules.

One demands there should be no punctuation
Other says I am strict about the punctuation.
Still other commands less or more syllables
I wonder it tests the taste of creative writers 
Than the rules permit in forms of poetry.
At the same time ignores the rule of Capital
Breaking the rules of grammar and forms.
I wonder if it is to satisfy one’s ego
Still I am searching the logic behind this change.

Still other not certain of syllable rules
Puts a blog to learn the rules of others
Instead of giving benefit of doubt
And claims that he is very strict about it.

A time may come when there will be sonnets
Of 1 line to any length and haiku of one syllable.
First lesson we learn of the grammar and
The forms of poetry are fast overlooked.
Tell me if it is not the rape of the poetry.

Please my fellow poets-in-pens and quills
Don’t mutate the poetry that is our passions
Inspirations, emotions, feelings and what not.
She is the food of our thoughts and passions
Be gentle, tread softly on that lovely road.

Second Place winner
Contest: Your Free Word Precept – In Honor of John Freeman

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Agree to Disagree

                                               Mankind's greatest

                                                      is death.

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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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Timeless Dream

Falling asleep , I had a dream, a timeless dream
A wish for me to go wherever I wanted to
I said the sixties and I awoke to the sound of a Green Tambourine
There were messages in the music
With Dylan crying the times they are a changing
I felt alive again, I could change the world
Camelot in the Capitol ending in tragedy
An unpopular war escalated by big business,
Political turmoil, campus riots, a new movement
A new frontier, a lack of apathy, a sense of purpose
God! To be alive, to protest injustice, to effect change
A friendly invasion from across the sea
John, Paul, George and Ringo, James Bond
Psychedelic beauty with flowers in her hair
Peace, love, brotherhood, a time to sing.
Draft cards and bras burning in defiance
Laugh in, Love in, what a time to be alive.

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Apostrophe to Dad

I think of how it was ten years ago
just after you departed.
All your close friends spoke
of your "complexity"
and we knew what it meant.

I look far back to childhood when
those small-town midwest Methodists
would call you "Revrund."  Well they knew
of turned-on tears
so common in the meeting hall;
but did they know about
the "turned-on" ladies
when you came to call?

I know.  You needed time with them.
Two small churches took so much
with little left for us;  I still recall
the single three hour evening
when you took me out of town alone
--to still another church!

There came a time for change;
as a chaplain in the army,
far away from mother, there
you quickly found the antidote
for loneliness...and yet again,
and again, again...

And then so late in life,
about to lose your second wife
through age and frailty,
you saw another, caught her
waiting in the wings, you thought.

All through those years you toiled
(if not quite single-mindedly)
in dedicated sacrifice for God
(if not for family).

How you were loved! 
Clay footed, to be sure,
yet everything you did
was passion-filled;
you wept and prayed
and laughed and played,
presiding to the end.

Complex, you were, indeed, my father,
the record clear and true
and I for one, will judge you not.
for I am much like you!

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You and I


I find you at the gateway to life
the center of my world
patiently waiting for me to ripen

You make all the storms seem safer
your maturity grounds me
to that place where my age is nothing

The one piece of fruit you crave
you are my sunshine and my rain
you are the clouds full of mystery

You are all past, my history
and here in these days
I find life from you at my own gateway
forever gratefully 

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Just Be

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

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

Jacob Reinhardt

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A message from across the pond

It felt like Christmas 
on that late September night 
in the airport waiting anxiously 
for you to step off the plane.

I'm still recalling 
that first time I saw your face 
and all the things you ever said, 
they still fill me full of life.

And I wonder why, 
as I close my eyes to sleep, I still
feel happy, though our love is
forced to wait.

So I say your name 
out loud for all the stars to hear 
and for the wind to whisper to you,
everything will be alright.

And I hear your voice
in the morning rays of sunshine
breaking through the night storm
giving me courage

to face another day 
of being parted, having to hold
our hearts at bay until the time
our promises are made

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I have developed a temporary dislike of the things that I’ve convinced myself have been keeping you away from me. Mere substitutes that admitted to the murder of your mind.

This phone, and this 11 o’clock moon have slayed my reason’s for not just blaming your wandering eye.

Most of these nights I’ve tried Ctrl.Alt.Del.(ing) any ridiculous thoughts, by selecting all of the frequently frustrating things that know just how to push my buttons. I don’t know why I’m speaking in computer terms, but lately I haven’t been able to function quite right unless I’m near one. It’s the only way to get near you.

Most of these nights, this phone has been the entire left side of my brain, but now my mattress has memorized the rhythm to a ringtone it should’ve never been introduced to, and now the stupid cushion keeps me awake until it has made sure that I’ve felt it vibrating up my spine. My intuitive, creative right brain seems to remember being together with it’s brother each and every time I remember laying together beside you.

I wait for a wanting of your wanting. Muscle memories of warm bodies wrapped up in positions that make your mind say ‘what the ****?’ I am missing you. The you who remembers that the other members of her body are always here to help; no need to amputate a listening ear, or an gouge out an attentive eye. I still see you.

Sometimes, I forget that the phone’s main function is to send a signal of information to someone you can’t see. Whether it be via text, twitter app or vocally, you want to reach someone you can’t see. I still see you.

Sometimes, I swear I can see each of the moon’s phases during the day;  completely filled with life during the time when it’s nearly invisible. It’s sad though, because New Moon, you show yourself to everyone else except me on the nights I always expect to see your face. Is this a trick man? or have my eyes been gouged out already, and I simply missed the painful message via text, twitter app or vocally? But still, whether with two eyes, four eyes or no eyes, I still see you.

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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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The Night, In His Sexual Longing

In the taverna, he sits, incognito--- 
(he’s just 16) among them, the men of the past 
and dawdles over a bottle of beer, where he’s 
waiting for the night to rest. He stares 
at his watch: quarter past ten. Ahh, 
more hours, for him, to wait.  Till how long 
the bottle will last, half-empty now, until 
he can see the night in full, naked before his eyes?

His youth is like a blazing fire, ready for action 
and in his wildest dream, he claims the night.

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My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

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

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

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The Cost of Water

Flight of stillness;

Ladders point up
but they say the ground is greater;
sunlight knitting to their brown feet green socks.
They crestfall and
buckle at the knee.

Hear guts clap thunder off somewhere else
but no storm in sight to maitre d' this mesa;

got to rot the mud lest 
an urge to ripen ripens.

But hear now
the locusts flood this rut,
hunt for want,
         impelled to eat each lunch of your decay.

         Earth uncorks her pores.
you drift upon the grass, lift the damp from the sod
like a pillow of cloud sopping Earth's steam-
         to be made the steward of this land;
flash! ladders
Pay in full the cost of water,
less labors not yet lost.

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Now Finished Poem

Wondering if it’s an omen, finding the box in the attic today?
A treasure trove of memories into our lives
This piece of paper upon which I started to write a poem
I remember at the time I could write no more as I grieved

Missing you as each day goes by and wishing you were here
I know you are in the ever loving arms of our Lord
The Lord sent you down as an angel on loan to us
You were called home dear and we were not ready

I know we will one day be together again
Waiting for the day we will be called home also
Now the poem I started to write to you is finished
Our time together will come again my daughter and 
never end

Written by: Carol Brown
 For The "Treasure Trove" contest of Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner

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Reflections of Love

To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But at our elderly Age that doesn't mean much.... AAAhhh... The choices and freedoms that age does bring... They open the world of childhood again. This childhood is filled with fantasy and such… Including Dragons, and Trolls alive to the touch. I wish, I wish, you could see them with me. We could laugh at their antics, together you see. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But as my body grows old, my mind’s still young. My husband and I are like the two parts of the moon. He comes from the light side to pull me there, too. His reflections of love keep me there, each day. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But never stop smiling, along the way. It’s your reflection of love that’s given to the world, each day. It makes everything brighter, and everything OK. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. To learn is to find how to give your own reflections of love.
For contest: Reflections of Love

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Join me in making our planet our safest haven

Join me in making our planet our safest haven!


You may be wondering what I am pensively looking at that far!

It's the new world where I want to take you from where we are!

It's a place where the weaker you are, you deserve more care!

If you are strong, in looking after others you have bigger share!

We see too many who want to grab a lot to satisfy their greed!

While they gorge with that glut, they deprive ones in real need!

We talk a lot now about the special people with special needs!

But there is so little of what we say that shows up in our deeds!

Unlike the wild jungle now that favors the survival of the fittest!

My people will believe that the frailest of us get the cosiest nest!

You would not yet find my visionary land at this time and place!

But we can put it all together here without venturing into space!

I feel sad why what I wish to happen soon looks far and distant!

Yet it can come closer and happen tomorrow if we've the intent!

Would you like to join me in making our planet our safest haven?

To get there we just need the will; neither a guru nor any maven!


The best place for a poem to live is in the heartbeats of those who love it!

Blessed are the poets whose verses are read, not on papers they just sit!


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When you left

When you left me,My new world began
I started to feel alive again
That was when you left me 
you were waiting me to collapse
You thought I will beg you to come back
But baby I'm done with that
I wonder what you would feel 
When you left me not knowing that the smile was on my face
I wanted to see that look in your eyes
I wanted to haha in your face and turn around
I wanted to enjoy the flavor of your angry looks
I wanted to make sure that you knew forever you lost
I wanted to see when the lion inside you turns to a cat
I wanted to feel that I'm winning this bloody fight
I wonder how you felt when it hit you in the head
that you made a mistake in leaving me this time
When you knew I would let you go fast
Oh poor you, you are not used to that
I know I'm fine and okay
as long as you are far away

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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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Come Embrace Me

Come embrace me because we may never see such a beautiful night again,
Or maybe we may never have such a chance again during this lifetime.
Come into my arms...
We are very fortunate for these few moments together,
Lets look at each other closely to our hearts' content,
Because we will never know whether fate may bestow this opportunity on us again,
Or, maybe we may never have such a chance in this lifetime,
Come into my arms...
Please come close to me now because I may not be able to see you again and again,
Please let me cry again and again in your arms now,
Because I am not sure whether the tears of love will again flow,
Or maybe, we may never meet again in this lifetime,
Come embrace me because we may never see such a beautiful night again,
Or maybe we may never have such a chance again during this lifetime.
Come into my arms...

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Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?

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Four O'Clocks

I wonder how they know what time it is.
Always open at the same time each day.
Blossoms of so many different colors.
They have always truly amazed me.
How could they not be my favorites?
My colorful blooming Four O'Clocks.

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Found my home

Darkness was my lover.

But she only called when she
would hear my smiles.

She’d show up at my door
wearing dresses made of animosity fibers
and perfume de succubus.

While I strived
STRIVED to find my way!

Thru impenetrable fog,
hands of solace
coated in wanton tears
would reach out for my all.

But, one day,
I let the decrepit elder
repo my sanctuary.

As I strived,
caressing my 2 guardian angels
injecting, I, with shots of joy.

I heard those winds of change.

But, this time, I grabbed my wings
manufactured in awakening cloth.

And I flew 21 floors high.

My new echelon,
with arms wide open,
held me upon foreshadowing’s chest.

As He
sang His chorus to me…

© Drake J. Eszes
A submitted poem for Royal Trevino’s PS Contest: “Happy Year!”

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Motionless is Deceptive

The frost is in my toes, 
                                         riming the up tilted boulders,
and twinkling the night sky, 
                                                  like a cold breath blown
and whooshing clear off the plateau into the arms
of the universe. 
                              Ah, standing still is spinning
all axis in step to be motion free except the heated
breath of the stars condensing and exploding.
Just diamonds or dewdrops, 
                                                   a taste of eternity
                                                                 And gone.
Me scrunching down, counting the meter
until full exposure. 
                                  Listening for the mating cries
of crickets absent in the last dying down of autumn.
I hold onto my self, then. 
                                               Great big hug and release.
Fall into the tumble of earth churned rock.
                                                                             No one
but me
                   to see  the castaway burning through
to my side. Call them meteorite, spore, seed planted
for tomorrow traveling the empty spaces of time
wondering when, how, where the tick tick tick
of radiation
                      changes our bodies and our minds.
To be melted down, patted onto others, cataclysmic
blown and find a way to solidify, decorate
                                                                             and blaze.

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Summers Warmth

Summers Warmth

                Authored by Chuck Keys

What happens to the summer’s warmth in the fall?
Does it stay in nostalgia’s book of memories?
Or is it found inside 
    ... a wrinkled coffee stained yellowed crossword puzzle section,
Blowing eloquently with the wind on the chaise in the sun porch?

What if the summer’s warmth just fades into introspection?
With all of its self doubts and hesitancies,
Where the mind ceases conscious thoughts of fancy and free,
Slowly drifts back into the beauty and fragrances that once were present.

What if the summer’s warmth doesn't want to leave,
And stays inside our minds and hearts, waiting,
To come forth, eternally,
Stronger, wiser and agelessly aggressive; alive.

In the autumn of our seasons,
Where time flows to and fro,
Where beauty and passion rests inside those with heart,
Where the summers warmth exists, forever. 
Even in the cold winter months of soon to be.

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When One Sing a Song or Dance

When One Sing a Song or Dance

When one sing a Song, play a Music or Dance, or
Make a painting on a Canvas or sculpture on a rock, 
A Poem on the walls of its mind and heart,
Your soul blooms in the ecstasy of divine Music, 
Your heart feels to spread its wings,  beyond every wall.

Like the Dancing Peacock in full swings and thrills,
You began to feel like dancing, on the rhythms of your heart.

One must give a chance to its heart and soul,
To enjoy the blessings of Musical lore’s, 
The creations of an artist, or a Musician, who writes,
On the sands of time or on the walls of everyone’s heart.

As these would always remain, 
Your creations beyond time and stars and 
May always shine, like the most precious and rare gifts after God. 

Listen the Music hidden in the steps of a dance, or
Feel the brush making a painting, on your mind and heart, or 
Feel the strings of Music, making your soul to thrill and dance.

Feel these divine beauties or else, one day,
You may find, your talents were nipped in the buds,
By your own stubborn mind or heart.

Kanpur India 24th Jan. 2011

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Time Awaits No One

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
Time's but a brief candle,
As life can be an unexpected menace,
It's either you live through it 
or die with it,
For you do not succumb 
to the fate of uncertainty,
Or else, 
The interest of spirit will succumb
to the mind of fragility.
Whisper through the chamber of your heart,
What do you really yearn for in life?
Is it a sweet, yet an unrealistic dream?
Or is it a definite, achievable goal?
An achievement exists at the expense
of one's endeavour,
While each succeeds on another's failure,
Believe it or not,
That's the norm and nature of our daily life.
Pull yourself up and mourn no more,
For all the fiasco you've met before,
Embrace your disappointment with the unlost zeal,
As burning aspiration seals your deal.
Tick-tock... Tick-tock.. Tick-tock,
And so, its low chime beckons silently,
Signifying its existence distinctly,
As its seconds tick by quickly,
It waits for no one,
To idle the days away ignorantly.

Shall you rise now and fight 
with all your might and main.
To do or to accomplish 
what is left remained.
Now, what are you still waiting for?


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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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over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
is daddy raping her?
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
did anyone molest her? 
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...

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All That I ...

All That I ...
                  Authored by Chuck Keys

Looking to and fro    side to side    it wasnt in sight    it had no scent   
it had no dimensions    nor phsyicality    nor identity
yet    just for a brief second    I felt its cool breeze pass by
it contrasted sharply from the bright    hot    silent    lazy    late    afternoon     sun   
the sweat on my brow made my skin tingle    just ever so slight   
                                                             just a brief tiny muscle twitch or 2
there was no warning     no hint of what was coming    or going    only a wee afterthought.
Sssshhh    nothing is moving    not even a fly    neither ant   nor gnat
waiting patiently for a movement    something must move    but when
why was there so much blankness    yet existence
sssshhh    maybe    just maybe    it will come back
is it time    must it be now    aaaahhhaaa    eureka   I remember    I think I know
it was my time to thank God again for all that I ... 

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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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Let us walk together

Let us walk together
to a garden of flowers
beneath a clear
blue sky of spring weather

we will when we get there my love
while away time
sitting under cool shades
of sinuously swaying trees
as we listen to the mellifluous
harm of nectar sucking bees

and the enchanting songs
of flower birds and watch
as butterflies of all glorious
colors grace the place

and when we are deeply satisfied	
I will pick for you the flower
most admired by bees,
flower birds and butterflies
and we shall walk back home 
dreaming of love 
which does not wither 
as time grows old
with a vivid picture
of a never aging flower garden 
painted on our minds  

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The Boogeyman

Walking through portraitures discordant nightmare

Acutations better part, of singulars far too long?!

Enunciating endogenous skeletons; less proxy....

Amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones

Decaying biosphere chambers these tales

In secrets they have never told!?

Slumber gathering beyond the iron gates

Atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones

Virtual tombs marking time which screams....

And all the blood is not my own?!


The';'Boogey';'man ~

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My Beloved

Hey Mr. Editor,
It's not very often we hear true stories of enduring Love that grows with time. I can 
hear the cynic groan as I write this, but it's a good human interest story and I 
thought a good one for the coming of spring, a time of new birth and new beginings. 
There is a couple who met while in school, years ago.  After graduation they both 
were seperated by thousands of miles; both got married to different people 
sometime later and raised their young families.  All this time their love remained 
silent, waiting, yet strong.  Today, their children are adults and about to venture on 
their own lives. Reconnected once more, perhaps by fate, they have planned to wed 
very soon.  I was asked by the Bride-to-be, a dear friend, to write a poem on her 
behalf which she would read to her Groom at their Wedding Ceremony. I was truly 
honored and graciously obliged. It's titled,"My Beloved.  Thank you for your 
consideration of my request.

My Beloved, Today, I can not say that dreams do not sprout wings! Nor will I ever accuse time of being an adversary Not when I know that within its grasp lies our past, present and future Today, my heart is full and overflowing with abundant joy! Gazing into your beautiful soul, I glimpse love’s sparkling reflection Streaming like a river, endless, into vast ocean tides And I stand in awe of God’s everlasting love and providence The sweetest portion of which we have come to taste! For so long I have waited! How I have yearned for this moment When I would pledge life and love to you; become one flesh, one heart! One heart that will bleed no more as nothing can stand between us I will lose myself in you and you in me forever! No longer will dreams haunt our lonely nights And I will not have to walk this side of Heaven without you When I consider the paths which we have traveled I marvel and smile, as now it is clear - they were leading us to, this day! In the silence of a thousand nights my prayers to heaven took flight And though seasons of yesterdays came only to fade away Time, it seemed, had shelved my fervent plea ‘Til sweet destiny obliged, leading me to the one who holds my heart My Beloved, my husband, my best friend, and companion, Our love has arrived; our single journey begins today!
03/05/11 Written for John Heck's "Hey, Mr. Editor" Contest *Very True Story!

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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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I ponder the same thoughts as he.
But my words are rocks.
Illusive, words go beyond feeling them,
Beyond memories,
Deep into native instincts
Forgotten in generations of rebirth.

His stones are
Time before; time hereafter;
A time capsule within;
A mystery without.

Mine are rocks.

Inspired by the poem "Stone," by Charles Simic, current Poet Laureate

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Raining Determination.....

Windswept,my eyes wept
tear filled wells from sting
vision blurred to cause demur
moving forward,yet hesitating

Unlucky fella,broke umbrella
inside out and torn
soaking wet worse part yet
beginning of the morn

Project deadline due at nine
still too far behind
brand new suit and brand new shoes
now in utter ruin

As I cry with rain from sky
frustration hidden well
presentation will be met
my deadline will be kept......

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To Pen a Poem

                                                   To Pen a Poem

           I used to think in rhythm and rhyme
                      It plagued the very heart of me
                             I could not walk or look or sit
                                         My thoughts collected  
                                                 And to meter they would fit

                       My mind would wander in 
                   multicolored hues
           I looked at life from 
   a different view

                                    Time marched in and busyness came
                                             My time for poetry seemed to wane
                                                         Eventually the passion it did leave
                                                               But the healing power that
                                                                        I did need
                                                                            I found it
                                                                                  when I
didn’t see
    so much emotion inside of me

                               So much the gift I was given
                                               To heal a heart in rhyme and rhythm


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The Clock

He greets everyone as soon as they enter the hall with a great big smile on his full moon-like face arms always moving, no matter the time or place. Just wind him up and he never stops running, not allowed to keep time from losing no matter the pace. The tick of the clock I thought would never stop it kept on going no matter the day; day or night the pendulum swung with each quarter hour the chimes were rung. He's seen so much in our life pass by keeping on measuring it tick by tick counting the hours lick by lick. Each day that comes his friendly face is there ticking and chiming all the way. This old friend has been here many a year greeting me and all who enter day by day he just keeps on going never getting tired or slowing down his face always smiling, never a frown. How I love to see his face knowing that he will greet me when I enter the place never a miss of the tick of the clock as long as the pendulum swings he never stops.

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The Photographer's Dream

A photographer dreamed 
Of a telephoto lens 
Capturing light waves  
From beginning to end.
Since time unleashed 
When the Big Bang leaped 
And particles began life’s history 
In swirling clouds he wondered how 
He might picture a piece of the mystery.
Through polished glass converging past
Planets, stars and seas
Of swirling waves that danced and swayed 
No less than windswept trees.
As he focused his dream glass
Where present meets past 
And depth of field is wide;
Where the image is clear and light streaks steer, 
Far away from the photographer’s eye.
With shutter speed set like a fast speed jet 
Blazing through the blue-white wispy above
Turning his wings on the bird that sings 
And a girl who once stole his love.  
Racing through time while continuing to climb
Higher through the prism of light
His finger feathers the button below
Capturing the moment in flight.  
Lingering there in pure mid-air 
Like a magic carpet in the wind; 
Until jolted by the sun on its morning run
While still dreaming of that telephoto lens. 
Maybe today, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the illusive the beast;
The athlete who strives for the best inside 
Or the homeless sleeping in the streets.         
He’ll stop small birds he’s seen and heard 
With their colorful feathers, breast and crown;  
And children playing in autumn leaves  
Scattered on the ground.   
Weddings and rings, flowers in spring,
Butterflies, wistful and bright;
Pollinating bees and hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon late at night.
Meadows and mountains, free flowing fountains
Ancient temples in faraway places; 
Fireworks up high on the 4th of July 
Olympics and fast car races.   
But now fully awakened he knows he’s mistaken
About the focal length in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a photographer’s must 
But this too, he knows, must pass. 
Like water flowing in the river
And wind passing through thin air;
The world he sees through his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond compare.


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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...

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Mother Earth

Mother Earth

An ancient, elegant – once jolly – old Lady,
deserving of so, very much more then
the rape and pillage, the destruction and pollution,
the chemical alterations – poisons,
the theft of, the abuse of
all her innocent, naked, natural beauty.
This old Lady, who has been – who will again –
as self-destructive as any of her daughters –
of man kind – and without the help of man kind’s
selfish, inconsiderate, thoughtless greed.

Will She, ?, will we ?, survive the turbulent throes
of an uncertain, an unpredictable, veiled future -
even if we ( as capable human inhabitants ),
even if she ( the energy, mother of us all ), -
are able ?, to curb our insatiable appetites,
are able ?, to thwart what may be inevitable - 
change and a world, -  her life time of changes.

