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Of Ink

   Partial Paper
 -A poet in heat-

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

This part of you 
The tough skin you'll ever live in
Fountain pens of split identities
Who Are You?
Sinking  words like no other
Poisoned ink piercing every rhyme
Inferior poet, making the heart pure
Anger plus anger "GIVE ME MORE!"

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

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


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flowers for Chinaski

I quickly grew tired of poems about
the supposed gentleman who wanted
to turn his gal into a flower.

I thought about what it might be like 
to be turned into a 
flower --

maybe domesticated in a garden 
first, then plucked

or plucked straight from the wild.

Stuck into a vase
on display for people to watch you 
slowly wither.
People admiring you 
with punctuated looks of sentiment,
sniffing you while they watch you

By chance
someone might press you into a book
to preserve you for later admiration,

only able to touch you like a 
so your petals don't disintegrate into dust.

Nah, I would rather she be a 
have her petals embrace me.

She might try clawing out my eyes with rage 
and slam the kitchenette 
in just that way I can't stand,

before we cuddle together,
an ashtray between us
smoldering with the stacks of Pittsburgh or
Chicago or Buffalo City.

And even if the blue light flickering off the walls 
can't fill all the empty spaces 
in our hearts,
at least we chose to be there

and lived.

Lived beyond 
living for the sole purpose
of dying to look good in the casket,
only to be pressed into a mausoleum.

When the time comes,
I want my corpse to feed
the forces that don't give up
fighting against contrived,
manicured lawns --
that don't stop fighting to break through 
concrete city slabs
with the faces of dandelions and chickory,
blossoms exploding
into bright ruckus

while making love to the sky.

April 7th, 2014

“i am with the roots
of flowers
entwined, entombed
sending up my passionate blossoms
as a flight of rockets
and argument...."

-- Charles Bukowski,
"The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966"


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flowers for Chinaski -- part ii

part ii

There was a time
when I wanted to be one of them,

to somehow fit in
with the fancy rituals
of their high society.
But the da-Dumb, da-Dumb, da-Dumb
made me want to puke,
made me want to bounce my head 
off the table, hopefully causing the bone china
and forks
to add clatter to their snobbish 

Words like "gossamer" 
flitted around the room,
word so thin but veiled 

and distant,

even the candle light appeared
to shy away from those dry wings.

The snobs talked about how
I was too simple with words.
They did so with such a simple, 
the irony provided oxygen for flame
to devour.

And the critics proclaimed that
I wasn't able to love,
when really, I just wanted to get away
from them, 
smoke a cigarette in peace
while hitchhiking back to my chubby cherub,
feel her belly fall and rise against my skin.

I was finally able to love,
and she died.

The previous pain had been for show:
"Look at the drunk ham
feeling sorry for himself."

But when she died,
I distilled tears
into a different type of proof.
I was no longer willing to be
their carnival attraction
placated under the table,
listening to them upstage each other.

When I was able to stand again,
a cold, sharp thing was birthed in my mind,
I wanted to shoot them all between the eyes,
splatter their degrees and deeds 
with their blood and brains.

I found peace though -
stopped wanting to be one of them.

I found peace
away from their chatter
about what to carve on their headstones
or what type of fancy imported granite
their mausoleums should be constructed of.

I found peace in readying myself to be 
consumed by 
to be perspired into the open, fathomless sky --
the same deep blue as the bird 
who finally pecked his way
through the rusted cage of my heart,

freeing us both.

April 12th, 2014

“i am with the roots
of flowers
entwined, entombed
sending up my passionate blossoms
as a flight of rockets
and argument...."

-- Charles Bukowski,
"The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966"


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I Can't Breathe

In memory of----

Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my heartbeat.
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air, 
Overwhelmed by the scene -unbelievable footage
18 seconds too long, "I can't breathe."
My judgement is gone, stressing all night long
I use to fear dark colors, now I fear spinning bright lights
Red, White, and Blue,  I spew the NY Police crew
What's wrong with your blue eyes?
You see him, you want to mess with him
What a day to trade  --  a life for illegal cigarettes
Persecution and judgment day, a sweet life taken away
"I can't breathe", executed in broad daylight!

Bullies left and right
What happened to minding our business?
Moneymaking, refusing to be singled out 
A hurting voice tackled by racism 
Free to see, pouring his heavy heart,
Oinker's demand the ground, leaving out his testament
8 times too many, "I can't breathe!"
Where did his vitals go? 
Can someone please pound the pavement!

Stress, anger, madness, the voices of the innocent
"I can't breathe." the volume of Valium
"Officer, did you not hear the man?"
Are you deaf, have you forgotten how to save a life?
Is it just the NYPD or is it every other badge,
Insinuating crime's a one-color show.
We are all criminals, why the excessive heat?
Shot, tasered, beat down, pepper sprayed,  now on the ground
The choke hold of all choke holds, murdered and out numbered 
The echoes remain "I can't breathe!"

- The truth!
Eric Garner robbed of his own natural path and youth
One man down eyed suspiciously 
Perplexed minds suffocating him instantly
The mistrusted, the fear, the hate,  
So tangible, uniforms using deadly force
One asthmatic in a choke hold
Slamming his head on the flooring
Open wounds, worldwide tears

My heart goes to the family and friends left behind
A courageous last breath, for the first and last time
"I can't breathe," now deceased.
You left this world unwilling, waking up a strong community
Strolling in a  better world, where racism don't exist
"I can't breathe,"  Eric Garner Rest in peace!

By: PD

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The Wind

~~The Wind~~
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind

Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning  ocean view
Embracing every word 

Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there

I Share--I take
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
It yearns
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech. 
Of love, 
Of purity
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles 
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light 
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night

Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine

by; PD
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)

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Soul mates solace

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

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Poet—Your words,
Like garments of
Gold and silver thread,
Shimmering in sunlight
Or bathed by moonlit glow,
When shed—
Leave me breathless,
Caught up in their naked truth
And timeless flow—
And I become aware
Of nothing else.

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong

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He portrays some deep dark evil characters But I only have to hear his voice and I simply melt It's rich deep and dark like melted chocolate mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Ohhhhhh I find it sosooooooooooo sexy He’s so tall and has greying hair Drooooooooooooooooooool With those dark brown eyes Ohhhhhhhh I’m in heavennnnnnnnnnnn I think I need to lie down in a dark room! BYE 11th February 2015
just click on this link to hear his velvety voice...

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9 11

                             America the Free  ~             America the Brave ~
                           Freedom with price              Capitalism attacked
                            the many taken                   hearts broken still
                              one World                           try to rebuild
                            sadness and tears               fall hard with fears  
                            guilt by association             many accused still
                             souls evaporated                shattered dreams 
                            tears fall on innocence          left with anger 
                             The proud fearless             knew the inevitable
                              policeman fireman             many lives lost
                            grieving does not stop           12 years later    
                               New York city once          proud  & shameless 
                             refusing to let fears in          protecting ours 
                                left in shock still              question's unanswered                    
                               nothing learned                     nothing gained  
                                ready to attack                   many left behind
                              anger greets denial              anger meets rage 
                               unacceptable still                 refusing new love 
                            wanting days to rewind           let us go back in time 
                              acceptance  allowing           the victims leave in peace
                              the brave taken young           leaving us sadly old
                               haunting dreams                     lost spirits dwell
                               no answers to hate            never forgetting that day
                               Evil entered suddenly              unforgiving fate
                                entering our City                we stand with the fallen
                                 How to fix                            how do we Change 

            This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~


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Poet's Heart of Gold

Giving Thanks 

In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry, 
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments. 

This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets


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Twilight Hands

She hummed the dawning of the day
while spry hands bounced babies
Wielded a spatula with expeditious 
movements flipping pancakes onto a plate
Folded napkins at place settings

She was in full swing at noonday
as brisk hands folded lunchmeat and bread 
into sandwiches     Smoothed the creases 
from pages of homework     Kept the iron 
moving in a pendulum motion over 
the mounds of spanking clean laundry

She talked with her hands 
gesturing wildly with excitement 
Administered slaps to unruly kids with her hands
She took all gossip with a grain of salt 
Tossed a pinch over her shoulder 
with a cupped hand    just in case

With reverent hands and nimble fingers 
she daily turned the pages of the good book
unerringly finding the appropriate Bible verse 
Now a smattering of age spots dusts her smiling 
frail countenance aglow through paper-thin skin
And mother folds her twilight hands

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Lightly the rain falls upon the lamp lit streets, the shabbily dressed figure
Walks with an air of uncertainty down the cobbled stone streets, leaning,
On his rickety cane, the elderly gentleman huddles beneath his umbrella Of refuge.
Shadows of the tenement brownstones line the edge of this rough necked
Part of town, here is the sheltering halls of the forgotten do dwell, the poorer
Venue that slum lords build their fortune’s foundation’s upon.
The gentlemen approaches his own dwellings dormancy with hesitations
Beating heart throbbing within his small fragile bent frame, for he knows
Tonight shall be his last night on this ethereal plane of existence.
For one last moments belief reflection he remains completely still, just to
To feel the autumn breeze against his bare flesh, to hear the rain drops hitting
Against the window panes, and to bid his final farewell to humanity.
Taking out his keys with his wrinkled twisted hands, he unlocks the doors
To his apartment, turning around to look outwards the gentlemen sighs, it has
Been a hard life, but I’m resolved to meet the next adventure, then he shuts
And locks the tenement’s door.
Weary from his days traveling the elderly gentlemen, climbs his steps upwards,
Towards his little room in the back area of his apartments, then he sits at his office
Desk for the last and final time, now to complete my journeys final entry, he thought
To himself this writer of the super natural’s acclaim.
Dipping his quilted golden pen into his ink well, the master writes one last line,
The end, or is this just the beginning?
Clumping over, clasping upon his desk the elder gentlemen’s heart lies stilled
As if at perfection’s final rest, his golden pen now runs crimson, bleeding downwards
Across the aged parchment paper, dripping onto the old wooden floor boards below.
The office door blows open a tall figure thus so enters, dressed in a raggedy robe of black,
Thread borne and full of tares and wholes, the creature approaches the dead gentleman,
As if in a screeching howl, the Grim Reapers touches him, ripping his spectral spirit
Free from the fleshes boney shell.
I’ve come for you old man, resist me not for your sins are heavy, and I’ve no time for
The ranting or ravening’s last pleas for salvations from one such as yourself, I have no
Last wishes qualms my friend, take me at your leisure, for I’ve grown weary of this life,
And it’s lonely emptiness.
Then the room grows cold, the ethereal disturbance ends as quickly as it had begun,
Leaving only the shell sitting at the old wooden desk, what happens when the writers
Golden pen runs crimson, bleeding downwards across the aged parchment paper,
Dripping onto the old wooden floor boards below?
The world of humanity thus so weeps for him, for he is the grand master of darkness’s
Written word, the skilled craftsman’s whom reveals what lies beyond the darker realms
Ebony gates, by his darker words of wonderment.
Farewell Mr. Edgar Allen Poe, we shall miss you always, you whom welcomed death
So easily, but the world of men is left empty without thee, as thy golden pen thus so
Now runs crimson and lies stilled forever.


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A Tribute to Jayson, My Brave Warrior

A Tribute to Jayson, My Brave Warrior
My dear son, Jayson When you called late last night to let me know You were deploying to go overseas tomorrow In spite of my great resolve I broke down and sobbed.
The little boy I lovingly nurtured So witty and good-natured So kind, compassionate, and loving You’ll always be my sweet boy Even though the world now sees you as a grown man.
Recalling special times when I showered your baby face with kisses Or tickled your armpits Howling with laughter, you would beg me “Do it again, Mommy, I love it!”
I remember all those moments we had At times rocky, sometimes sad But most of all memorable and enjoyable. I remember your growing pains All your questions, anxieties, and mixed-up emotions Yes, we made it through hurdles you and I Making me laugh, making me cry But taking that journey together was quite priceless!
You’re now a strong, valiant, young man Willingly putting your life on the line Many have thanked you for your service And, my brave warrior, I am so proud of you When I hear your humble, heartfelt reply, “Glad to do it!”
You’re just simply the best! While you took a minute to leave the nest I’m grateful for the extra time we were given But I know It’s time to let you go – Go take your rightful place in the world.
You’ve grown wings like a fierce eagle It’s your time to fly high! Now soar! But remember that you are always a part of me And even though we may no longer hold hands We are still holding hearts.
These tear-splattered pages Reflect my anguished heart Knowing you’re prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for your country I pray that you will return to me safe and sound I love you, my hero - my precious son. Godspeed! ¡Vaya con Dios!

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It's Okay

It’s okay to leave the dishes in the sink,
to wash your hands with sanitizer instead of soap.
Your mother will joke
about how it doesn’t get your hands clean enough
but when was the last time you listened to her anyway.
It’s okay to cry today,
to use your sleeve instead of tissues.
It’s okay to take that thing that hurt you
and throw it out of the moving car,
just don’t go back to pick it up,
it’s not lost luggage,
it’s buried tumors.
It’s okay to hate God today,
to change his name to yours,
to grab the headstone with your mitten covered hands
and try to knock it over.
Throw the snow at it,
the roses have died.
It has been too long since the passing,
but I give you permission to hate God today.
It’s okay to break into the liquor cabinet
and medicate peacefully,
to drink too much sometimes
and not know where you’ve been
because you’ll eventually find yourself.
It’s okay to walk alone sometimes,
sort your thoughts,
to clear the air with air,
and dry the wounds with salt.
It’s okay to climb into bed early
and stare at the ceiling,
to just tell yourself that it’s okay.

Bold lines are taken from the poem Letter From My Heart to My Brain by Rachel McKibbens

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O Leader!, O Saviour! , O Braveheart!
Words went so sparse, in your praise
To Thank You, paint you an emblazon.
Galvanised is the nations skeleton now
We dare to fight, we dare to grapple.
There is no hawk on prowl, no one a maim 
You kindled the fire,  darkness burned
We enjoy the blue sky with dazzling sun

You were the Candle, you were the light
You were the ark, you swept the dark.
Courage is synonymous with your name 
Voice to, dumb by the oppression
An ear to the deaf, whose ears fear.
Shadowy  wings to the brood you gave
To outbrave the deserts of despondence
We learnt to crawl seeing you ahead.

Now I don’t dare to say, you left
You left us Dear Leader, they say
I feel all papers lie, all news is fake
I see, masses weep, wailing so deep
My hands shivered holding my pen
Crying for the lone cry in the wilderness
I, let not my tears roll out of eyeballs
Better seep in heart, nourish your love.

Your never died, and you never will
You live in the living of one and all.

© 30/09/2014
Malik Yaseen

 In loving memory of my beloved Leader and religious scholar Molvi Iftikhar Hussain Ansari (Kashmir, India), who left this abode today for a divine and eternal journey.

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Tribute to My Dearest Daughter

Tribute to My Dearest Daughter
My darling daughter, Precious child of my youth, Dearest to my heart - From that wonderful moment When I first felt that fluttering of life, Rhythmically beating beneath my expectant bosom, I knew that I would unconditionally love you forever.
With deep motherly pride I helped you develop into womanhood Watching you become a strong, well-rounded woman. A loving mother yourself, you are not only a blessing To your own children and your family, But you are also a blessing to others - Those who hurt in life and need care and compassion.
With its ups and downs, life has transformed you, Challenged, nurtured, matured, and molded you. You are kind, thoughtful, generous, patient, and understanding, Unselfishly expecting nothing in return. You are a wonderful human being - You are a true angel. God bless you, my dearest daughter, my love!
Date: 7/26/2014 Entered in contest “Relationships” sponsored by Regina Riddle

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His messages are always elaborative. We converse as if we know each other well. He is a famous poet on the Soup. He writes his verses with depth. Bravo, Richard Lamoureux you are one of the best! I like when you spread your wings to write a poetic text. His philosophy intrigues. His words are high literacy. Rick I will call him via commenting but he is such a Ricky through inner strength. Bravo, Richard Lamoureux for being the one I tribute! I love when your libretti smiles uplifting my spirit and making me feel worthwhile. He can be quite cynical. My respond is to explain some more. Richard is what I call him then. I know he is talking to me as a friend. Bravo, Richard Lamoureux! This is a tribute to you. I will close now. I hope you frame this and hang it high. Let the world know you shine. Your motivational and inspiratory poetic voice is precious. Bravo, Richard Lamoureux this tribute is to you! Continue to instigate; this encourages another to write. _____________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 17, 2014!

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Two lovely brothers are no longer with us They are playing their guitars in heaven No longer can they travel and see the world But their memory can live on forever Jactor Project it is totally unique Set up by their parents as a lasting tribute Just place a ‘Warhammer’ figure where no other would seek Anywhere in the world you think the boys may have enjoyed Jacques and Torin loved to play music So a musical location would be great Or the highest place you can think of As Torin enjoyed the heights The idea of Jacctor is to hide these figures Where no one will ever find them Take a photo of the secret location But let Jactor Project know where they are Then they can be placed on a map of the world We can then see Jactor on a world tour The boys are no longer with us But memories of them can live on forever Please visit the Jactor Project Facebook Page Get a figure and take it with you on holiday It need not be an exotic location But with your help Their memory can live on forever Get a figure from Sarah and Ray today Send Jactor on a round the world holiday 2nd March 2015

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

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R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.

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Becoming Mother Nature

What if Mother Nature
and I applied for her position?
How would I dare
to assume,
 her un-ending cycles;
 her secret duties?
Could I invoke such power,
 or must I simply become her?
Spin myself
 into a cocoon of natural faith.
Let the atoms of the cosmos
 transform my light into spirit.
Would I then emerge,
 complete with every force of mystery?
Awaken each day with pink mist,
 and burn each evening sky
 with crimson?
Command each leaf, each breath
and every symphony 
of living?
Would I wear her gowns
 of argent, lavender and aqua;
step lightly on mossy stones,
 and dance upon silver meadows?
Grace the heavens
in cloud-white glinting wings
and in
 the depths of darkest night
 bear stars, filled
with the promise
 of every beginning?
Suzanne Delaney

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Eleventh, March

A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
   Another hand empathizes--
          touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
    enfolding memories into paper, ostensibly vigilant 
         Unborn dreams awaiting fruition.

empty streets, impacted pieces: occupied lives, unwavering spirits

Arighting the entropy--
 "Not Impossible!" Heaves Obstacled Nation -- Untiring, Persevering! 

A lone emboldened seed is planted, objectifying hope,
  ushering life amidst rubble, 
engaging tenacity inherently within overburdened, yet undauntable voices
 Ardently surging, emerging from insidious waves of chaos, 
     ultimately touching azure

Time effortlessly moves, insensitive to ordeals
  nonetheless, undoubtedly healing...

As wings echo distantly, irradiated winds oscillate
                     blush unfurling light...