Is her ?, is our ?, relationship to this universe
a foretold tale of unavoidable doom.
Is our evolution ?, life ?, destiny ?, our development ?,
upon the breasts of Mother Earth,
to come to an end in a daze, a haze of gloom ?,
as we all ( Mother Earth, Life, human kind )
are destined to become ( once again ) cosmic dust
blowing in the winds of memories hoard, of time –
passing into - becoming spirituality adrift on cosmic winds 
– ghostly souls, spirits  - once again sailing, searching, 
seeking solidity, - once again - of visible form
to walk upon the surface of a much better plane,
better then what has become of what we are now !

Next time around, will thoughtfulness ?, be the tought ! 
It has been thought of more that opened the door, 
that – if we do not, soon change - will be closed –
Forevermore !

B. J. “A” 2
May 23rd 2008

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The old man and the mule

A faint outline appeared in the early morn 
a full moon still shed its light, dark shadows 
spread across the land casting an eerie 
shadow over the far distant hills. 
An old buckboard clattered along a dusty 
road bumping roughly over pot holes 
washed out by an early winter rain. 

The old mule plodded along - ribs 
showing from a life of hard work prolonged, 
a rather tired animal trudging slowly along 
tugging at its heavy load. 

The old man sat humped over on the seat, 
nodding as though he was asleep. 
A low hanging branch served to awaken him as 
it slapped sharply against the side of his head 
causing him to sit up straight, grabbing his hat 
that was about to be shed. 

A road traveled more than once, 
from the old farm down to the general store, 
bumping along on rutted roads, filled with 
holes, not a friendly ride it was, but 
one that both the rider and mule 
had made many times. 

On either side of the road rows of tall trees standing straight 
with leaves long since gone, the trunks 
appearing as gaunt ribs rising up from the ground 
much as the old mule appeared, 
as it pulled its heavy load quietly by. 

The day was cold, a north wind blew, chilling 
both with icy fingers that cut to the bone; 
but the old man and the mule just plodded along, 
going silently down that dusty road bumping 
over the ruts and pot holes worn by time and use itself; 
two old friends working and waiting, serving out time 
as they repeated their daily chores. 

Time and work takes its toll, 
as man and beast move along 
worn and traveled roads 
doing never ending chores of old 
until the end of a road is finally reached. 

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New Year Same Mind

A new year has come and it just begun 
all of the talk of fixing the old
all that went wrong you claim you will fix right
all this stuff you say you will do over night
stop and think if you want positive results 
to change some things don't ever forget 
you must work on youself even though it's a new year
it's also  the mind you bring into it

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The Farmer's Accord

The farmers sleep with
Third eyes open.
Ever watchful over their teenage daughters.
How the boys must beseech them desperately.
Uncomfortable, muggy fondlings
In the bed of a red rusted pickup
Parked by the creek dubbed Lovers Point.
At the breakfast table in the morning,
They glow with proximity
And their tired eyes hover dreamily
From the orange cranberry muffins
To the freshly squeezed orange juice
Filled at the half way mark of a mason jar.
When you ask why they don't eat
They simply smile
And say nothing.
Your curiosity will linger on your teeth
But still you will say nothing.
Bitter memories of your past regrets
To teach lessons of discretion
Are better left unsaid.
You will not douse them in the overwhelming
Blanket of your security
And the palms of your hands that
Once smiled in the womb like presence
Of handling your new born daughter
And naming her Jane or Virginia
Is suddenly missing the hold of her hand.
But you share a few natural harmonies
Like the silent agreement of pecking his cheek
Twice before bedtime
Or the precarious way you both sit at
The wobbling three legged milking stool
When your pulling on Betsy on Thursday
And she's tugging at Betty on Wednesday
As you shave the gray stubble of your throat.
But for now in the strangely comfortable
Peace of staring at the spots of jam
On the white and yellow checkered table cloth
You'll abruptly slide your chair back
And lean closely to her ear as you slightly whisper
Slightly inaudible notations.

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Memories Unlearned

Oh my God the geese!

Standing in my yard
while wave after wave of them
fly over the roof of the house
from the NW to the SE.

Each wave ebbs and flows,
the geese almost exactly the same distance apart
the V is straight and they fly strong.

And the ruckus!

Talking and calling to one another. 
As they meet in the big migration
they sound like
a gaggle of guys at the club,
or women catching up on the news across the fence.

You can hear the sergeant honk his orders,
his voice is deep.
A trailer squawking wait for me,
her voice screams.

They just keep coming
like the tireless waves against the shores
breaking up occasionally,
their order broken,
gliding amiss.

Sensing; ever slowly; the geese find the scent,
catching the current that holds primal instincts unlearned
spiriting them back into shape.

Now stragglers of two;
A quiet – 
Then a new wave, large enough to surf.

How powerful the swoop of free spirits
beats into my awareness of self.
Spring, motivation, renewal, time to flourish, this beautiful wild earth.

The last waves,
are they the last waves,
seem tired;
pressing to reach the unseen place of ancient memories.

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Deathbed Lament of an Everyday Person

So! This is what it’s all about,
to think that the next time I
close my eyes, will be the last
time on this pretentious earth.
I’ve often wondered about this
particular time, this waiting for
the final countdown. God! Life’s
past by so quickly, here I am,
my ancient body withering away,
yet my brain so alive so active,
with vivid pages of my mind
constantly turning to any chapter
in any sequence at will.
Then I wonder why; what’s life
about, asking no doubt the same
questions as millions before me,
Why? Yes why, the great secret
being of course nobody knows,
only guessing that’s what the
powers of this earth have to
submit to, simple speculation.
I suppose I’m one of the lucky
ones, being able to die this way,
my rapid thoughts tell me. “It’s the
waiting for it to happen, that’s the
hard part, but then I spare a
thought for them that leave us in
more tragic circumstances, the very
young, with no time at all to express.
I wonder if I’ll see all my
relations, also all of the old
faithful I have raised, not
forgetting the odd budgie. Do
hope there is not a choir, never
could stand young lads screeching
away, offending my ears in some
sort of foreign language.
Hope it is not crowded, after all
a few billion have gone before
me, maybe I’ll have no earthly
form, only a memory floating in
a tiny bubble, with the power
only to think, without the ability
to touch or feel, without the need
of sex or other carnal pursuits.
Can’t say I have ever harmed
anyone, or stolen from anyone
who could not afford to lose
the meager pickings of my
deceitfulness, but then it is
easy to offend ones fellow
man without knowing."Sorry
I have no time to expiate.”
My goodness! Death’s a great
leveler, I’ve never thought of it
this way, no matter what political
system one believes in, where as one
is white, black, yellow or brown.
catholic, protestant, Jew or 
unbeliever, death is final for us
all, we all go the same way.
It’s got to be God’s experiment,
with life being played in stages,
each one different from the other,
neither better nor worst according to
the almighty script. But serene
beauty, no wars or conflict I
cannot envisage, the human
element would see to that.
No! I cannot imagine a life of
angels singing, rock groups playing,
or every dead person’s wish being
fortuitously played out, after all
earth has Satan, who knows what the
next world as to offer in temptation,
dictators, two faced politicians, hard
up vicars, no doubt they’ll all be there!
My major weakness! In this life is
my inability to make one’s mind up,
but in this instance I feel I don’t have
much choice, in fact I’m bloody sure
I don’t have a choice. But alas lovely
earth with the eve of the day now
melting into the eve of my life,
I warm to the inevitable…………

this was what was going through my head
laying in my hospital bed the day after my
heart attack 2001

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The Devil Walks

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

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

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

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

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

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Murderapolis Streets, Claim Two More Young Heartbeats

Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
I keep
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
 till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons 
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
and theirs
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
they need
car accidents & tragedies
like these
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place

7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen

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Punch Drunk

I remember how it was,
the first time 
I got into the ring,
with a more experienced boxer,
I hadn't a clue,
of what to do.
Pummeled from one side 
to the other,I took
the loss, licked my 
wounds and understood
where  I went wrong.
With a few simple moves,
slip a punch here,
counter there,
I was beaten occasionally
but never badly and
I understood clearly
the reasons when I lost.

In the ring of life
and emotions,
I am continually sucker punched,
the original
rope a dope,
half the time 
on my back,
I never see it coming.
I keep climbing back in
without a clue
of what to do.

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To Be, or Not To Be: That is the Question.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

O’, to be unseen by the hands of the greater good!
Fettered with ignorance, a bliss more wanton than the love
Of a willing beauty; higher than the unknown
Depths of stars on a black hole journey; richer than
Humus long unturned by the spade of time – to be
Unmarked and bare - unknowing of what is, truly, is
The forethought of a hindsight never claimed.

Yet, to be known and to know, is the means of
The seeker, the listener, and the master of blood!
To be is within and without, the stars and the earth,
The state of no mind, and the keeper of no time;
The light in the darkest dark – unbound is this
Striving, from a heart meant to endure! But alas,
A torment follows the lit up singular, the gold
Amongst flesh, for all the world wishes to possess
Its worth; to know it intimately – to siphon its essence
From its stock piled earned, and spit each transmuted 
Cell into the dust of a desperate house;
To dust beneath the feet, of unwavering laws.

To be is death - a dying into blindness, reborn
Without a stage; unseen by hands that widdle away
Their time on precarious planks, not knowing
A thing about those who see their folly,
Nor the consequence of their unending ignorance.

To be, or not to be: there is no question.

The first line here is from the Grand Master, Shakespeare's Hamlet, act 3, scene 1...To be or 
not to be:that is the line ever.

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The Mystique of the Lady and the Unicorn

An invisible string was created from the beginning of time, it is wound around my horn, and bound to your heart Invincible. Each time your heart beats, you tug at this string, drawing me closer to you You are unaware of this, I love you yet I fear and resist you, dear Lady Not only have you captivated me, but my fate is in your hands I am the last Unicorn in existence Kings and nobles desire me for my horn, for it can purify poisoned wells and they know only you have power over me Sweet virgin, all I ask is one song to enchant my ears one glimpse of your precious smile one kiss from your ruby lips one whiff from your perfumed dress ...a single stroke from your gentle hands and I shall dream of you forever Betray me not please by handing me to the men Let me lay my horned head on your lap even just once… then set me free ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* You are Testing me my rear precious unicorn, every King has offered more than our beauty holds. Unfold I will hide with you in a placed to protect us from every face. Avoiding your poisonous horn, in which I fail to feed my soul with your purity. I will move you from this revolution in which has troubled the monarchy. Medieval strings of power to catch you~ your the last of your kind. My Unicorn you are the medicine, the symbol ones seeks to rule darkness. With passion I hold a belief that your horn can heal illness, your strength will carry on. Every time you returned to drink the waters of a no man's paradise, I reach out to touch your radiance once a year. Your horn can cure plague, rage, rabies, fever's and more! Become my host let me wear you in this mystical amulet. I will wear you as my jewelry while you lay your head on my lap. My Unicorn of purity, I will never tell the ingredient and secrets we share, as we got lost in each others stare. I will ride with you and never betray your existence. Together we will gather the fresh fruit and CORN~ My precious unicorn my virginity is your dignity. Bathe with me throughout my immortal long and healthy life. I'll sing you a song good night. Ali-corn you are the weight in gold, all emperors, will fall at my feet. One kiss with my red ruby lips! I "guarantee" you a gift only we both see. "If you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you!" **a collaboration with pd ^_^!

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The Egg Eaters Hallow


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And the Devil replied

To look into my eyes , 
Is to see a normal man , 
But try to understand me , 
Your soul will drown in the sea of sand , 

For I am nothing you could know , 
Nothing you have ever seen , 
It was I that took the Christ child , 
And did feast upon his screams , 

I care not for your life ,
Yet I hunger for your soul,
Forget not that I own the bridge , 
And your life is but a Toll .

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The Flicker Fusion Threshold

If I were to swagger off the streets
Some gangster as I perched the skulduggery 
Of my litany in glitter and smoke
An ageless vandalism to linger unknown
While I sneer from the lounging corner of your TV

Would you recognise me

Though I slide sheathed in the flags and banners
Barking and whining with the malaise dogs of freedom
Still with the coils of bright subliminal stars
With the cool smoothing glass of my poison
Throttle every whisper in the eyes of your children

Would you know me

Should I sink in bitter teeth this Nospheratu gift
A mechanical mayhem of guts and blood
In impassioned exaltation choke the anthems of liberty
Should I scream dank from the cellar
Beneath the rubble litter of such celebrated and hollow victory

Would you hear me 

When I dally in the mall smile Muzak ghost of neon
And peddle from every crisp clean rotting shelf of starvation
By coat-hanger noose dangled so footloose
Breathes it’s monoxide pull into your lungs
Better for the fashion this fashionable becomes

Do you recognise me now

As I secretive polished in slick glide reflective coercion
In the vaunted line of the halls of my fathers
Where this iniquitous trail of fiddling crumbs
Lay their poor morsel under the boot of my banquet table
I dine on metal and speak with weapons

And faceless electronic the vendetta of surveillance
And twisted media to quell every utterance
I hide this honed blade skulking behind you  
Chill grip to the spine in bright sunshine
I haunt you
You    …..   photographed
Are     …..   stamped, filed 
Mine  …..    and numbered  


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The Pirate's Cove (Anaphora)

I like sailing on the high seas over crystal blue waters
I like seeing the waves rising and feeling the splash
I like sights of jolly pirates swinging across the decks
I like sounds of parrots whispering beautiful words
I like scenic episodes that are challenging to the soul
I like seasonal ventures deep into the mystery of love
I like serious drama of swash buckling and bottled rum
I like shabby old treasure chests of gold and rubies
I like silence when the sea is calm and all is at rest
I like starting it again, splashing high sea adventures
I like sailing on the high seas over crystal blue waters!

Comments:    Anaphora is the repetition of at the same word (or group of words) 
at the beginning of successive phrases, clauses, sentences, or lines.  This 
anaphora poem is all about the pirates experiencing a high sea adventure.

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filling in the blanks

I am wondering if this is one of those moments
the kind that fit into that loop of tape
playing over and over in my brain
those fleeting moments when you you did not think you needed to pay attention
but realize later it was a pivital moment in youe timeline... lifeline

I remember staring out the window at the grass that had not turned brown over 
the winter, seeing it peek through the snow on the graves on the hill

the brilliance of your red dress that summer as it spilled off the picnic blanket  
and touched the grass

hiding behind the brick wall of my middle school on my bicycle, just to catch a 
glance of you for the last time,as and i would be going on to high school 

they are turned down corners in a mental scrapbook i carry... flashes that come 
around without warning when i close my eyes in the sun 

We used to joke about the soundtrack of our lives.. as if someday someone 
would make a movie of or lives

and i would hear "comfortably numb" in the background

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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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In A Hotel Room

to whoever finds this

time has unwound since I first checked in, clock hands creep backwards replaying each hour
the mind's wraiths tiptoe on satin-soft feet
I hear the hotel's heartbeat
something moves within these walls, whispers behind floral decor, voices skitter
the TV witters like senility, air  s s n a k e s s  like smoke, static hissing in my ears
the bedside bible glitters blank    w   o   r   d   l   e   s   s    p   a   g   e   s
my mind is fuzzy as the tinny TV
how many hours have passed?
now a twilight of sapphires sifts, drifts into the room
pale figures are filtering, slithering belly-deep through gloom

trapped the walls squeezing the key in the lock screeching frantic fingers scratching
for some way out, the dead phone doesn't connect except
to shrill with bad news and more bad news, ice trickles of chill diagnoses
fear seeping like condensation shrieks echoing in the walls
                                                                                              the room

the room is a galleon, tempest-tossed
                                                              the bed

the bed is a starched white wasteland, first cold then hot cold hot, Siberia to Sahara
how many have shivered and sweated in this bed? how many are dead?
the crushing heart attacks, sudden strokes, sad suicides
six storeys down to the waiting street through the window's snide slide

what's the song? you can check out any time you like (but never leave)
escape is draping a noose around me, there's no reprieve

I'm checking out it's time to leave

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Hear Her Screams

none of us
will see the next century
none of us
will see the next dimension

why should we care?

but they feel it
the empaths,
the watchers, the light,
of creation 

its coming, change
on broken wings,
it flies past
as the world
peels off her layers.

she reveals herself 
to be in torment 
and we parasites
go about our
everyday life

ignoring her screams
for our mercy 

so if I the poet?
can draw attention
to her plight

I will scream
I will curse
I will burn effigy of
every god known to man

its time to notice
its time to take action 

So I scream 
a thousand poems
and cry a million tears

until the wash 
of my sound
can be heard

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A Mistake of Time and Structure

    A Mistake of Time and Structure

It was forty by the formometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded

It was thirty by the hidrometer
The sun fell out
It was a full end
If I remember
It was a gifted part of nothing
If not it was a clock
And there it stopped

It was twenty by the timeometer
The wind gave up
It was time with space giving way
If I remember
It was a place called winter
If not it was a thought I had
That evaporated

It was ten by the elderometer
Morning came to night
It was a place to sleep
If I remember
It was a slower moving body
If not it was a part of time
And it had passed

It was one by the nonometer
The mind froze up
It was a full stop in mid air
If I remember
It was a cold and numbing moment
If not it was a motion forward
And there was nothing there

It was zero by the outometer
And night filled in the void
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was a matter of time
If not it was a poem I wrote
And there it was in the dark

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Strands of Dried Leaves

Strands of dried leaves that
hang about your neck,
they dance with each motion,
their bodies rustle in wonder.
Did you notice the stripes
on the bathroom walls?
Orange, cream,
rotten green,
shivering in the electric air.
My hands find the ground,
hard and cold,
they count each tile.


The interwoven lines that the tiles create
form the grid of life.
I am sitting on square


Only a few left to conquer
until my trivial existence
is at an end.

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Earth turning,turning

It's time for the 
Fall clearance sale
along the urban trail.
Your last chance
for real bargains in
summer leaves,
acorn seeds and 
English walnuts,
Summer hopes and
dreams of full bellies
to last the winter,
lazy rivers and the 
last blackberries,
much has already 
gone to decay,
grasses and late leaves
spin in the first cool breezes,
some, were washed into mud
in last nights drizzle.
Prices cut drastically,
we must move this merchandise now
so we can bring in the winter line.
Now, now, now,
is the time for the last
warm fantasy, prices are slashed,
before the sun sinks lower
and cold shadows usher
in the winter pelts.

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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman

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'Her Last Time'

Fuelling a need that lay dormant her intro into the world of sex was rough and unsophisticated her first time fairy tale turned into a nightmare it was nothing compared to the books she's read that stranger scarred her made her look for sex instead of love blinded by a supposed search of her fairytale all the men she attracted somehow fell short after their first encounter without them being aware they were weighed and found wanting deep down, she could not understand that the contentment she chased were somehow getting lost in between the sheets every time she felt a little worse and yet she continued in that cycle because it’s the only thing she knew even though that was never part of her destiny
*inspired by a close friend’s suggestion. Not a personal write but someone out there might be fighting this demon* ©140920121515

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Yet Another Spring

White and red and pink
oleanders bloom--
they are blown in wind,
littering grass and
drying on the bricks
of my front patio.
Orchid trees are flowering,
and royal poncianas.
Surprising jacarandas,
orange blossoms, honeysuckle, 
jasmine, and acacia assail the senses,
while I, alive, enjoy
yet another

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Char- Sun On the night of the charred sun a male child is born The Indians called the harvest Moon a charred sun This became the child’s name as he grew in wisdom He was not a warrior he was born to be a healer Char sun grew into a very strong spiritual man When he was small, a white man had given him a flute He told Char sun if he learned to play it, sweet music would arise All of nature’s living things would come to sit at his feet He would sneak off into the woods for hours at a time practicing One night Char sun saw the same Moon he was born under A voice began to speak to him and a fire entered him The voice told him to play your gift will lead you His fingers flew across the flute and the music was sweet Coming from the forest were the deer, squirrels, eagles and bears The rest of the tribe heard the music and began pouring into the forest Curious about where the sweet music was coming from and why Arriving upon such as seen the chief bent down and knelt on one knee The remainder of the tribe slowly dropped one by one to their knees For Char sun has become the holy man within the tribe The animals that follow him carry the spirits of our ancestors The chief stands to his feet and declares “This night Char sun Has become our holy man called by the great king of the sky The song of their tribe began to rise, paying homage to the king Our winters will be fruitful and our land will prosper cried the chief Char son was born to guide us into the holy lands Each warrior here will follow and protect him The buffalo will run and our bellies will be full Our time of famine has been broken through the gift Of Char sun Carole Cookie Arnold Constance La France’s Contest Tell His Story

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Our Holiday Home

Christmas boxes full of memories down from the attic they come
The house was so quiet everyone starts to hum
A wonderful feeling being overcome by holiday cheer
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Boxes and boxes to go through finding something broken is my fear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
Here come the guys with their fresh cut tree
It will look beautiful just you wait and see

Our beautiful picture of Jesus forever hangs on our wall
The tree must set just right so the light on top upon Jesus will fall
Christmas is about our dear Savior in our home is quite clear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

As the tree is decorated we talk of past Christmases and our love
ones now passed on
We find peace being with each other and happy to know we have
kept one another from becoming withdrawn
A toast of cheer we raise to those in heaven and feel them so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

It is a joy to come together with loved ones we hold so dear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
A family less fortunate then us we will visit this Christmas Eve
Spreading joy and love to the family and seeing their smiles as
they once again in our Lord believe

Christmas day does arrive...a beautiful day to which we thank 
our Lord above
The day or our dear Savior's birth whom without we would never 
have love
We sit at our table and say pray before we have our meal with
loved ones we hold so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Written By: Carol Brown
Written for: Holiday Hearth Contest
Sponsor: Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner

Entry for P.D.'s Best Holiday Poem Contest
4th Place

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And so it was in the time of high charges for the governed

 upon entering the Narthex of the church

 of the Cold Blue Static Balls of Charge, 

 powerful PUBLICUS UTILITAS proclaimed: 

“Make way; for I’m the journeyman directorate

 of the all powerful Red Hot Orange Conglomerate,

 here to ground your independent shorts

 unto our power grid.

Let the word go forth from this time and place,

no longer will you be able to reverse the 

flow to lessen your monthly burden.”

And so it goes from that day to this!

For the MAGIC WORDS contest

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Clever Insanity

It’s another day, yes, another day
Another day to watch my cronies wandering around
meandering around aimlessly, flippantly like
they have no care…no care in the world
and just like that…bludgeoned by a badly worn cowboy boot!
Guts all over!

One time I dated one of those giddy ones
and I tried to warn her!
She thought she was too cute to be bludgeoned
Too cute…can you believe that?
After about 28 minutes of blissful dating
I left her alone for just a second
and just like that…clobbered by a red stiletto!
Guts all over!

I guess to say it tactfully...
Most of them fall short on the intelligence end of things
They tell me I’m lucky to have lived this long
They all bow to me

I am one of the lucky ones 
I am far more clever than most of them
I stay out of sight during the day
and just watch all of the guts
Don’t get me wrong I try to warn them 
but they just don’t listen!
They love to go out in the daylight and
scurry around…scurry around the first floor
over the Persian rugs…across the tile foyer
Right in the daylight, can you believe it?

It’s almost like they are asking to be stomped
Stomped just like that by a Skechers Shape-up
Guts all over!