Arise, Sun! Embrace the illuminated blossom. Orbit Love's universe.


11th March 2011

**It has been two years since Japan encountered 
such a devastating triple tragedy
of the earthquake in Tohoku, tsunami and 
the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster...

They are still slowly picking up the pieces, 
so much needs to be done, 
so many are still displaced, uncertain of their futures, of their lives...
hopefully they are not forgotten.

It may take long, long years, 
but I honestly believe Japan can rise over this, I honestly hope so.

****Thank you David for this enjoyable challenge.
 It has pushed me to approach this topic in a way that 
I would have never thought of on my own....

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Bukowski Contest

I watched the blood flow
poetry dripping
coagulating in pools of misery
How could a genius be so careless?
Shaving away our humanity
filtering it through an inebriated brain
Poems in the thousands
orchestrated in the ordinary
yet not quite right
Genius exacts a toll

Somewhere beyond mirrored ideology
flashes the broken image of man
the smell of whiskey
loose women
one night lays
Lonely is as lonely does

Sticks poked into blind eyes
bones cracking like porcelain vases
adorning the altar of an enigmatic fool
Are we trapped?
Are we idiots?
Do we drink from the well of insignificance?

He sits alone in an empty room
Yes Thinking
Until he thinks us out of existance
Yet somehow
We are still here

Not so Genius

Brilliant none the less. His story is sad but his poetry is riviting.
I enjoyed this contest, facinating person of whom I was not familiar.

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An earthen gray memorial stands alone against
A rugged desert landscape, built by the mortal
Hands of the faithful.
No bells do ring, in the churches steeple, but in the
Heart of Texas it's sounding message can never
Be silenced, remember the Alamo.
For the fighting men of valor's honors sacrificed,
All for liberation's call to freedom.
Listen to their whispering voices, traveling
 Across the tangle weed dunes, and harken unto 
Them, never to surrender even after death, do
They fight for country, hearth, and home.
These pioneer men whom built this nation's
Backbone, carved it out, with steeled bowie knife
Sharpened edge, and musket balls powder's flash.
Gathered here, for one last hurrah’s gallant stand off,
To the victor's gaining everlasting immortality.
 Gallantry’s brave, shed their dearest blood, sacrificing
Giving everything they had,  including life itself.
Cannon thunder bolts roar, as lightening rods raw force
Striking against mortars harden walls, yet the
Spirits of bravery strong, did not yield, or raise 
The white shield of surrender. 
Keep thy black powder dry, lift your rifles high,
But don't fire men, until you see the whites of
Your enemies eyes.
Under the hailing of gunfire’s smoke, did hells
Storm rage, both sides dying for their country's
Beliefs right or wrong.
Death's battlefield littered with fragments deceased,
A graveyard left unattended, wars unfortunate 
Fallen, became salvation’s tribute to behold, in the distance
A tattered flag, still waves in the winds of freedom.
Bricks of defense, shattered as if made of glass, 
Debris spewing outwards, towards martyred legacy's
Champions, killing many before they hit the ground, 
Receiving remains of the valiant dead.
Oh in the heaven's trumpets did herald, these
Courageous souls, welcoming honored soldiers, home wards
Unto God's boundless country, for these explorers
To discover the horizon's endless divides beyond.
Prisoners living, taken by horse and rider were forced
To bow, beneath a foreign banners alien flag.
Yet even than their American hearts didn't waiver,
Until the swords steel severed life, from the fleshes beating
Drumming from within.
But the last warrior yelled a rebels battle cry,
And as he fell with his last dying breath,
Yelled out,
Remember the Alamo!!


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From the wild western plains, I call unto thee my sister of the poetic heart,
Where have thee gone, swallowed whole by a desert storm, or lost amongst
The tumble weed of discontent.
Let the blazing heart of Texas yield thy freedom’s liberation, come home to
The pages of this sacred internet outpost, we miss your shining star, called
Friendship that you gave unto us, Linda, the poet destroyer.
From the depth of the very waters of the Ohio Basin I do call,
Let my voice be heard unto one and all, against the breath of the
Winds of dust, hear me my sister poet, let the soundings crash ripple
Like a wave upon the ocean of sand, echoing across the aroid landscape
Of Houston, we miss you come home!!
Oh upon hell’s storm the night winds do shudder and shake, with
Leaving inspirations heart to ache, what festering wounds have thy
Left behind thee, without our muse we are just the blind wondering
In the darkness of our own thoughts, unable to write with strengths endurance,
Any longer.
Behold a phantom shade am I, a thin wisp of breeze melting beneath the
Desert sun, seeking a mirages illusion known as my sister poet, Called
Linda, the poet destroyer.
A vintage portrait of my former self, without your words of wondrous
Expression my colors run together, and bleed asunder from my canvas once
So miraculous.
But here in my winter of ice cold, in this chamber of the frozen soul,
I call unto you, with one last icy blast of breath come home, unto us,
Don’t let us freeze in this dungeon warm us instead with your words
Of kinship, and friendship.
Let my words echo unto Houston, Texas, let our Linda answer our hailing,
So inspirations sisterhood can breathe once more a sigh of relief at last.

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Jamaica IsLands

Sun blazed;
Crystal clear
Skies, sparkle
Diamonds of
True beauty bliss...

Jamaica Islands
Exports with "JAH LOVE",

SO Break-Out the tanning-oil
and beach towel kick-off 
your shoes, let your
Hair down N' hang- loose...
For awhile.

Take A swim to refresh 
Your mind and feel relaxed
Sand tickling your toes.

Peacefully and Enjoy Life:

Written By:


A Tribute to a great poet n' writer:
                                        SOUP " FAM" TO THE END....