The darkness has settled in now
and alas, it’s now my time to play
I engage in my recreation at night
At nighttime I can crawl through 
his jungles of chest hair and mangy mustache
and in and out of her furrows and crow’s feet
I only come out to frolic and meander 
when all the badly worn cowboy boots, red stilettos and ugly Shapeups 
are safely tucked away in the closet

I swing on the curtain tiebacks like Tarzan
I skate circles over the newly polished hardwood
I dance an impressive Irish jig atop the granite 
I merrily skip atop of the flat screen tv 
and nestle into the VHS tape opening
I’m so glad they have a VCR
‘Cuz those slots on the DVD players
are tough to get through

I am all alone but it so much fun to play
I bathe in a refreshing pool of milk 
left in a tall tumbler in the sink
It’s good for the skin they say
I feast on tasty crumbs in the bottom of the toaster
I’m so glad they don’t ever check there
I’m having such a blissful time
If only my pals would listen to me 
and come out and play only at night
when it’s safe
Ohhh noooo!!!
Devastated, I eye the newest addition to the family
I notice his long whiskers from a distance
As he stalks me with malicious delight 
I run as fast as I can but ultimately...
It's my guts all over!

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The Last Semblance of Sanity


Paraded endlessly, this spectacle the Elephants know to be degrading,
And their counterparts from the sea , the Orcas, resist in captivity
By refusing to unfurl their proud dorsal fin, stings my eyes like a gnat
Lodged in my cortex, no amount of profit seems to dislodge.

Waking from my dream, I notice the old man waving to the crowd,
Gesturing wildly, as if warning of something no-one has yet seen.
Every evolution of Plybinium Quasar, the spectacle increases, with
Dogs leaping and biting at the air, and Neptunes, of disproportionate
Size, unable (or unwilling) to allow the pain to subside.

The viewing platform, constructed entirely of entitlements, teeters
Vicariously in the breeze, with the prominent attendees smiling, despite
Frostbite, inching up their extended promises.

Utilizing “light-track” technology, the time hoppers applaud
At pre-determined intervals, a strenuous exercise for sure,
Given the time restraints imposed by the counters in the Humbolt Quasar.

In this unfamiliar atmosphere, what clean air there is left to breathe
Smells pretty bad, like a cake frosted with sulfur.

9:46 pm
© All Rights Reserved

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spilled ink on a perfect verse

This isn't the time to run away

Nor is it the time to hide

they say "use your whole heart

and take a dive"


I forgot the past  while I  lay in your arms

you partially held me

became my blanket for the meantime

I swam in you and you in I

threw caution to the wind

I didn't think that eventually I'd cry

well I knew I would eventually cry but my brain

and my heart hadn't made it that far yet.


I forgot about the boundaries

and entered unchartered territory

I went places that I shouldn't have gone

because I desired you more than anything

you occupied places in my heart that

should have been left alone

but I unlocked the door for you

and here you'll stay forever


I still get shivers when I hear your voice

And your energy makes me feel like I'm a boss

you see the thing that attracted me the most

is that you picked me up when I was lost.

I fell into you even though I knew the cost.

Now my heart will always be thirsty for you.

Like damaged hair it became porous.


I don't blame you though. And surprisingly

enough I don't even blame me.

We saw a chance to steal a goal

but ended up stealing things we couldn't keep.

For a moment I owned the property,

even if in secret. But the bank took you back

and put foreclosure on my feelings.


Now I'm left scrambling here and there.

I gotta roll my sleeves down and brush off

these lingering feelings. This isn't going to be easy because

 I will still be me and you will still be you. Its like trying to get

away from a walking advertisement as big as the ones in times

sqaure advertising someone whose perfect for you.


But that reality is unreal so I put one foot in frount of  me

and slowly start to move.....

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Wish to Reverse the Time

How I wish to reverse the time and kiss you beautiful eyes.
Hug you very tight and never let you go..

That voice of yours that made me shake and fill me with passion to love you more.
I miss everything of you.
I miss even our differences.

Even when you would get after me, i knew it was because you cared and you loved me.
You wanted what was best for me.

Now Im alone, all Alone.
I wish to dream of you every night and see you precious eyes seeing me once more.
I miss you.
I love you.

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Let it be

Who has not felt the aloneness 
The uncertainty
of waking?

When eyes undefended
get a glimpse of the day's might
Alienated from the stillness of the night
Into a sight that is not quiet yet,

Probing around with unfocused gaze 
Uncertain chill
into the light.

It is hesitation before the new
Of letting go
For staying is nowhere.

Let me be with you then
holding you gently within myself 
you are my alleyway to the morning. 

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My Future Generation

I can act insane
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…

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A Day Will Come

Insulated in layers of clothing
I run from house to car 
from car to house
The weather stings as it contacts
my skin 
I long for you friend 
You taunt me during the winter 
playing hide and seek with my feelings 
When you come to me 
the air so frigid 
my pleasure evaporates 
but I look 
and I watch 
and I wait 
A day will soon come when 
you will entice me to you 
I will watch as you amuse yourself 
On the deck with shadow puppets 
and I will come to you 
I know now as I step into you 
I will be filled with desire 
for your warmth 
I will shed my layers and 
let my skin bask in your glory 
The glow of your love will tend 
to every part of me 
I have longed for you 
Satisfy this craving that has 
Sustained me all these many months 
Bathe me that I might savor 
this time with you 
and indulge in the ecstasy 
of our time together

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Cookies-Food For Thought

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

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

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My Spiritual Journey, I'm Still Roaming

I grew up physically abused,
with only grandma to hold on to.
I was a frail child confined,
and couldn't understand the pain I was going through.
I roamed!

In my teenage years,
I was rebellious and out of control.
Emotional scars were souvenirs,
and I felt I lost my soul!
I roamed!

Down a long dark path,
I thought my spiritual journey would end.
Listening to a demonic laugh,
I found myself in prison with no friend!
I roamed!

I cried out to God for an answer,
for the death of my grandma was too much!
Spiritual pain ate me away like cancer,
and I felt God had just lost touch!
I roamed!

Down that dark tunnel of tribulation,
I began to see a spark of light.
I continued forward with determination,
with a stronger spiritual appetite!
I roamed!

Inside behind these evil walls,
I constantly fed my hungry mind.
At times I felt so small,
but mentally I was no longer confused!
I roamed!

I was once weak and frail,
and attempted suicide with a knife.
I fought my way out of hell,
because I now valued my life!
I roamed!

My journey began so long ago,
and the strength of my heart continues on.
I survived a spiritual TKO,
emotional scars remain, but insecurities are gone!!
I still continue to roam!

Written for Drake Eszes contest "I, roam"

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Winter Star

Winter star,

   so frozen where you are;

   in some glazed galaxy,

   how far is your lofty eminence?

Shine you will,

   in your celestial world,

   perhaps your rays more ancient

   than Earth's first darkling crib;

Where once none had been.....

No earthly eye to behold thy majesty;

   shearing darkness 'til what final wall?

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Who am I

Who am I?
Time will not answer,
Nor, other.
Perhaps my existence,
Does not exist.
Who am I?
The reverse side of the world.
Manufacturing production of God
Or a cosmic joke?
What will become of me
When crossing the bridge?
Doubts are like wires,
That twist in the soul.
There is no end, no beginning.
Yes, there is a tangle,
Which we call life.

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Part I of Indian Summer

The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.

I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.

The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for my attention.

The aptly named Sept/ember
Ignites itself against the skies
And sets my thoughts asmoulder;
The inspiration I have begged and badgered
To arrive, does so at last
By its own rule, on its own clock
In the deep of the night
While I should be asleep.

I awake,
Dreams close behind my shoulder,
And find myself at this crossroads,
Inexorably older.

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Undas 2012 -- Day of the Dead

There I was, for the second night, visiting you.
It’s that time of the year again
where graves don’t seem so lonely,
all lit up
with flames, flowers and faces 
I find it so beautiful, Undas...

We all might be contained
within our own circles, 
but thoughts and feelings are somehow linked—
similar in remembrance
of what was lost, of what is loved.

This time always reminds me of regret.
Oh yes, my sighs are so pregnant with them,
giving birth to a nursery full of wailing cry babies.

Of someone, of something. Of anything.
How final it seems. 
So much lost, so much taken.

Then the operative word, “seems”, jumps out at me.

I am reminded of grass razed by fire,
seemingly dead—hopeless.
Brown, dried, burnt.
Some might leave it be and move on with their lives.
But some
might dig beneath the dirt, dust it off,
then they might find hope.
The roots are still there, alive.

A second chance to make things right.
To nurture it better this time around.

Maybe, this is why I cling so hard to the thought 
of an afterlife.
Why so many people do.
I don’t want to think of death as The End.

You’ve graced my life, our lives with so much
and I still catch myself seeing you in other people.
In this manner, you are still very much alive.

This is also why I kiss the day that you were born.

You were given to us, albeit for a short while
but you are still here in some other ways,
and I am thankful for that.

I light one of your candles, whisper my prayers,
and something touches past my right hand.
(Ah, I’ve always felt that certain emptiness with that hand.)
I see what it is, and it embraces my heart.
It is small yet so profound for me.
A white butterfly. 
Choosing that moment 
to flutter past me, touching me in that darkness.

It lands on one of the leaves of your floral arrangement
and stays there with me.


** For my brother, & to all my loved ones who have gone on. I also want to dedicate this to all who have lost their loved ones, either recently or long ago—the void will always be there, but the memories & love that they have given us will never be forgotten in our hearts.

Undas is a yearly tradition here, where most Filipinos flock to the cemeteries to visit their dead. Ok, I will not rule out that some go there not exactly to visit the dead but to join in the hmm, festivities (if walking through cemeteries is your thing), being with friends, eating, since of course there are lots of food stalls present during this time.

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Victims of Want

Had there flowed blood 
In our peasants’ veins
We’d have built bridges
To join our several ridges.

Then the many exiled peers
Might re-cross the flooded streams
That had divided their dreams
And pilloried the science of seers.

But the fire of want 
Had our people dehydrated
And those (like me) who bled yet
Were catalogued to a grim existence.

O posterity!
Do not disdain our delicacy;
For time is multiplex
And might your ship dis-mast!

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In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
when I tarried 
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.

Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.

In your footsteps 
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?

Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?

Well I’m sorry 
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?

Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!

But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day 
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married. 
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.

And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow 
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!

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Cross Over

You wait for the moment
you give yourself back to yourself
and recognize it.
Take notice of its soft whisper,
Before now you could not make out
amongst the screams that took control
Only this time your eyes open
For the first time 
and cross over.
Your heart speaks loud
After a long silence
and you hear it clear.
It greets you,
lifts up its hands 
And welcomes you
"I remember you"
It whispers.

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Marching Band

"Marching Band"
Dapper dilettantes take over one hundred yards 
Showing their feathers like a cockatoo on pointy shakos 
Displaying their talents on grass they are anything but green 

Ready to give resplendent resonance through beasts of golden brass
Popping percussive drumming getting drilled into them by a sergeant
Time and time again by so many rehearsals they know formations by heart
The time for sweat and tears is over, they are here to perform

Atten hut! 

Impressing the crowd with baton twirling 
Majorettes turn into marionettes as the sergeant pulls their strings
Compact formation now, the crowd will wait for hot dogs
Watching a half time special while they stand alert in place

About face!

Witnessing scintillating choreography with a one, two turn
The symbols get their chance to be rim shot participators
And the Grand Marshall leads the baton twirlers aside
For the color guard and their blinding high definition radiance 
No one is out of phase and the scene is picture perfect
Then they dive into the scatter drill 
Show their true talents with life, love and liberty to move where they want
Individual inspiration takes over each one to the ensemble 
This is the real reason they are here, for happiness 

They make way for the gymnasts while maintaining play
Who express their own interest in the spectacle of somatic arts
Triangles and fantastic figures on three people straddled high
Build in the crowd a new love for geometry

They have to give way though in good measure 
To guns of glory and so many shots sent high in the air
Puffs of smoke are burst sky high, evaporating a salutary good bye 
Thanks for watching

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Cool Beauty

Hailstones falling from the sky 
blown by a cold icy cutting wind
bouncing off the ground
clouds black to grey shawl 
winter takes hold 

The ground takes shades of white 
snow capping the mountains peaks
First snowflake falls 
gently melting settling on one finger

Thoughts drifting away inside the soft touch
Petals caressing heart and soul singing 
a choir chanting pulling strings 
blowing warm breaths clouding steam 
frozen whisper of time
feelings flutter into your space

Dancing to loves tune 
weaving our silken soft emotions together
ribbons of light piercing a single teardrop
holds beautiful love in high esteem

I will take you my love higher
to where the heart darling 
will always and forever 
surrender to you without pain 
The snow queen smile, cracks ice

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When Skies Were Bright

The 90’s were not easy, but my spouse and I got by. Both our children, grown, soon were on their own. The syndrome known as “empty nest” didn’t even touch us. If anything, those wings of mine spread splendidly as I ascended, full of hope, into a new Millennial sky. In 2000, my age was 45, and definitely, I was in my prime. Having taken up guitar, I strummed to songs I sang for just myself. I belly-danced, lifted weights, did boxing and aerobics. Reading up on fitness tips, and eating for my blood type, I was at my best. “Aerodynamic,” this bird could fly; even years of therapy on a painful neck were starting to pay off! Around this time, I also took three fascinating trips, first seeing the Big Apple for my very first time. Also I basked in the sun and in the fun of a great Bahamas cruise. Later, with a friend, I enjoyed a glorious week in Rio de Janeiro. Of all the things feathering my not-so-empty nest, one stood out, which later would define the woman I’ve become today. Embracing the muse I’d abandoned in my youth, I learned to soar with poetry! Today, twelve years later, I fly through skies much too often gloomy, recalling a time before our world went mad - the time when skies were bright. Written by Andrea Dietrich, Jan. 6, 2012 For nette onclaud's....AT THIS AGE Poetry Contest

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Tsunami riding

Wasted years, all gone and past
trying to catch up for time lost being juvenile 

No time for regret, resentments have no place
Growing older burning the candle from both ends

my life is passing way to fast, 
friends come and go, asking 'how's life'

do you really want to know or just making grace
a rushing ocean with lifes ups and downs

the current rushing too many journeys on one path
can't slow down, don't dare look back.

I'm in the moment on the crest,
Tsunami riding

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Many civilizations have risen
and fallen; many big bangs 
and big crunch have happened;
unmoved, space reigns supreme,
leaving the definition and use of time
to us.........

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Before a rainbow appears there must be a little rain

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

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

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

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

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

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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Ride of the Daystar: Har - Magedon

A great tumult has occurred in the sea
agitated waves tussle and brawl in the sea

A sea, whose waters are parted,
parted by a swarming multitude of beasts, and one Great Beast

Beast, I advise you, there is a King, a Star in the Day
riding upon a white horse, Eminent and August
August and Purposed was His way
sword in hand, fetters in one

One, without uncertainly, He rode toward the sea
and with certainty His strike was dealt

Dealt, the waters were parted
by means of one blow all the beasts were smite

Smitten, all but one, the Lord of the beasts
the Daystar turned his strength to the Great Beast

The Beast, skilled and adept, was struck with one articulation 
not with a song of death as its intent, but a rebuking

Rebuked, so it might not agitate the waters
fettered, so it could not provoke the sea

See now, the waters were parted
the bodies of which were two

Two parts, divided by the Daystar’s blow
one to the south and toward the north was one

One, agitated, heavy with salt, and broad as elapsed dreams
the North, tranquil and fresh. just adequate to chalice in the palms

Palms firm, the King turned His day heat to the south
and the waters evaporated, so that only pillars of salt remained

Remaining, the Daystar blessed his radiance on the North
with palms the King cupped the unsullied waters 

Waters in hand He tossed them into the desiccated earth
and the waters revitalized the salted land in support of the King

And the King continued to shed light on the waters for a thousand years
for a millennium, the earth blossomed.

Blossomed for a time, a time, times five hundred times
after which, the fetters would be loosed

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I am behind the wheel

I am behind the wheel
things move quickly by
I feel like I ‘m being pulled along 
by the machine
new  gauges 
just keep coming 
and going around

the faster I go
the greater the outside winds
the greater the noise
garbage flies speedily by
in all directions
some of it hits me 
and sticks

the outside noises are great
they confuse me
they cloud the music
and the surroundings
and overcome 
and relations

I must 
keep the windows closed
to keep out the outside noise
I must try to take control 
of the machine 
slow down speed up
right turn left turn
never never stop

I am told 
that I must keep going
to succeed
hands on the wheel
foot on the throttle
never never look back

I ‘m afraid 
to stop
how will I get 
where I’m going
once I no where
how will I find it
how will I know

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the Angry Soup of Racism

ain't it a shame

when hate lynches 
a 14 year old Colored boy
in 1955 Mississippi
and blows away the dreams of
four innocent little Negro girls 
in 1963 Birmingham, Alabama

bus that to your segregated thoughts
as I interracially walk you 
through Little Rock, Arkansas
with Daisy Bates & nine Black Children
to march along side the National Guard
on their way to a lily white school 
as the message of this 
un-segregates & untangles  
the history of hate
attackin’ Negroes in 1957
whose only desire was to be educated 
and schooled too

racism & hate
doesn’t try to guide 
the white citizen council back 
to their good senses 
‘cause racism 
don’t care ‘bout nobody
being Jewish or Colored
when it needs to 
Negro churches with Negroes in them
or feels the need to hang someone 
from a tree out of existence
racism even devours its own kkklan
as the innocent
pay the ultimate price

racism doesn’t care 
if your church is the 16th Street Baptist
and 14 yr. old  Addie Mae Collins 
is one of the four black Alabama children 
killed in attendance        
racism ain’t concerned about
you being white either
or your last name being
Martin or Rodney King
and so many other names
that we’ll never know of
that racism wounded or buried six feet
under hate  

racism doesn’t care about 
what kinda NAACP dream 
you’re having 
or concerned about your last name
being "Parks" in 1955
when it attempts to guide you back
to the "Colored" section of the bus
where you know your
civil-rights will be denied
every time you allow 
" segregation & discrimination"
to collects its fare

racism & its hateful followers
have no regard at all 
for one’s race / religion
or sexual persuasion

especially when racism peers 
into its discriminating mirror
century after century
time after time 
day after day
and tells itself in 2006
"it’s better than you"
because you’re "cultured" different
from them"

racism stirs an ugly pot of soup
that no one should ever have to taste.

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I Thumbed My Way

I thumbed my way across the states,
flew over oceans. I lost myself
in city crowds, tried the boundaries
of my brain's inventiveness --
yet I did not outrun Time.
I did the things some young men do,
avoided others. Years shrunk the heights:
my expectations changed.
I fell and climbed.
The journey still excites;
the roads still wind.
And, still, there is much to see.
That has become enough for me;
but I'll never outrun Time.

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Watermarks of the time and tide - Third part

Watermarks of the time and tide! (Third and last part to abide by the word count)


With aches and pains felt everywhere in the body called arthralgia and myalgia!

We start thinking if only we could go back to our good times in a fit of nostalgia!

The best would be to become a baby pampered by parents just as we began!

So that we can take a fresh start and do better to improve all our life if we can!

But if that wouldn't be granted, I am also fine with becoming a worry free child!

Having to go to school to learn all that's so new and coming home to play wild!

May be I am asking too much so I will be fairly happy to return to golden teens!

Because life is the most beautiful and carefree between thirteens and nineteens!

I know it would be hard for nature to give me so much good time of my life again!

I don't mind becoming a responsible adult if that poised mind and power I regain!

I guess I might be asking too much from time to give back the best days of mine!

Okay then return me to my middle age in good health and I would surely feel fine!

I can see the calendar and the clock are jeering at me for asking my lost time back!

They are telling me quietly that time passes as it does, you can't even make it slack!

So let me not make them laugh by fondly looking out from the rear window's pane!

And be content with trying to make the best of the my older years that still remain!

I keep hearing some day it would be possible for us to travel back or forth in time!

That wouldn't happen no matter how much I desire it to be possible in my lifetime!

Let me then forget my past and do my best for now while planning well for future!

I can't go back in the time tunnel but I have learnt lessons with time as a teacher!

Seeing in the mirror I see the watermarks etched on me by the irreversible time and 

A divine voice consoles what matters isn't how I look outside but beauty of my soul 

"It doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside, it’s what on the inside that 

One can feel young again at any age, if the pleasant memories of the past one 


Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile

Kindly read this poem with a matching photo on LinkedIn at
mirror-i-see-the-watermarks-etched-on-me-by-the-irreversible-time-and-tide and my 
28 poems with captivating pics at my LinkedIn page

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Farwell 2011 and Hello 2012

In a wink of an eye 2011 went by
Wasn’t it just yesterday I gave 2010 away?
2012 is now replacing you
There is still is so much I wanted to do 
Ooh well I am not in a hurry
Because if I do
Time will be very blurry
A lesson learned well
Carefully taught by 2010
Timing is everything
What, How, Where and When!!!

2011 I thank you
You made me see what is true
I am grateful
Explaining to me how to be faithful
To the teachings of life
So 2011 I say Farwell
To you my dear good friend
With all my heart
I’ll cherish every moment in time we spent

2012 in a week you and me will finally meet
I am pretty sure
Our time together is going to be SWEET
2011 has been talking a lot about you
Dreaming of the things we are going to do
Can’t wait to get to know you
What will you bring me?
Where will you take me?

2012 I am ready for you to show me
Everything you are supposed to be

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Down the Urban Trail

The air is crisp, cold weather
that you can sink your teeth into.
It's midwinter with a brief break
between rainy weather fronts.

My fat limping dog and I have
got to get out of the house and
find some wildness.
He lets me know of his happiness
and I ignore his comment about hypocrites
as I put his leash on and
he drags me down the trail.

"How will we ever find wildness
under these conditions?"
he barks at me.
"Maybe this time boss?
Maybe this time you will let go?"

We walk down the trail by
the storm swollen stream and
hear the same question posed in the air.
The storm stream tries hard to break free
and wreck havoc, but,
the well engineered cement banks
give it nothing to grab hold of and it
careens on past to the sea, harmlessly.
The river's only hope to spread wildness
is another storm to raise its banks.
The grass above the banks is all of a kind,
easily mowed, and no threat to the asphalt 
path we walk.

There is some hope of wildness
in the windblown debris
left over from the storm.
Perhaps seeds of a hardier folk
will move in among the grasses and
the perfect line of trees
that border the trail.

Such strangers will have to hide
and take cover before the caretakers 
of the trail arrive tomorrow.
They will efficiently find all wildness
from the storm and make sure that
it is all discarded and hauled to the dump.

Perhaps I am looking for nature
in all the wrong places.
Here it has been collared and leashed
and rendered docile.
Still it fights back.
My hopeful dog directs my attention to the stream
and points to an otter that sinks when I look.
"Maybe this time, boss?" he implores.
Overhead, three noisy geese, free as you please,
as insolent as if they were twenty,
announce their imminent landing
at the county water control pond.
Not all of us are on a leash yet.

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Love in the Afternoon

As he fed the pigeons
I couldn’t help but wonder
what he did at other times
of the day.

In my young mind
he couldn’t be rich
or why would he
be wasting time on a bench? 

His shoes, well scuffed,
but not “disgraceful”
as the nuns used to say, 
gave a “been somewhere” impression

While tying his right shoe lace, 
his rising eye caught mine.
He raised his hand with the brown bag of food
as though to say “feed the birds with me”

and smiled the grin of the wise.
I’d wished to avoid his eyes;
hadn’t enough time to greet that face.
I was on my way to another place.

No time to greet that face
face of time and peace
mug of contentment lacking in guile.
I’d stayed and returned his smile.