Entered in contest Letting your hair down
Sponsored by: Yasmin Khan

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In Honour and Appreciation

~~~ Poet Destroyer, a marvelous, amazing awesome, fascinating woman, with many interests that she shares with us each day in blogs and poems, she enlightens us with information and photos that makes us ponder, makes us pause, think, question, speculate, deliberate, puzzle over! How did she get so darn smart and clever is what I wonder most of all, oh, how she loves to sponsor a contest and just let our minds soar and flow, and to win in her contest is just a great spirit boost and so inspiring, as for, her writing, well she can write anything and make it just amazing! Poet Destroyer, a wonderful, phenomenal, astonishing extraordinary person! " I dig deep into my soul each day because of her" ~~~ May 24, 2013 Free Verse Submitted to the contest, PD Poems

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Flowers die,Pictures fade

I wrote this in memory of my uncle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                   MAY 28th 2012

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Howling Wolf

The feeling of your touch 
I know it in the brush of the wind
The heat of the sun
Sweeping down on my skin
A reasurrace of a hand on my shoulder
A tear wiped away
As it fell from the sky
I know much about you
Like your cowboys and indians
And the nights we would dance
a pow wow in the night lights
stars abrasive against our hearts
rubbing off the smudge and dirt 
To say im proud would be an understatement
Our heritage may lie beneath the pavement 
But in our hearts and in our words
The feathers still fly
Howling wolf, and I

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Bingeing on Bukowski

I found myself being enfolded by
poem after poem, 
as well as by your Confession,

drawn to your tickling~, 

      cut ting,
         and touching words

They poked into my brain and being,
opening up thoughts and realities
that seemingly lay hidden,
yet glaringly there.

For me,
there was this bluntness 
in what you wrote, in how you wrote it
but with such palpable acuity,
a sensitivity to the world around you
that you made so alive in your poetry

I am but an afterthought, a placenta
to your fertile mind
that listened to the Bluebird sing during those nights...

I am glad though,
that even if I am late,
that I still get to be perhaps,
your 2 million and forty thousandth reader

I love how you say, “Don’t try” when it comes to writing,
the words will come-- they always do, don’t they?

And no, I don’t think I will forget—
Indeed, something or somebody 
will always be waiting for us
to write, to read, to listen
to 6-year old geniuses
that we might meet on a train,
or of those geniuses who write about them.


---I didn't mark them, but hope that it's ok that 
I used some of the words/phrases that 
he used in some of his poems?

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Tribute to Linda








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My son Eli

You came to me before I was ready
I cried when I heard of your existence
Over night my youth was gone
Worried sick that I wouldn’t be good enough for you
Clueless on what expect for the future
Carrying you under my heart for 9 months long
I knew that I love you
I just never knew how much
Then I saw your face
Those beautiful brown eyes staring straight into mine
My heart melted 
And I asked myself how can a person love someone so much that they just met
But I did
I love you more than life it’s self
In that instant I knew my purpose on this earth was to protect you from all evil
I would give my last breath to you
I would kill for you
I would steal for you
The little keeper of my heart
My ray of sunshine during a thunder storm
So much joy have you given to me
My life is meaningless without you
I taught you how to walk and how to talk 
You taught me that life’s most precious gift is the love of a child
Your smile gets me through tough times
Your laugh is a symphony of music to my ears
I dedicate my entire life to you
I make I lot of promises that I can not keep but the absolute promise to love you till Lord stops my beating heart is one that is forever 
I was young and clueless
Wondering around the word deaf and dumb
Until the almighty sent you to me
I am now wiser and understanding
Selfless, patient and gentle
You, my wonderful son, are the reason for this
You changed me
You saved me
I am forever grateful for you 
My little pitcher
My soldier
My kung fu ninja
My super hero
The joy of my salvation
Life makes so much more sense when I’m looking at you
Where I go, you will go
I will starve so that you can eat
Go without so that you can have
Sleepless nights and empty bank accounts is all worth seeing you happy
Many will disappoint you, leave you, hurt you, and scar you
But remember momma will forever be right here for you
You are the number one most important thing in my life
You will never come second to nothing or no one
No matter how big you grow you will forever remain my little baby boy
My heart and my soul
My beginning and my ending 
My tiny angel without wings 
My meaning, my reasoning, my inspiration and my motivation
My one and my only Elijah William Tippett

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Ultimate Sacrafice

I have found a pureness within him that my soul thrives for.
I am driven by the desire to please him without boundaries.
His image holds the power to freeze my movement, the vibration of his voice holds the power to tremble me. 
His heart holds the power to break me, his soul holds the power to expire me.
I believe in him for his intention and desire.
I believe in him for who he is and his worth.
I believe in his now and his future.
I believe in him for his knowledge and his potential.
I believe in his skill as a provider and his force to become.
I feel he is somebody I had once lost.
I feel between us a bond stronger than mankind can create.
A fate unknown, undecided, I give myself to him to have, to do with it what he will, to make it his own.

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My Sincere Wish for All soupers

I wish for you a bright day,
with no darkness on your way.
I wish for you a sunny day,
with no clouded sky overhead.
May you have enough sunshine ,
to last you your life-time.
When the rainy days come,
may you not be drenched by the torrent.
When the stormy days raise their heads,
may you ride to safety on their waves.
In all, I wish you the best that life can offer.

This is for all soupers who have made writing poetry an interesting hobby for me

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The Center's Footsteps

Thoust message rings,
But it is a wretched beauty.
Sew up thine tongue;
It forks in many directions,
Ensnaring, passing through the centers,
Weaving a thread gleaming, deceivingly white,
Yet drenched in the black goo,
The sticky gobs of our source, our blood.
Cast aside thine needle,
Let time make it blunt.
Wallow in thine sorrow,
But only for a moment.
Up, up with you!
The sticky gobs cannot protect thee.
See me, Hear me.
For I see thee...
Thou hast split thine tongue
To hide, to forget.
Thine forked words, black to all, clear to me.
Go on, go ahead,
Walk through its enveloping black.
And when you cannot run,
And when you can’t do that anymore, 
Find someone to carry you.
Thou art strong!
Let thine center give you new feet!
If even thine center falls weary,
I shalt be thine legs.
I shalt carry you, my friend.

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Another Tongue

If passion speaks beyond self-centered will,
if stones may cry aloud because a man 
keeps silence, or if whispers wash the mind 
as storms in springtime will refresh the earth,
then it is poetry  that feeds our hearts.

At birth it is a soft caress that would
protect and nourish thought in gentleness,
to draw from deep within, a song that prose
could not express, a sigh devoid of art
that art alone may sing,  
the singer but an instrument, 
and that of conscious awe.

All  this, and still demanding to be heard,
for if it were not so, we would not know
or speak of poets; wars might then 
be just regretted or dismissed as lost 
for lack of strategy; arms would 
be taken up for power alone 
and men would then survive
in shallow grief, insouciant within,
a tired state of lethargy, where no one 
ever cares.

The powers of heavenly places may be thanked,
for muses dwell upon Olympus, not
within the hell of circumstance,  or haste,
or juvenile romance--
for there is power indeed when insight travels 
where the lofty giants led 
and left upon their pages, majesty, 
and bled, and wept, and gave us beauty 
that device alone could only try to emulate, 
and fade away.

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Kin of the Pen

I enjoy knowing you
Though I know little about you
It still remains
I know the scrawl of your pen
Dancing over a page
The sound of your native beat
And the friendship that when kindled flames meet
Inspired by you a thousand ways
I wont waste another day
So friends, and kin of the pen 
We shall remain

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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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One self

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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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Cristiano Ronaldo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A seed of love planted in the soil of my heart

I sailed unaware into 
the ocean currents 
of her life:

smitten, I 
desired to ride 

them with her;
the ocean ways, a 

seed of love 

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

a young hope 

that's fleeting:
though I loved her, 

still wounded

like a careless 

In spite of 
this and myself, 
I looked 

for encouragement
in her stare; 

at the outlines 
of her graceful 

I did wonder: 
she was 


a Helen of Troy, a prize, 
on whose loveliness 

so richly gorged! 

But never was 
a lonely man 
more wretched 

I was, 

as she could 
not return my

with equal measure of feeling.  

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

could easily be within 
my desirous 


In time, I 

her again;

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


flushed down the 

with her parting 
as well!

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Call her "Tempest", for hers are eyes of storm.
Winds of passions held at bay, a torrent of tears uncried,
fires bound in those confines yearn to flash unchained into the night;
and peace is seldom found behind the clouded walls in the eyes of storm.

Her face reveals no inference nor her manner does supply
the slightest indication of the tumult found inside.
Her twisted tresses hint with subtlety
the wants,
the needs,
the fears,
the hopes,
the sorrows 'neath veils of lashes bound.

A sharpened tongue and razor wit, iced cold with frigid stares
are evidence more of the battle fought within erstwhile founts of tears.

The clouds spiral ever faster and the waves mount higher still.
The tormentuous seas have victims claimed, for none have yet them tamed.
Within those eyes of Tempest rage the unsettled memories
of sailors many and those to whom the task proved beyond reach...
for yet has one to brave those eyes and weather well the gale...
to find the calm I know is there within the eyes of storm.

I thought once to be a face undaunted her winds and rain.
Methinks I once caught sight of sun amid her skies of darkened gray.
I know the calm is in the heart of this hurricane,
'though I doubt it is I who'll find the peace deep within the eyes of storm.

Yeah. call her "Tempest", call her "Storm" call her "Calamity",
but fear not the rain,
nor winds,
nor waves she'll hurl in direction thine,
For somewhere beyond her wall of clouds 
is Eden in the eyes of storm.

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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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The tide surges
over binary laugh-lines.

Seattle, oh Seattle,
unless you are able
to find oxygen in conch shells
and survive in an underwater cottage,
it's high-time to teach your soul to swim.

The tide ebbs in and out,
allowing us to re-energize in-between takes.
But don't forget to practice your part.

Take 3, this is the scene:

a moonlight-key opened a treasure chest
filled with digital photos of submerged guilt and shame.
These waves are here to stay,
unable to douse the underworld burning in his beard.

Wolverhampton, do you remember
when he came as he was,
ready to entertain us
with a belly full of liquid-bogeymen?

Do they remember how the seahorses kissed
to the sound, to the sound?
The kiss lasted for 230 seconds, times three --

and again and again and again!

Seattle, oh Seattle,
your Evergreens sparkle with rubied feathers,
your road-signs are a bit cleaner now.
Hey, there's always going to be the contradiction
of mud and bleach in Aberdeen,
so there's no longer a reason 
to feel aqua seafoam shame.

There's no longer a reason
to feel aqua seafoam shame*

March 16th, 2014


Author's notes: For this poem I used the cut-up technique,
cutting-apart and re-mixing specific stanzas of my poems: 
"ADDWDDMD"(written, September 2010), and, "Currents"(written, July 2010).

I use my own polished technique:
Instead of leaving the initial raw result of the 'cut'/scramble,
I switch words, and add words here and there to offer extra cohesion. 
This is most evident in the switching-around of place names(Seattle, Wolverhampton, 
Aberdeen). Had I left the place names as they initially 'fell', the poem would have 
made even less sense to some of the readers.
I also add punctuation and breaks; formulate stanzas.
I also allow repetition of certain words and some of the newly formed lines.

With my polished cut-up technique, I cut-up/scramble more words than I want 
used in total for the end result. 
I create an 'over-flow pool' of words to inject into the overall shifting of words.
For example, with this scrambled chunk of words:

with / chest / photos / filled / treasure / guilt / submerged,

I switch around the words, while pulling "of" and "and" from the over-flow pool,
and take "submerged" and "digital" from a chunk of scrambled words that 'fell' in 
an entirely different area of the mix.

I end-up with: "filled with digital photos of submerged guilt and shame."

That line triggered the idea to use three words which have been swimming around
inside of my head for years; to use the words in the closing lines of this poem. 
These three words are not from the original stanzas that I cut-up,
so this piece isn't technically 100%, a cut-up poem.

I was inspired by the cut-up technique contest which is currently running,
to attempt another one of these types of polished cut-up poems,
but since I incorporated three 'outside' words and polished the piece quite a lot,
I will not be entering this poem into the contest, because I wasn't willing to 
compromise my intent in order for the poem to fit the specifications of being a 
cut-up poem(100%) in its purest sense as defined by several sources.

* "aqua seafoam shame" was inspired by the lyrics: "All Apologies".

"All Apologies" -- Writer(s): Kurt Cobain, Dave Grohl, Prince Rogers Nelson.
Copyright © 1990 Controversy Music, Primary Wave Tunes, Mj Twelve Music. 
All Rights Reserved.


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GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.

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Within the heart of this gentle man, rocked the storm
Of the open highway, a blazing passion that burnt and
Singed at his inner soul spirit.
Spiritual kindred of the Harley idealism, born to be free,
Living with the wind beneath his wings of cycle chrome,
An eagle silhouette beneath the horizons lost venues,
Of the routes less traveled by.
Oh God bless this lost road warrior, for he tried
His best to live by the rules of honor, bravery,
And courage.
Beneath those wrinkles of age, a sparkle lit within
Those eyes that remained timeless, but only a biker
Can truly understand such passion that drove such
A gentlemen such as this friend of mine, known
Simply as Tattoo.
Oh the open highway is a harsh mistress, clashing
Hard with the review mirror of reality, betrayed by
The warmth of sorrows distrusting female, it was
All that remained left unto he whom loved her
Best, but the lure of drugs took him away,
Leaving us to wonder why?
It is said that God protects the meek and mild,
If this is true, may he stand at the right side of
The good and just. Beyond these troubling shores,
That seemed to bare down upon him so.
Let the divine winds of grace always remain
At his back, as the breezes of freedom blow
Through his graying hair, riding onto the last roads
Eternal highway on his majestic Harley, we bid
Tattoo a toast in destiny’s honor and fellowship.


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The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

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My Brothers Soul

My brother was killed last year in the streets of Pittsburgh, and I haven't been the same ever since. I've moarned his death from then to now and I'm afraid that it will never end. I miss my older brother so much 1/7/63- 10/9/2012

While smuggling my brothers soul to the ground 
pieces of his armor fell to my feet.

I want to cry but my father gave me a male name
so I will shed my tears underneath his sheets
If you knew my brother you would help
me drag him across the street or better 
yet could you just grab him by his feet.

But wait... there’s a flicker of hope everybody put 
away the dope or maybe you should wait until 
he wakes you know he’s going to want to smoke

I have licked the wounds of my brothers pain away.
I’ve been shoved into a nightmare pushed around
In the air like a lifeless cloud. 

My hasten look is quickened by the creedy steps 
who took away your fate and left me here to hate.

My brother,  your story is a quik one,
your waves are Long and heavy, twisted by the 
forgotten slaves of today constrained with 
your broken down belief in tomorrow.

I want to pick up yesterdays dirt that belongs to
you..... but I’m afraid to dirty your hands. 

Just close your eyes............. so I could go to sleep.

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Invisible figures moving in the mists of time,
Hidden female phantoms, masters of the wilderness
Wild, blending in as chameleons, they are the unseen.
Legend's cryptic tribe. 
Maidens veiled beneath mysteries coverlet’s of beauty,
Vanishing, as if a vapors mystic dream, created by ancient
Historic mythology.
But nay the Amazons, were fierce fighting warriors,
Battle hardened women, whom lived by the basic instincts.
Of survival and honor.
Unbridled by the whims of society, no chains bondage,
Could restrain their desire to be free from mans law.
Liberation's winds moistened their lips, and inflated
The lungs of these warrior women.
Nomads raised on the theology, that man are inferior creatures,
To be used as beasts of burden, or at leisure’s pleasure, 
Nothing more. 
Skilled in the art of war, renowned for courage’s
Unyielding voracity, armored maidens of legend,
And for raw endurance’s strength of will.
Blow the golden horn of victory's challenge,
As the ancient archer thus thread's her bow,
In anticipation of the battle to begin. 
Drawn swords at the ready, do you not
Hear their ancestral cry to arms, take
No prisoners alive.
Shield maidens whom answer to know man,
But only the Gods themselves,
Behold they are the Amazons.
Shoulder to shoulder, and back to back,
Shields raised glistening in the sun.
The battle lines are drawn in history,
A fierce fighting force by all accounts
Renowned, to legacy's ancient passage,
For all women to be proud of generations
Forward to come, remember their battle hymn.
Freedom sisters, can you not taste it's
Flavor of liberation, carried on destiny's
Four winds, I'll raise my cup in tributes
Honor unto them, known as the Amazons.





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Sleepless Nights

I'm awake for nights, days on end,
Little sleep is in sight for me.
Pills do little to quell my pain.
I face the pain as it rise and falls.
Swallowing back my cries
So they can't be heard.
There are times when I think
I won't survive another day,
But here I am, but here I am
Biding my time until I sleep.

*A tribute to those who suffer with chronic pain.

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The Gracious Woman II

The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection
Everything she goes through in life is a lesson
Her beauty is of essence such as her presence
Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing
The courage that she brings
Screams a strong woman destined
With the passion of a soldier at war
She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more
Qualities that must be adored

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United Nations Plaza

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

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Watching Us Age

I'm watching you age
into wiser smiles, measured steps.
(Your lines look beautiful)

Gravity of life reshaped
our foolish expenses of energy
(Oh, the hurrying we did together)

wasted vanity of emotions.
I love our becoming...
more vast of vivid moments

(Our expanding normal bits)
gnarled with experiences.

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A Gentleman

A Gentleman There is this one man that I want to talk about. He is very well known and very well liked. If you don't know him - you got to check him out. He writes a lot Epigrams and other poetry too. Everyone is so delighted, when he writes a poem, or two. He is not from the U S, but he writes very well. Writing is not his only talent - Philosophy, is his game. He is a man of many talents, I know he likes gardening too. He grows beautiful flowers in the land where he is from. He is always such a gentleman - one thing the Ladies adore. If by now you still don't know, I will give you a hint. Trifiatis is his last name and Demitrios is his name. Now go ahead and check his Poetry and you will agree with me. He brought a lot of joy and inspiration to a lot of us here. He will never be forgotten. In our hearts he will forever stay...
05/03/2014 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Note: To a good friend Demitrios in appreciation, for giving us a chance to know him...

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Lost Time

Time doesn't leave any keys for me 
or the person I'm suppose to be.


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The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

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Nice Day for a Funeral

Written by Gail DeBole
In memory of my grandfather

Nice Day For a Funeral I (You were always old. I can't remember a time when you were not.) Cried (And you had no past before the first time I became aware of your presence.) When (The weather huddled the mourners together. It was a cold day, but the sun was out to pay its respects, also.) They (I huddled with the rest. Echos of the service left a sad taste in my soul.) Lowered (The Rabbi had spoken of you like an old friend.) Your (And convinced me of your close lifelong brotherhood with him.) Casket.

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At eases rest, he sits waiting,
The guitarist.
Withered arthritic hands,
Shake now.
His study gaze strains,
To read the noted page.
Thoughts drifting, pondering,
A gentler pace.
Reflections pause, amongst, 
Remembrance still waters.
Life's forgotten rambler, 
Traveling along destiny’s,
Long lost highways.
Castaways absent player, 
In limbos mindless game.
A migrant hobo, 
Leaving reality's seasonal,
Venues behind.
God's harvest lies beyond,
In glories golden fields.
No lyrics express liberation’s,
Abandonment, freedoms release,
From pains well worn shell.
Lifted above griefs, loving kindred,
Peal away regrets many veils,
Layer by layer exposing,
Destiny's beauty in misty hews. 
A new adventure begins,
On horizons, magnificent canvas,
Behold a grand expanse.
A spirit soars, following an
Everlasting light.
It is peace without expression, 
Mankind’s ultimate fulfillment,
And loves final achievement.
Celebrations joy receives salvation's, 
Lost lamb.
In hymens sacred choir he'll join in,
Playing God's gospel, angel's voices,
Are raised in praise.
Strumming at his best, 
Within divinities,
Heavenly band.
Sweet melodies song echoes, 
Beneath stars shinning light.
The music man smiles,
 I've finally come home at last.


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Thank You

March 22, 2006



Thank You



Thank you for loving me,

At times, I thought I’d just walk away.

Once or twice I could not see,

The Sunrise of a brand new day!

Thank you overcame!


Thank you for knowing my name,

At times, I thought I’d just never be the same.

Once or twice I flew across the desert,

The Sunset was absolutely berserk!

Thank you I’ll be!


Thank you for having faith in me,

At times, I thought I’d just leave.

Once or twice I could actually see,

The Sunrise so huge I couldn’t believe!

Thank you I’ll aim!


Thank you for caring about my name,

At times, I felt I’d never be the same.

Once or twice I followed my dreams,

The Sunset was not at all what it seems!

Thank you I’ll share!


Thank you for just being there,

At times, I thought I couldn’t care.

Once or twice I could actually be,

The Sunrise rising up inside of me!

Say Thank you and then I’ll agree!



© Copyright:  Ann Rich   2006

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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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Missing An Angel

I’m missing  so much one of my angels
who constantly guided me since birth
he used to talk to me in a long distance
his lovely voice was a real spirit booster

all the other angels have called me up
bringing me all  their wishes and love
but the other angel I’m missing now
I want even the silhouette of his voice

dear angel of mine, please  hear me cry
will you appear in my dreams tonight
I just want to tell you how I am
like I did with the rest of whom you love

I really miss to tell you a story
whenever  I am happy and lonely
and all the love and joys  around me
trying  all to keep my spirit healthy

but, there’s one thing I want to tell
please continue looking after me
keeping me in your ardent  prayer
and ask God to remove the bitter pill

I want to tell you that  I’m still fine
as long as I am still kicking and alive
All I need is a constant fortitude
In this temporary world  I don’t own

I’m missing you so much my angel
speak in a  dream of your sweet  girl
greet and make a loving wish for her
may she has a longer life in this world

Written: Oct. 4, 2012
Note: Another poem tribute to my dad (now in heaven) written before my birthday.

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Tender is the heart of my dearest white dove, 
Whom carries the red rose of love within her 
Golden beak, and within lies the gentlest soul
Of peace that I’ve ever known.
Allow thy wings of inspirations to spread forth,
To capture the winds of glory evermore,
Taste the fragrant fields of imagination through
Her words of sweet melodies song, a timeless
Tune, that flourishes in a soft echoes moment
 Of pure joy everlasting, the thoughts unbridled
Freedom of liberation set to the release of this
Winged creatures beating heart.
Oh in the thunder storm of lifes hurricane,
She is the calming eye within the hailing of
Realities harsh shades between the fading 
Embers  that divide the light from the  darkness.
Brushed by the spiritual angels of faith and 
Devotion, she judges not but excepts all mankind
For whom they are faults and all, loving them
With a full heart’s warmth of grace, and cherishing
Their inner muse tenderly beneath her wings of
Shimmering  white feathers glitter, in the bathing
Rays of the sunshine, she is legacies promise for a
Brighter tomorrow, this mystic dove of mine
My friend, my soul sister of the poetic heart,
May she soar forever amongst the clouds of
Inspiration for all time.





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Father's Day Tribute to My Grandfather

Father’s Day Tribute to My Grandfather
Written on June 2, 2012
Updated on June 11, 2014

Resembling Groucho Marx as you aged,
I often found you dozing in 
your favorite chair.

Perhaps, dreaming of your parents,
or when you arrived in America on Ellis Island 
with your Mother and brothers?

Your tired skin was
a result of a working man’s life.

Your green tattoo on your arm
was a souvenir of your veteran status.

Always caring, you were the leader
of the team I was born into.

You protected the family psyche and integrity,
and wisely guided us with your voice of reason.

Even though you are no longer here in the physical world,
You are forever in my heart and soul.

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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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Father's Day

                         Father's Day

Every day is Father's Day
Dad grew old and frail in natural order we fear
War and age created gaps in time, holes in reason
Added to detraction's on his decline
Generations formed coalitions without permission
Things come into existence for a time 
We are the children by him and by his side
Who grew, arms and legs, solid foundations 
Creation, with other supports, sometimes failed
We grew our own gaps, holes in reason, ways to end
By digging in the wrong direction
Then, hung with vigilance, understanding, change
Clinging to hope like virgins in May
Waiting for what may come our way
Dad survives purely on love in poor health
Between you and me, he feels the power  
We are his children, his pillars of support
No matter what the pain or cost
Old, collapsed, an ancient structure
Falling our way one last time
We catch and hold him up in honor
As pillars on either side to do just that

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Her name is Lucinda, a mere child, just turned fourteen
This hapless woman child, born of the blood of many lands
Conceived of youthful passion, in a moment of youthful lust  
She arrived unplanned, unwanted and unloved, as no child ever should
Like you and I she has her hopes, her dreams, her needs and her plans
Here before us stands, this lovely child on the cusp of a blossoming womanhood
Abandoned by those who should care but who are oblivious to
Her wants, her needs, her dreams
Cast to the hands of fate to drift alone upon these savage streets, alone to face the night
You know they found her early Sunday morning, at early morning light
Lying silently in the crimson blood, the blood that once had held her precious life
Her name was Lucinda, a mere child, a lovely child, just turned fourteen
Cry a tear for her, SCREAM.

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Bloodied  but not 
down,    red the colour of 
our flag, risen at dawn, to 
build under the sky,  a 
nation under the stars, 
tears flow due to the 
loss,    of the ones  we 
love,   the sons and 
daughters,   forever we 
are one. 

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Celebration Of Lights

A spectacular display of lights and colors
Sparkles across the night sky, out-shining the stars
Crackling rain of shimmering lights cascading multicolored
Silver comets with sapphire blue star centers bursting
Bathing the landscape in breathtaking flashes of lights
To catch the spirit of celebration in the black night sky

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I lay my tender heart

I lay my tender heart at your feet
and my soul and very being I surrender
My desire and quest
to fill your heart with joy
and summer
by the sweetest of emotion and affection.

To stand by you
to provide and protect you
a bond so strong nothing can tare it apart
until death do us part
and later
we meet once more
in a much better place
once again

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.

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Cascading water falls flow, in the infinite
Stream of life's circle of harmony.
Cast thus forget-me-knots asunder, upon
The rushing currents of time, for we shall
Meet again dear friend, and drink deeply,
From the wells of remembrance.
Keepsake's dearest treasure are these reflections,
In the stilled ponds beneath, I see thee their,
And remember lines of courage, written with a
Gentle hearts wisdom. 
It is harsh some may say, that the divine spirit,
Took thee away, so quick and without warning.
But a higher powers choose is not to be questioned,
All seasons have there time, and reason for being.
We'll miss thy kindness, and your sweetness, 
Tender lady of clarity's perfection.
But I believe in guardian angels, whom watch
Over those dearest spirits left behind ,
From heavens gates thee can see us below,
And gently stirs us away from harsh troubles
I'll light a candle in my window tonight, in 
Honor tribute for Linda's contribution, has touched
Many lives.


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Earthbound Angel - 2

Earthbound Angels (2)

You know him,
or perhaps
someone like him,
and average guy
a bit shy
no wings
Him to fly

says many,
but to family
He’s plenty:
And kind

He wears
his words
on a sleeve
as his bond;
and truth
His daily

© Debra Squyres 2013

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Everlasting Tree

A large tree stands alone as it has for countless seasons. 
The width of its trunk wrings admiration from the soul.
It is stong grounded and permanent. 
It draws all of its needs to it.
 Its roots, the reason it exists
 are unseen, underground. 
They grip the ground, they suck the earth,
they quest for its survival,
as its branches sway serenely above. 
There is wisdom, balance and surrender to elements,
 be they wind or rain or fire. 

Time in between each millenium sees a tree, 
forever standing.

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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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Ebony Webboney My Little Princess

The house suddenly seems so very empty
I miss you so much my little darling Princess
Ebony Webbony my little independent girl
Thank you for being part of my life for so long
I will admit it was not that we were always connected
You were far too independent for all the cuddly stuff
Except, of course that is when you wants something
Then I became the sun, the moon, and the stars
Once your demands were satisfied, off you would flit
But you were always there, my little outdoor girl
Then when of course you did  come into the house
It was like some  Royal visit from the Queen
Up on the cabinet you’d sit by the kitchen door
Silently demanding, telling me it was supper time
For breakfast, only outdoors never never indoors
Different places with different change of mood
“No no, I do not want to eat here, no,no, NO!”
“Put it where I want it, or I will not eat at all!”
“I do not give a damn about the crows, put it there!”
“No I hate the Vets, no I hate cars, no, no, No!”
“No, no NO! I do not want my picture taken,
Go away, this is my private place, please go away”
“No, no, NO! Do not cuddle me I am not in the mood”
Okay so now is the time so make sure you do it right”
“Steuth , enough of this cuddle stuff, I’m out of here!” 
For years you and Gingerwhinger did not speak 
Then suddenly you became the greatest of pals
Inseparable you both became, Oh he misses you so
So do I my little precious Princess, Oh so do I.
Something has gone out of our lives and it is you
My Ebony Webbony, thank you for nineteen precious years! 

			© Copyright Elizabeth Waterhouse 2012	

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A Tribute To A Hero

He was a man at nineteen who danced the skies
As death's grasp was ever tugging at his soul.
In the blue his British brother's spitfire squad
Sneered at death as each day took its ghastly toll.
His wings took him where, as a child, he could only stare
And wonder - If I fell, would the clouds catch me?
My comrades have fallen all around and I find
It is their love and courage that guide me there -
In that beautiful blue, there is a quiet peace.
High, before the eagle dives it screams a loud cry
That God's love and strength will guide their flight.
So, at the last, I shall trust to be caught by the clouds ...

In honor of John Gillespie Magee Jr., his courage, and his poems.
Within a year after writing his most famous poem "High Flight"
his plane crashed into a field and he died at 19. It is the most famous poem ever written about flight.

From "High Flight" by John Magee

 Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
 I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
 Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
 And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
 The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
 - Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

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Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!

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Blantantly Obvious Subliminal Messages

Fate or coincidence as if we have a choice constantly at odd with those who share a difference in their voice as if we could change the world so pretentious for us to concieve as if only a single soul still in me would believe Fake or conciousness a notion to betrothed as if you betterment was for me to love and loathe everything in place the explanation was there was a grand design for that or just a repetition of certain circumstances and leave no chance to reason Break the code or break the mode broken cycles, growing old fading voices go being unknown but my choice is mine alone take the hand of a higher power or take a thermo nuclear shower submit or be done with tossed out like the waste just a tiny hint of power leaves a certain taste corruption is only almost certain free will still relates to the points so poignant they are pinpointed mistakes not yet made Premeditated, so there goes destiny as if a higher power has the power to contain me as if a higher consious is out there for me to have thats the only certainty I know almost for sure why I push back the unknown is out there driving all so called life for you so call everything must come easy for you like butter to the knife and you wonder why your drowning and cannot break the surface look deep inside your mirror into the fate you may be worthless, coincidentally

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Farewell My Friend

I remember the days that we
spent together in my pursuit to
further my knowledge, you as 
my mentor and I as your pupil.

Down through the years we have
had more then just a teacher and
pupil relationship, we became the
very best of friends.

I watched your hair turn grey and then
you watched mine, sadly I received
news today coming from afar that you have 
gone on your final journey and we 
shall never have those long academic
discussions ever again.

Such news that greeted me gave me
such a heavy heart and tears in my 
eyes, for I know I shall never see
my dear friend again.

I will forever cherish the fond memories 
of the past years we had shared and
our friendship and reminisce on all the 
good times for those will always be
with me.

You will always have a very special
place in my heart, my mentor and
my dear friend always.
A friend that shared my life.

Note: Farewell to Klaus Goebel, ING (Radio Engineer), Neu-Isenburg, Germany ~ may you rest in peace old friend.

4th July, 2012 (c) 

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What a Beautiful Mind

An ideal renaissance man
A polymath
Did you know a Mona Lisa
You have a beautiful mind

They said the Earth was the center
You said the Sun
On your death bed you published truth
You have a beautiful mind

You have wrote classic symphonies 
You can not hear
You still had faith in your music
You have a beautiful mind

Most people are oblivious
They can not see
Only concerned with frivolous 
If you only knew beauty

All knowing transparent eyeball
You see nature
Remind us of why we are here
You have a beautiful mind

Eighteen hundred poems hidden
A chest of words
Treasure, you'd rather be the one
Miss Dickinson
You have a beautiful mind

Chasing after a beam of light
An abstract thought
You understand our universe
Albert Einstein
You have a beautiful mind

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SYCOPHANCY Miss Sweet, a fine lady’s nickname, was a healthy woman. Miss Sweet was God sent. Ortha Mae was her daughter. She was refinement to her mother. Miss Sweet loved gospel music. Miss Sweet was a beautiful individual. Miss Sweet was always nice and real. Her obesity told about her sweet tooth. The proof is that she always had a cake baked for us after school. She stood about five-nine. She wore her black dresses most of the time. She was well rounded. Miss Sweet… __________________________________________/ Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper Contest Name: Three-Stanza Suite Form: Stanza 1 – Five lines non-rhyme Stanza 2 – 1 line Stanza 3 – 8 lines rhymed Date of Entry: March 31, 2014 Date Written: March 31, 2014

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That day is just another day,
Boarding buses driving car,
Some smile or sleep at hay,
Others chatting while driving far.

Thru and flow those journey,
One's mind will never across,
Death angel is on the hurry,
Waiting right spot for a man's loss.

Impact of dark angel wings,
Thrown and messed every stream,
All those agony brings,
Smash out those living dreams.

15 lives been told,
15 souls turned cold,
15 and 15 themselves,
Will never erased from shelves.

Family of 15 cried,
Shocked till tears dried,
The rest are in blurry side,
Come to known they are still alive.

That black tenth,
15 lost souls never reached home,
That black tenth,
Malaysia's most sour dome.

That black tenth,
Will forever remembered...

R.I.P for those 15 souls

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A David For David

Hailing from the tribe of Judah
King David was both a warrior and a poet
Who wrote the book of Psalms
His pen flowed with beautiful verses

King David was a man after God's own heart
When he slew Goliath that set him apart
He was annointed to be Israel's King
Though the lust in his heart caused him to sin

Saul envied him, and wanted to hurt him
But he was divinely protected anywhere he fled
From his line would come the King of Kings
Who  gave us salvation and healing
David,  as you take this time to care for your wife
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Wishing  all the best  as she convalesces.

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Earthbound Angel - 1

Earthbound Angels (1)

You know her,
or perhaps 
someone like her,
getting by
day to day
no wings
her to fly

says many,
but to family
her attributes
are plenty;
a kind nature
wearing a smile
for all

She carries
her heart
on the sleeve
of her words
giving freely…
a glimpse
into a love
filled soul

© Debra Squyres 2013

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This is it, the visceral
A mud laden intention for the perfect
And the prefect knows we don’t deserve it
but in morning yawning I’m yearning
To sheen without the glisten
To be of worth without the wealth
To matter in spite of mass

Come sing in the keys of dandelions
and roar like the hidden root
I prefer to blacken my estate
than to yellow at the petals,
fixing myself for your taste
Somewhere in the dirt 
Some hand clenching at the shine
of the only future it deserves
is cut off
Someone picking up my charms 
Somewhere, far away
So far that in knowing these truths, it doesn’t matter
It has no mass
These are not atoms
This is only shape

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A TRIBUTE A little child once stood on a doorway To enter what was to be his world For years to come. Looking around for a friendly face, The little one stood still for a while. Then came that warm helping hand That held him tight, With glittering eyes, a reassuring smile And a face that glowed. As the little one grew, in both body and mind, She stayed with him through thick and thin. His unsteady hand That mis-spelt every word at first Soon wrote at a stretch, pausing no where. She held him safe and sound all the time. The little bulging eyes of his That feared to face his very own class Looked at every stranger With a new found confidence. She smiled at his progress And loosened her grip. Heights at first terrified him, But after a couple of falls, an encouraging thrust And the feeling that she was beside him always Made him climb higher and quicker. She let him go and faded away into the crowd While strangers poured into his life. But she never forgot him, For like many other little children Who once held her hand through the years, He too had seized a special place in her heart. Once free, the bird then soared high, Reaching new clouds and touching success Time and again. A fresh life lay ahead of him Applauds and roses, quite familiar then. Sometime later in life, When he became his true self again, He realized that he missed someone In spite of the horde that surrounded him. So, he returned to that doorway Through which years ago he entered his world. He stood still for a moment Knowing not what to do. He searched for that hand that once held him tight Making him feel sheltered. For the eyes that glittered in darkness Showing him the trail. For the smile that reassured him Pushing him further and further ahead. Then he found her. Her face wrinkled, hair grey Yet her heart still the same. For this time, another little one stood beside her. Holding her hand like how he once held hers. He walked upto her, His steps steady, eyes confident And said “THANK YOU TEACHER FOR WHAT I AM TODAY I OWE IT TO YOU” That day, two pair of eyes Shed tears of joy and pride. While the third one looked on expectantly.

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Old but Still Breathing in Life

Journey's end of the final leg of our life.
Our independence, our kids want to take away.
You do your things and just please let us do ours.
The youth think their elders are lapsing into apathy.
No longer caring about life or worldly things.
At our old age we've become world-weary.
Wrinkled and not as strong, but still breathing in life.
We have much insight and wisdom rather than ambition.
But the young are too busy to really listen to the old.
We are too tired and old to fight with our young.
Eccentric is whispered, we never felt so alone.
Apathy is part of growing old, a sadness of old age.
Our youth appears loud and frantic ordering us about.
Too much chaotic confusion is hard on our old brains.
We'd rather avoid conflicts and let harmony stay within.
We still have a full deck, we just shuffle it slower now.
All we ask from our young folks is patience and respect.
It's the sadness that takes us out not necessarily our age.

'A Tribute To Old Age'

For Nathan A's contest, "Any Poem"

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My Comfortable Chair

Like my special comfortable chair
I'm reassured your always there
when I need you.

Providing a comfortable cushion
against harsh ravishes and rigors
of life.

My sanctuary
my my love
my heart and soul
my wife
my life.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013.July.

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Spirit unbroken

Dear loveless one

Your hatred may have left holes
in my emotions
and your fury unleashed scars
upon the spirit
you will never possess...
Even though your tongue dug my soul's grave
and your hands muffled my cries
and bound me in chains 
to sinking death as a child,
I kept on living for hope's sake.
You deafened my ears to joy's call
and love I passed by, oblivious
to its tender touch.
You blinded my eyes to the beauty
that was staring me in the face 
and stitched up my mouth 
to prevent your own shame 
escaping in audible screams...

Today my body rests in the ocean
and still you are troubled.
Why then?
You got what you wanted, didn't you?
You murdered your own flesh and blood
to compensate for your flaws.

You know... You know you can't run
from a past so dark.
You hear my daunting laughter 
and the endless pleading haunts you.

I grip your black heart frozen
and whisper, "Goodbye."

Spirit unbroken.

(A tribute to all abused children)

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Porcelain smooth ivory white

Graced by God
in artful design
statuesque in form and line
perfectly personified
to adoring eye
porcelain  smooth
ivory white.

Changing perception in shade and light
crafted by skilled loving hands
that remain a mystery
within the embers of history
timeless beauty captured for eternity.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.

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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

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This City Inspires Me

The Chicago skyline.
You symbolize home.
You are me and I am you.

There you are Sears Tower!
Just like you I will stand tall and strong
Even through life's toughest winds,
I might sway back and forth,
But to the ground which I was built on, 
I'll remain.
Even when people try to change my name, 
I'll just reply "Watchya talkin bout Willis?!" 
Yeah, you'll always be Sears to me.
And I'll always be Joe to you. 

Thank You Chicago.

I promise I will get as fast as 
The trains and planes that transport your people
And when I get caught up in life's traffic,
I promise to keep my cool and my destination in mind.
I promise to get as strong as your culture is.
I promise to always be filled with as much vigor as 
Your raging college students are.
I promise to stay as passionate as
The struggling musicians that serenade your "L" subways are.
I promise I will work as hard as 
Your workers that are just trying to pay their bills do.
I promise I'll always stay as hungry 
As the poor that beg on your streets are.

And I promise I'll make you proud of me.
For I am proud of you!
Chicago, don't you know? 
You will always put the "O" in Joe.

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Tributes to three

Tributes to three 

It is not just one but three
Gems that come shining through to me

First is the irreplaceable Nette
The queen of pretty, profuse  poetry  
And cool sentiments ever generous
I miss her so much that I pray helplessly
To God to protect her wherever she may be..
And let her be back with us as soon as can be.

We also miss Linda-Mary
A prolific verse making fairy
And so sweet with all as if they are her kin
Again I pray for her good health and long life
God,  rid her of her afflictions ..

And then of course is my good friend
Gwendolen Rix, a grand mix of pithy poetry
And comfy chemistry, and a lover of spooky history
 Taking a mysterious break …
Begone woes, leave Gwen alone
Go, pick on some one else,.. so she can be back.

30 Mar 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For Richard’s contest “A soup member worthy of a tribute”

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Black Ink

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

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Martin Richards