© Kathryn McL. Collins

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In the moment

To be in the moment, to understand time and motion.
I am no master of time, moments pass one before another.
One long string, woven by time,
which itself is nothing more than seasons changing,
allowing the eyes to watch moments pass.
One could say I mean now, at this moment,
but once said it has already passed.
Yet, who am I to disagree with those who think,
time stops for them
We dwell in a space captured by many moments.
Is this not a moment, bound by ones own perception?
We'll read and think, how mad this is.
Yet before a thought has traveled through our brain,
another moment has come and gone.
I am left with one thought,
when does a moment pause?
Does the sun pause hanging in the sky?
No, it is always moving,
moments are perception and perception is not universal.
My perception is not your perception.
Moments are like a river flowing from birth to death,
without banks.
They are memories feeding our illusions,
as we move closer to death.
I'll ask again, when does a moment pause?
It pauses at last breath

Thinking outside the box

contest In the moment
Frederic Parker 12/26/14

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Cosmic Consciousness

Alone with Nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong 
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self

One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality
that is impossible
to describe in words

At such moments
one has no consciousness 
of time and space
but only of that particular moment
- the infinite eternal NOW

One makes contact
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension 
where time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute 
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos 


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We're Still Here

...en l'an soixante-dix de mon age...

All the familiar names from our youth
now belong to aged, unfamiliar faces.
Even my own reflection startles
as I pass the mirror
hanging in the hall.
Suddenly, we are old.
And, although taken by surprise,
we must accommodate reality --
perhaps convince ourselves
how lucky we survivors are --
how much better that we wear
these flaccid faces, these worn-out bodies,
these aids and apparatuses,
than to have ended
while in almost-mint condition.
But these are mere macabre,
septuagenarian musings.
So, let's forget all this!
Turn up the music
and hear us murmur,
in weakly mordant, fatalistic,
untriumphant chorus:
"We're still here!"

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Pocket Watch

Technological age.
Advancement of advancement,
Digital acceleration unlimited.

Gifted and pocketed,
This watch,
Dull dark silver,
True and tested mechanic,
Short and sturdy chain,
Analogue accuracy.

It fits comfortably in my jeans pocket,
Ages alongside my creasing lines with wear marks,
Time isn't well kept with its adolescent sporadic tock,
Certain to be set to be kept at a minute ahead,
I am directed to watch this future unfold,
While it clings to my pocket lining and present time,
And the engravings pull me back to the past,
You told me not to let this time pass me by,
As you held me tight before you passed me by,
And I never kept very good time like this
Fresh watch that sticks close to my side,
I cannot say that you were lost,
For the path you had set was more set than stone,
No improper implication should be allowed,
The wallowing whispers that beg me every which way,
They told me to go away from the very place
That I had interest to stay and investigate,
The stars sway with no stationary complaint,
Our night sky that's not so city bright,
Contains a dim white plate in-between its phase,
Much like my pocket of space it hangs,
A witless glow behind the cloudy night.

I am no more than I was except for a simple realization,
To look back and find I am not the same as I was,
Commonly known as growing up and moving on,
But I know I'll be happy in just a few short years,
Just glad I am not the same as I am now.

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Frozen In Time-Space

You listened wrapped to the moon gauze falling from my lips
the day the wars began, assassins slipping from the shadows
to stab, along the SpinnerSails woven between the Lands of Holding
in the forgotten times where our hearts are amber-bound.
It is my fault. I wove the skein. You didn’t mean to be caught unaware.

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Porchswings and Fireflies

There will come a time
when this moment shall pass
and we will be alone
to enjoy what we missed
making up for the years we gave to others
will be first on our list

yes, the time will come
to sit on our porchswing
and watch the fireflies
light up the night sky with their glowing frames
saying i love you as i look into your eyes
and gently speak your name

As time passes on
the seasons change without much notice
but we don't mind
for we remain the same
in our world of porchswings and fireflies
nothing changes
except the seasons
they go unnoticed...

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wanna come thank me for getting bin laden shot america

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Halloween tho

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

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

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

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

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

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A Time to Remember

A Time to Remember

There was a time
Given to me for just a short while
When I felt I could fly
Transported over the sea of delight.

It took you and I by surprise
Ill prepared for such a flight
But in that special time
There was only you and I.

The winds took us up high
Above the clouds of white
Erasing the world from our eyes
To a place of light that couldn't be denied.

Into view came an isle
Upon which we rested a while
Reveling in the warm sunshine
Listening to the changing tide.

A beautiful dream for a while
Our love needed no reasons why
But grounding it, had to be denied
For it could only live in another place and time.

And after all this time
A certain thought in my mind
Brings your face back in its eye
And I remember the time I could fly.

By CarolineCécile, June 9, 2009.

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Time to Relax-Stop Stress

Within this world
Everyone is in the Fast-lane
Many seem to always 
Want to complain
There is Never enough time

But as we know
Within this life
Extremity's are high
Everything must be
Quick and Fast
Earthly moments 
Never lasts.. 

Just gives Stressful moments
Being over worked.. 
Gets you Stressed out..
Make you Sick... No doubt
Stop think.. before Time is gone
Within a blink...

Life is to be enjoyed
Peaceful living... 
As your own pace
Not in the Fast-lane
Not in a race... 
Whom will come out tops

Devils Tricks.. Run in the Fast-lane
Must get everything done
Pressed on time
Which leaves  many not to realize
Keeping you busy.. gives
No time for Our Father's Son

Not thinking.. Reality
about your Future
What shall it be..
In the Fast-lane..
Earthly life .. Keeping busy.. 
Pressed on time.. Stressed out..
Gives No time for prayers..

Always running here and there.. 
Pushing time.. but yet.. Where???
Where does this lead you?
Where will you be???
If you not take the Time
For Our Lord.. Our Divine.. 
Our God of Eternity.. 

Moments of Fellowship.. Prayers.. 
Conversing with Body of Believers
Where does that lead you.. 
Where in the long run???
For you have No time.. 
For Our Father's Son.. 

Don't Fall for this trick
for in the long run
Fast-lane.. Stresses you out
Will Make you sick.. 
Think.. as you do.. There is No time to waist
If your life is in this Fast-lane
This Earthly Foot Race.. 
To where???

Take this moment of your time
For Your Eternal Future is Now.. on the line..
For No one knows 
When the Time.. shall be
Their Life here shall end.. 
Time begins.. Eternity
Where will You be??? 

Come to Jesus
While there is time
God gives Peace of Mind
Relaxation.. Truth.. Love.. 
Glorious Divine..

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I am Time speaking

I am Time speaking      more to next  

This Poem is dedicated to my father 
Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
Who fought for the freedom of India 
with Mahatma Gandhi 1920 to 1947
and wanted to shape a corruption free India.

The Poem is also dedicated to  Anna Hazare, 
who is still on fast since 16th Aug. 2011
for the great cause of removing corruption from India 

With massive mass support  from every corner of India
Anna  has become the Second Gandhi of India. ...Ravindra

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I am time speaking 
Are you listening to My Voice
Can you see by open eyes
The waves of crowd rising high and high
Like the waves of a turmoil sea.

The heated lava of anger and resentment 
Is burning because of You
And you only
The resounding noises of the broken dreams
Of every one from all walks of life and 
people from all the generations.

Have you ever sensed and realized
The aching pains of the badly swollen veins
Of the masses of this country.

The anguish,  pain and the helplessness with which 
the young men and women 
watch everyday  
Shattering of their hopes and 
dreams after dreams. 

You are still hiding your face in the sand of time
You do not want to listen
Any voice.

Even when, 
These are voices of millions and millions
of your masses.

You show as if you are deaf 
before the 
Thundering sounds of roaring sky.

Or you do not want to listen and see  
You even do not want to understand
What kind of roaring voices are these.

These are not sounds, 
This is Tsunami of thundering sky
I am time speaking

The roaring voices which you show unheard
Are the voices of a Mass Revolution.

Those who do not hear these roaring thundering voices
It engulfs them in its arms forever like Tsunami.

I am Time speaking.

Kanpur India 21Aug. 2011

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The flash of fear I feel
at passing darkened windows
or dim-lit mirrors
comes when I observe, reflected,
a stranger in my clothes
(or skin) and think:
is this the me
that other people see?
This ghostly image
that I know cannot be me?
Though its actions correspond
to those I take
in shaving, bathing,
wielding cans of aerosol,
surely I would recognize
this jaded, aging,
desensitized distraction
that the world
for me.

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A new beginning

Leave behind what you can
for if it brings no good to you
take a bold step ahead and
for a better time to come
it may burn you down
to turn it around
what else can you do
erase all the darkness
in your head
and replace it with blue
for there's always a new start
right before when its to late
and if you wait for more and more
a day will come when your heart will break
if you cannot see the next day
don't waste you time to make
think of it while you , best can
and choice you have to make
and its never to late to make
a new beginning

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"Silly Heart of Mine"

There must be something wrong 
with this silly heart of mine.
I think of you constantly 
with no stop in sight.
Even though I know 
we could never possibly be.

I just can’t help but wonder why,
because at one time 
you were deeply into me?
Why is it that love always seems 
to be one sided.
Not that, that’s love, 
that’s called being blinded.

Or it’s just infatuation 
or maybe an obsession.
To be obsessed is almost like 
being possessed
with the spirit of you 
haunting me thorough.

So wrapped up in thoughts of you 
so immensely intense.
My heart seems to race 
every time you’re near.

Trying to get you out of my head,
Sometime I wish 
I suffered a memory lapse.
Just so, I can forget 
we have ever met.

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A Letter to Time

Galloping between warming rays 
It echoes through the still
of a quiet afternoon.
A child unburdened, a mind untamed,
A curiosity insatiable 
That feeds her wandering thoughts.

Each moment drips with hesitation
As she waits for you to pass
But like bittersweetness from a hive 
You quicken at your own pace.
Minutes stretch to hours, hours into days,
Eager is she for the years to pass
Longing is her heart for freedom.

But soon spring arrives, ripened with verdant green
Like blossoms unfurling upon the breeze
She spreads her timid wings. 
Each hour revealing, each day a new age
Boundless fields before her
Pirouettes on a promised stage

Then suddenly you hasten, remaining ahead of her strides
She pleas for you to turn for her,
As she chases each moment elusive. 
Years advance like moments, seasons turn to days,
What once sprightly danced on tender leaves
Now slow to a staggering pace

Now she stands alone under winter sun
Where golden days fade to rust
She reminisces of the ages past 
And of lives that have come and gone.
Through the ache of tears withheld
She sees you turn for her
You take her hand, "It's okay" you say,
For a new season has now come.  

And then you guide her, 
One last time 
Out of the frost
And into the mists
Of tomorrow. 

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The first time I had one
It really was not fun.
I called the doctor
and went right away.
I knew that, how is it hanging
was the first thing he would say.
And he did not let me down.
In fact he had me stand up.
OK drop your drawers
and as if that was not enough
for a fifteen year old,
lean across the table
I was told.
You have a good healthy hemorrhoid.  
Take good care of it.
Hopefully you will be partners for life.
Yeah, you sure do not want it to see a knife.
Now stand up and turn around,
No, leave your shorts on the floor.
He placed two fingers in a most 
delicate place.
Turn your head to the right and cough.
Then two fingers on the other side.
Now, turn the other way and cough.
Very good he said, they act just like 
they are supposed to. 
No, leave your drawers on the floor!
One more check he said.
I do not like that evil smile Doc.
What are you going to do.
Well, son I am going to check your prostate.
My pros what.
Your prostate. The thing that allows  
you to have sex.  
Who said I do that? 
Well, you need a history of when it is healthy
to know when it starts to have a problem.
So bend over that table.  
I really do not know what happened next
because in about ten seconds, 
I passed out.

I know you ladies find this in poor taste. So- - - 
To all the men, no matter when,
the FIRST TIME you had this done.

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The Window

Protected from life
Hidden from view
Alone in my room
With little to do.
I sit at my window
Safe from the world
Looking out at people
Going about in a swirl.

Whether a marriage or loved one
that has been lost,
Or maybe a business of which I was once boss,
Now all is gone and with nothing to do
I sit at my window
Safe from the world
And hidden from view. 

A world of hurt
Do I see
A retreat from life
is safer for me.

Like an animal hurt and 
withdrawing from life,
hiding from the world and all of its strife
I sit at my window
with nothing to do
Not willing to commit to the care of a few.

There was a time 
in this life I know
when I would come and I would go 
Now I hide away from it all
Not willing to venture out from this closed-in stall.

With nothing but a window
to the world that I see
hidden from sight 
and all who would love me.
A sad time is had
A lost life is bad
But my window is all that I allow to protect me.

Dedicated to all of the hurt and gentle people unable or unwilling to share their lives 
with others.

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The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.

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In Gods arms

Month one


I am only 8 inches long

but I have all my organs.

I love the sound of your voice.

Every time I hear it

I wave my arms and legs.

The sound of your heart beat

is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two


today I learned how to suck my thumb.

If you could see me

you could definitely tell that I am a baby.

I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.

It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy

I'm a boy!!

I hope that makes you happy.

I always want you to be happy.

I don't like it when you cry.

You sound so sad.

It makes me sad too

and I cry with you even though

you can't hear me.

Month Four


my hair is starting to grow.

It is very short and fine

but I will have a lot of it.

I spend a lot of my time exercising.

I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes

and stretch my arms and legs.

I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.

Mommy, he lied to you.

He said that I'm not a baby.

I am a baby Mommy, your baby.

I think and feel.

Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.

I don't like him.

He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home.

The doctor called it a needle.

Mommy what is it? It burns!

Please make him stop!

I can't get away from it!

Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven


I am okay.

I am in God's arms.

He is holding me.

He told me about abortion.

Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.


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Telegraph poles

Telegraph poles
Derelict each in their own way
Watch the Forest creep around
Mountains watch them rot
Trains skitter past
The River pays no mind
Dragging their wires on the Ground
Many miss glass eyes
Many hang their arms
Some have fallen
None talk
No more dots and dashes

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I am disgusted with time

It ticks and tocks,  on and on

Never caring that some of us need it to stop

Take a break, catch our breath

Ruminate and reflect

But time cares not

Ticks that drip like a leaky faucet

It can’t be fixed

You can put your finger in it

The pressure builds

Then spills, taking you back to where you were

Counting each heavy minute and second

I need to feel some weightlessness

Floating off in space where up is down

Sideways is down and down is up

Time makes no sense it’s all-wrong in our minds

I need to stay still and jack with time

Move on past it at the speed of light

Gravity insists you can never escape 

Ah what a concept, I'll simply

Set my watch back and pretend it’s Saturday 

(with a little help from a friend~thanks KA).

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There was a time in my life when I was Self-assured
and I experienced the Esteem of my fellow man.
I could walk into a roomful of strangers and have no qualms
about the dangers of a slip of the tongue, as I knew I would have 
a quick and witty repartee for them.

Of course, that time in my life passed all too quickly, as I grew 
older and "full of wisdom" taught by life's experiences.  The self-assurance
I had when I was 18, transformed into a more cautious, yet still 
estimable 25.  Taking what I knew to be the deceitful practices of 
unscrupulous and dishonest men,  I reassessed my own life in terms of
its self-assurance and esteem.

I found that I it was more difficult to be sure of myself in every situation; 
that because of the pain I had to endure at their hands I would now look
at my life through the ever emptying glass of self-worth, prestige, and 
know-it-all attitude. I had to find my guide, again.

Others now pointed out the foibles that were inherent in my character.  I took note of
these observations, only to find that too many of them were true.  However, I also began
to realize that in order for me to again regain the esteem of the person I saw each
morning in the mirror, I had to better follow my original mission statement of life ~ TO

I began this mission in earnest by careful assessment of the past mistakes I had made in
judgment, my personal sins of commission and omission, and a renewed faith in God's mercy.
 It has been a struggle for over 30 years now, and I have a renewed Esteem and
Self-assurance because of my belief in Him.

Of the gifts He gave to me in that time of searching, the most important and influential
were a new wife and family, their love and affection, and the ability and confidence to
write words like these for you to read.  

Now, I can again enter that room of strangers and have the ability to speak to them
without the doubts that have plagued me for these many years.  I owe it to the Lord above,
thank Him for His generosity to me, and pray that you will also know His Loving Will in
your life.    VIVAT JESUS!

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The Balloon

The last one in the packet,
You blow it up, hold it aloft,
Admiring the transformation
That you have brought about;
The kiss of life
The gift of hope
An air of grace
Your life, your hope, your air
So easy to damage
Burst pop bang:
Hear your breath escape,
The silent song it sang.

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Oh how memories fade, 
and cats play with shades.
like a slideshow uh....

Echoing like past deeds and shadowing winds, 
Echoing like time frame, and time that have chance, 
just playing it save thought....

For those that wait is for those that know to be haste, 
Just paste this picture next to the puerto rican paradise.

Because children that is how all became, a, memory.
Give your mom this picture to place in your child future that has chance.

Faith be the keeper

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Time and Tide

Time and Tide

On the blooming horizons of my mind
The wine of your love and beauty,
Splashes its flavor, on my lips and life

Sometimes you quench my thirst, O love
By becoming my Sunlight or a candle light,  
Which burns,to remove the darkness of night.
Sometimes you take away the flames of heat,
When you spread the wings of your coolness on my life.

How mysterious is the game of life, O love
The intoxicating wine of youth, beauty and love,
Always sweeps away our senses to an extent,
That we began to float on the winds of time and tide. 
Knowing very well that time gone by 
Will never return us except in our memories
The glory of those wonderful moments.


Kanpur India 13th June 2011.

Please excuse me, if you find some delay in receiving your comment's reply.

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Forgotten Time

Time forever going forward into the snow
time wasted
seconds, hours spun out of fingertips
forever like snow into the dark
light falling on snow
dancing, glowing for one miraculous second
then drops away into the darkness behind
and see beautifull blooming things 
flowers spinninglike the snowflakes
soaring totally free
stars streaking through the night
seconds, minutes, days 
buoyed up in a bright place
the only light in a dark world
looks like a falling star
time and space blast away
like a universe forever expanding forward
leaving only darkness
darkness and the snow

This is found poetry from words I Chose out of the book Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver

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time is short
there is never enough time
is it a set and or a subjective thing?
who really knows the time now?

A man with one watch knows what time it is; a man with two watches is never quite sure.  ~Lee Segall

Entry for Suzette's Prime Contest

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Red silk covers

you meant nothing you never said
it still meant the world to me,
a shameful encounter,a sinful collabration
making a fool of myself again and again
the time you said youll never leave me right in to my eyes
can someone lie straight in your eyes?
The time you hugged me and said you care
can someone touch you and lie in your face?
you left me without a letter ,without a hug
millions broken,never knew someone could be heartless
i have grown old in the hopes of maybe
you would turn back and come to me
nothing needed but an apology
just tell me i was wrong , i shouldn't have done what i did
i should not have said something else, where there is nothing i feel
why is it so hard for our self esteem
to admit we are wrong, respect our fellow beings
indifferent to my emotions, it doesnt hurt anymore
are we actually humans,or some mind controlled robots
i long for the day when he would realize
how he shattered my beliefs and my desires
i know he's happy  he has moved on
is that it? never to be held accountable for?
perhaps it was right , what goes around comes around
maybe karma was mistakenly brought to my door
i wish he stays happy,i dont have any grudge
i cant be burdened with one more regret
life is unfair, painful as we move on
just hard to believe,its us , we are the morons
we know the pain,we still hurt others
its not life thats hurtful, its us
everyone so anxious in running the race
knocking others out to get to the finish line
so selfish and needy we are blinded with lust
in the end man realizes ,what was it worth?
you may win the race , be crowned the king
and proudly you'd walk back to your home
sit on the couch sip hot chocolate
in the darkness of the night, youll try not to fight
think about your achievements laugh and smile
no one to cheer you, you look left and right
what is the use of being a lonesome winner?
when you have stabbed everyone to get to the position
I would rather be in a group of losers
where we all cry together at our failures
we dont have much, but we have each other
we sleep on the ground,amazing dream world there is
no pillow for our heads, no covers on our beds
but our dreams are so beautiful, we'd never want to miss
you may sleep on your silk covers with a beautiful woman on your side
you close your eyes and hear from within, deep sighs
you cant sleep peacefully on your victorious covers
remembering what youve done ,a cloud of regret hovers
or maybe you are indifferent, its not a big deal
one day it will, you will know how i feel

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Petals of Time

Quietly floating in brilliant colors.
Delicate, soft, and supple.
Easily torn in haste.
Smells of home in spring.
Upon erect stems some lay waste.
Looking wilted and torn.
Small particles fall to seed.
Close by a bud takes form.
Another day in the suns great warmth.
Gentle is a petals life, in deed.

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Southend pier me ole lady


Of the glory days long gone
The train rumbles on as a confused old lady
Unsure of her destiny yet still she travels on

Young faces embrace with baited breath
Peering anticipation pressed on smeery glass
Wooing and cooing as objects roll by
Parents smile in adoration as their little ones ask 'why?'

And it's all so reflective, the sheen of the sea,
Glass thoughts imagination as we
Watching faces, aging lovers, flowing dresses, flip-flops
Baseball caps and the odd few shops
De-board to stretch and sigh, relish the visions which greets the eye

Chips on the promenade an absolute must
Rossi ice cream to flourish in lust
Just sea and breeze with breaths and smile
To stop take time, enjoy (our) while

Lean on the piers aged frame,
Whilst fishermen reel
Young pollacks play games
Streamline they race
Against the incoming current
Side flips cause amazement
As to why? Unapparent
Thousands in the shade of the aged old pier
Return to same spot year after year

Just like us and our forefathers before
An irresistible meeting ground
We cannot ignore

(love the old pier)

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Only Now

                         There are many things,
                            that brought us together.
                         Many good times,
                               but also time of sadness.

                          I have learned from you,
                             over all these years,
                           someone with a heart,
                              as big as the sun.

                           Stopping traffic,
                               helping a turtle to the 
                            other side of the road.
                            Taking in a wounded cat,
                                nursing her til she could
                             face her life again.

                            Giving to those around,
                                by doing without.
                             These things you thought
                             but were not.

                             It is now time to rest,
                                leaving those behind.
                             To cherish your life,
                                as a wife, mother
                                     and a friend,
                              never to forget.

                               Although your song is ended.
                                  your melody
                               will always linger on.

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The Great Mushroom Hunt

I like the way time stands still
When I don't turn the calendar
Just after a warm rain in Spring

February 2011...never left; didn't
Want to-
March 2012...Lent begins; my
Favorite time of year-

Every leaf must be unturned
Faces might appear
Mayhem awaits every discovery

One goal looms...

My calendars must be turned
Before May

Before mushrooms spoil




9:56 pm

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Suicide Cheats Death

It was cold.

Death's fingers
Resting on my forehead.
The nail
Scraping, scraping,
Skin scorching
Of pain.

"You want darkness
Or heaven?"

He cackled, losing grip
On the nail
For blood.

"Time's a wasting."

The wind stopped blowing a long while ago.
Death composed himself;
Pulled the nail out
'Til the roused red
Spouted out

And the cold resurfaced.

"You ain't scared.
This suicide?"

If only you knew,
How much I craved
For this to end."

The frostbite quivered.
Death removed
The deadly weapon
From the skin.

"I'm a murderer.
Not a liberator."

His charm tensed,
As his tongue rid
The blood stain from his white digit
Forcing exit as a bitter belch,
And a satiated grin
Carved on his
Phantom tint.