Martin Richards. Little martin Richards; lived a short life here on Earth. On Monday April the 15th of 2013 - Someone decided to cut his life short. It happened at the finished line of the Boston Marathon. little Martin was there with his Mom, watching his father run in the Marathon. he was running to go and congratulate his father, when a bomb exploded and took his life. Two other people also died in the blast and many,many more were injured. We all knew that it was a terrorist Attact. It took everyone by surprise, but people came together to help eachother out. Martin Richards was eight years old. He will always be remembered as a happy little boy and spreading his joy to everyone. Martin's parents now have an Angel in heaven that will forever watch over them....
)4/17/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Note: To Martin"s parents. Little Martin didn't die. He just passed on to the other side.

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Be Thankful

Be thankful for the planet we live on.
Be thankful for the families we have.
Be thankful for the countries we live in.
Be thankful for the money we earn.

God gave us peace on Earth.
God introduced our moms to our dads.
God gave us many cultures to learn about.
God gives us skills to use wisely.

Be thankful for our special gifts.
Be thankful for rich and poor alike.
Be thankful for the food we eat.
Be thankful for the clothes we wear.

God gave us talents to share with the world.
God cares for the rich and poor;
No more or no less.
God gave us clothes to keep us warm.
God gave us food so we do not starve.

Be thankful for the homes we live in.
Be thankful for the transportation we use.
Be thankful for the children we love.
Be thankful for who we are.

God gives us shelter to keep kids off the streets.
God gives us cars, planes, and trains to get around.
God will soon make these children leaders of the future.
God made you and He made me.
We are the leaders of today.

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Wrapped Little Body - Cut-Up poem

Other violence this world
There human flames ceased
Sick swan six
With circles some melancholy
Doctor failure some

Different universe copy soul
Wrapped little body respect
About shoulders stopped arms
Flash doubles wife

Early patient
Stopped her crown
Simple modern
Loop provided effect
While hate challenge simple.

[This was my first attempt at the "cut-up technique", a surrealist technique coined by many early surrealists, including William S. Burroughs, an obvious influence on my work.]

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The Road

Suspended in perpetual animation
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
From hours of travel though inches gained
Spewed forth from the bowels of existence I stand
Before me lies the road

Like a pond turned solid by Winters touch
The road is wide, flat, smooth
No encumbrances to impede the journey
Cautious at first, testing the consistency of life
The trek of life begins on the road

It is not so bright anymore
Feet shuffle along in a redundant pattern
Knees skinned and bruised
Rocks, underbrush, thorns and ruts
These are the things that now fill the road

Alas, a fork and a place to rest
Up to now the choices where clear
Through mired with pitfalls the ground was flat
No twists, no turns no looking back
Things are to change depending on the road

Left or right, the choice seems easy
The right is blessed by being clear
The left appears to be less traveled
Skulls, cross bones and signs beware
Love and pain are to gain on the road

I have been meant to suffer
Life and family has taught me that
The left road I must take
The pain of absence of love already aches
Perhaps life shall end on this fragment of the road

The hand of God has made passage impossible
Wind, rain, sleet and hail
Tear are my flesh and blur my eyes
Bloodied and raw fingers grasp into the unforgiving Earth
Clawing my way up the grade that is now the road

Shrouded in disappointment and failure
I succumb to life’s journey
It is simply too hard without family and love
Face down the struggle ends
I release my grasp and begin the last leg of the road

Where is the bottom? Why have I not hit?
I quit, I have no more to give
Yet suspended like where it all began
What forces dare to interfere with the plan
For what reason to I remain on the road

It is not I that continues the struggle
Through slits of clarity wiped clear from tears
The vision comes into focus
There is one who feels I am worth the effort
It is my brother who holds me on the road

You are not a brother, blood of blood
Nay, you are a brother by choice
A man through unconditional love and conviction
Has purged the darkness, sorrow and despair
Saving my life and my soul, I am still here on the road

I have no tangible means of payment
Gifts and idle trinkets could never tender the amount I owe
The love I have and the embraces of family
It is what was given to me because I went left
The wounds healed and voids filled because of the road

Today the day is bright
Warmth surpassed only by the glow of love
Shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
Life is worth living and good again
Because of our travels down the roa

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Golden poems

 They weave their words with beauty bold
 And turn their poems into gold
They possess  great poetic skill
To read their poems inspires  and thrills 

Any form will suit them fine
A triolet.  perhaps a rhyme
Their sonnets are just as nice you know
They can make a rondeau flow
Free verse style is no problem
They can  turn Diamentes   into gems

They are indeed quite versatile
As their words echo with their smiles
We are so glad to have them in our group
The lovely  poetesses of Poetry Soup

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The Gracious Woman

The gracious woman is hated
She is not overrated but such a natural one
Morals and values dictated
Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun
Family and friends created
Stay optimistic throughout the long run
The woman is so courageous
A strong heart is number one
She seems to be contagious
Her relationships are always undone
Her worthiness is outrageous
To find another is dreadful
To lose her is regretful
A woman of this caliber is so special

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How Selfishness, The Self Did Betray

How faithfully I gave you priority 
I even built you a Queenly home
As the centerpiece of my Life.

How reverent I was to your desires
I even built you a sacred temple
Where like a star your interests shone, 
As I looked at you; 
Bowed - with glittering eyes.

How every thought I would dedicate to you
Reserving you a special table -
In the Galla where Life's events are held

I even made a status-bearing label
And hung it on your thronely chair.
It simply read 'Honorary Human', 
But around it I inhaled its majestic air

Oh How I did my best to serve you; 
Oh how I always served you first.
How eagerly I took your orders
How promptly I'd respond.
But oh how I failed you self
How I served you 
But did not serve you well.

Self serving was my great expense; 
My intention was to give to you.
Yet nothing was all I bought
For selfishness is worth naught. 

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The Sand Dunes Bard

                        ......for Clark

Thoughts are more sure-footed at
Low tide, those he meets along the way
Are often stationary....sometimes stuck,
With a helpful curse, a hand reaches out,
Feigns retreat, chuckles and spares another
Mucklucker from the landsharks,

Towards sundown, God provides,
A daily dose of thanksgiving squeezes between 
Epitaphs, well earned....

No bearing, the sea, nor desired, but the gems
Left behind sparkle forever, 

Mental health central,





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RIP Curfew

Thank you for being in my life,
to think you were only broken twice,
you taught me how not to be late,
and how to get my timing straight,
my mother made you and loved you too,
she stayed up at night to make sure you show true,
I'm not going to say I'm happy you're gone
but i do rue the day you were spawn 
now that I'm 18, you've done your job, 
I'm happy you will no longer make my heart throb,
with every minute that i am late,
made my life full of hate,
so thank you curfew, and thanks a lot,
now my own schedule will take your spot.

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My Metaphysical Monument To JAH

(1 Kings 8: 27)

I Would Build  YOU  Seven Pillars
Made of Pearls of Such Dimension- Prized
I Would Build  YOU  Ten Giant Columns
Made of Pure Crystals Up To The Skies

And On That Holy Edifice
of 400 Cubits Elevated To Size
I Would Build  YOU  A Thunder-Temple
A Thousand Stories High

This Would Be My Metaphysical Monument To  JAH ...

And Inside The Thunder-Temple
I Would Build A Lightning-Fire
It Would Burn A Flame of Love So Hot & Bright
That Lasts Forever & Never Die

I Would Place  YOUR Name  On A Pedestal Throne
of Precious Gems - No One Could Pry
Of Such Height & Depth & Length 
& Everlasting Arms Wide 

This Is My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...

O' My Rock of Ages  ... Because  YOU  Are My Strength
& My Fondest & Most Fervent of Ties
I Would Construct This On A Mountain Top
That Stands Up Past A Million Miles

It Would Touch The Moon In Reflection
And The Stars Would Be Inspired
and Eclipse Every Man-Made Structure
& Orbit  In  YOUR  Eyes

This Is My Metaphysical Monument To  JAH ...

I Would Fill The Air With Perfumed Prayer
Celestial, Sparkled-Incense Would Rise
I Would Fill The Space With Music
& Exalt  HALLELUJAH  In Chimes!

I Would Bow Down In YOUR Beauteous Presence
In The Aisles & Among All Tribes
& Exult In The Awesome  Atmosphere
of YOUR Essence So Wise

... In My Metaphysical Monument To  JAH ...

I Would Fill It With  All  YOUR  Worshipers
& All  YOUR  Wonders  & Praise  Realized
& We'd Sing My Metaphysical Monument
In Paradise ...   To  JAH !

This Is My Metaphysical Monument                
And Yes, This Vision Is Heaven-Sent      
Spirit-Height & Depth & Width & Length          
In My Whole-Soul, Solar-Sacrament            

&  My Devotion's Endless Measurements      
Built From A Bonafide & Blessed Blueprint        
Constructed Thru Carpenter's Consent           
& With The Master-Worker's Instruments         

It Will Tower-Up In Testament !                
So All Will Know - Everywhere I Went               
It's  The Metaphysical Monument                  
My HalleluJah - Horizon-Event!                       

... My Metaphysical Monument  ... To  JAH

              Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/27/2013 
                        by:  MoonBee Canady

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Uncle Eddie retrieves his groceries. He is tall and abreast to his lineage. He honors family and all his people through his insight as well as his intelligence. Not blind or blindsided from who seeks his temple, eventually, the pilfer will fail. Uncle Eddie is not one to cozen with. His feet are afflicted; nonetheless, he is a strong man. His soul and spirit will be restored. The thieves are no longer in the temple of God. How great thou are! _________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 23, 2014!

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A Letter to John Keats

Dear John,

A unique Epitaph you, yourself, penned so well

“Here lies one whose name was writ in water”

Though many have misunderstood your epitaph.
Which means “ Fame and indeed life is fleeting”
Surely your fame was fleeting during your life-time.

Even Shakespeare confirms the true meaning
In Henry VIII, through Griffith who observes
“Men’s evil manner live in brass; their virtues
We write in waters”

So many misunderstood your genius writings
That is why The review called you a disciple of “Cockney Poetry”
And a severe comments on Endymion
“Go back to the apothecary shop Mr. John Keats…..”

Unluckily they did not read your magnificent Odes
Swinburne considered The Ode to a Nightingale
“The final masterpiece of human work for all ages”
Critic Helen calls the Odes, Ultimate embodiment.

Like me, the poets all around our globe get inspired by
“If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree
It had better not come at all”

Your words like leaves are still on the tips of every tongue
There isn’t a single moment 
People don’t quote you, write about you, speak about you.
I repeat your epitaph

““Here lies one whose name was writ in water”
Only all that was mortal your grave contains
Your name and fame exist everywhere like Zephyr.

May 30, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Eighth Place Win
Contest: Letter to a poet by Monterey Sirak

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what happens to the brown-skinned girls

What happens to all the brown-skinned girls?
Sitting on the stoop waiting for the ice cream man to come
20 plats in their hair
Turning the double dutch rope
Sitting in the middle of the classroom

You know, that one girl . . . what’s her name?
ponytails neither pony nor tail
Who aren’t allowed to wear their hair down 
or sport Brand X Jeans

Who can’t wash that Diaspora right out of their hair
or erase their royal heritage

The ones that pop their gum the loudest
Run the fastest
Fight the hardest
Dream the most

Ones who don’t wear pants and go to church all day Sunday
got tattoos 
wear makeup
or slide into their short skirts on the way to school

Who are picked first for the team
picked last
or never picked at all . . .

Girls - who don’t have time to hang out ‘cause they “gotta go to work!”
for their new dress
or in their old car
to pay the light bill that momma “forgot” 

Girls who roll their neck
and their eyes
their hair and their hips 
to the rhythms of the Congo, Bronx, or the Swats

Girls who sing in the mirror as they glue, braid and towel on that
long . . . wavy . . . hair

Who, “hate that stupid light-skinded girl” because 
“she thinks she’s so cute”
or hate themselves because they think so too . . .

Some may have never had him hold their hand
call them beautiful  
take them to the father/daughter dance
come to their rescue . . .

See he was
in jail/out of town/in denial/out of time
to forego all the love that just one little brown-skinned girl has to give

Girls. Not little Halle, Beyonce, or J Lo
But young Angela, Carol, Michelle, and Alek
Those awe-inspiring girls who don’t yet know 
that they are

Elegant, intelligent 
enchanting . . .

Who don’t see themselves 
On movie screens - in magazines
The eyes of the world, little boys
Their own

Who buys them a bomb pop when the ice cream man comes?
Tastes the sweet undertones buried in dark chocolate
Loves them?

Loves them for themselves
Who loves them
Loves them
Who loves

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Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day

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An Adult Lullaby

Awareness is some kind of god,
self-creating,  just as daylight manifests
from nothing but the darkest hour.
Once again pure infancy, the height
of weakness is the roaring power
to titrate consciousness, 
precipitating bright Sophia,
from the night.

And there she reigns,
the avatar of all we know,
our mistress/mother, 
made of dreaming, 
come upon us as a flight
shy angels might elect.
Then we who wish to trace beginnings
may as well drift through the stars forever,  
never quite so blind as now...
never quite so filled with grace.

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Chris's beliefs, were his own It's true he worshiped Worshiped well. But no one God, No one idol. With a hand cupped over a ear He preached to his disciples, Conveyed his love of words. He passed on his knowledge, In the only way he could. His faith was in people And their ability to write. Heaven's book was opened As followers saw the light. I, like my teacher, Am a man of little religious faith Skeptical about the after-life. So why are my feelings strange Each time I write? Like a hand guiding mine over pages, Images each time I read. I see a smiling face, Hear a Challis joke. Encouraged by words that are kind. I am haunted by memories. This I don't mind. Like the lion who is king of the jungle, Chris Challis was one of a kind.
Dedicated to a tutor at a night writing school. He died in around 1997 after a fall at home aged 50. Written shortly after his death. I have just added one line in the first part and one word in the second.

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Perpetual Wonder

My words invite willing participation of mind and spirit.
They are meant, and sent, as a gift of love,
sharing something precious to me,
that can never be,
expressed freely in the dialogue of everyday life.
Mysterious echoes hopefully capture you,
reflecting traces from your own soul,
through the story and sound 
of the words sent to reach you.
Thanking you for your wit,
since I could never hold you close enough, long enough,
please enjoy the words I choose to send instead.
Knowing you, and how I feel about you within,
even from afar, and when you need to be close to others,
can only be described as a climate of perpetual wonder.

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Happy poem

racing from my cheery heart
you are
saturating the page
even before the ink
releasing your seed
as if you know
how quickly this mood
may evaporate

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O bizarre beauty,
O eclipse of a perfectly contrived creature.
O rustful  bonny frame cladded with muck,
Made  fleshy with its suppleness as lime soot.
O dark glinting hair like fleece interwoven, that soon
Would turn grey sky in Northern  Arid Savannah
O Artiste physique, well endowed-
Like Benin feminine bronze sculpture;
An obsolete craft, to wane into gloomy oblivion.

O brilliant ebony skin with the wafting allure
Of ambergris to suffuse the whiff of odorous incence.
O passing beauty –
By Circadian or Accidental  dissipation.
How best can I appreciate you, my beauty?
Except to behold you,
As a precious mound of carcass
Bedecked of sands and worms and air!

When I behold you as such, and still my heart is lured
With an irresistible longing to
Rouse this masculine flesh into verveful concupiscence
From this raw natural state,
This be a perfect beauty, a perpetual love.
And so will my soul drink content,
A brimming measure of this natural lee of love
And thirst no more to find beauty!  

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The plane approaching Rio sights
The God-man on the mountain
in the sunlight-- that cold tremor
just between the shoulders strikes;
we see the arms borne up by love
and reaching to the traveler,
the city, and the earth.

Then from below, the pilgrims mount
the heights to see the features 
of the Cristo...first, the railway, 
then the stairs climb higher
in the quest--
anticipation, breath and blood
now pounding in their hearts--
there comes the turning at the parapet
to watch the mists brush by his face,
gauze curtains breaking to reveal
that intermittent, scowling
countenance of stone,
once emerging in austerity 
beneath the mallet,  now
beyond the shadow of Elijah's peak
is seen again, and lost, 
else one would need to look away--
before this stern, and re- transfigured God.

The city plays beneath his watch.
just as the drama of
an immanent, transcendent deity
erupts in silent declamation, then to part
in a reprise of his ascension 
in the cloud.

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In Loving Memory of Teahl Doley

Her brown hair.
Her kindred spirit.
Her lovely eyes.
Her smile.
Her skin.
All of those I will never see again.
Sitting in a lonely hospital bed she fought it while it literally ate her alive.
She stayed strong through it all.
But everyone has a breaking point.
She looked into her mother’s eyes and smiled.
As a tear dropped from her mothers eye..
The line went flat.
Her brown hair.
Her kindred spirit.
Her lovely eyes.
Her smile.
Her skin.
Never to be seen again.
~{In memory of Teahl Dooley who passed away from cancer at only 14. Rest in Peace Teahl}~

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The Good People

They are the people that always hear your call
The people that are there in times of great despair
Simple, sincere, no nonsense, no drama kind of people
The people who care about the survival of others
Who give generously of themselves, when times are tough
They are not the haters, the killers who with guns go berserk
They are the angels of life who deeds overcome the bad 
Folks who suddenly make you feel good about the world
Instead of making us think, we are all living in some sort of hell
People who give of their time, their love and their dedication
Offering comfort in times of many terrible unforeseen disasters
A comforting word, a box of food, some clothing, refuge, a hug
Hands that reach out to hold a crying child, a blanket given
Doors opened to shelter and protection in the dark bleak night
A warm smile and suddenly a feeling that all is not utterly lost
Hope given, with a tender heart and such all encompassing love
Oh yes this is what is good, in this so very crazy mixed up world
Let us all reflect on it, and gives thanks for all the beautiful ones
The unknown strangers there in times of our own desperate need. 

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Thanks, my Love

For all the sweet moments we've had together,
and many time our love seem to falter,
for many pains we've together borne,
and many gains that have accrued to our barns,
for standing by when the ground wanted to give way,
and the intensity of the sun seemed unbearable,
for those days I was a thorn in your soft flesh,
and you never chose to tear it away,
for thousands years ahead for us to dream,
and indulge in all our worldly treasure,
for all of these and many more to come,
I say thank you my love for being there for me.

16th Nov, 2012

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Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013

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With angels' kisses
   dear little one hushed now to sleep.
With angels' breath 
    fanning your pearly cheeks.
Between unharmed breaths
    a trace of angels' smile on your cherry lips.

Tell the story, sweet one
    of the dream you're dreaming now.
Stories of angels that only you can tell.
    Angelic mystery foretell.

Little babe, tucked now to bed.
A blissful slumber
    with angels together
       the heavens smile they all remember.
I'm sure you're slipping into some place
    adorned by the heavens.
Songs of whispers and lullabies - 
    your quietude; the heaven's melody.
Fluffy pillows and soft blankets -
    encircling your softness;
        comforting your presence.

Little tucker, those tiny ticklish feet
Will they take me with your angels' fleet
To some place you keep?
As I too now fall asleep.

(A mother's special tribute for the Little Ones whom I had lovingly nestled in my 
bosom and nourished to sleep. And, in special memory of my son Bryce who 
should be turning two today. I wish you were blowing your candles and toying 
the colorful balloons. The baby giggles are surely missed at home. Our short-
lived memory of you is only a heartbeat away. Fateful day : close to midnight of 
Nov. 29, 2011)

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Chair of Death

On a cool afternoon for tea,
She sat in that chair,
Humming for our silence;
Her bones quivering the instrumentals
Within the ruffles of the skin.
When her tune came to an end,
She took time to turn our way.
Not because she felt obliged 
That she had all the time in the world,
But because her youth had shredded
To make her nothing but one
Who hoped for time.
For the painstaking moments passed
And we locked eyes.
She fought her raging wrinkles to smile
And nod my way.

Perhaps she tried too hard
To say a decent goodbye.

One would think he keeps it
Because he has to.
We'd sit on the floor first
Before we touch that chair.
For it encases you, 
Tightens its weight upon you
And hums so sweetly between the ear and soul,
The sounds of a sour, unsaid farewell.

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-Blessed Teachers-

   Man should feel very bless

   in having Teachers around that care

   for the learning process

   is an on going procedure

   or it should be, for Life to progress,

   For if any man thinks he knows it all

   then think again, as such

   for how then did they get to know so much

   in so little a time

   or did they?

   So thank your lucky stars

   to have peoples around that can teach

   for Teachers are very special indeed

   and even Teachers know

   that the learning process never stops

   It's only people who stops the learning way

   when they think they know it all

   and when ignorance put his foot in the door

   and bemoans his lot and cries

   he should have listened and learnt

   learn't a lot more when the Teachers were around

   but it's never to late

   there are Teachers out there

   just waiting for you to attend the class

   for the learning process never ends

   no, not even in death, not even then.


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White Privilege

Lily white
Petals have been bitten and broken
Where is the root?
And with your story
God is teaching me to love
 I’m prostrate on cold ground
begging on the behalf of your salvation
Your sanity

And you’ve lived the life of blackness
And we forget of the privilege you’ve been afforded
I’m taking all the words I’ve ever known
To play God and save you
I want to save you

Let me teach you how to dance then
Forget the men who leave beds cold
And safe dark places barren
I still believe we can live
And these are the stories we tell
To save the weaker vessels
And so drink to your life, breath, and chance
Lily white, when it comes embrace it
Find the texture with the lines of your fingers
Softness of your cheeks, and pucker of your lips

My God, how can I say this?
In what language, pretext, context do I form all the answers?
And then maybe you’ll smile and mean it
Cry and feel it
If no man has loved you
I have
If you have no God
I do
If you don’t know how to say it
I can
If you can’t find rest
I’ve slept

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Do not read this

But now your here,

Raise a glass
to all the talented poets here
who, inspire us to write everyday
and all the friends we have met along the way.

Brought together
by a common interest
to express our thoughts
and feelings
and give pleasure
to all the poetry family.

peter Dome. copyright. 2012.

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His Last Concert

I wasn't there to hear the choir
though once I sang with them,
but I still think of Holliday
at closing--cadence coming up
and his conducting stern, impassive
just as always
with the same authority,
demanding and receiving 
absolute attention,
pulling them along .

What were his thoughts, I wonder,
amid those final glorious moments
of polyphony?

And then again the homophonic chords 
resolving with "amen,"
his gaze still far away,  aside,
when just before the cutoff
he would turn, perhaps,
to look directly at the singers
--that faintest hint of smile appearing,

wrists in last release,
the frame of stillness introduced...
hands in the air...
four seconds of suspended time
and he stepped down
to face the last applause,
what then?

Without success, I understand,
they asked him back as guest
in those successive years
but knew as well as he,
in cadence there is no reprise.

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In Pacem

We missed it, Dad__
that last embrace that bonds
the blood of men
who always faced into the wind of love
and never knew its source.

So arrived the days in early fall.
We settled for a handshake then,
and after all the years that we pretended
we were close,
the words, like leaves, were also glown away:
weightless, dry and crumbling.

There they stood, two helpless men
without so much as one distracting tear,
who lied about the year to come,
and of those dear and fresh remembrances
beyond the day of parting.

You knew the last stop would be Arlington,
albeit not on Chaplain's hill
where sleeping comrades 
filled the ground you loved.
the slope beneath that crowning tree
awaited you.

So there it was, we heard once more
the sound of Taps,
the slap against the sky of twenty-one
explosions, and a young man's tribute
to an officer who wore
two crosses and a silver leaf--
who marched with his old comrades
years before.

Now as this aging son
who would embrace with spirit arms,
I wish you rest, old soldier,
there to find the peace 
you never knew in war...
the peace we shared that final afternoon,
on Chaplain's Hill.

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Tears of My Heart

if poop could be named anything what would you name it?  id name it bob and id make him sit on a log in a bog and say get out of here you hog that looks like fog from a bog thats near a log with bob sitting on it who attacked the wacking wackers with all his heart and shattered, he fell to the floor.  dont name your poop bob because then youll have tears in your heart.

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A shiver ran through me,
As I walked into the room,
You stood there before me,
A reminder of something,
Hidden in the distant gloom.

Suffering and grief,
Torture and pain,
Chilling scenes from the past,
Slowly appeared in my brain.

So many empty chairs,
Around the table you set,
Waiting for the millions,
Who we should never forget.

Why did you move me so,
It’s really hard to say,
But the thought of a visit,
To an infamous place,
Came back to me today.

Room with Chairs and Factory (2003-2008) by Mark Manders

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Thank You

My life has not been a good one and the happy times have been few, but you brought joy back into my life and I wanted to say Thank You.
Thank You for befriending me and being by my side.
My heart belongs to you now and without you I would die.
Thank You for understanding me as you do.
Each day my love for you grows stronger and I feel so close to you.
Thank You for your laughter and happiness you bring to me.
Just the thought of you makes my heart sing.
Thank You for everything.

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Bestfriend till the end

I sit all alone thinking of you
and all the things we've both been through
You are my very best friend
and I know you'll be there until the end 

Your shoulder to cry on is now gone
who will be there when something is wrong
When times are tough you've always been there
It shows me just how much you care 

Although lifes challeges have brought us separate ways
you're in my heart till my final days
Nothing can make a person see
how special a person you are to me 

I dreamed of a best friend just like you
and finally my dream came true
Nothing else could ever fulfill
everything you're friendship will 

You understand a side of me 
that no one else could ever see
You know whats wrong before i cry
but if I do, you always know why 

A friend like you is hard to find
you put my problems all behind
You were there when no one cared 
the best times were the ones we shared 

We've been together through good and bad
you made me laugh even when I was sad
And no one else could ever be
as good of a friend you are to me
But now until the very end
you'll always be my special best friend.

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When is he going to understand 
that life is harder than what our eyes can see.
Its work, its pain, its suffering,
Its love, its time, its energy.

When will he know the struggles life brings

When will he feel the love that I feel
the pain that I feel
the anger I feel

When will he learn the responsibility of life.
Its not always easy to provide.
There are times when its much easier to give up.

When will he have children all his own
and learn to take care of them just as I did.
When will he hold me and say
I love you, thank you for all that you've done.

When will he know that it was all done for love.

When my heart beats no more and my body lies still
Will you still love me?
Will you still see me?
Will you wonder why
When you were little why I held your hand so you wouldn't cry.
Why I would kiss you and then smile.

Life is too short to ponder what, when, where and why.
So I leave you this message
So when you are older and wiser
You'll read whats in it
and maybe then you'll understand
just why I did it.

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A Letter To My Country

A Letter to My Country
From A Foreign Tongue

My beloved country, source of my blood
I have been at fault since my very birth
Forgive my tongue which cannot speak you
For my eyes have seen your worth

My ears have heard your cries of labor
My skin bathes under your sun
For you I will write, for you I will sing
Even if I cannot speak your tongue

“O, beautiful country bathed in light!
“Stars shine on thee for thy might!
“Your children are brave, though naïve
“For thy tears and smile, we shall not be deceived

“So, now fly like the eagle you are
“We are the wind beneath your wings
“Let your banner rise high among us
“And to your anthem, we shall sing!”

My beloved country, I love you I do
Give me patience and your time
To learn your tongue, so unlike mine!
And together, we shall sing of your wonder!

Your foreign tongued daughter

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I like Mr Leonard

I like Mr Leonard for having the courage to say that he doesn’t know. For asking the questions and getting some answers, though some questions might have been wrong. I like Mr Leonard for taking us places, down by the river, up Tower of Song. For showing us people who may be half crazy, at least in the eyes of this world. I like Mr Leonard for his Hallelujahs and asking us to sing along. For trying to get closer to our creator, to feel that we aren’t alone. I like Mr Leonard. What Songwriter or writers Inspire you? (Leonard Cohen)

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Moulting - for you

the next is like the first
equally shedding more skin
you do that again and again 
and I known each time 
you look at me 
we are transformed

and so we take each step
each page is torn away
a day, a week, a month
eternity in our eyes

this time with you 
like a wave that never breaks
a swell in the heart of the ocean

where the two race, play, swim

we are
the ones we see

in the next moment the sun rolls by
you lighten up the room
again a mirror 

to the little pools of mystery 
spilling out around you
giving up the secret

moulting in the broad day light

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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.

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Letter to Our Heroes

Letter To Our Heroes
Sons of America, heroes all, Stand strong - stand tall! For the love of God and country made you answer the patriotic call. We know you are exceptionally brave and we are proud to call you our own. Deployed to strange lands, you leave behind loving mothers, children, and wives, facing many great dangers, as you try your best to survive. Happy memories of your childhood days seem to be far away in a distant past. But please do not be discouraged; let God be your guide, and He will surely see you through. While I pray for my grandson who is your comrade, I also pray for all of you soldiers far away from home - for those Missing in Action and those in captivity, for all the “Unknowns,” for those who cannot say “God have mercy,” for all who are torn and devastated by the cruelty of war, terrorism and other distressing calamities. May the Holy Spirit of God be with you, as we hope and pray that one day, you will all return safely to us, who will never stop loving you!
Date: 8-10-2014 Submitted to contest sponsored by Mystic Rose

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True Friendship

He heals the hearts of many
Providing guidance 
With his host of divine networking
A male Snow White
The animal kingdom loves him!

A man so humorous
When one truly listens
When you open your heart
And open your mind
You can hear and understand him 

Sharp and cleverly witted, he is!
I love him dearly!

Blessed am I
To have him in my life
Dear Friend
Your tenderness
Warms my heart
'I Love You'
Thank you 
For being a
‘Honourable Friend’

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Tribute to David Jones wrote about war and religion

Tribute to David Michael Jones. 1895 - 1974.
A British poet, painter and engraver

Was a lad of 20, left art college to join the RWF*
"In parenthesis "was his write
A poem describing horrors
Of being a front line soldier, to fight
In the world war 1  battle on the western front
An event  he described as epic 
and imbued with religious, moral  and mythic
overtones where Divine Grace manifested a continual presence

T.S.Elliot called his work "a work of genius"

badly wounded in Mametz Wood  his life they did fear

In 1921 he converted to Catholicsm, going to Eric Gills
Community in Ditching Uk where he honed his 
carpentry and engraving skills

When Stravinsky came to UK For the last time , 
was solely a pilgrimage to visit David Jones
David died in 1974
Some of his paintings are in the Tate.
His work is mostly forgotten
Was deeply Catholic, writing
The Sleeping Lord and Other Fragments.
Classed amongst the most important poems of the 20th century

*RWF.  Stands for  Royal Welch Fusiliers, they wear a feather in their cap    

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N'Oubliez Jamais - Never Forget

N’oubliez jamais

I remember that "Summer in the city" 
Although I had "Many rivers to cross" but
"With a little help from my friends"
I was "Feeling alright"
Because I had received "The Letter"
So "When the night comes"
I intended to "Fire it up"
Because "You are so beautiful"
And "Ain’t no sunshine" when you're gone
But then "She came in through the bathroom window"
And I stuttered please "Do not let me be misunderstood"
But it is "High time we went"
"Up where we belong"
"Now that the magic is gone"
Surprised she uttered "Don’t you love me anymore?"
"Have a little faith in me"
But I muttered I am "My father’s son"
And "I shall be released"
So "Bye Bye Blackbird"
"Unchain my heart"
I know "I put a spell on you" 
but "Everybody hurts" and though
"Sorry seems to be the hardest word"
"Let’s go get stoned"
and "Cry me a river"
and yes  “You can leave your hat on”

Written by Ronald Zammit

Thank you for the memories "Cocker"

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A dedication to the champions of life

This is a dedication to the ferocious mentalities
Of survivors of atrocious tragedies
The ones who grow stronger amidst unfocused realities
They apparently last longer beyond unchosen casualties

This is a dedication to the striving perfectionist
Proven meticulous like a practicing pianist
Never negligent like a lioness a protectionist
Of relevant ideas and thesis's a progressionist

This is a dedication to the pure hearts of gold
The compassionate reactions without being told
The negative distractions that never unfold
The positive attraction like lovers hands to hold

This is a dedication to the champions of life
Their fires they burn without fuel in the night
I seek to acquire these exclusive rights
I'll never retire for this I will fight

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Phthalo Blue

Phthalo Blue and White
White spirit is lifted
And poured ceremoniously yet with an air of joy
As colours are mixed upon the plate
To paint
A baby boy
Each shade and light I know so well now
As the lines on my left palm
I hope to reproduce his smile
With the very same
Gentle charm
I don't even know his name yet
But I know the phthalo blue which rest as his eyes
As gentle little halos though so young

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 A very throaty Warbler issued
Quavering Trills in a morning song -  
As he serenaded the dew
drops on the grateful trees
Other birds were answering with
songs of praise from familiar days.
No one taught them
how to sing or gave them
the messages they so proudly bring.
Birds form near and far
joined in as if to say -
We will add our voices to remind you,
that we are cheerful and we sing for you.
We are aware-we are awake-
and we are awesome
chirping and singing our songs as
we bath in puddles of raindrops.
We remember the timing of the of the
golden and silver songsters.
Ruffling feathers coquettishly
as each song in the distance stirs
up fond memories of your existence.
The caw-caw, the peeps,and the chirps;
The caw -caw again and
the melodic harmony begins
Orchestrating the morning worship
in celebration of this life.
One songster descanted a high range
as he sang a louder pitch
Distinctly he told tales of ancestors
with welcoming smiles
The siren in the distance and the
overhead plane Threatened the calm
The plane resounded as thunder
above all the noise
the birds continued to sing.
I Listened as they go on to conclude
in exuberant delight Warblers warbling
Tweet- tweets deliberating discussions
many more chirps peeps and tweets
During the morning meditation.
As the world passes by
I'd listen to the birds serenade-
I'd listen to the clucks-
and the cackles, I'd listened
to the throaty warbler-
as he resumes the lead song.
The other birds in turn join in again..
The world rejoices in their songs
all over the universe-
the rest of my day
could never be as great as
the moments in the morning when
I'd meditate and listen to the birds sing.
A loved one closed her eyes
and made her transition;
The chirking birds know-
That the only triumph over
death is to have lived a good life.
So they continue to sing.
I'd sit and solemnly listen to the message
that their chipping brings
I softly say goodbye.
We shall never forget Euna Davis
as long... As early in the morning
We be reminded in jubilant birdsong.

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Make me feel pretty insecure

Are you pleased?
I must ask after your silent observation
From the crown of my head to my feet
This was for you
The length of my shirt
And the belt folded in two
The pants grazing the top of my feet
to tease you 
The black lining my eyes
The hard curl of my hair
The moment I stood to reassure myself 
I imagined you taking a view
So now, tell me
Is it good enough?
Does my polish suit my skin?
Is the tint of red on my lips inviting?
Let me know
And tomorrow I’ll change my skin
And we can do this again

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Tribute to peter duggan

Tribute to peter duggan
A brother from another mother
My poems are so long 
But one soul care to 
Read them all
Peter duggan

A brother from another mother 
As I simplify
For the power of 
Simplicity never
Seize to let my 
Eyes Head mind fingers
Stop Meditating to a 
Good from nature to humanity 

A brother from another mother 
My father use to say 
A Brother is not only
From same mother 
Just like now 
like I feel 
From a distance 
I feel a soul like mi kind
From his poems
Reality says so 
His poems so simple
Always to my person
As it words of wisdom 
Keeps me so humble
On a truth I know 
But yet I don't know

A brother from another mother
My first poem on poetrysoup
Was every one got an opinion 
Ever since his love and words
Of wisdom keep coming
I wrote a poem 71
Never knew he was 71
What a connection 
As nature does with
It love 
For he peter duggan
Know the beauty of nature! And in this 
I see a brother 
As he always write nature
In a way i ask in me
As I read his words
Who could write nature 
Better than he does 
Rather can nature be 
Written better than he
This man peter duggan
So touch my soul 
With his words 

A brother from another mother 
Sorry I share your 
Words of wisdom
With some African writers
As I confess with love
For you peter duggan
Is the first man who wrote
A poem about me 
apart from 
My first love 
Oh dat so touch my soul 
To my bone 

A brother from another mother 
A lot I learn from this brother 
A lot love I feel from him 
A lot uplifting my soul feel
From his words of courage
As he seize never to keep
Seeing with the third eye 
For the way this man 
Write of life so much
Touch my soul

A brother from another mother
I feel myself writing when
I read most of his poems on 
Like some thing in common
We share from a distance
I wish words explain better 
I wish souls could connect to
The wisdom of this man 
Peter duggan
May joy
Never ever seize in
Your life and family
May your legacy 
Live for ever
Salute to my 
From another mother 
Peter duggan 

A brother from another mother 
From a distance I feel 
This soul like he is 
One of mi kind 
As his words
Is that of nature 
So same connection 
from nature we both
Peter duggan
May your days be longer
With peace and joy 
Like we say 
As we wish 
In Africa 

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A Letter To Robert Frost

               A letter To Robert Frost
Dear Mr. Frost or Bob, as the occasion might be lent
We are happy to report a world still turning wild
There are still two roads divergent in the woods
Prevailing, waiting for others to decide 
You took the one less traveled
To make a difference as you could
We continue to abide convergent roads
Comply with natures inclinations as our maze
Pulled in some direction not always ours
As for that world that did not die
It did not perish in fire or by ice
As you postulated quite nicely 
Both would have equally sufficed
We are in a different place and time
Protecting ages and ages hence in your defense
We will never meet again in fire or in ice my friend

                                                                 6/06/14 Contest:  Letters To Poets	

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Poetic flair

Maya Angelou proclaiming
She knows why the caged bird sings
While a raven Says forevermore
Brings to mind Edgar Allan Poe

Sir Walter Raleigh did inspire
with his poem "Like truthless dreams my Joys expire"
Emily Dickenson gave us many wonderful verses
"Apparently with no surprise"  being among the first

For sonnets with poetic flair
None can compare 
To the great William Shakespeare

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Another Fairytale That Will Never Be

I think your scale is broken
Either that or mine. 
Im only a half pence when I weigh myself in, 
or has the value changed over time. 
Its like a rose thats been wilted, petals torn to shreds, 
yet you still see beauty in a flower not quite dead. 
My heart is confused 
peeking through the wrong end of a looking glass, 
through all the pain I cry 
when I really should laugh. 
The irony is just too much, 
its nothing I can understand. 
When the bullet goes to hit, 
and I realize there's no gun in my hand. 
Your holding back the hammer, 
you look into my eyes. 
I see a cold dark wall, 
and something that almost resembles a shimmer of light. 
It makes no sense to me, 
how you can see the potential of a bad seed, 
I'll never bloom into a tree, 
but the way you look at me. 
A half pence is just too much, 
but you pay a bag of gold, 
just to see me smile, 
when will reality unfold.

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Our Love Is Enough

We don't need to go out and party,
We don't need to drink,
We don't need to socialize,
We don't need to go shopping,
We don't need to spend money,
We don't need to go to a movie,
We don't need to watch sporting events,
We don't need to go out to eat,
Because we found love,
And our love is enough.

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A Poem For Leaving Friend part 2

Dear Love,
A farewell finally brings us to this day
The day where you chase your dream
The day where you start your future

The sweetest grumpy girl who we ever met
A person with a million mysteries of her
A lovely teacher who never stopped loving and caring her students
A strong character who never quit from the rigors of life

Be the warrior my dear
Be the person who always believe that fate will bring victory in the end
Be the person who never gave up to pursue the dreams
Believe that you never be alone in this

Our prayers are always the best for you
Chennai will never defeat you easily
America will soon be waiting for you
Everything are going to be just fine

Thank you for this past two years
Thank you for being such an extraordinary person
Thank you for giving us the precious moment amid the school's chaos
Thank you for being the most beautiful part of our live

June 9, 2012
Regards to the farewell of my friend Soman, a female teacher who had to go to Chennai to continue her education. Missed her so much :D

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Oh, Blessing You

For the Teachers of Newtown, Conn

Though knowledge must be got with smile,
Today for that which I may you to forgive me,
It has brought across your faces such expression of death,
This unholy crime of being innocent, which you try to safe 
Those lovely lives during a fraction of seconds have gone.

I therefore now do I praise you,
Sweet teachers, stay: What are you and should be!
Make more of you and rise to the kingdom of knowledge
Or where your valor is done who dares to question it and sit above
Or where I supply into your heart
A little more of weep to seal from the ones
Who already have gone.

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Baby Girl Of Mine

I wrote this to help someone special to me:

I lost my daughter today.
Sadness threatens to overwhelm me.
Grief consumes my every thought.
Pain fills my entire body.
The words send a shock to my heart.
My legs fail me as I fall to the floor
Knowing it was to come,
Realizing it is in God’s will,
Nothing makes it easier to deal with.
My heart crumbles under the weight
I know all the pieces will never be found.
A wound created that will never heal.
A constant reminder of what is gone.
Desire to become a forever family.
Hope of taking away too much pain.
Dreams of her eyes filling with child like joy.
Plans of everyday growing up and learning
All cause to mourn, all things I won't get to again see.
I long for the comfort others might have,
Joy her in the arms of someone who truely loves her,
Peace in knowing she is being properly cared for.
The knowledge that we will be together again.
I lost my daughter today.
There are no kisses to brighten my soul.
No grave to visit and seek refuge at.
The rest of the world will never notice,
For the daughter I lost was never really mine.
She is alive somewhere else 
Not by my choice but by theirs
For it is not I that gets to kiss her good night
I lost my daughter today at yet it is like the world does not care
Really she was more mine than theirs... 
I lost my daughter today...
I lost my daughter today...
Don't worry baby girl we will be together ....

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she wonders

She wonders what you’re doing
and how you're living life
what new things did you learn today
and how did you sleep last night
did you feel raindrops on your face
or sunshine in your eye
of all the questions left uknown
the biggest one she has is why
why can’t you be together
why can’t she watch you grow
why can’t she guide you through this world
this she just does not know
but she promises you’ll be together
no matter how long it seems
just know your always in her heart
and always in her dreams

Poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine 
P.G  Always remember sweetie true love is never lost, you will meet again someday.

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Take me out to the ballgame, Mister Cub

                          Mr. Cub, take me out to the ballgame! 
                               A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer! 
                        In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo

                          Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks! 

                                     Let us play, TWO! 

Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field Hallowed be thy name on those ivy covered Brick-house walls

Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done

On earth, as it is in heaven to sit in the sun with the bleacher-bums

Give us this day our daily dread, but remove those lights that some say  offend 

And forgive us our trespasses for trading our best hitters and aces 

As we forgive those same players who then come back, and rub it in our faces

Lead us not, into tenth inning disgraces, and worst of all, with men left on bases 

Deliver us from evil and finishing in last place

And Caray us on to win the pennant race 

All's we're ask ‘in for is a couple a more runs with three men on base

Bring us oh Lord a world series trophy, or it won't be long before were all dopey! 

Our faith be rich, but our pockets are poor, because most of us can't afford a dog or a couple a beers in here! 

Our spirit lives on and we know no fear, so whaddya say we lose the, "wait till next year"!

Mr. Cub is rounding third and headed for home, one more time on this hallowed ground, but we still need a closer for a Cubs World Series win! 

Ronny made the call to one of their friends, "send in the saver, Ernie can't do it all"!  

Now the "LORD's" in the line-up, and Mr. Cub just handed him the ball! 

Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks!  AMEN!

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Lets return our weapons

Never happens never 
Never mourning 
Never cries  
Never losing angels

Let’s return our weapons
Save our children from madness
Losing innocence lives 
Our shame to bear in life

Unless no such law will protect

Let’s make our country
Free of bearing arms  

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Homage to Robert Frost

A simple man, a man apart. He wrote of things he knew... A mending wall, a yellow wood.. Apple picking time, and the gift that is our land.. Woods filling with snow and Promises to keep.. He wrote for the common man and for presidents, And saw greatness in the simple things...
Some phrases above refer to his most popular poems although there are so many more to savor, like a touch that lingers in your memory... Robert Frost, my favorite poet...

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Lewis Leary's shawl

Lewis crept into Harper's Ferry
at cool dawn's light in '59
with angry John Brown,
pursed keen and unkempt
to bleed over his shawl,
then died for his wife

Mary, grew old and gray
and left that stained shawl
for grandson Langston Hughes,
to inspire him someday

Langston took Grandma's shawl 
and took oppression to his heart
to rise up in other words,
"where people suffered 
in beautiful language"*

© Goode Guy 2013-02-03

* Langston Hughes

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Today I learned, once more, the lesson of loss.
Today I learned of a brother gone.
Tonight I pay my respects, in what words I can muster;
forever he is one of us.

I didn’t know him for all too long,
and never got all that close, 
when it really comes down to it;
yet he was family to me.

He was a religious man, and one
that always had a huge grin on his face.
Without fail, he tried to make the rest of us
get along when arguments arose among friends.

He was the first one at my side
when my mother's mother passed away.

He volunteered as a firefighter, before all of this –
he had the strength to offer himself up
both to fight fire when he could,
and get in firefights if he had to.

I remember one day, late last year,
when he came to us and he wished
to lead us in saluting the half-masted flag
on the eleventh of September.

These were his words, on that day:

“In honor and remembrance of all the victims of the 9/11 attacks.
Class BCE 31-13 stood in formation saluting the American flag
in remembrance of everyone who … was associated
with what happened 12 years ago.
May we never forget what went on today
and that we will keep our country safe.
Honoring those who’ve passed before us.
We will stand our ground,
fight for our country
and fight to sustain our freedom.
For our friends, family, and strangers.
Oorah and Semper Fidelis to all.”

To follow something like that, all I can say is this:
almost nobody sees themselves as heroes,
and we never think we’ll get to meet
those who truly are.

We rarely see them as heroes either,
while we still could say our thanks;
it isn’t until they’re beyond our reach
that we realize exactly who has been taken away.

I count myself lucky to have known him.
For what they're going through,
I want to send my best to his first family;
and I'm glad I could be a part of his second.

I don't have his faith, and could not say for sure
if he'll ever read these words;
but I hope he knows exactly how much
a hero will be missed.

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One against many

One against many

A peace campaigner,
Anti war protester,
Brian Haw U.K. Cristian
Dedicated to his beliefs,
His rectitude a mirror,
People of opposition 
How could ever bear,
The One against many !

Blue plaque erected,
His death marks an end
To a historic enterprise,
As we attend the funeral
Assemble to pay tribute
And celebrate peace,
Fighting till last breath,
The One against many !

Symbol of free speech,
An ancient mariner,
An eccentric dash,
A loner with a 
Glittering eye,
Drawling 'B-liar' slogans,
Opposite to gate of 
Commons he shouts,
The One against many!

Cigarettes his only vice,
And lung cancer
Never could undo,
His determination,
Could not be suppressed,
Smoking till 
his last breath,
The One against many !

August 24th, 2014
For contest 'One against many' by Joe Maverick

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Have you ever known someone so brave

Have you ever known someone so brave?
That for you and me they risk their lives 
Knowing they could end up in the grave
Because they are fighting for our Country
With a willing heart to save
And please never forget all the other sacrifices they have gave

And please remember when you see our flags colors
The red, white, and blue
That we were given this chance for freedom
Because of what our military men and woman
Risking their lives for me and you 
So please when you have the chance 
Tell them Thank you, Thank you,
For all you do

Oh- have you ever known someone
That you look up to that is a hero in your eyes
Some one better than any comic book superman
For me that will always be my military man
He has shown me what it means to be brave
And just give all you can give even
When knowing there is a chance 
that you can end up in the grave
Because you’re willing to save
Oh- These men and woman who fight 
For our country are just so brave
With a heart of gold they have gave
So please when you have the chance 
Tell them Thank you, Thank you,
For all you do

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A Rich Tribute

Mother Teresa been a historical,
and an important,
and a humble figure,
as she had dedicated her life for the poor and the needy indeed, 
the best tribute one can give her is by quoting a single quote of her,
out of the many though, 
the one mentioned below seems to be more precise,
in today’s world,
“Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given”
in the rush of acquiring money,
many have forgotten this lovely aspect,
the aspect of love,
which is much greater than money,
and had crossed a number of boundaries,
from times immemorial,
today jealousy, selfishness, greed have taken over love,
wherein money is not that great,
than love itself,
as love is like a ‘Can’,
which can be filled from the top to the bottom,
unlike money,
which needs to be filled from the bottom instead,
love is greater than money indeed,
as we do love our Gods,
our wives,
the children,
whether they be ours,
or of others,
without distinguishing between their caste, creed, colour,
Love is indeed greater,
as we love the newborns born into this world,
our friends ,
wherein love can also help us to defeat our enemies too,
without love,
no one can progress on,
and neither the countries too,
Therefore love is greater than money indeed!!

'Quote and Author':-
“Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given”- Author: 'Mother Teresa'

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Beloved Friend I Have Fallen

An angel, cradles me, in her motherly arms
I have fallen, I am venerable 
I told myself, I would not do this, no more
I have failed to keep my promise, to you
I have not stayed true
Tears flowing, as I smile, just, for you!
Remembering the times, when you cupped my face, in your hands
Your blue eyes, gazing into mine
Telling me with sincerity
‘I am the sunshine, that lights up your world, each day that dawns’
My heart aches, it rains with love, having fond memories of us
Wash me clean, being human, is challenging me!
Emotional bondage, creating blocks
I need to move on, you are dead and buried
Your time here, over
My heart struggling, accepting this reality
“Forgive me”
I pray to be free!
“I Love you, my beloved, friend”

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Untitled in 1-27-90

I sat in a kind of wasted skin stupor and 
try to make sense of my reality idiom in pisces 
blue A minor sequence aqueoushumor blind sigh-ted
by a dubious passion to be a teacher of pious on
metaphors to go to the holy innocents of a yestertommorrow
I talk ramble by day of the slammer sociomenace 
while they glassed eyed park their sick l cells in  
unneutral and (in double park synapse in tow---let me catch an old
glimmer of naked frenzy-taut as a stretched, cracked
brittle rubber band praying for one last turnstretch to 
flipfly a higher band than the last cloud pattern, given 
to the raised eyebrows of montoya clammerings of hocus
pocus Jekyll/Hyde explosive endeavor trick or treats
without the brownwhite wrapper or the righteous look
pinch pout pocket of a boy dowell. Keep the false faith friends,

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There are Such Men

His body sat there,  in its chair, unmoved, 
but for the whims of those who care an hour
or so, until the time clock sets them free,
yet he has left them long ago, his stare
misleading lesser travelers 
who stand in elevators and in trains and are
quite unaware of their imprisonment
in other chairs less mobile, but much more
confining to the mind.

It is a question, truly,  who may claim
to pity whom, and where the markers are
along the way; of when the watchers are
the watched, of how ideas play upon
the screens before or just behind their eyes.

And do we patronize a liberty
we may not know?  Are there true, wondrous lands
to which the tiny particles within
alone may go? The Steven Hawkings of
the universe depart at will aboard
these spirit ships, invisible in port,
and then upon returning will report
the finding of an India that we
had never seen, or never ever dreamed.

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Neil Armstrong

The great man is dead
And he may find in this voyage
So many Columbus that left us blind
Without knowledge
Of earth indisputable speck
Steering the shipwreck
With malfunctioned cameras of dream.

The great man is dead
What this this new situation for him
Who made the first step
Through the wilderness of galaxies
On the threshold of the moon
Ambiguous mystery of origin
That makes man's giant leap?

The great man is dead,
An an entire age follows after him
Dwindling our thirst for adventure
By the measure fear
Of what our puny worth affords.
He was our Balboa there.
Death is something that happened here
A long before parachute sail
Confronted the invisible with dead arguments.

Death then is his escape
The brilliant subplot of faith
Refuting all the universe as strings
For why die to become what already are
Stars die to become stars
He dies to give back to dust
What dust has denied it wants to be.
The death of great men
Still make us see, how common we are
How similar from birth to end
How flimsy the mirage in which we pretend.

Shall I tell him farewell
Whom I soon shall meet 
Not differing in status, not separated by class
Just dust of star become food for grass
That shall in one soon season
Become indistinguishable from us
Little specks
In the universe of great mysteries.
Let me salute him who fired boyhood to believe
Life is greater than man's logic perceives.

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Eric -RIP-

Why did you leave?
Oh companion of mine
Why did you leave?
Twas it really your time? 
Did you see no point in staying 
another measly day? 
By my side if you were oh the 
things I would say! 
Judge you, I would not
Tis not in my nature
The emptiness I feel from your 
passing measures to that of a 
A bullet took your life
One blast and it's through
What pains me to know is the 
gun was held by you
All you left behind was a note 
for family and friends
Inscribed were many ' I love 
you's ' 
And your deep heartfelt 
No need to say sorry
For you lived a full life
I shall always remember this 
through the pain, struggles, 
and strife
'You don't know what you got 
until what you got is no more'
Oh how this saying is true!
As the tears stream my face 
and I reminisce of you
With anger in our eyes and 
pain in our hearts
We lay you to rest
Hoping that solace will 
overflow in our lives
We miss you Eric 
This is in plain black and white
Had we the power we'd wish 
you back to life
I take comfort in knowing one 
day we'll meet again
Beyond the pearly gates 
reunited  as friends
This is NOT goodbye
Only a brief farewell
When shall we meet again?
Only time will tell

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The Pied Piper of Hamelin

Piping loud
(An Epitaph  to the unsung hero William Blake)

Fighter he was with
Bow of burning gold:
Arrows of desire:
Chariot of fire!

He heard the lamb’s innocent call
And the ewe’s tender reply.
Always remembered who made the lamb.
Never ceased Mental Fight
Never allowed Sword to sleep
To build Jerusalem

In England’s green land
He roamed from field to field
Tasted all the summer’s pride
In the sunny beams did glide

Craved for love, mercy, pity, peace
He turned to the garden of love
That bore so many sweet flowers
Joy was his name
To him Art is naked beauty displayed

July 28, 2014
Form: Epitaph in free verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: Unsung Heroes by Carol Eastman

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Somethin like inspirations creation

This must be what inspiration does
I'll be her junkie if she'll be my drug
If she wanna play bonnie I'll be her thug
Put them together got some gangster love

Nightly turning headboards to sawdust
She safe with me like daddy warbucks
So beautiful cant help but be awestruck
This must be a web cause we both stuck

Like a flawless diamond she exquisite
Her body I visit then mentally revisit
Just felt gods gift the touch of her lips
Like a sinking ship she overwhelms this

Some choose to cheat when their already winning
Every new nights just like the beginning
Im way past content Im gone off her scent
Must be hiding her wings cause she's sure heaven sent

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In Memoriam

Three words comprise the frame my son last made:
his soft "Hey, dad" to greet me on the phone,
his single, loving "Papa" with our last embrace--
and in between?...just Mark, the man to fill
a thousand frames invisibly in love
that clings unbound to arms, to blood, to tears...
who threw his hisory away unowned
and paid for it with memory alone.

Eleven years are here to testify
the sweetness in the settlement was not
enough, that though the picture glows
with spirit timelessness, it shuns the touch,
the laughter, the uncertainty that spears
the mind, seizes on the unexplored,
and must rejoice inside the now.

It is for you who read, to intercede
in the rejoicing...I must let it go
a little while, although I know
there is no need to pray
that Mark and I will follow through
within the morning's deathless day.

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My Mothers Doll

Weeping on the window sill.
A long pass love to give.
A doll that with stand time.
Like wear and tear on its strings inside.
The sand that flows in an hour glass.
Is a way to find a love that pass.
My mother holds it once again.
A cool person who love to give.
She gives it to my brothers daughter.
With it sitting on a spindle it can spin.
To thread it back into its former self.
It begins a new love with in.

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A tribute to Chan

A tribute to Chan

Getting euphoric,
Million things to do...
while I am alive,
Time is short yet
the torch still glows !

Collecting toys and vintage boxes,
I am a geek,
Star Wars fanatic,
I am Tolkien,
I create collage,
Pentagram based artwork,
Geometrical and optical art, 

Rhymer in guitar,
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
Every kind my brother,
I am just that archaic poet,
Chan dale hurst,
An emblem of Artistry !!

Written December 10th, 2014
A tribute for' Chan dale hurst' 
Thanks to Cyndi Macmillan

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Nice Catch

I don't know you but

We share the same name
We love the same game 

Nice catch ;)

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Bread Crumbs

I found another crumb the other day. 
A perfectly placed reminder of you. 
A tiny morsel to stave off my hunger for your presence, and your diminishing love. 
But it does not keep the hunger quiet for long. 
I search every corner for the next crumb. 
Hoping there will be a trail of breadcrumbs leading back to you. 
Back to your presence, back to your shy smiles, and good intentions. 
But I know I don't live in any fairy tales and these crumbs are getting harder to find. 
But I will keep looking just as foolish as I ever was.

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We'll Change The World

Consequences, consequences punishments and lost friendships even with they seem so endless they're gone before the dawn Then when the dawn is here again we are revived, new life begin and the sin was washed away don't have to pray when he talks to me Your weakness makes us stronger, longer if we are quiet, we're quite somber slipping slowly into the water excuses are what hold us under We hold ourselves there until we're ready to take hold of the wheel with enough direction to have control we all can get there, but who ever knows until hope and fear are recognized we'll change the world, not afraid to try.

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Keep The Light In Sight

If I do, I hope that I Exit in the presence of Jesus Christ we go far back do he and I for his greater mercy once saved my life Five long lost years have past since then I gave my all so he forgave my sins a weary soul, crucified I hope he's holding me the day I die I tried my damndest to find the light and when I found it kept it in sight it's never left me I know I'm right come try and take it I'll end your night I look up fondly to the sky an understanding between he and I one time I asked him lend me his eyes and I saw a world left cold and dry In conversation we talk, no words he understands me when I'm most unheard think I'm absurd what are you? a higher being? still much confused You think the answer lies in your ways I think the Devil must be repaid he'll collect heavy your wasted time as you spend eternity at his side I see a servant for wickedness try to distract me one more dismissed I keep on walking through the night as I keep his spirit so well alive I wear your pride inside my skin as you race to the finish I just begin to be a soldier alone with the night nothing to warm me but his light in sight.

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Fare Thee Well, Madiba Page 2

You gave us that, Grand Warrior
You conquered my anger and my bitterness
You conquered my vengeance, Madiba
You showed the World the way, Madiba
And forged a great nation, the Rainbow Nation
I was there with the happy multitudes

Yet now I must accept the dictates of life
The dictates of humanity, of who we are
You leave us a strong Nation, South Africa
Where we had lived like unwelcome strangers
We are now the proud owners and shapers
Of our collective destiny and inheritance

I know and we all know that your life
Great Son of Hendry and Nosekeni 
Descendant of King Ngubengcuka
I say we now know without a doubt
That your life had a great purpose
And your departure a great legacy

How does one mourn a hero of your stature?
How does one mourn a great statesman?
How does one mourn a Grand Warrior?
Except to say you were posted to Azania
That we may see the light and be free
And are now en route to another front?

Go well, my brother, Great Son of Africa 
We shall never forget, brother mine,
Carne da mesma carne, sim,
Your call for peaceful coexistence
For we know, my brother, yes, we know
We are in the same South Africa boat.

I want you to know, Madiba, my Brother,
As you embark on your final journey
That millions are distraught to see you go
And that of all those, I am the most distraught. 
May your legacy endure throughout the ages!
Goodbye, symbol of our freedom, adeus.

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Fare Thee Well, Madiba Page 1

Goodbye, Grand Warrior of Mveso
Of Qunu, of Transkei, of Soweto
Grand Warrior of Rivonia and Robben Island
Goodbye, Grand Warrior of Azania, of Africa
Fare thee well, beloved icon of the World
Fare thee well, resilient Madiba

I speak not with anger though I ought to
I speak not with bitterness though I should
These you banished, Grand Warrior
When you embraced humanity and hope
You battled anger, bitterness and vengeance
You won peace, truth and freedom

And you won Africa and the World
Grand Warrior, you won them all
You won me over, too, Madiba
For while you were on the Isle
Frozen in time and space
Anger and vengeance we embraced

Where are our people? (Silence)
What have you done to our people? (Silence)
Where is the justice for our people? (Silence)
Can silence answer me? (Silence)
What’s that you say? What?
And again they responded with silence.

Why, we asked, why this impunity?
Why pretend to be a Nation
A Nation, that is, without a State?
Was that not, we asked ourselves, 
What you were prepared to die for?
What you were frozen in time and space for?

So, anger we seized, arms outstretched
And stoked the fire of vengeance, yes
Many were the casualties, as you know
And much blood was shed and limbs broken
As witness the myriad battles and battlefronts
That turned South Africa into a war zone

Then finally and triumphantly, Grand Warrior
You and the thousands that were incarcerated
For giving voice or limb to our cause
Returned home, Grand Warrior,
As free men and women of a Nation
In need of a leader and a Vision
(Please continue to Page 2)

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The Architect

Look around you!
See, the now is everwhere
as spirits fly from flesh
bent over drafting tables,
sharing vision with the last
of Wright's apprentices.  
What messages will flow
across the global plain?
What secret sinews celebrate
their isolation from millenia
of boxes heaped upon themselves?

Free spirits all
and Wright, sardonic ghost
unwitting father of beneficence
assumes a single facet
in a cosmic jewel/

For now, this planetary face
has made a synthesis of art
to house our work, and play,
and inspiration.
Now the schools roam free,
thank God!

Boxes opening
inhabitants embraced,
stone and glass are lovers,
not containers, shadows,
now reflections...
workers, prison free, are celebrants.
The style of life, an artform
feeding skylines,
movements in a synphony
of form and tempi.
Outside is in
and passageways
are petals hovering, their flowers
offering a time of rest
before their faded fall,
paving paths of hope.

For now. design inspires
the theatre of street,
and races drawn together, birth
a culture free of wizened dreams,
embracing Guggenheim, and Sidney
and the wonders of an age
of mystics yet to come.

For now, I pray you free, young man,
for Wright is dead, and your festivity
is in your stretching and your knowing,
just as he a century ago seized faith
in broken icons--you
and sisters, brothers, give us hope
of revelation still beyond our sight,
another new tomorrow--bursting light!

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Missing You

I miss your smile
    the giggling sound.

I miss your touch
    the warm embrace.

I miss your smell
    the inevitable fragrance.

I simply miss you.

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Ode To Yesterdays Past

I confess I rarely take the time
To thank the past for Yesterday
And that I rarely miss a chance
To mumble some complaint: 

How fast you went, 
How little of your time I spent, 
How much I've lost to you, 
How much of you I regret! 

But though you took with you
Todays I wished to keep
I've not forgotten
The many Todays
That Yesterday got me through.

To Yesterdays I raise my glass
A toast to faithful friends of past
Too often overlooked and
Not too often thanked.

So here's to Yesterday -
For never forgetting to take away
The burdens of Today. 

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Still with me

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl, 
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. 

RIP My Puppy Camille <3 
I love you babygirl

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At times my tears involuntarily flow
because I was unprepared for the pain
of your sudden departure;
and the loneliness of the paths
on which we walked together;
and the emptiness of the places
where your voice is now silent.
I often go to the garden to seek solace
and find that each tree and plant and leaf
and every blade of grass testify 
of your patient and tender care.

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Gathering flowers of the imagination tribute