"I'll be back when you have a purpose
Ain't no joy for me when there's joy for you."

And he will.
Yes, he will wait.
To grace my blood
With his twitching nail,
Edging icily.
For it will only take
The whisper of a smile,
A soundless breeze,
To summon even the remnants
Of his presence.

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A Tribute to Neil Alden Armstrong

The end of an era has come and gone  
Right before our eyes;
With the man who first stepped on the moon 
Having said his last goodbyes.
While tens of thousands of engineers, 
Scientists and lovers of space
Helped lift him up and get him there,
No one else can take his place.  
From his childhood to the final countdown; 
Separation to “The Eagle has landed,”
There was something unique about Neil Armstrong 
Who never once felt lost or stranded.
While planting America’s Stars and Stripes
And walking in lunar dust,
Not hardly for himself alone 
But for every one of us.  
Seemingly, so long ago
But then again, not long at all;
America never felt so good
And we all walked ten feet tall.
When Neil returned 
The fires burned inside our homes and hearts;
As the promise of a new age dawned            
We believed in a brand new start.  
From earth to sky we’d learned to fly    
And Neil Armstrong took us there;
First of his kind to sail through time 
And walk where no one else dared.
The end of an era has come at last 
As time and history march on;
And some men’s marks are made to last 
Not least of all, Neil Armstrong’s.  

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The Cat House

I know a place where cats enjoy long life, 
where human intervention is tolerated, 
where only cats are allowed 

It is where they rule, decide their fate, 
to go hunting or sleep late, 
prowl their border, look for a mate, 
food abundant, early or late, 
no need for a snack with an always full plate 

Non-skid litter lines their bathroom floor, 
ideal for completing their daily chore, 
no need for flushing, gets covered instead, 
when it reaches its peak, mysteriously disappears, 
automatically replenished, 
a new floor every other day or more 

When night time falls they are free to prowl, 
crouching tigers one and all, 
waiting to pounce at the slightest noise,
or attack a shadow suddenly appearing on a wall, 
their prey, rarely actually exists,
makes no difference, 
prowling is not something they would ever miss, 
immediately after a good prowl,
onto their bed, a good stretch,
sleep away until daylight

Come first light their tummy signals its time to eat, 
they check out their food bowl,
if stale, 
it is time for humans to wake 

Hunger sated, find a sunbeam to bask and wait, 
awaiting a signal, to do whatever their mind dictates 

Ah, such a place is the mind of a cat,
from where they rule and dictate, 
how we humans who love them,
make their life great

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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will

so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.

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The Fall of Summer

Yesterday she  left , warm and sunny ,all  pleasant and funny
Spend some time with me she said, for soon I will leave
I lingered many months,  my season ends , I will come again so don’t bereave 
 Gone are the long summer evenings full of crickets ,cicadas and fireflies flickering light,
 Blinking their secret codes, mysterious and magic , in plain sight 
  Marking time with the pale yellow moon passing thru starry fields of dark summer nights
 Fall sweeps in, proclaiming loud and clear, the death of summer is now so near
The  seeds run full nourishing the land , acorns dropping ,and everything ripens,
 Soon the trees will change their skin and like magic a new life appears
From vibrant  green to orange, red and yellow 
 Long slow and rolling , dark green and pale ,the waves  tamed and mellow, carry their lament 
Carrying a sharp edge the cold ,damp wind brings sudden intent
 Grey banks of clouds, long and low  stretch to the horizon with  their rainy content
Soon Jackets and jeans ,sweatshirts and sleeves will take their rightful place ,
 Layer upon layer will I make of bare legs and chests that were openly seen
The  deserted beaches , falling  skies, pale and pink, all proclaim the long rest is now at hand
Painted pumpkins all in a row dot the land with orange and black
Mister owl haunts the night in his  favorite wood on wing and nightcap
While  lingering over bare earth and frosted fields of yellow corn  and golden ripe wheat
 Couples and  lonely people  ,walking silently, hand in hand, hurry back to their retreat 
And  sailboats huddle close together on dry land almost within  reach and wistfully watch  the sea
 And  I will sit near a warm glowing  fire, book in one hand, sipping hot cocoa or  tea

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Fabulous Fifties

Fabulous Fifties

is what they called it,

we just called it a good time.

It was a great time in history

to be a teenager, to have our

youth, it was a time for some

to rebel, others to grow up.

Movies were some of the best

TV shows were coming of age,

with I Love Lucy, Gunsmoke,

Donna Reed, Ozzie and Harriet,

which brought Ricky Nelson fame.

Who could forget Garry Cooper

in High Noon, or Ray Miland

plotting to kill his wife in

"Dial M For Murder".

No one would believe

Richard Carlson when he

told everyone that a space ship

had landed in the Arizona desert

in "It Came From Outer Space",

or the little boy who said

he saw a space ship land out in

his field and people kept

disappearing by falling through

the ground in "Invaders From Mars"

in 1953.

The Brooklyn Dodgers finally

brought home a World Championship

in 1955.  This year also brought

Rock 'n Roll to us teen agers

when Bill Halley and his Comets

had a hit with "Rock Around The Clock".

1956 was the first no-hitter when

Don Larsen of the New York Yankees

threw one against the Brookylyn Dodgers

in the World Series, it has not happen

before or since in the World Series.

The Fifties also brought us 3-D, way

before our so called 3-D  TV sets of today.

I remember seeing a few or so, wearing

those white glasses we thought we were

so cool.

Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, Chuch Berry,

Little Richard and many others will

never have that many big music stars

again.  A New York Baseball team went

to the World Series every year of the

Fifties except 1959 and they would

have then also, if the Brooklyn Dodgers

had not moved to Los Angles.

The Fifties was a great time to

grow up, things would never be

the same again, our youth was left

in the Fifties, times would change

and leave us longing for those

good old days when old age

reached us.

Written 6-20-11

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I was board and i needed something to do so i went to work to develop a plan now i am writing poetry for all my fans. I wrote about this i wrote about that i even wrote one about my cat. Most of the time i just wing it being a good poet you got to know how to bring it. So all your fans will like it and will not want to sling it and fling it in the trash or burn it and choke on the ash. Not all poetry is about being happy and having a blast. Some poetry may bring back memories from your past. I was board and needed something to do so i went to work to develop a plan now i am writing poetry for all of you my fans. Most of the time i just wing it just like i did this one. So i hope you don't fling it and sling it in the trash or burn it and choke on the ash.

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Chocolate Temptation Nov 2, 2010

The reason I wrote this poem is to symbolize anything that ever catches you in the
clutches of temptation, be it small like chocolate as this is, or bigger like porn,
smoking, alcohol, etc..fill in the blank, everyone has something that it seems like they
can't quite conquer. The struggling and the realization that nothing on this earth with
satisfy that God sized whole in your heart, even if at the beginning you believe that it
will. Thanks for taking the time to read. Hope you enjoy.

A romance swirled in cocoa brown and creamy white
Smooth flavor
Charming you to take another bite
Promising to stay with you forever and ever
The allure of wanting more
So much more
Beckoning to catch you
Catch you in its trap once again
Ever inviting
Daring you to take another bite
Sinking deeper into temptation
But the fun is over before you know it
Never getting enough
You're always wanting just a little more
Your mind in turmoil
Questions flooding
Why does this happen every single time?
But you fall to the ground
Every time afterwards
Brought down lower than before
With the same answer
Chocolate never really loves you back

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In every endeavor There’s a beginning There’s an end But, all are part of the story The most interesting is life it has its own From the start it’s hard Difficult, alarming and condemning When time has elapsed and adopt You begin to love, enjoy and never to leave Excel more for it even die for However, time is too fast and uncaring But, I tell you it will die down too To archive or rot As permanence in this world is falsity And, mortality is always a call Though competing, challenging and disgusting Muster it as that’s fate, a grand design as a human being!

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Love me tonight girl we won't meet again ,
Don't fight the feeling cause love ain't a sin,
Let your body decide what it does,
It's okay baby, ha ha ha ha,
Let your body decide what it does ,
It's okay baby cause everybody ****s,
I know it's straight to the point,
But I'd rather be straight up and straight forward,
Instead of playing with your heart and your mind,
Games are waste of time, now we can do the nasty,
And do what the do and see what the does,
Either we gonna love what we do to each other,
Or just let it be what it was,
No harm, no foul, no commitment, no vows,
Maybe a contract or two,
But by that time I'm already tired of the way you like it, oh,
And let your body decide, exactly what it does,
But it's no secret baby, everybody fücks,
I know you don't do these type of things on the first night,
We both know it's wrong but fück it cause it feels right,
I know you don't do these type of things on the first night,
We both know it's wrong but fück it cause it feels right,
Love me tonight girl we won't meet again,
Don't fight the feeling cause love ain't a sin,
Let your body decide what it does, it's okay baby,
Let your body decide what it does,
It's okay baby cause everybody fücks,
Now I can hear your body calling me,
Tell me what it is, what's gon be,
Only got one night cause I'm...,
Lil mama is a bad one, ain't she? 
Maybe she might be a little timid,
Love when I get it,
Or I might even give a text when I'm finish,
Been doing all this talking, let's get it,
And you can tell me what you wanna do,
I guarantee you can do that,
Or you can teach me like a thing or two,
But I bet you I already knew that,
So one night one time baby girl,
Let's take this chance,
We ain't trying to be love strung,
But I know that Everybody ****s,
I know you don't do these type of things on the first night,
We both know it's wrong but fück it cause it feels right,
I know you don't do these type of things on the first night,
We both know it's wrong but fück it cause it feels right,
Love me tonight girl we won't meet again,
Don't fight the feeling cause love ain't a sin,
Let your body decide what it does, it's okay baby,
Let your body decide what it does,
It's okay baby cause everybody ****s,
Let your body go, let your feeling show,
Say what's on your mind, I already know,
I can read your eyes, see your body sign,
(Every sign you give baby) with a little bump and grind,
Nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind,
Baby there ain't nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind,
There ain't nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind,
Baby there ain't nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind,
Love me tonight girl we won't meet again,
Don't fight the feeling cause love ain't a sin,
Let your body decide what it does, it's okay baby,
Let your body decide what it does,
It's okay baby cause everybody ****s,
Believe that believe that baby,
Everybody ****s…

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Night Owl

The mystery of the waning moon
as I look upon the clouds of dawn
breaks into my consciousness
This is the time of dreams sought
when thoughts are gathered like
so many pioneers on a broken trail
Sleep evades me and the lure of
creativity draws me in as it astounds
and bemuses me for what it offers
A canvas of words is displayed
and painted in the colors of the
night while the daylight beckons
Or perhaps some other creation has
come to fruition as these hands work
their magic and mold ideas into beauty
Then again I may get lost in the notes
as they press through my headphones
wishing my song was never ending
This is the time of dreams sought
when I gaze into my soul to find
my purpose and my complexity

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Living the Dream

Dreams cascade into my life.
Some I have lived.
Others await me in my dream catcher,
for me to full fill.

I walk the silver threads 
that weave them together.
This is my path, 
to have a dream to follow,
to make these dreams come true.

Yes, I have a dream,
And am living it!!

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This Time

This time you did say "Will you marry me?"
This time I did say "I will"
This time we did walk down the isle
This time we did say "I do"

This time you are my husband
This time I am your wife
This time it's together forever
This time there will be no retreat

This time we will surrender
This time only to each other
This time, yes, this time
This time is meant to be our time

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Cosmic Reality

in the perspective of infinite time and infinite space the natural order prevails there are no problems only the absolute and ultimate reality of the cosmos

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Budding beauty

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

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Music Feeds My Spirit

I was told that as a babe, I would endlessly cry
And nearly drove my Mother out of her mind
No one knew the reason why, as I had loving care
Soon, it was discovered that music brought much relief
During early childhood, learning to play the piano 
A true delight to the nuns, who then gave me lessons- free
Later, singing with choirs at different stages of life
I was known to forego more pressing things than music
I found then as I do today, music still accentuates my moods
My spirit cliings to notes as climbing scales
That reach quite unimaginable heights
Which brings me to my feet or invite unabashed tears 

In the darkest of times when sadness reigns 
When joy is unrestrained;  or solitude embrace
Through moments of serenity and various shadings of time 
Music, like life's blood flows, brings all that I need 
There was a time in my teens, I could easily choose a favorite genre
My tastes have since broadened and I relish many more
I still listen to Luther and my heart melts to his soulful tone
And when I hear Casting Crowns, my soul craves angels' wings
Andrea Boccelli and Il Divo with their operatic pop
Bring a smorgashbord of emotions from canyons within 
'Though this is no fact, just my humble imagination,  I believe
Music is life and life is music; that neither will ever come to an end
Both will keep refining, reaching that source of perfection
God's animated creation, it seems, bears musical notes
Together, intrinsically designed to  sustain and evolve


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My Thanksgiving

This time of year
If I was a turkey I'd fly away
It's just fair
That such lies be told about thanksgiving day
But I shall give thanks anyhow
For a country limping away from its past
For liberty like a statue
From mix iron cast
Calling me to huddle with its fold.

Yesterday, my mother went 
Shopping in the Bronx
Took a bus and rode in the front
A white gentleman got up so she could sit
I thank him very much
No, not Abe Lincoln and the Abolitionists alone
Bobby K got up all on his own
And there was an Iroquois
Sucking on a turkey bone
And there was my father
Staggering down the street alone
And icicles hang from the trees like ropes
And melted to the ground

I have much to give thanks for
This time of year
But the troops shall not see me cry
Because they are over there

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Life is just a short time,
Treasure the all things you've done,
A lot of circumstances you face,
And it will lead you to stand up.

Life is just a tire of a car,
You goes down and up,
Drop in a rough path,
But still you become a stronger one.

Life is just a big old tree,
You are the master of everything,
You are the captain of all,
And a model of anyone.

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The weightless float of morn throttles like a softly-bathed woman: white, tangy and bubbling with a sprig of mint and dew; petals’ chests opening a gate of chastity, undressed. A path of upturned twigs rips free and slides along veils of bridal mist; misty in a way leaves become pastel strands ; where footprints of grasses become delicate as it is daring , calling forth my name,Eos...Eos. Brocades of lace robe my wind—a breaking moment for these flushed arms to sprinkle the pour of studded foliage cradling morning's wake...soon,new lovers play the choral flute bearing freshly-wed fruits: the smell of earthy breeze drifts upon my mantle of humid, winged caves. Gently daylight wakes, as I, Goddess of light and dawn opens the first rose shimmering ' neath my tapestry weightlessly white, no one dares to speak. Who Are You Contest

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Gone To The Other Side

                                            Farewell my friend
                                            Now you are gone
                             Cremated from earthly shape to ashes
                Never will I feel your warmth and unconditioned love again
                                   You are not suffering anymore
                           I always knew that this day would come
                                        Yet I were not prepared
                                    To witness my lifelong friend
                   Being enclosed by deaths unwilling power to leave you be
                          Your illness could never have been healed
                        Yet,when the day death embraced your body
                      It was a smack right into my face and emotions
          The day that we spread your ashes over the deep forest you loved so much
                                          We were done crying
                                 Because your presence were there
                                          We could all feel it
                               Your energy and spirit are still with us
                             Time will come when we shall meet again
                            Since you stepped over to the next dimesion
                              Days feels empty with a deafening silence

              Until death embraces my earthly life,and our spirits have rejoined
                  I shall live my life here to honour your name and legacy
                                     Farewell my lifelong friend
                                                  So long
                                We`ll meet again on the other side
            Memories we have from your time on earth,will refuel my empty soul
                                           And keep me going
                                        Rest in piece my friend

About this poem..I belive we will all be reunited when our time here is done.

Cheers my friends out there

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Don`t be fooled by the face i wear,for i wear a thousand masks and none of them are me.Don`t be fooled, for god sake don`t be fooled I give the impression that im secure,that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,and i need nobody,but don`t believe me. Beneath dwells the real me, in confusion,fear and loneliness that`s why i hide behind of this mask i`ve created,to shield me from the glance that knows,but such a glance is my salvation,that it is followed by salvation, it is followed by loveIt`s the only thing that can liberate me from my own prison walls. I`m afraid that deep down i`m nothing and no good and you will reject me. And so begins the parade of masks,i idly chatter to and tell you everything that means nothing,and nothing that is everything that is is crying within me,so please listen carefully as i try to hear what i`m not saying. I want to be genuine spontanious and me but you please help me,hold out your hand. Each time you are understanding, kind and gentle, the harsher i strike back. My heart grows very feeble wings. Your sensitivity, empathy and power of understanding you alone can release me from my self built wall and lies my only hope. Beat down these walls with firm hands,but gentle for a child who is sensitive.I`m someone you know well, for i am every man you meet, i am every woman too... I AM ALSO YOU.
Paul Beadnall. Sponsor Tracie ~*~ A solitary sonnetist Contest Name Everyone knows, anything goes... . This shone light back into my days.. I read this when i was in a torrid time in a mental hosptal ( unknown author)

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A Mystery- - the indents are clues

She headed up the stairs                    
as John closed the front door,
heading out for the evening run.
She finished threading the projector
         and glued the two ends of the loop
         of sixteen millimeter film. 
Preparing background for a new commercial,  
it needed to be special,
for she was coming up for review
with the Seattle boss in two weeks.
A meeting with the boss of bosses
could only end one way in her mind’s eye.
There is no room for error.
A simple commercial,
her husband was the cast, as usual.
John didn’t mind.
In fact he doted on being a tv star,
though no one knew who he was.
         She turned on the projector just as he
         crossed the intersection below the apartment.
         Intending to go two blocks and cut through the park
         he was confused as to why he 
         took the short cut through the alley.
Wonderful project, that alley.
His wife’s baby.
Her coup de etat of architectural restoration.
The old Boston soon to rival Atlanta underground.
         He had to stop and rest a bit. 
Man he was out of shape.
Darn, she thought. 
         How can I ever get through if it keeps breaking.
She was working on an interactive
presentation using computer enhancements 
of what was on the sixteen millimeter projecter. 
She should have bought new film
but too late for that now. 
Soon repaired she watched John 
jog down the cobble, in the movie.
         What is going on John thought?
         He never trotted around and around the block.
On his third trip he again intended to head 
on down through the park.
The dogwood so beautiful this time of year.
         So tired he literally stumbled, coming to a halt,
fortunately by a street vender.
He bought a snow cone.
         She was busy splicing the film once again.
A silent curse word on her breath,
maybe she should have asked John to help.
He was so much better at this.
Just as the vender attempted to hand him
the snow cone, 
         John felt the urge to run again.
It was the fifth time he had run around his own block. 
He managed to retrieve the snow cone on the fly
as he hardly slowed while passing.  
Nearing the apartment entrance
he knew he had to do something.
Gathering all his concentration he managed 
to dart into the building.
Bursting into the room at the top of the stairs
he saw himself on the screen.
“Shut if off” he begged, not really knowing why.
But the instant it stopped, he fully understood. 

Apr 17 2011                 My poem is Surreal

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On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.

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History-a Bundle of Lies

What is Today
Shall be History tomorrow
All that comes
Shall ultimately Go.

Who was born
When was born
Where was born
What he did
How he did
When did he do
Where did he do
All shall be recorded
In books of history

Historians some
Could be contemporary
And many shall write
Later on.

One will write
Some have'nt written
Others will rest their accounts
On past tellers
Value adding it

Some will say
Milton was blind
Others will say
He was only myopic!

Many agree
Shakespear was British
Yet a few still doubt
He was an Arab Sheikh!

Some will pen down
Horrors of War,
Rule by Kings and Queens,
Tyrants, Dictators, Sultans
And Saints and Prophets,
The stories of their Rise and Fall
But them  never having  seen 'em all themselves
But they will insist
Such and such never happened
If happened but not that way
The way of the other Historians

History, some say
Is a Bundle of Lies
But I will say
History is a turning Wheel
Which  keeps rotating
From one point to another
In Space and Time
Without a dwell
Some might be alive to see
It Turning Right
But later Generations
Using the art of Semantics,
Critical Thinking, Logic
And the magic of Imagination
Will blow their Own Horn
And Declare
That it turns Left.

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I surrender my self -for m

I see that you are here
I wonder how it will be
sensing our connection is far reaching
I know that we have been in this show together before
our roll, our movements like the stars, 
slow, deliberate, smiles reunited

does it show...

when I think about it
I understand it less and the shade is pulled down and sleep occurs

all those years
all those close calls, you approaching
so close to me in the pattern, 
somehow we both know this
somehow I remember - little packets of light carrying the story to me
over the greatest distances it arrives stripped of its details,
a ghost mouthing the words as it fades into oblivion

I remember you clearly, so long ago
remember that song and the way you moved,

I see it when I look into your eyes,
where I was once forbidden
now I am drowning in them,
when we are together

I see down into the pit where the saint sleeps
you rest the eye,the time, and the memory

I see you

see the hills and the valleys roaming
and the great expanse expanding
in those golden rings, the sun burns
something compels me
something like this
pulling me into the show

into your eyes
I surrender my self

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Beyond the tropical paradise

Beyond the tropical paradise

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Beyond the tropical paradise

And deep underneath the ocean 
waves at the very bottom of the sea

There lies old ships and treasures
from the ship wrecks of the past

Where haunting figures remains
are forever frozen in a time lapse 

From people who had lost there lives 
and were 
laid to rest in there final resting place

And it was not by there own choice

Yet as time progressed there remains 
were covered by the plankton of the sea

And it leaves one to question all of there 
belongings that were left behind
underneath the new and existing coral reefs

Should all there treasures that are found
be left untouched or should 
they all be put into a museum for all to cherish

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Taste the Jam on your Bread

Remember how you felt 
When your shoe lace broke
As you dressed for school
And you didn't have another

That would have been a good time to
Taste the jam on your bread.

Or the time you bent over and ripped
Your pants not having a jacket or sweater
To hide the cold air from coming in
On your way to work.

That would have been a good time
To taste the jam on your bread. 

So just miss one loop hole
And tie it in a knot.
Walk straight and smile
Then call home....
And take a moment

To taste the jam on your bread
And laugh....

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Maybe the Guff was empty, cancer full moon eclipse

Maybe the guff was empty—Cancer full moon eclipse

Left field call on the black wall phone
faint cry from the distant end
spoke with throat lump of capital
disaster and a troddened womans most
everydom—lost before found—somehow Jan
knew and put forth a celestial no comment with 
I-hope-I-am-wrong-love gesture for the
love torn bull awaiting a cancerfold friend
offspring no spring-perhaps next spring. Anna
soild Anna so poised of classic stock sometimes
never bending to an antiflexible Taurus mood
was caught in a never place,  why of questions-
depleted character strikes. Will the blood
hordes rally for the fallen “fetalrade” and
heal the internal emohurt temperature 
inferno of unknown bliss. Does it ever come
at the right instant? Like where’s a cop when
you really need one—maybe 7-11 therapy would 
bring solice and peace. Forgive the forgiver
and pass your sense into another ability
Keep your mind and your soul for the little 
lost egg. I don’t know know or could never compromise 
no more of a complex juxtaposition of life
and death than that of biobeings so
closely connected that share the same
existance, one within-one yet
percent infinity bonded in a tidewater
liquid symbiosis that no manbeing in time
past or future will hope to match let alone
entertain. Be that as it may, you’ve felt the
sting of life and the creation of flesh for a brief
moment of time in time   and time is that holder of all
events we hope to achieve—your time in both
will come to be—you will share
and create from within, and not waiver
about the fallbacks we run down for
no explanations from anyone will suffice
or reason to make a whole sense of such
a fathomless inconsistency. I felt your
loss deep in my knees and thoughts flew
to your little soul upstairs. There are words
and there are no words—my deepest senses
to you and Dana—I know it will happen for you
as all things come to pass for those deserving                          dave collins

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Through drowsy quivers of wired thoughts
I lose an hour in the morning 
to parry every second of vengeance, 
as if to hasten  my night rituals
from the unrelenting pace of dawn-break…
and as tunnels honk, my eyes forget
to ogle at yellow buds-in- waiting.

Again, Mr. Time… you steal my light sabers,
burying me to freeze in a cosmos of strangers
while my soul wanders far beyond
an appointed compass  for a rendezvous
with my day’s unmetered motion.
Now, my frigid hands crave to make love
with the softness of earth’s clay 
or bathe in a camphor sun, lapping a wind.

Oh Thief, my being dwells not in impatient
rattling… but as minutes pass like a current
stabbing my leisure, your precise ticks
are not mine to rent or borrow…
I obey such demand,

just this one time.

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Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.

The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates

The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean

Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd

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So has our world become
Captivated are our souls
Immersed in a yearn for a material diversion
Our heart hungers for spiritual nutrition
Time flies,floates away like a coarse river
There was a time when we were the masters of our time
Think of all we got
We might not even know we have it
Throbbing heartbeat
A constant reminder that our clock is ticking

We try to sit in more than one chair
Even tries to eat ourselves more than full
Estranged we have become
We do not control our own time anymore
Nor our lifes
Trusting that our material prosperity makes us happy
I wonder which day we wake up
And realizes..,we have fooled ourselves
Or maybe we already did
it just passed us right by

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Knock Knock

Knock  Knock
I hear this as the days abide
At a time 
I was very good
at just locking the door
Even ignoring the mail
that was left on the floor
Knock  Knock
It would always continue
no matter at home
or at the venue
There was no escape
So my mind was piled up
As leaves being raked
I thought why
Not just see who’s there
At this time 
Life began to seem clear
And Drifting away was fear

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Body and Soul

I saw a man,....
with half a Soul, 
half dead,
half alive,
half wanting,
the other half consuming
the drugs of pain,
yet resistance, avoids him,..
the Soul,  the plug of life.
The epitome of existence,
was being destroyed by,..
annoyance of life.
Desecration of the D.N.A. system!
Abuse of the vessel
that proves his existence.
His body,
Without your body,
what does the Soul 
plug into?
where does the Soul go?
once the body has 
been desecrated,
and left Soul less, 
how does it communicate
without the body?
how can the body 
communicate ................
without the Soul?
It took time to desecrate
the Soul and make it half.
it will take time to
awake the Soul, to it's 
original state.
Your Soul in your hands,
your Body it's Temple.

© Glen Harris March 2011

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My Notebook

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

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

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

But, you’re like no other . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Being There

2, 000 people in this God forsaken crest of a town
Am I the only one to keep the balance
To count the half second before midnight
To bring philosophy to a women's monthly
And call it quits
You don't know
And you could never be there

Cause when you're there
You're down 
Betrayed by wet seals in vast grocery markets
Betrayed by the heavy weight of a manicure
And beaten down by the harsh scent 
Of the after sex
Too cruel to shake it's fuming  head in our direction
But too serene to keep you shaking
And why why would anyone want that

6 people in this God forsaken house
God doesn't even give it the right to call it a home
God sends it with two teeth and an ugly birthmark
God doesn't grant the wishes of a ten year old
On her two knees praying for her savior
And wringing her lungs of tears 'till morning
And you could never be there

Cause when you're there
You're shivering from the cold
And a swollen belly that's been empty for days
Empty of food water sleep and comfort
Empty of God's infinite grace and empathy
And why shouldn't you be for the things you've done
The naughty things a ten year old does
The sticky curious findings we shoved in our mouths
And why why would anyone want that

4 people on this God forsaken island I call my mind
Sylvia the silver tongued snake
Vintent the red breasted songbird
And the man whose name is not to be mentioned
Myself the whole idiotic lot of me that dances with thought
We're counting the days off 'till new year to give up our one last dream
And you could never be there

Cause when you're there 
You're different
And the silent squabble of thoughts isn't enough to get you off
And people pride themselves on a trait they can never achieve
And you're the whisper of this town this house this mind
Marooned by an entity of passion
Separated from the depth of nothing big but neutral
But given freedom in a red dress
And you could never be there

And God why would you want to 
And God from a ten year old a sixteen year old
Why why would anyone want that

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The Wonders of you

When what do my pondering thoughts become
Now that your visions and affections have tunneled my way
No longer precariously wandering through the confides of my mind
Because of you I enjoy your soft graceful ribbons of warmth
You feed my need for utter emotion slumbering within your ecstasy
Yes I am so grateful for the human bond you’ve reassured me with
How could I ever wish for more in the shades of your serene eloquent
I swell up with a scarlet blush for the attributes you posture victoriously 
You believe in me empowering me to abide in my mortal existence
Yes I know I’ve challenged your patience from time to time 
Only to find you’re forgiving arms waiting to grant me your pardon 
No need to plunge into a rampage of an un-purposeful storm
Now I glide speechlessly into the tail winds of your language
Tomorrow the sun shall rise high in the tender joy of your eyes 
Because of the wonders of you!


  Inspired by Matt Caliri’s “I love you because” contest 


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Through the veil

I see you as if reflected
in your dressing table mirrors
or the waters of the old garden pond

You hear me through the echos
or whistling little answers 
things you've not quite placed 
from through the veil
That separates the times of life and death

You see me through the window
In the nature of the robin
Know when I'm around 
through scents you breathe

I leave you little signs
like a solitary pure white feather
Place where you can find it
So you know my love I'm with you
Just a simple little pleasure shows I live

But my dear I wait here for you
As I bless you with my presence
I walk through troubled times right by your side
And I fight the good fight with you in my stride

I see those tears of sadness
When your head is on your pillow
Now that you know I am still with you
Perhaps now you can smile and shine with pride
For you know within your conscience I'm your guide

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Because I Could Not Stop For Death

Author Note: Entry for Jon Heck Contest "EDGE." When I think of "fear," I can think of
nothing more fearful than death and wondering what it is like.

Because I could not stop for death,
my brain,
the grand inquisitor,
ponders the moment.

About six minutes,
the time it takes
for the brain to die.

What happens in that short time?
Does the brain ramble;
try to decompose
if, it indeed died?
In death, is there fear;
is recognition instantaneous?
Can you see it in the eyes?

Is six minutes time to make
peace before judgment?
Or, serenity,
a time to relax and reminisce
before memory fades for all time.

Six minutes,
biblical prophecy,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
does partake.
Because I could not stop for death, 
in six minutes,
everything learned
erased for all time;
my body lies dead,
I say goodbye.

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A Sleepless Exchange

A Sleepless Exchange

A restless night wears the battle scars
of dreams shattered in daylight hours
An owl echoes the objection in the darkness
as the turning of a ceiling fan counts
the seconds of hours, spin by spin

A limb scrapes the shingles 
as the wind recalls the turbulence---
howling through the barren branches
forlorn of the leaves of chlorophyll
Tangled in the sheets of acceptance
where barter plays no role

A stone pillow beneath my head
while the albatross of broken heart
weighs heavily on the chest
A train rumbles in the distance, 
with dejected warning…blows its horn
nearing tomorrow, tickets in hand 
the receipt of acknowledgment
a sleepless exchange

All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013

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                                    As I scan though pictures
                                       of so long ago,
                                     I see you as I am today.

                                     Much younger, vibrant,
                                       taking on the mountains,
                                     jousting though life.

                                     But I know you,
                                       as a gentle soul,
                                          with weathered hands,
                                      and caring face.
                                      And as you are,
                                        I will become,
                                      For you see
                                          the road only goes one way.

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A day in a Life

I hear the wind blowing on this stormy day, 
it makes me feel, peaceful, at ease, hungry for a nap,
watching the moss sway on giant oak limbs, 
Ahhh Florida during a tropical storm...
it makes me feel so relaxed while others feel fear,
it's odd to me, their fears, their grasp on material things,
I am grateful it is foreign to me as I embrace my peace,
knowing peace, is Christ living inside me,
I have life, I have love, blessings to big to measure,
my call is greater than a paycheck or a new car,
it is reality, a simple testament, a human life;

Yet... all I can think of is the words you sent,
how they were words I longed to hear,
words of sweetness, happiness, words of a husband to a wife,
and how it made my heart beat, faster, 
words so small, yet so big to my cautious mind and eager heart,
it plummets me, to years of hope, to the years of our lives... 
to moments of sheer happiness and shattering pain,
I am happy, happy in the life I have, 
happy sharing in something greater than my own selfish needs,
it is visions of hope and holding hands,
something as simple as holding hands, can change a life,
the electricity sends impulses, increasing our breathing,
it's the birth of something bigger than we can explain;

Yet... all I can think of is God's magnificent hands,
not deserving the little arms that hug my neck,
or the big blue eyes that watch me so closely,
raised two sons to get a daughter, with long red loose curls,
more joy, more love, more hope,
little fingers touching my arm, grasping my hand,
just another season in a short life,
a season within time, one not better than another,
all life, this life, merely a flash, a simple test;

The storm is growing, the low growls and rumbles,
peeking out a window, for a tornado, a falling limb,
a rush of electricity again, quiet excitement stirring within,
always that edge, that lingering question, "am I alive?",
it is peaceful, calm, refreshing,
the excitement of the storm... 
wherever you are, whatever day it is, whichever hour,
in God's hands it is but an iota of time,
for Him it is a small sound an utterance of a word,

The wind is blowing again,
bending all, forcing it to bow to its power,
the rain pouring, seeping into every narrow opening, 
again, I am feeling peaceful, at ease, in need of a restful nap,
always ready, always waiting, in the comfort of His mighty hand

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An old time trolley
Dimly lit inside
Rocking along
On a long    straight    silver track
One passenger
Shining    wet    oily street
On a frosted window
Ghostly forms
Other dimensional
Half alive
Sickly yellow    smooth    (bamboo?) seats
This constant rocking
At night speed
This old time trolley
On a long    straight    silver track
This yellow boat
Going nowhere


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Sand Castles

                             Did you ever hear the lapping
                                     of the tide as it comes in?
                              Ever closer,
                                  never backing away.

                               As I strengthen my castle walls,
                                   against its ever constant progress,
                                 I know that I am doomed.

                                 As the first wave crashes
                                     through the walls,
                                  I know all is lost.

                                  The second, and then
                                        the third.
                                 Sometimes my life feels like 
                                      that castle,

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Curves in Space-Time

Life swirls around as I travel the days,
The past and the present moving together
In crescent curves and concentric circles
Like the rings in a tree defining time.

The past is beside me just out of reach
In spite of the longing to see and to touch,
Whirling away at a circular distance
The vanishing universe of life.

Experiences drift past me in time, like
Galaxies hung in the void or space junk.
The memories excuse or condemn,
Success or failure, choice or compulsion.

The past smiles across the tangle of time
Flaunting rosy visions,  inviting me
To rewrite history on a blank page,
Creation in virtual reality.

The past within me has left scars
Which prove life’s involvement,
The future unfolds and spreads at my feet,
A gentle curve towards infinity.

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i saw her walk into 
my favorite bar
she was so beautiful 
she stole my heart 
in the time it takes
to take a single breath
i knew i had to take a chance 
so i walked up and asked
pretty lady do you dance
this dance with me 
would you dance through 
this life with me

she turned to me 
and whispered
cowboy your wasting your time 
i’m not your type 
and baby your not mine
i don’t drink beer 
and i don’t like country songs
be better for you if you
just moved on
cowboy move on 
just walk away from me 

hey cowboy 
walk away as fast you can
i’m not your kind of girl
your not my type of man
i’m not trying to hurt you 
or cause you any pain
but loving me will see you
crying in the rain
i need the glitter 
you ride in the dust
i’m a big city girl
you drive a pick up truck

but as i turned to walk away
she whispered.......
hey cowboy


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The Tenth Gate

The city of nine Gates lays between two worlds.
In time wanders through pain and bliss,
Holding stones with hands cold, following signs stray from a Fate's gush.
The dark city walks the path of Silence,
Driven by a flaming star until the last Gate appears.
A vivid lightning, in a winter's scary night,
The edge of a cliff that few will dare to fall,
The tenth Gate reveals the Secret of a life divine.
Time and light swirl and dance in a purity,
Where prime Intuition and instincts entrap the Oblivion.
Free minds, visitants, touching the Doors' Perception knob
Wishing to feel the large and become the change they See.

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Time of Departure

It’s a masquerade
A chaotic, hopeless mass
Imprisoned by choice
Waiting on a plane
Some are there on business
Others vacations
Some to bury the dead
But everyone is important
And everyone is someone
First class, business class, no class
We are all self-important
And thus meaningful
We need this validation
Otherwise we are just people
Like everyone else
But all of us have the same destination
We are just taking different flights
In the end we all end up with nothing
But an estimated time of departure.

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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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Like a blanket spring has arrived , cozy and warm , with the suns first rays
Fresh in the knowing of twilights dying day, 
Couples stroll easily along the narrow deserted streets 
In the cool evenings of soft clear air ,they often meet
 Nodding and saying hello, living the small town fare 
Chirping back and forth, birds echo loudly through the soft spring air 
The last activity of their busy day and off they go to their sleepy lair 
Watching the crystal sunsets , the fair skies with its quick fade into orange and red 
 between light and dark kids make their appearance to  play in the street ,
 in the yard or behind the bushes postponing time for bed 
Their games of excitement and stealth ,like tag or hide and go seek
Their shouts and laughter heard once again in the warm air and fading lights

Twilight beckons in the soft spring air as it softens day into night 
That magical  moment that is so rare
 The end of the day, beginning  that certain  time 
 When harsh reality softens to misty light 
As day draws imperceptibly into night 
 Marked by quiet moments when peace and contentment feels right 

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Moonlit Morn

The sovereign of the midnight sky Surveys with sleepy eyes Dawn teasing the horizon And fades into tomorrow

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Shooting Arrow

A shooting arrow I see
as I walk closer to thee;
penetrating to me
as this divine thing is getting closer to the sea.

How could this be?
As I open the waves -
the sky is shooting at me
as if heaven was mad at me!!

How can I please?
the desire of the shooter -
that once was betrayed with a kiss.

I open His word,
and instantly it penetrates my heart
like a combat-sword;
like a shooting-star;
like a fatal-dart.

This is a...
Radical change of an Eagle.
Disappearing the darkness, the selfishness, the pride,
and the ego.

Every single time I
open the wave of life;
the ocean drowns me
giving me a new way of life -
at the same time it's opening my eyes
while I...
stare at the shooting arrows descending from the sky.
Landing and trespassing my feet, 
my hands, my ribs, and my mind -
crucifying my-self 
as the Jews did to Christ.

The Gospel is like a shooting arrow that penetrates all hearts.
(This poem was inspire by the passion that Sunshine (Nicole) has for the Gospel)

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Soy Sauce Spills

Soy sauce drains 
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . . 
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
 It slips out of my hands
No point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving, 
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page

I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
 Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....

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Thoughts in my head

My body is no longer beautiful I tortured it for way to long
I'm surprised it hasn't started a riot or went into a coma
Living life to the fullest is what everyone should think of doing
Don't waste your time with all the bull just cut it to the chase
Cause suicide is never the answer it doesn't make anything any easier
So instead of blowing your brains out or jumping off the Brooklyn bridge
Think of all the good times you had and all that are to come
I'm not just writing this poem for myself I'm writing it for all
The people they call depressed or insane
And any othe person who takes the time to read

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The Wine version of my drunken enemy

 I was falling, falling---- falling asleep I fell deep, so deep a deep mirage of sleep I gazed deep into the mirage into a tiny crystal ball where circling there were the remnants of a dream I saw my friend my best friend, I remember - - He said, I’ll be with you until the end of times. And there were times and there were times. When he lured me to the lion’s den And there were times and more times when he saved me from the lion’s den. I guess he is my friend and my enemy. He forgets me, besets me, upsets me. He sets me in perplexing places. He lets me make mistakes that father time never erases. I clean up his many messes. HE places blame when he points a finger at others for the scars in his life and on his face for the taste of blood in his mouth. He obfuscates and negates his mistakes. He inflates others with blame. For shame!!!! he is my friend, so why must I hide that he shames me again and again. He forgets me, besets me, upsets me. He sets me in perplexing places. He lets me make mistakes that father time never erases. I clean up his many messes. He chased me with a sword He tried to choke me with a cord. In my dream I cried I scream --- I scream Lord kill my enemy From heaven God began to shoot. Boom he shot him in the leg Boom	 he shot him in the arm Boom he shot him in the gut Boom he shot him in the head My enemy is dead and I appear at Heaven’s gate. I think as I wait – what is wrong? uh oh - - I was my enemy all along.

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Why We Will Never Say Hello or Good-bye

Why We Will Never Say Hello or Good-bye
By Ingrid Showalter Swift 
Rake your fine fingers across my tender lips...
waiting with the hunger that years have made.
...Do you still hear me? 
I am off in a land of daisies and flowers, of many colors.
I walk down sandy paths of pale soft skin... that I imagine 
are yours 
The water-butter beneath my finger tips 
is your skin as well 
and I look out across a far away horizon and know 
you live there
breathing on, in unison with arms open to the sky 
You beam as the sun... I weep as the waves.
I ache and bend and cry out in labor pain 
There is no separation... but the heart still seems to seep 
with it. 
I can see your eyes 
and in my eyes still dark and far away drift quietly on a raft bobbing in a safe cove
The night still shifts to the wetted calm of us from time to time 
and I know the trees and dogs can feel us moving 
beneath the surface, like mermaids
Our tails are webbed jewels of gold and myrrh
Our fingers are intermingled... our cells combined...
Our torsos are sleek and clean 
We separate... dip and dive like porpoises...
They know... I know they know... and hear our ever calls 
and weep 
and bow 
and weep 
and dive for us 
in the still of twilight’s dancing diamonds
Why not? I cry... but know all too well the answers 
Because there are flowers on our paths
and children playing in the skin of the sand 
and we are one in our purpose 
and one in the words and one as they fly over head - wing to wing...
As autumn climbs the hill to winter...
we will be in the flickering light of fire side 
and the warmth of the soups that brew 
and are handed one to the other 
and we will ever be in the sawdust 
and in the creation of anything new
and in time as it flows back and forth with the tide
Nothing can ever sever us from the ants 
and the shells 
and the mail that arrives in the mail box 
Do you know that we are only a car ride away from forever?
Do you know that we are nothing more than one phone call apart?
...just seven numbers apart! 
and it will remain the distance of forever because we know 
how fine the sand feels between our toes 
how smooth the wind blows over our wet torsos and white sails 
and how water splashes into tiny beads of light at the bow
and how the tree grows 
and how the stone feels from the inside 
We will remain alone and surrounded by love 
...because grass is green
God! How I love you! 
Tell me again that you know... tell me... call me... tell me 
...that it is real... that you can hear me 
that I am the same as the child beneath your palm
loved ever, unconditionally
and you are proud of who I am and who I am becoming

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Tick Tock

I walk fast
I walk and walk

I ran a mile
I ran and ran

In a hurry
In a while
I’m out of time.

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Growing up

I feel like I'm living in an isolated island with nothing around but fear and mystery
I feel like a child stuck in an adults body
I look around and i see memories that makes me smile
I close my eyes 
And i wonder why should i grow up is it a must
Why cant i live life as it was
Where my only worries was not getting my favorite chocolate ice cream
Where all I wanted was to hang my drawings in the refrigerator and playing restaurant with my imaginary friend
I remember those days
Where pica boo makes me laugh
Climbing mountains of pillows, and making towers of books was the goal of the day
I miss those days
Where I used to fall asleep to my favorite lullaby dream of rainbows  and chasing butterfly
Where I only cry over a lollipop that I cant have
I want to go back to those days
Where I used to think everything was mine, friends forever is true and there’s nothing such as death
Where my toughest times is saying goodbye to my teddy bear
Where being responsible means not drawing at the walls

What happened to the days?
Where tooth fairies and wishing under a shooting star was real
Where a mirror is a portal to another universe

What happened to the years?
Where my words don’t hurt
Where everyone was here to stay
Where love was innocent and true
Where fathers was the only super hero
Where mothers cuddle made all pain disappear

Just yesterday
I was waiting for my fifth birthday
I’m waiting for my 20th birthday

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Race Against Time

A race. 
Far flung and far fetched. 
Begin's now. 

A race for time. 
Against Time itself. 

The sands are flowing,
shifting like the Saharan dunes.
This is a race...a race against time.

The world, it's collapsing.
Disasters, natural and our fault.
Increasing, more often than not.

A race...the race against Time. 

Solutions to be found, 
far out and uncomprehensible.
The world itself is reversing. 
Turn around, see the light.

Time's luster is dulling,
fading with age. 
Fading away, rusting. 
Platinum facades, wiping away.

Implosion, destruction. 
Insanity taking over.
Mindless death,
the curse of our race.

This is a race. A race against Time.

This is The Race...

What time is it? 

Why, it's 3 till midnight. 

The Race Against Time.

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     In the womb, I did what I could, and that was to live. It was not my choice . I 
came not from my parents, whomever they might be and in whatever circumstances 
and actions they may have taken to have me conceived. 
     I came not from them, but through them. They performed the actions. 
A much higher power than they performed the miracle called life. 
And so it was in the beginning of the miracle of my life. 
     I lived in the womb of a woman who also came through her parents; not from 
them. We were three; the Miraculous Power, my mother and me her womb.
     When I was physically capable, I graduated from the womb. I was still 
dependent on my parents and the Higher Power to sustain my life. 
     As I grew in age, size and ability, I was taught and trained to stand 
on my own. 
In the course of time as naturally happens, 
I did so and continued to follow the natural course of humanity which 
remembers parents that they came through but not the Power from which they 
and he has come. 
     I stood on my own, made mistakes of every kind, melded with the world at large 
and fell. 
      I hurt others as well as myself. The more I stood on my own and listened to this world,
 the more I hurt myself and others in the name of standing on my 
own.  I donned a robe of false pride, cultivated from the soil of forgetting that I 
came not from but through my parents and never was really“on my own”.  The robe 
was constantly being mended and tattered again by the worn out and frayed 
thread of the “new enlightenment” world motto. “I deserve it. I’m worth it.” The great perpendicular pronoun,  “ I ”.  ..,the Trinitarian power, “ Me, Myself and I .”  
     Through the course of this seeming illusion called time that came .. for us, not 
from us; I learned and continue to learn how to “stand for something”… 
to “stand on my own”. 
I have learned one must stand in degrees. 
One must remember the Miraculous Power from whence he came.
I have learned that I must make this stand …on my knees.

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You'll Regret Doubting Me

You think what I do is a joke
Some kind of elaborate hoax
Never understanding what goes on
Barely looking further than skin deep

I bury my feelings
Hidden under the surface, bleeding
While I’m trapped inside my mind
You assume everything is just fine

I keep things private
No worries from everyone else
Secrets never uncovered
Tears never spilled

When things finally explode
You’ll dying be alone
I’ll be rising from the flames
This was never a game

Life isn’t a gamble 
I don’t want to waste it
Things you  said were bad, I find perfectly good
I never needed to be fixed

I may see dark as light and wrong as right
But I am more than you could ever be
Don’t take me down with you 
I’m making more changes as you drag that last ragged breath

Smiling as if I actually feared death
Life is better now that I’m free
People are happy and secure
And too late realize all long that I was never weak

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Wretched hourglass;
Treacherous quicksand funnel
Glowing grains of opposing purpose
Hover, flutter, and heap
Above our withering countenance
Billowing, shifting, drifts of grit
Envelop our immobile feet
Immutable token of wasted days;
Equalizer for all payments due
Blurring whirlwind of years ticking by, or
Hesitant eye of the storm; locked and still
Inevitability preserved in a bell jar
Refracting our lives in a kaleidoscope of hues
Spilling, spilling over sleek glass curves
Regardless of our feeble will

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The Old Oak Table

There, in the kitchen of this modest dwelling,
A cheerful room, in spite of its lack of grandness
Home to the little family
Who gathered together each evening
For string beans and mashed potatoes,
Eating with relish at the rectangle of oak
They recounted a day filled with stories
Of the playground mishap,
Of the clearance sale at the hardware store,
Significant things or things without matter

The scene reconstructed, each night of the week
With new accounts of a busy day
A ritual never lacking in importance.
This coming together at the end of the day,
While chomping away on an unidentifiable casserole,
Filling the belly, as well as the soul,
Consuming tidbits of noodles, and wisdom and the love of being together.

Until, one day it was time to retire
The humble piece of oak with the four wobbly legs
For something more presentable.  Something more impressive,
That would serve the expanse of a family
Which had grown in numbers throughout the years.

How could anyone have known the significance
Of that aging old table with its warp in the middle?
The sag she had tried to hide with a checkered cloth.
Those who sat there day after day, hardly aware of it's meaning.
This old oak piece, having withstood crayon marks, spilled milk,
Even small holes from the time when father, while repairing a picture frame,
Had accidently hammered nails all the way through and into it's top.

Who knew that a weathered old piece of wood would be witness
To such love and importance
And in itself, was more worthy than
Anything this family could have ever imagined?

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The Woman Outside

The Woman Outside ©

A woman lost and innocent,
loving the wrong man, loving him in spite 
of his terrible choices, bearing 
his children, knowing the gamble

The gamble is lost and they
take him away
to a place where fear, anger and 
violence reigns
and he has no choice but to do his time
and come out alive

She has lost far more than freedom, 
and occupies her own prison of 
fear, hopelessness, and resentment
Once a month and every holiday she takes
her beautiful hopeful children inside the walls 
to sit in the cold dreary room with the
other families; always waiting

She must play the part of the good wife and 
perfect mother while she slowly withers inside
her soul crying out because she has done 
nothing wrong but still will be
punished with the rest of them.

Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes

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Out the window I watch the world pass by.
These bifocal glasses, useless for my vision is a blur through my tears.
Where has the time gone, why have I forgotten not only seconds but years.
My fingers trace my picture, there I was a star upon a playbill dated Sep. 8, 2001.
But why the blood upon the corner, a fingerprint not matching mine.
I trace the page as if it held clues to my forgotten memory,
Like a broken pencil, my images are no longer sharp.

Out the window I stare at the darkness, when has the light stopped shining?
Three missed calls flash on the screen of my cell phone,
A fingerprint epiphany rains in my brain, the memories flood upon forgotten space.
I know where the child lays with a limp body and blood blistered skin.
I have seen the hands that hurt the child, he must pay for his crimes.
My fingers begin to stroke the keypad, every touch getting me closer to confession.

Out the window I watch the school bus fill with children.
The lifeless cell phone screen holds no clue as to what time it is,
Where have the hours gone? 
Like smoke in the wind, I cannot grasp what is before my eyes.
On the floor by my feet a paper catches my attention.
Now why didn't I throw that away with the rest of the junk mail,
into the trash the memories are thrown away.

For Contest: Chopped
Date: 10-18-2014

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On bended knee

On bended knee
I hope you know
Of how much I feel
my heart bestow

For now I offer
my hand my love
a golden band 
and pure white doves

Perhaps you'll arrive
in princess carriage
what ever you want 
the perfect marriage

Through happiness
and sickness too
I've one true love
and that is you

So if you'll say yes
and marry me
through all my days
I'll cherish thee

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Once I was a Prince - Part Three

                      Part Three

  ...swishing away with your sunshrivelled burgundy knotty arms with broad disdainful harvesting sweeps the cobras come out to water in the sweltering heat by the thatched fly-buzzed hole

your low under-the-breath warning tones a reminder of the will of your self-inflicted charge
you never ate until i gorged myself
              like the dutiful wife given with a dowry
watching me all the time through the shield of the wisp of cloud of cheroot smoke in your sentinel corner against the far wall your eyes glinting fearing that i might take exception and even before my plate was half-empty you had already darted across the kitchen floor to bring me more fried brinjals mashed greens fried and sliced plantain the steaming rice lying bare by its metal cover hanging on the lip of the open pot-mouth in a clear aluminium pot by my side

now they say you are gone for some plotted and took your life in haste
                    even before you had time to ensure an heir
others say you were alone dismayed abandoned by your own
           prey to enchanters coveting
the plot of land the house derelict forsaken by your absence
       they say some one else caretakes it for himself
others no a forbidden son of your husband’s has raked it for himself

alas would you have known how landless nationless stateless i’d be
this dot of ancestral land clinging-clanging in memory

did you know then you might never see me again
     nor probably ever hear of me
or if you had how might you have taken it all

did you believe the tales true and false they told
       or only what you wanted to hear
of your precious prince you once served in silence and

               who had gone to slave in other lands


eevaa peerankal muuvaa marunthu is a take on another well-known Tamil proverb: eevaa makkal muuvaa marunthu meaning “children who obey even before the order is given are a God-send”. Here, in lieu of children, the word “grandparents” is substituted

chembu: a small usually copper vessel shaped like a rounded vase with a tapering neck and open mouth, used for holding drinking water or milk

kuul: thick holdall gruel which may also be highly spiced

chemman: red soil

Vaithi: ayurvedic doctor, practising the traditional Indian homeopathic medicine

© T.Wignesan 1997 - Paris May 7, 1997 (from the Sequence/Collection: "Words for a Lost Sub-Continent")

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Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I

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Sound Sleep

I pray that
I beg that
The next time I close my eyes to sleep
Let me sleep forever
The next time dreams hold me captive
Let them not be dreams of you
Let them bring me tranquility
Let them lock me tight in the cell of peace
Let them chain me up with affection
Let them sweep me off my feat to a land yonder
To a land of just me and me
Where I'll be far and away from these haunting thoughts
Am on bended knees,
That the next time my eyes shut
All that feels and sounds real
Will be nothing but mere imaginations

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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!

~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

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These times are near their totality
It is not because of man’s impudence
It is not of man’s desire for change
It is just time, and time…
For the will of time’s maker
A time for newness
An epoch for a re-Earth
Time for reconciliation
An era of restoration of Eden
Time for oneness of purpose 
Time for a new world system 
And a new social order 
A Time according to His promise
And In this Time, 
Uprightness is to reside
Mourning dew’s teardrops will dry
Floras shattered spines will straighten
Our mental tempests will dissipate
The arid regions of our hearts will bloom
I hope to see you there...

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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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In my grave

A weak shout louder than a gun shot
Out of a mouth full of depressed misery and dead emotions
A walk to infinity
A search for the light in a place so bright, yet so dark
Between sun light and dawn
Where birds sing for roses

Away in distance
Where destiny lead my way

It's going to be okay
Last words my ears choose to hear
To relieve the pain in my heart
Darkness filled my eyes
Don't try to make it shine
I smell the end
I feel the tears of grief drowning me alive

I lay down in my coffin
Under the soil
In the freezing ground
Isolated from all around
No need to make a sound
Or wear the mask that hides what's beneath

Surrounded with woods
beneath the ground just as I was
Tossed as a stone
Like a leaf fallen from an autumn tree into a lake so deep
With my skinless skull and wrist bones where cuts of regret cant be seen

I lay In my cave
In my only home
With my only friend
My rival my enemy
I can't let go...

Thoughts rushing into my mind
Bursting in and out
Words I never thought I'd speak
Words my tongue never dares to say I know how it feels
Now after I'm gone

My lips are fading
My soul is drowning
My body is decaying 

I reach the limit
Where heart beats doesn't matter
Where I can't breathe the air
Where my only road is to hell
I'll bathe in fire from this day and forever

Never made you proud
Forgive me and make it better

Two roses laid on my grave
Endless time passes as the sun goes by
Nothing stirs 
Pure melody in silence
A selfish wind blows taking with it one 
and there goes one in vain dropping it to far away
I gaze through emptiness
Waiting for my eternal time to end
For my angel to appear
And save my weeping spirit from my sins
Which have become my reality...

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Longing For Summer

It's almost time for...
A time to be free
To go a little crazy
Push things to the edge
Longs drives around the town
Even longer nights around the bonfire
Hot guys and beautiful girls
A time for 
Long days
And even longer nights
It's a time to ditch
The sweaters for tank tops
To peel of the jeans
And slip into some shorts
Feel the breeze caress your face
And flirt with your hair
It's a time
To fall in love
Kiss in the rain
Make new friendships
Create amazing memories
It's a time where all worry melts away
The winter blues are gone
Happiness is everywhere
Life all around
New life,color,sounds
Summer is a time to get lost
Take a road trip to nowhere
Just drive around
Take a risk 
It's a time to love life and just 

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Last Breath Of Winter

Cold winter breathes
A blowing chill upon me
Stripping my spirit clean
Exposing to every eye

Icy December winds
Deep in my glacial slumber
Warmed by dreams of scented vibrancy
On echoes of a discarded summer

Jarring breath of winter
I do not fear you
For my warming blossoms
Are wakening within me

Last breath of winter
Releasing my frozen body
To the warm embracing succor
Of the first spring dawn

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Harvest Time

Now is the time of reaping and abundance. 
Now a time of preparation for winter's frozen scarcity. 
The sun hangs low in autumn skies, 
and foggy veils obscure the view. 

In Spring, when all was fresh and new, 
an all together different hue of innovation: 
summer's promise budding in anticipation. 
Green newness bursting with naivety. 

As time ticks by and lives march on just like the seasons; 
the spring of youth and childhood innocence 
give way to lusty languid summers of prosperity. 
A gathering of experience in autumn, 

which leads to winter's wizened wisdom. 
Make it not a season of discontentment, 
but a time of rich reflection on lives well spent. 
A time of joy not isolation, 

Make this is a time of plenitude for all for whom we care.   
Help us make this winter time a time of hope 
not helplessness; and a time when grace is all we share. 
For now is the time of reaping and abundance. 

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Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle

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I knew it was you approaching -for mcf

it comes again
to where I always am...
waiting, watching, so hungry my eye.

I was alone
waiting in the wind of a different city
wearing the absurd clothes of my youth
I opened all the windows and doors
because I knew it was you approaching

again you stir the air around me
feathered in like a sweet hot wind
singing, dancing
tumbling along

and yet
I am still
and you are always arriving
some how I always knew you were close

But you never
slow down to let me smell you,
hold you for a moment

like I remember

on the hill, in the sun
the circle of trees happening
something I can only glimpse
and some how I think you know

that the sun warmed our bodies
the trees circled around
and your eyes reflected the sky
on the hill
in the now and always
blazing summer day

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The Captain is on The Bridge

Spinning in endless misdirection and
holding steady on a collision course with
Reaching beyond the fallacies of a mundane existence
where there appears to be a
chaotic freedom
a time now to initiate a purpose
Heading full throttle into uncharted waters
But now
In total control the words echoing 
Loudly through the passageways that
The Captain is on the bridge.

            There comes a time in one's life when we need to be in charge of our own 
destiny, when we look back and put it all into perspective.

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Falling in the Trap of Self-Pity

Occasionally I have to catch myself 
From falling in the trap of self-pity
Wandering in this city -
This ain’t no joke I’m here.
Been so long can’t remember
Arriving that lonely long ago November
Or was it December of ninety-five?
Wish I could fly.  Every time I try
Boarding that jet airplane
Life in this God forsaken 
Paradise gets more insane.
And just who the hell’s to blame?
(Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s that looking past it all)?  Time 
To go now, 
Time to run
Past my shadow before I’m done.
Guess I’ll read more Robert Frost
And pray that airplane don’t get lost. 


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The year came,
With vows, expectations and demands

The months came,
With obligations, anticipations and exams

The weeks came,
With hopeful desires, emotional fire, and crashing waves

The days came,
With challenged emotions, floods from lifes ocean, which retreated into peace

The hours came,
With courageous boldness, guarded endeavors alongside many rocky points

The seconds came,
With prayer and petition, continuous submission,

I have accomplished more this year than just survive
I am truly alive,
I am fully alive!

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: 2012

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Samuel, Time Hates Us

Did you know time can slip by 
when we're not having fun?
Samuel, it hasn't been fun
These days that we've spent, 
it's felt like hours
And remember when you came 
to the door with flowers?
But time, Samuel-
it's never odd or even
Samuel, time hates us
We don't even have a moment 
that's just ours
Yet, chance made us friends
Sitting in Niagara, staring at the lights
Honestly, you and me, we could be free
And yet we're imprisoned
Steadily being caged in by time
We were from the beginning, 
we were from the start
Time hates us, dislikes us, 
loathes us, despises us
We're the eyes of it's storm
And yet I can tell in your eyes that you're happy
That even with a car running on empty
and not living a life we had envisioned,
We've made a world that stretches far

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In the Fashion of Fine Wine

I'm hanging my hat today.
I'm putting away my coat and gloves.
I'm closing my eyes,
I won't be awake anymore.
I don't want to be awake.

What is the point if I'm outside,
Looking in on what was once my life?
When all I had I lost,
Or all I thought I knew,
I just have a memory of a less cold time,
It's not even real, I warped the view.

Alas, you can't hear me now.
You are dancing in the shadows right where I can barely see you,
Right where you're just out of reach,
You are just enough to torture me.
This silhouette of mine will resign,
And you won't see me anymore.

I'm fading effortlessly like the night into daytime.
I'm evaporating in the fashion of fine wine.
You scratch the surface like you always do,
But this time you are too late.

I'm not weak, it's just rough.
You're no king if I'm the peasant.
You never saw me like I intended,
You won't even remember to thank me once this all has ended.

I'm the beat up antique in a modern-day collection,
I'm the sore, throbbing thumb that's not green in your garden.
I've never been perfect,
Never your Savior,
You never needed me,
I never walked on water.
Endings should be something you savor,
Please my dear, do, because I am doing you a favor.

I have read the verses countless times,
While you adorn yourself with extasy,
They were only thrifty devices to stay alive,
To keep you sane and breathing,
But I caught my foot on the rug going out the door and I couldn't save you,
You stepped right over me,
I become a mark on the floorboards and nothing else to you.

You're tattered but at the same time perfect,
And we both know that I'm worthless,
So let me step aside,
Let this course ride,
No one will dare cry,
It's justified.
Suicide is not a crime.

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A Fathers Love and his Mistakes

I am all alone in this great big world
My destiny is being unfurled
I am responsible for my plight
And what I may do tonight

There is no one else to put my shame
Only me, myself, and I to blame
What did I do wrong you may ask
Only I can unburden my task

She is gone so you maybe you can see
Her lost dreams are my reality
She passed on an October day
Leaving my boy behind with me to stay

It is a daunting thing this boy of mine
Looks like his mother time after time
I love my boy he is much like me
I just want him to be happy

I have been told time and time again
That I need to reel my boy in
I don’t see that he is doing any harm
He has gone through hell, that’s his yarn

His mom’s dreams were so easy to see
She wanted the best for him and me.
I have a big guilt because she is gone
And left me the ability to carry on

I only wish that I would have done the same
A love like hers was hard to explain
I left her for another a long time ago
Before I knew about the cancer so you know

When the news came that she was ill
I really wanted to take a bunch of pills
Pills to ease my guilty pain
Of leaving the woman I loved out in the rain.

To my son, if you ever read these words of prose
Please take the time to ensure that everybody knows
That I loved your mother very much indeed
And you were the product of love not a misdeed

I sit here with a tear running down my face
Trying to find another to replace
The girl I loved more than anything at all
Except you my son, you are the apple

The apple of my eye the fruit of my loom
My entire existence is for you to bloom
Your mother and I are proud of you
And are happy you are succeeding in all you do.

Son I hope you will forgive me for things I’ve done
I have one life to live and mistakes can’t be undone
I hope I will be forgiven in the afterlife
And be reunited with your mother and my wife.

I hope your pain eases as you grow older
Never forget, but get bolder
You are almost a man in this big world
Please learn from my mistakes before you unfurl

Your mother and I will be waiting for you
With our arms wide open to rescue
Rescue you from this world of pain
To come live in heaven with us again

Duane LaChance Sr.  -  2012

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me and grandma

grandma was not of this time
old fashioned, hard working
it brings tears to my eyes
a mean ole lady with a switch in her hand
and i was a bad little boy
bent on devilment
"confound yo tail!" grandma would scream
while i was running from the whippen
i never got away from
i did everything from stealing candy
to looking underdresses
you name it, i took all dares and challenges
and what ever it was or turned out to be
grandma had a whippen waiting for me
out of a thousand times
only one time she was wrong
i had lied so much
my truth did not matter

a little bit older we spent summers on their farm
doing chores like feeding chickens
and picking fruit and vegetables
it was hard work
but grand ma always cooked a big breakfast
and a big dinner
i never been skinny in my life
when ever we went to town
she would always get her special snack
a huge candy cane, some cheese and crackers
and there was nothing better than those three together. 
grandma was the one thing that never changed
allways the round little lady
she was already old
she did'nt give advice, she lived it
the last time she threaghtened me 
was with a broom stick and tears in her eyes
at fifteen, i still was'nt to big for a whippen
in these words you may think that i was abused
as a child. no, it was how i was brought up
everybody got whippens i just got the most
there are no failures in the children grandma raised
i'm still one of the baddest but i'm doing ok

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In Two

Cruel is the mere intent to say
You care, then walk away
From problems, sorrows, fights,
Personal issues, grief and frights. 

Nothing is easy in two.

When you look at your other,
Eagerly waiting what next to discover,
You take it all as being new and sweet,
Regardless of wrongs you unavoidably meet. 

Some things are easier in two.

If neglect and good-bye-s come your way,
Both wishing for a happier next-couple-day,
Then comes the illusion that time settles all in an hour,
But we make the changes, time has no power. 

Things are solved easier in two. 

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missing you

my heart is drowning and i can not swim, 
i do not know where to begin,
all the things the were said and done, 
wish i know just what went wrong,
i am comfused and also in pain, 
dont think my heart will mend again,
thinking of the smiles we had, 
i never thought that things were bad.
looking back on the day we met, 
i always wanted to be your pet,
now the time as came along 
and end of the day has been drawn,
wishing time has come and gone, 
all my life a will be alone,
with the sadness floating around, 
i really want to be in the ground
but as time passes by, 
i will always look into the sky. 
seeing the kids growing old, 
this in life i will hold
it keeps you going through thick and thin, 
and a new day will begin,
so dont let go for what you have, 
as the next day may be your last,
keep on smiling and tap your feet, 
as you never know who you will meet,
it may be a friend or a loved one to, 
and i pray this never hapens to you,,,
but if it does your not alone, 
there were many thats be on that thrown, 
so just remember your heart is trong, 
and life will sing as it goes on, 
so keep your chin up and do not cry
am sure in the end we will get by,,,

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Tales of a Mirror

Bright and glittering new,
my appearance projects nothing.
Cracks and blemishes are not
one with my inner shadow.
Many faces may peer in to
my shimmering glass expecting
to see their reflection then
yet their true self is not
projected only a plain shell
is created.
Many stories are thus recorded
and as time goes by cracks
appear displaying wear and tear.
But still faces peer in to my
shimmering glass expecting
to see their reflection but when
will they learn that beauty
is found within for many
faces do not reflect what
is truly themselves.
As time goes by I remain
a mirror but I, myself, 
am not free of the elements 
of life and age.

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Wandering Clouds

NOTE : I have missed my PS friends quite a lot,
while I was away from PS, due to various reasons,
but writing today something is giving me lot of pleasure. 

Wandering Clouds

Time never stops for any one, O’ beloved,
It comes and goes like the wandering clouds,
Never stopping for more than few moments. 

Without caring ever for the charms of anything,  
It goes away from our hands, as the sands slips away.

Even pleasure hardly stops for few moments, 
After reaching the prime of its youth and peak,
No one can hold the beautiful moments for ever,  
As it too comes and goes like the wandering clouds.

Leaving only the fragrance of its presence for ever,
On the horizons of our minds and heart, O’ beloved.

But pain always stays with us, more than the pleasure,
Being the true companion of every suffering human,
It stays to make us more bold and beautiful, and 
Capable to face the lofty pleasures.

Kanpur India 8th December 2011

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Uncle Joe's Prayers

Every day he prays
But Saturday is special to him. 
The week is done and the pressures
Of work are over--for a while.
It is time for the real work
Of his life to be performed.
Two hours in the morning
And two in the afternoon,
Though time is irrelevant
Uncle Joe can't tell time.
He just prays until needs are expressed
And his soul is filled.
And Oh! How his soul is filled!
Because, you see, he prays
With perfect confidence
(Some say the faith of a child)
That God listens and answers his prayers.

He prays for his family
Because he loves them enough
To care about their lives
Even when they do not.
When others are unkind and short-tempered
With his slowness
He prays for them to be blessed
With patience.
He prays for the church;
That there will be a great revival
And the people will turn back to God
And live in harmony. 

He promises everyone he he meets
"I will pray for you." and he does
Every day, with a double dose on Saturday.

So be aware that
When you meet Uncle Joe
Your life is going to change.
And when things start looking up
Remember that someone is praying for you.
And that someone, due to faith
And an uncluttered heart
Has a direct line to God.

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There Was A Time

There was time when I thought you would be there forever,
When I thought you would be there for me when I needed you,
Yet I was wrong for time separated us and I had to let you walk your path.

Yet I wished to follow but I knew it was not my time,
So I had to give up and not look back,
But look forward carrying your memory with me in my every step.

I realize that all that I know now is because of you,
That you were a guide placed by God for me,
To prepare me for my next step.

How I wish you were there in my graduation,
How I wish you would be there next to me on my big day,
How I wish you would be there to carry your grandson the same way you carried 
me when I was born.

Looking back at old pictures makes the tears come pouring down,
Seeing you looking up at me through the frame on the wall depresses me,
It reminds me of the time I wasted when I could have been there holding your hand.
Thinking of all this will remind me to hold up your name,
To see your judgment before my every step,
To understand your wisdom in all that you thought me.

Even though time has separated us physically,
You are there inside me burning brightly like a candle that’s light will never fade,
For I am the living part of you that will stand up to your morals,
For there was a time.

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Precious Time

Precious Time

God has given us time to spend wisely
Time becomes valuable when spent for others.
Give time to visit the sick and the dying,
And to those who are deserted in the prison cells.

Give time to cheer those who are afflicted,
And encourage the aged and weak in spirit.
Lend a helping hand to the poor and the needy;
They will realize God’s presence in you!

Make it a habit to share the Good News!
It may be through singing hymns of praise,
Proclaim the kindness of the Lord.
To everyone who thirst and hunger for it!

A moment of silence, lifting our burdens to the King
A precious time of contemplating His faithfulness,
In the presence of the Holy Spirit,
And thanking God for His mercy overflows!

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Halloween Night

It's that time of year again
Festivities, curling pumpkin vines
Oily green witch faces 
And cinnamon apples
Delighted screams ebbing
Into the distance, away from here

Here is a place that's no good 
Here the cobwebs are real
There are never many knocks on doors here 
At least, not from the outside in 
I sit alone in the hallway, no lights 
Awoken by the sounds of chains again
It wasn't branches scraping against
The attic window, no, not this time 

The children laugh and swirl
In vibrant colors, plastic masks 
Orange bags with shrieking black mouths 
Chocolate and gummy worms, 
They can't wait to get to the next house

But I can't see them, not anymore 
It calls to me again, the groan 
Like the hull of a great ship 
Swelling with water, sinking 
I am drawn back down the hallway 
Twisting, turning, All I hear 
Is my breathing, my breathing 
Almost there now, the music box is broken 
I have my hand on the cold knob, 
I turn it, greeted by its little protest 
The creaking stops, and I confront 
The birth of darkness before me
The closet door opens there, but I can only hear it 
Exposing the black pit which curdles blood  
And the mumbling, the murmured calling out, 
It keeps me there, riveted to place, each night
The silent screams of the back bedroom 
The living replaced by something else 
The lost soul's room; death for the dead 
Oh god, what happened? 
What happened here? 


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Murmur of memories

The wind blows in and out
It seems time is going somewhere,
The beauty of a smile is not designed to be selfish,
The beauty of a blowing wind
Is meant to be part of a sunset by the evening sea.
The murmur of my memories,
Makes my time float,
And dance with the autumn dying leaves.

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My Yesterday

These memories flooding my head
catching me off guard
running after my each tread
leaving me scarred
as I walk across this thread 
that's leading me away from the past
which is longing to get ahead.

I'm struggling within
these thoughts whirling in my mind
trying to get past, yet I'm falling behind.

I'm falling off this thread 
that keeps me going
sinking in this moment
from these thoughts over flowing
I'm not able to let go of this past
not able to chase time, moving so fast.

I'm living in my yesterday
as the world goes on
leaving me behind
with only this memory to lean upon.

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I think it's time

I think it’s time for my poetry to find a new home.
It never really liked the weather
here and it always got sand stuck in its shoes.
I think it’s time to leave this sultry surrounding
that has given my poetry chapped lips and 
left it with a desert growing in its mouth.
It’s time to take out these knives stuck in my
baby poetry’s guts – like the sharp edges of these
tall tall towers. 
It’s time to forget these orange faces with lonely
Lonely like a cat dying on the streets at 2 AM.
Like a butcher’s eyes.
Like the cute girl with the lisp.
Like the old pious man working at that alcohol store.
My poetry has spent too many hours building
blocks under the sun when they were 
bound to fall apart.
My poetry has seen way too many 
gigantic malls and 
has met more insignificant people than it should
in its natural life-span. 
My poetry ought to revolt now before it is too late.
It ought to rebel.
Like the small pieces of glass 
that were missed while cleaning.
Like the scar on a single 35 year old
woman’s face that 
refuses to be concealed with cosmetics.
Like the appearing and re-appearing
of a salesman’s true accent. 
My poetry was never content here anyway,
it always worked extra-hours at a minimum wage.
The closest my poetry ever got to friendship was 
watching the pure sight of it and 
smelling the stench of its odor.
In fact, my poetry should leave this 
suffocating chain of envious antagonists 
who pretended not to care that 
it was published.
I think it’s time for my poetry to 
pack its things and get the hell out of here.

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All Smiles

Living all smiles as if we're immortal
But we're just vampires swaggering under the light of the sun
Thinking about tomorrow and making plans
As if we're gonna be standing still getting everything done
Pause it right here and think for a second
Can't you see it? 
Towards ourselves we ARE guilty of treason
We just live our lives taking our time asleep
Unknowingly missing everything and into that we aint going too deep
And once we wake up and find out its too late... 
That is what i call the "ugly awakening"

Think about tomorrow but dont make it your present 
Because if you think time is in your hands
You just hope so but no it isn't
Now that I finally woke up
Had a moment with myself and thought it through
It was me the one who was falling down not you
Don't follow my track because I realised something thats no doubt out of my hands
And thats how easily time can be wasted 
Just like breeze plays with a handfull of sand
And now that im panting......
I'm all smiles and again on my ground I stand

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The Terror Of 16th N' Arrowhead

On this night....

Screaming and yelling is all I can hear
I want to get up, But fear reappears
I swiftly close my eyes But can't fall asleep
I hear a series of shots, From across the street
Once again, It's just like before
I rise to my feet , Then drop to the floor
Shaky legs,  And Watery eyes
Praying prayers,  I just want to survive
Bloodstained spots,Yellow tape surrounding
Broken fragments of glass,Who's underneath
The blanket of death
One cough, One whisper,One last little breath
Family and friends so violently wept
Rants of revenge, Are bellowing near
Frightened eyes, shed clouds of tears

Into the night I slip away
But not so quiet return at day
I blankly stare upon the walls
My breath escapes into a fog
A not so quiet day like this
I feel as if I don't exist
It's kind of late into the game, 
But life goes on, Its all the same
A drink or drug could never heal, 
What's happening is still so real, 
You can't imagine how this feels
A broken heart, A wounded soul
Swollen lips, Dead body cold
A second, A day , A breaths taken away
A minute, An hour, A loss of human power
Every month and every week
So many more lives are taken quickly

Is time running out, Are eyes going blind?
Are ears going deaf? Will there be anything left?
My heart's in remission to end it right here
My body's positioned to stand up to fear
Existence is determined, The struggle against defeat
The time is coming up so fast, Into the night I weep
From the moment we arrived,Terror increased
Now is the time for us to pack up and leave
A hard look at our life, Has made us sober
We have no choice but to start over

My family and I lived through nightmare after
nightmare in our old apartments for 3 years
and just 2 years ago, we moved. Thank God 
he made a way out for us to escape safely.

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You reap what you sow

Planting the garden with all love and kindness
I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation
Reflecting on life passed, 
already slipped through my fingers
Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand
When minutes were short 
and hours so fully crammed with business
I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence
and scatter aimlessly upon the land
Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail
For quality of moment did not matter, 
meant little to me
Little I did would flourish 
for it surely wasn't manned nor intended
No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing
Yet now my precious moments surely stand
I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no, 
gently taking back that 
that was too freely given
To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair
That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance
So I could get a grip, a hold on all
To really know how to stamp my brand
For time stands still for no-one

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Flowers on fields of delusion,
We lay upon them to justify a dream.
Freedom escapes from our smiles,
Flowers denying truth on fields of green.
We offer our apology and our love,
Red roses or lilies white.
A time to smell the Nature's gifts
In fragile petals of the Spring.
Colors may change a season,
Or thorns may betray our lust.
The untouchable wish remains
In a flower we've never held,
Like a secret kept unalterable and pure
Over a time vanishing.

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The Silk Demon

These people make me sick 
These false prophets
These religious money pits 
These well dressed demons of deception 
Nothing but
Con artists
Purveyors of pure sacrilege
Pretending to offer you salvation 
Offering you the comfort of the lord 
For a price 
Selling you a seat in heaven 
The more you pay the better your accommodations
Religious travel agents
Without their blessing 
You’re doomed to be left behind 
You wont get into heaven 
Without your donation 

I myself believe in religion 
Support all religions 
They may be different in their views and customs 
But the end goal is all the same 
Eternal peace 

But these people are different 
They to, 
Want peace… 
Your piece 
My piece 
And anyone else’s piece they can get 
Their goal is simple 

Fleece the flock 
Sell them promise 
Sell them an eternal ticket 
Guarantee them eternal bliss 
For a price 

Sell them anointed hankies
And blessed books 
Promise them wonderful lives
With their religious looks 

They are the one-armed bandits of the new age 
With a bible in one hand and a credit card machine in the other 

We take Visa, MasterCard, American Express and Discover  
But no checks please 
We need your “prayer” right now 
Not in 7-10 days 

These people make me sick 
There are so many of them 
Saying they represent God 

Flashing 800 numbers 
Requesting your “prayers” 
Which will only be “answered” 
As long as credit card is valid 

Are people that dumb?
I mean really that naïve?
Do they really believe? 
The cheap suits 
Silk ties 
And piss poor acting of sincerity and caring
Do they not see the obvious? 
Are they truly blind? 
Do they want to be spiritually slaughtered? 

Do they not remember the one very important rule?

You never have to pay to pray!

All God has ever asked of anyone is their faith 
Time, is your most valuable asset
It is what you have the least of in life 

And this is what you pay to God 
Your time devoted to him and your faith in him 

Wake up, before it’s to late 
You don’t have much time left 
Spend it wisely 
Spend it on God 

Eric (and sometimes not) 






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Backing up

Saw it leaving
as vividly near to me
as my own senses were.
Free of curiosity,
It had become
So unpossessive 
Of true poverty

Nothing is lost
To yourself,
which holds all of it for a moment
and lets it go, serenely
without judgment.

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As Soon as It Came as Soon as it Left

And you just stood there
Watching happiness being poured by us
You just didn’t let us
Didn’t let us be 
You had to envy the joy
And break the pleasure
Then why can I blame you?
You wanted joy yourself
And I pitied you
Wanted you to join us
But then the person than makes us we
Had to be become stupid 
And perform a disrespectful move
And so we split 
The bliss moving away, like a casting sunset
Melting into solitude
For well happiness and delight
Can not take place with only one person
And so we paused, waiting for something to happen 
Until my disrespectful partner had to make a dishonorable move
Going to you, seeking forgiveness
Giving up hastily, and coming back to me
Foretelling lies and discussing one’s previous actions
And I shut him out just as you did
Pretty move, you could’ve got me with your magic
But time and time again
Took that away
Tuning friend into enemy 
And almost being an enemy’s friend
That's what it does
And that’s what’s happening

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Night's Foster Child

Being night’s foster child
on the other side of midnight
I am flattered by the shadows
of my life surrounding me.

On night’s carousel of dreams
on the other side of midnight
all the horses stand in black,
and the stallion I may choose
to traverse night’s velvet land
on the other side of midnight
moves me gently like a cradle 
through my scenery of shade.  

From night’s carnival of loners
on the other side of midnight,
when I win the lottery, I can take
a spark of starlight facing dawn.

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Oh Lonely Days

Solace is in us,during this time of year.
Don't look at it as an ending.
Sleeping sparrows.
Cold dark mornings.
It is just a time of rest,reflection.
Thoughts felt but never spoken.
Just reflection....
Soft kisses
and warm blankets.
Gratefulness and hopeful future.
I don't ask where you go when I needed you most!
I stay like a sleeping sparrow.
Solace truly is in us, there is not far to go.
Find love within yourself
for surely it will find you.

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I regret many things in my life.
Not been able to spend more time with my wife the love of my life.
I regret not been able to stay close to my mom and my dad, they were 
All I had, my childhood memory, that yellow truck my dad got me.
How wonderful life is when you are young, when you try to reach up to the sky.
Everything seems so tall that was my challenge to grow old. 

I regret not been there when my dad died. He loved me the most out of us nine!
I took care of him, helped him when he was weak, he used to tell me I don’t want to die I can’t leave. You are still young; I said: “hey are you serious dad”? “I have three kids!...I'm 53"
But I know he was too soft. He hated the thought of dying, he loved been with us just to make sure we're ok.

I regret when my mom died. She still bring tears to my eyes, my heart still bleeds
At the memory of her smile. When I need a back scratch she had the roughest hands
House work and cooking that she didn’t mind at all. I loved her all my life and when she got very sick she became like a child. Talking about why she can’t see in color any more?

It’s difficult to explain to a sick person especially your mom, you breakdown before you even start to tell her.

I regret when my wife fell sick with the big C, I questioned every little thing, to me I was always right in doing the right thing. How and why kept popping up every time I wondered
This thing happened too fast, it took me by surprise.
I blamed myself for not listening, when she complained about her agonizing pain, I thought it was just the same.

I regret many things in my life.
I thought If I can get a second chance, I would change it all again!

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A Long Time Ago

I threw my legs over a rusty barbed wire fence 
into a warm summer day a long time ago
landing  smack dab in the middle
of my now ancient childhood

A lonely bob white sitting on the fence
whistling his heart out, I can only guess
his seranade was a lonely plea
here I am, please, come to me.

Standing knee deep in prarie grass
grasshoppers leaping from blade to blade
the smell of the hot earth
rising into my face, oh I miss that place

A corn snake slivers back under the fence
escaping into the corn field
over the hard clumps of ground
of the tired, plowed soil.

The smell of rain in the distant sky
is only passing by
a welcome sight to behold
but not meant for here, not today

A lonley cow bell tells me now
old bossie will soon be here
as she makes her daily trek
through the pasture into the pond

Indian paintbrushes, blue bonnets too
puffy white clouds in a sky so blue
all come together and bring back to me
a warm summer day, a long time ago.

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Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet

You know the one, it stands tall, regal
looking to some grand, to others ominous, dark
Pick a room , any room , big, small, shadowy, light
it won't really matter  it will all end in the same place;

I know what your thinking, right, same place, 
it can't be the same place, bitter, sweet 
The hotel will tell you they can, in no uncertain words,
or actions, yes I did say actions or words;

Whisper here, whisper there, moving, from there to here
touch on your arm, whisper so close you can feel it,
Taste it on your breath,  bitter, caressing your nightmare,
causing you to shiver, though very sweet in gesture;

So come on in, the hotel awaits, to show you a sweet time or
bitter time, it welcomes people from all walks of life,
The time your shown will be the hotels choice
bitter, sweet, it awaits silently, serenely.

All of this I have spoken about of course you won't know,
you will be expecting a grand stay, carefree , full of fun 
Oh, you won't be disappointed, in the beginning,
when it is daytime and there is laughter in the air....

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In It-s Own Sweet Time

In It's Own Sweet Time

No matter what you try to do, a baby won’t walk till he’s ready to.
Say Mama and Papa all you want, but until their ready they just won’t talk.
You can tell them to do whatever you want, but until they listen nothing’s heard.
You want to go east and they want to go west, you’re not guiding them along. 
You’re taking their hands because they might, on their own wander off. 
But still, remember all will happen… in it’s own sweet time…

The myth they say is: when young, they’ll do whatever you want…
But that isn’t so… even then, they know what they want.
They’re not being cute as they bide their time to take off…
They don’t simply, await their teenage years for rebelling and trouble… 
They’re ready and able… it’s you that’s on cloud mastermind.
But you’ll soon discover that, it will all happen… in it’s own sweet time.

You think you have control and they listen so well, but they don’t. 
That’s why you hold their hands…as you go out the door.
In the teenage years they’ve just obtained more room to show you their minds.
Like when you allowed them to start to drive, and you say not to speed.
How many tickets did they acquire? How long before you fixed the car?
You See? Just remember, they’ll start to listen in their own sweet time.

Everything’s not lost and everything’s OK… children have always been that same way.
And they drive us crazy all through our lives, but we never give up on our love…
Cherish the years and all that they hold, for children are something greater than gold
You’ll love them throughout the years even when they, like us have grown old…
But again, some day you’ll discover that… in your own sweet time.

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Whitewater time

Adrift in a current
I cannot control.
No time for excuses
but there's poetry here,
if only I can hold 
in this backeddy
and  jot it all down.

Already the end of October,
half the trees are bare
and most songbirds gone,
only crows and jays remain.
In the rivers, spent salmon
flounder, their future
deposited in a gravel bank.
Ice on the deck this morning,
I almost slipped going down
to play fetch with the dogs
and plant next year's garlic.
Soon there will be snow.
Each day grows shorter
each night longer,
and the darkness 
keeps me awake.
Used to be that others 
worried  about me, 
these days,
I worry about others.
And I look to the future
with a jumble of 
anticipation and dread
for the moment when
my hours and days
flow no more.

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Doland's pie consumption

Who are you to have ever claimed loved towards me, 
someone whom you’ve yet even seen..
but a fool you are, if when passing by, obsess and attest
that for me you would die.

But would you forgive me?
My credulity intact…
If I claim without reason to trail away from deceiving…

Stubbornly amused,
Seemingly lost a friend again,
caught up in the tangents.
so uncouth,
to ennoble ones self through an enmity loaned.
and intoned upon the able fact that without our pact
there would be no tract…
no able pinned feature to allure,
to distract?

How would you abstract in this world, 
filled with truth,
‘pon these features we’ve gleamed as it seems to arraign in us
a meaning,  a trust…
Our personal tribunal of mutuality…

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The Village of Goodbyes

I read a story about a village I never knew,
And I’ll never go and see.
Nothing’s new but despondent smiles
For the tourists,
And I can’t be the reasoning 
Behind something untrue.

Tragedy is a thing like beauty,
That neither can be hidden for long.

And through the march that goes with constant grace-
Never stopping,
Never looking back,
But to something altered. 
Having lost some coloured-piece

That once strung together part of a story,
But now they've heard her loss
In many a reconstructed song.

And the visitors sing along
To the tune-

That time's measured out portions
Both bitter and sweet.
And she is generous to some,

But to others untrue.

And often she shakes off her peasant-garb
And flies beyond the coast of her home.

Where she’s gone to cross the Atlantic,
Or to the Continent to learn French,
Leaving behind a village 
She'll never return to.

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June 18th

I wake up at 7:30 sharp, to
The static of my alarm clock
No discernable noise except for
My own voice whispering, "Today
is The Day."
I could crawl back into bed and pretend
Not to have heard; I could instead pretend
To fall back into my dreams. That way, 
I can at least ignore the truth for another hour 
Or more.
At some point, but not now, I will have to wake and 
Tell you that I don't love you anymore, and hang 
Up to the sound of you hating me. And what a shame,
Because you just
Couldn't wait to see me. At last, your Little Lottie will
Prove to be the traitor you never thought she'd be.
I hear the sound of morning, it sounds like daybreak mourning
For the
Promises I made that I can't bear to keep. I regret the day I ever 
Said I swore never to leave. I toss and turn until finally, there's no 
Doubt that I am awake. I tiptoe through my day as if on eggshells,
When you call. I close my bedroom door, throw my pillow on the floor
Take a seat, and learn firsthand the language of goodbye. I stumble
Through my speech, hear you begging me. You don't understand
How I could
Even go through with such a thing. At your house, it must be World War III
But for the first time all day, I feel myself breathe. The weight of you just rolls
Straight off of me, and for the first time in weeks, I can fall fast asleep. And though
Your world
Just falls apart, I become eerily whole, as if I never needed you, not once, not at all. 
No offense, but I'm just so relieved, because as of today, June 18th, I find 
That I'll survive completely fine
Like fire burning sturdy wood, I won't
Waste your time or mine

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My Handsome King

My Handsome King
Your royal palms gently wave
 at me each time I see you,
I have to blush 
each time they do.
Your sugar white beaches moan
 for my feet to greet 
them each time we meet.
My feet move to the beat 
of salsa when they
 remember you.
Your gentle breezes caress my 
hour glass hips each
 time I run to you.
They rock me like a baby
 when I sail over 
your bright 
blue waters.
Your bright moonbeams create 
a halo around my head 
as I shake my long golden
 hair to say hello to you. 
They dance around like a drunken
 gypsy with the sparkly stars
 up above as I take my
 midnight stroll with you.
Your regal art deco
 buildings of pastel
stand at attention, 
every time I dream 
of your streets of gold.

Your sun's rays of warm
 glory tickle my 
bare breasts gently 
as I rest my body on the
 safety of your 
heavenly sands.
I humbly bow my 
head to you with honor,
for your sweet 
whispers of hospitality
have overtaken me, 
my Majestic King
 of the South Beaches. 
Miami, you are my 
handsome, winter friend.

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Halfway There

                                 Standing here on a high cliff
                                 Gazing over the rough seas
                        A strange feeling finds it way into my heart
                                 I could sure need lots of TLC
                           My soul is upset like the stormy sea
                         Does the seagulls notice my devotion?
                    In the twilight of my life there should be no fight
                     I have let it all just slip away into a blurry haze
                      My God how could I ever have been so blind
                              Now that life has reached halfway
               There should be enough wisdom to fulfill the intense hunger for TLC
                                      I have stumbled and fell
                         Scarred by the years`inevitable trademark
                                       Now I am experienced
                                       Wisdom I have gained
                      I shall give the second chapter of my life a better closure

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From stars we've fallen,
Following a trip of destination secret.
Conspiracy of Universe 
In an endless course.
Some choices own mysterious terms.
Yet, thousands of golden signatures
Brought us in fields of a land
Earthen and wet.
We walk these paths of pebbles
With human steps,
Shapes formed for a purpose divine.
Out of this body,
This shield
We search our alter ego
Resembling to a half moon profile,
Trying to grasp the lost gold.
Our hands, carved and stoned
Holding years of gratitude and flaws,
Yet there are so empty!
Our feet, stuck to a road reaching to a dead end 
Never learned to fly.
The unreachable sky we stare,
Creating Myths about Gods who passed and died,
Deceiving rain and snow with a mind
Promising but always defective.
Are we the secrets of a divine reason
Not yet revealed? 
The aces in a game fixed?
Through oblivion we survive,
If only one remembered, in what world would we live?
And we balance between catastrophe and evolution
Stars with a trembling light in nights of temptation.
Out of this body, this earthen invention
There is a truth seeking it's glory
There is a story seeking it's chronicle
There is divinity seeking spirits of purity.
Esprit flying, forming blue, red, yellow, black and white 
From the start
In a world where the last judgement awaits.
A redemption for the soul's trip. 
The endless journey we find and condemn,
A distribution we pass with divine hands.

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‘      ‘’’      ‘          ‘’

quaint town, tangerine sky and spitting roosters,
a trail of mosaic remembrances translates
into lavender smudges of folks’ spiraled
tunes: women balancing baskets of corn
strewn on the hips, a siege of  fluted weeds
meshing  with teacups of air, canoes of woven
mantles waving at the ampoules of a sultry sea.

being there, just there among ruined cathedrals
and flared umbrellas i cannot touch:  i think
there is never an after… for cruising along
pavements leading to papaya huts, i spend the
numbered days wrapping my flesh with a
repertoire of flora, sitting upon the magic of rapture;
amiably watching a madrigal of  Santa Maria fiesta…
oh, the shapely rings of candles  so curled
and  scented:  the carriage of lifted chants rippling
on anointed  elements of earth, air, wind and fire.

the blessed jeweled statues, these i cannot caress,
not even the letters in the museum that civilized 
the untamed stars of centuries’ quest:  it can be cold
just watching without holding. i swallow the moon
beautiful with some kind of soulful whiteness;
my own river of reverie tipsy. misty.


*use of punctuations and small caps is intentional

Entry: Debbie Guzzi’s Come to your Senses
Poet: nette onclaud

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The Dread Clock

The clock ticks away
ever so slowly.
Weeping in impatient silence
thinking of the far future.
Tainting your heart with waiting dread.
The clock zooms by
its face mocking,
the fun times shinning.
Watching as it ticks away
Filling, once again, your heart with dread
Ticking as we wait
so slow, ever so slow.
Passing as we pray
"slow down for a time,
let me live these moments." we say
The clock continues to
to zoom on by,
filling our hearts for a final time
with quaking dread.
Mocking all that goes by
is the clock.
As time passes by.

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