Tales of Tomorrow, Alfred Hitchcock Presents                                                             Science Fiction Theatre,  One Step Beyond                                                                   The Twilight Zone,  Way Out, The Outer Limits                                                           Night Gallery, Journey To The Unknown                                                                     Ghost Story- Circle of Fear,  Fantasy Island                                                                Tales of the Unexpected,  Mystery!,   Darkroom                                                           The Hitchhiker,  Tales from the Darkside,  Amazing Stories                                           The Ray Bradbury Theater,  Tales from the Crypt,  Monsters                                              Among these you probably have a favorite anthology 

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Matris Dei caeli et terrae
Quam dulce, quam sancte, quam pulchra es
In quo mihi quotidie cupit
Veni ad me saties gratiarum
Illud etiam nunc in omnibus!

Solium tuum perstat in caelo
Nemo potest vincere.
Tempore evertens tua potentia est
Quisque subsunt sua.
Radix est ante saecula,
Homo non capere potest.
Tua auctoritas ambit omnia,
Nemo potest ponere terminum.
Your essentia et esse est infinita,
Non est qui semper superstes potest!

O mater dolor
Exaudiat te genuit
Terra autem occiderunt vos
Per tuum, et vivam dolor in terra
Donec requiescat in sinu tuo?

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Thank You Laura

Been just over a year since my trip of dreams
Travelling across our country, seeing every beauty of the land
Swooping through mountains of snow and looking down upon valleys below
Lost yet overwhelmed with excitement, not knowing where I would go

In Victoria is where I met you
Cooped up in a little hostel where you and Katie could barely fit through the door
As you carried a house in your bag ready for a camping adventure
Only to spend time together for a few days but ones that mean more than words could say

As I opened up with stories to show my life in scattered pieces
Your generous and honest heart worked to help sew me back up
You believed in everything I could be when I did not know how
You pushed me to fight and strive for more because you saw that inside of me

The strength I saw our friendship grow in only a matter of hours is something so special
It gives me meaning and purpose every day I feel down because I know kindness exists
People may hide to show it when they feel victim but there’s goodness in all of us
You took every moment you had to breathe that compassion, and I will never forget you

You were an amazing lady
And I’ll miss you
Thank you so much Laura.

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We shine bright like the sun that breaks the horizon each morning,
our hearts beat as one with the vibrational energy of the earth, our voice 
sympothises with every hurt. 
Through every trial hold our heads up, each day we strive for the better, all
our lif e we emphasise, we change cause we realize that day to day nothing stays the same.

Tears of joy, tears of pain fall from our face, emotionally out of place. The love from our hearts deeply hydrate a dry soul, our touches never feel the same, each one has 
it's own replenishings.

Do things we said we'd never do, sacrafice our life just to please you. Each passing day 
is a new awakening, the joy's of life, we'll soon find, our hearts may bend but never break, stand up straight, wipe the tears from your face, you are beautiful, trust and believe and you'll make it through.

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Christy's sleep

like a dancer with a walking stick, i wait for dawn
to crawl, heroically, from your womb, strong
and noble as a caring man can.
with murder on his breath, and filth below his toes.


when winter eats the last desserts,
and heaven washes the sheets where
we both used to lay. i sometimes want
to say something after the desire to say is gone.


every time i taste my blood,
like wax paper melted thick in bubbles
behind my tongue, i think of birth of words.
and what knifed silence holds in store.


like a man left in the rain, for nights,
a chewed cigar, damp with sickness that
survived the dew, i hold the door
for you, and only you, wake up everywhere i call home.


every venture is a straight jacket for our love.
when you try to think, when you wait and say,
"just wait." my heart always says, no.
i cannot wait, but for you i wait....


until the world that you invent sees
that i and i alone, have caught the water
in my steps, and left the unicorn a horn
to call her mother, and her pets, when nothing else is wrong.


so put your pretty fingers in the ink
that i have bled. and tell our precious fortunes
in the cards that stick like blood to your cautious hands,
and soothes, like art, but truth, your fretting head.

and rest.

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Of Helen Kellar

We thought to care for her, to give her life
inside her tomb, surrounding her 
with sound and sight though second-hand, 
with all the light of knowledge 
and the color of our joie de vivre.  
We would create in her a channel 
to a world she could not understand--
then revel in her gratitude.

What irony, that she, the partial woman
that we playful gods created
showed her partiality to other suns she knew
that we did not.  Outrageous!
She the teacher that we had to teach
to learn?  She, the one who found serenity
in that rich silence unoccluded by 
the lightning swords, the battle hymns
the marchers' vanity called truth.

No, Helen's sight emerges from a realm
that we, encumbered by the ear and eye,
must be denied,  lest she let us in to see...
lest she share with us the symphony
upon her private stage, and via
some miraculous device that she
would like to give away to us 
who wear our blindfolds much too readily.

I must confess to jealousy
sequestered in my shadowed room,
upon my little bench, and wishing
that I knew what Helen did, and had
resource to reach into my dark
and bring out light, too magnificent
for me alone to keep.

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Spread Your Wings, Kailee

My friend says she's a turtle
Locked away in her shell
But that's only to people
Who don't know her very well

In reality she's a caterpillar
That hasn't made her cocoon 
She will become a butterfly,
And that should happen very soon!

She said I am a lion
And that I protect the weak
But inside I feel small and shy,
And very very meek.

On the outside I may look big
Yet I feel very small
I'll admit I have a big heart
And it has room for all.

So my friend, I want you to see
That what you are you'll not always be,
Right now you may heave and sigh
But soon you'll be a butterfly!

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The Wind Will Never Forget

The tears of life now sleep with them
the guns have found their silence.
These fields of war are now in peace,
only the poppies remain 

These red petals that cover this land
with remembrance of yesterday,
of the suffering and pain,
for our lads have passed this way.

These brave boys
Who bore their innocence 
to this thing we call war
who renounced their gift of life for us

Strangers to you and me
yet more dearer to our souls than family
for here lies the cross of Jesus
the pain of everyman

That sacrifice that only youth can give
their epitaph is our peace 
The rose of England bows its head
in reverence and humbled grace
and may god bless all of them

For our boys were the roses
that flowered in every village
the Jack’s and Jimmie’s
the Tom’s and the Bert’s
No more footsteps for mother to hear
their laughter stolen by the wind
all quiet now in village square

But on a wall in a foreign land
their names are lovingly remembered.
Grandchildren shout their names with pride
for they are the seeds of England
 this immortal rose cannot die
for they were beautiful 

And we who are alive
you who take the time to stop
who bow your heads in silence
will feel their pain
Feel the pain of Nations grief
as the petals fall from above
and we will remember life
for life is what they gave to us
The poppies that grow in Flanders field
are reminders of those who have no grave
and our tears will remember them too.
We who live in freedom,
because of them, because of them.

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In Sight of Saul

He walked along the country road
suffused with guilt...the archetype
of arrogant despair 
bearing unknown void 
as some monstrosity ballooning; 
thus encumbered,  saw the gloom
take on decay
until upon his solemn march

a grace appeared;  he saw no more
and then his hands were warmed
as one who understands compassion--
suddenly may seek to let it heal.
Reality wore different dress;
allthough there was duress 
that still prevailed--a wretchedness 
confessed within a new holistic fire
created endings for a man
faced with a birth that centuries
beyond would celebrate.

He would see again the choice;
the restless rest exchanged,
he would attain quixotic glory
in the pain that he could own,
and thus refreshed,  
would make it known 
across millennia.

Hard-pressed without a doubt,
a self to find serenity
inside the passion of this
feisty little man obsessed
with lightning and with love,
the one who from the darkened path
had stumbled to a martyr's paradise
enabled by the eyes of God.

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The Force

They are a miracle of life
For they survive the trail of life
They have brought forth life
Caring and Loving
Soft and warm
Always taken for granted
Open your eyes before it's to late
They are Mothers
They are woman
Flowers in our garden of life
They give us head aches
More important
Our children they give
A tender touch after a long day
Supporting us when times are hard
Read my words and know
They are special
They are woman

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A Tribute To Myself

A Tribute To Myself
On a daily, daily basis, I have placed myself in alignment to love myself.
It is a daily struggle that is a collaboration of all the other things I have to do.
So I tell myself you are worthy, beautiful, blessed, ingenious so on and so forth and that
God has plans especially for you. These plans are special, because I am the navigator
the captain that is in charge.
What am I doing? I am paying tribute to myself for the person that I am, will be and have
been in the past. I pay homage to myself a docile being, waiting to be gift wrapped with
excitement. Today will be my day, the special day.
It contains no humiliation, no forest before the trees.
Only me my beautiful formation that everyone wants to see, be and take part of.  I liken
to myself like no other has before.
This a tribute to myself, will go on as it has before.
It brings with it the tenacity of truth, which warrants victory.
As it should, and as I drink, drink this concoction that I created each morning of
fresh rosemary, ginger and green tea all the things that are good for me.
I chant to myself " God thank you for the strength of just being able to make it through
the day".

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I dedicate these things to who I am

A water fall, and streams of tender beauty,
emerging through the night, whispers in silence
of rivers with naked hearts, 

Roses dancing with
the stars over their heads, and singing Rock
Bands with love songs, 

A thou chocolate kisses that melt
and turn to sweet hymns, and like little drops of heaven
more peace grows in my white footsteps, 

Warm up a thou
fur, fur that never stops caressing the night, 
A nocturnal flower
waiting to be kissed, 

I am like the word Precious,
because precious cannot be ignored, 

Like a placid lake and falling thin rain 
bringing a gentle slow melody,
captivating each touch, 

I am not these things
they just live in me.


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Rest in peace

            Rest in peace
I was with you,
 when the sun was down,
I follow you every time,
when you need me,

I look into your eyes,
Girl I melt to my soul,

What you say you want,
I gave without a question,

Can't go on a vacation 
If not with you,

Is like there is no life 
Without you,

Oh baby,
See what your love is doing to me,

All night we  wallow in  7th heaven,
Day break in arms we weak up with joy,

All day we always stick together like
Bee and honey,

Life is great with love,

I vowed to always love you,
And you saw I meant it,

My words were never mere words baby,
I got no air without you,

Oh baby why do you left me,

Death is evil 
When it come too early,

I never know,
You will leave me,
so quick in this cold world,

Every day I cry,
Like my tears can bring you back to life,

Oh baby why did you go,
Now inside I cant breath a new air,

My head shaved,
My bear cut down,

As I morn my love,

I know where ever you are 
You still love me,

I know you can see
What life is with me,

I know that death,
Can not take away,
all we had share together,

Cynthia nduakpor,
I miss you more than words could say.
Rest in peace.

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Song To D H Lawrence

~Song To D. H. Lawrence~ 
(Free Verse) 

So captivating you are  to me for sure
Elegant rhythms beckons all your world 
Creating dreams painting of your soul 
In all your written words with much love 

Your great spirit called on to sweet nature 
So brilliantly expressed in many your quill 
In all your exquisit poems of  nature and love 
Enticing more with each bouquet all the moods 

Composing in beautiful meters goes your song
In all your sublime gardens of romance and joy 
So much passion from your mind has been given 
Now your thoughts flying on wings of beauty and love. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


Authors notes:

~D. H. Lawrence~ 

David Herbert Lawrence was an English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter who published as D. H. Lawrence. His collected works, among other things, represent an extended reflection upon the dehumanizing effects of modernity and industrialization. In them, some of the issues Lawrence explores are emotional health, vitality, spontaneity and instinct. 

Born: September 11,1815 
Died: March 02, 1930 

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Daffodils and dandelions

There were times in this world
when I stopped dreaming
when I had ceased to believe in love
Then you came into my life
and without you knowing
you showed me back my heart
I thought I lost it,
I realized, I did not..
then I started to smile..
I am grateful for everyday
that I am living
because each day
becomes more and more beautiful
to be living in.
you inspire me..
I have belief  in myself.
I have belief in this world.
and I have belief
that anything is possible
and that nothing
is too big or too small to handle.
This world is a better place
because you stood up
and reminded me
that life is too precious to waste
and that only we can change
who we are, no one else..
to keep on believing..
to keep on looking forward..
to wish upon the stars
to look up on the clouds
to be better..
to be calm..
to be HAPPY....<3

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Bukowski Contest

-The Last Straw-

Sometimes he went too far
out of the sunlight into the dark
into places the sun couldn't find
shifting the wind to suit his own fall
speeding through life with his back to the wall
where he'd spit in the eye, 
yet with something to find
spilling his guts to a new kind of rule
wading through fog, watching the world
unfurl in a dream
that was seen through a glass
while he looked for asylum in the black of the night

Boomerang words were like bats out of hell
to dwell in the mind and rattle the bones
of someone with soul, who feels all alone
changing their world from the outside in

Students mull over his words, taking sides 
A skate on thin ice
may call it nice........some call it sludge
slugging it out, from opposite sides

Some can't decide........ some claim to hate it

Fate has a name.  Genius I'd say
Some of us stumble, and tumble right in

For Contest Sponsored By Amy Green 4/7/14

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Unsung Hero Audrey

                Unsung Hero Audrey

Audrey Hepburn, not just another pretty face
Eloquent little girl, fragile beauty, boundless grace 
Danced upon the stage and world
A young star started out with humble voice and noble causes
Accomplished ballerina making money on her early path
And running messages deep within the Dutch Resistance
WWII was no simple feat for Audrey and her selfless acts
If caught in both activities it meant an instant death
By those in opposition to her quest
But she prevailed.   All that has passed
And she remained with us as blessed   
The Hepburn Children’s Fund for fighting hunger
And UNICEF continue with her aid, at her bequest
Though she is gone, no longer with us
Her causes continue on with energy and spirit
The world still sings her song
Our hero, we love you Audrey, unsung little one
We sing your praises
Rest in peace sweet princess

           Created 7/31/14 for - Unsung Hero contest

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Baby Girl

I write this  for my sweet Baby Girl,
    Who means more to me now then anything in this world .
How she can make me smile and laugh out loud,
    Never has a woman ever made me feel so prideful & proud.
These dreams I have of her each and all of my nights.
    Awakens me every single day feeling so good and right .
For so many years I have waited for this day ,
    Finally a woman that makes me feel this way.
So filled with so much joy as my heart constantly glows,
    And those who see me will never doubt this  I know.
This beautiful and most wonderful Sweet Baby Girl,
    Is all I will ever want or need in this whole world. 

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Nothing left aside,
He lay on his back
Eyes fixed at ceiling fan.
Reminiscence of Predicament
Of travels in shade
Sojournment in places many.
Land of beautiful women
Back waters,
Port wine and pure lust
Day of extravaganza
Deep poverty and sickness
Malaria and white gold
Girl with wheat complexion
Singing and swaying
"By the rivers of Babylon
Song bringing sad notes.

Trafficking powder,
False passports.
My Babylon girl,
Let not the blue venom
Gushing in veins
Graze your purity.
Move along.

Dirt in prison, cockroaches
Unspent day and nights
Unseen hands plucking
From cells with sticky sweat.

None to see
None to visit
Branded jail bird
Salty breeze from
Back waters.
Brought back past
Like a roll of film.

Mom's eyes rolling
To void yonder
Mutiny in the house
Dad like St. George
Killing the dragon with spear.

No love, but barrenness
No cups filled with dew
Mom , salt of life, gone.
Dirt and grease nauseating, stinking
Life........rotten smell in air.

Leaves of fan rotating
In a primitive rhythm
A sterile thought
Death wish-

Sorcery of rotation
Sweat and inebriation
An outcast
A glide, a long curve
The knot

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Childhood Tree

       Childhood Tree
(severe criticism is invited, welcomed, and urged)

He was supposed to be there still
when I returned in forty years.
But a boy's home town
is metamorph and tolerates
old maples patiently until
old homes come down; new ones rise.
I'm glad I wasn't there the day
he could no longer kiss 
the sky, but fell and shuddered
on the earth,  and bled in green.

Though not unique, this grandiose
old fellow was my first true friend;
I mourned him more than any human
that I knew, and though I hold
no faith in spirit trees, I was aware
when I came back, of his success
in taking part of me along.

It is forever I have lost 
the sostenuto of his loyallty.
Forever that his thunder of lament
is still--in heaven's now, perhaps,
or in the glade of hell.

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A new life
the offspring of the Rosonow's
a new form
a new shape
a new girl
a new world
the beauty of a new baby is embraced a new mother's arms
how beautiful she is like a green pasture
she is a pure soul and a clean heart
she is like a star that glistens brightly during the night hours
waiting in the sky to be look upon and loved
times together
all in the form of a precious little girl
a new life
a new form
a new shape
a new girl
a new world
open eyes and open hearts

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Random Meeting

                                        Random Meeting

                      A random  meeting in a doctor's office today.
                         Met a familiar gentleman ,with I think 
                                       similar views.

                                 A nice conversation ensued.
                              Two strangers , an enjoyable wait,
                                      ending with good news.

                                        Anne Rutherford
                                          Dec. 6th/13

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The Phantom of the Opera

If I were Christine,
I would have chosen The Phantom
His genius, unique beyond comparison
His voice-indescribable
When he sings
It sends chills down my spine
And I close my eyes
And let the magic of his music carry me far away
I would like to believe
That he would have been a great person to know
Had he been a little more friendly
I would like to believe
That he would have given the world such beauty
If given the chance
But even at a young age
He was tortured and tormented
And never once
Given his opportunity to shine
But in my heart
He will always be
Shining brightly
And inspiring the music that grows in me

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She Looked Into His Eyes

She looked into his eyes,
Sought and found that which he hid
From all the world;
She came to know that he Loved her,
She smiled and talked to him,
He was mesmerised by her charms:
She seemed Free--Free from the World--
He tried looking away,
But couldn't--
Did what she asked him to,
Except that she couldn't get him
To move away from her now...

So one fine day,
As he held his breath,
Watching her dab the tip of a knife
Into that Bottle labelled 'Sweet',
He knew her Sweetness
Was beyond all doubt:
She smiled at him,
Looked into his eyes--
A tear drop seemed to form in hers--
Those beautiful, brown eyes..

While this happened, she told him to be careful,
"I don't want you to get hurt", she said.
He didn't understand,
She didn't explain. Only smiled.
Then, thrust the knife into his chest!

She backed away, dropping the bottle:
It now read, 'Poison'--
She cried to herself and ran away.
He didn't stop her:
Just remembered her beautiful smile,
Closed his eyes,
Rolled down softly to the floor,
And fell into an eternal,
Blissful sleep.....

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King David and my David

I knew a little shepherd boy,
handsome and full of courage.
He once slew a bear,
with a hand bare of weapon.
He had snuffed out the life of a lion,
And giants were toys he could break.
He was strong at heart and body
A man after God's heart he was.
Yet, he had his flaw,
and was weak as any man could be.
He once hewed coal on his chest,
and was burnt to the marrow thereof.
Though, great pardon he got when he repented,
yet, the scare was too much to fade.
Biblical King David is my hero indeed,
For I have learnt from his strength and weakness.
Another David now I have.
He is my hero and prince charming,
A kind and loving husband,
who can give out his precious eyes, 
for another to know the joy of seeing.

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a poem to you Jesus Christ

you gave me a reason to live,
your my inspiration in my life.
every nation knows your name,
above all the earth land and all the 
nothing compare to had the 
power to create me.
you created my life
you gave me something
that nobody can't give me,
the creation of me,you molded me into
a person
you loved me before i was even born
you knew my name before anyone else
you lived to die,just for was alone
you took the fall for my sins,

you wiped my tears when i was sad and lonely
you gave me the strength to become a stronger 


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TGI Friday

In a restaurant 
Elvis hung on a wall
Slightly crooked –
-nostalgic sepia,
Trademark pompadour.

His far away gaze
Staring blankly
Out at nowhere,
Through a window
At the drabness beyond.
In the background
“Always on my mind”,
Plays quietly behind the scenes -
- while a midday sun
Trickles colour into Elvis.

I leave after coffee
And take a walk 
Down lonely street,
Where I will search for
Elvis in heartbreak hotel -
- I need to tell him
How much I miss him. 

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Tribute to 9-11-01

Two shadows where thousands of ghosts,
Saw their last moments so high up in the air.

Everything stopped, no one could move,
They couldn't speak, they wouldn't dare.

Few ran in as others ran out,
Many died in graves of rebar and concrete.

Too many were never found,
Too many never walked down that street.

Some say the world stopped turning,
For some, it seemed it had.

Too many felt the pain, too many cried,
More and more dead, the world was sad.

This is for all those who died on September 11, 2001 and their family members. You're in our hearts and prayers. Many people have forgotten and moved on but those who lost family and friends that day, it will never end for them. 

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Nelson Mandela

We have never met, but
I first heard about you, when I was young.
Good, bad
I’m not sure.
Locked away for years,
My friends never said a word,
We were just children, fed, clothed;
Maybe no one had told them about your land
Or, they did not comprehend.

I heard songs, 
Saw protests and placards.
I did not fully understand,
But I do remember;
The anger, the despair.
South Africa House 
An iconic place.
Outside, everyone gathered to
“Cry Freedom”.

On my 25th Birthday
You were headline news, memorable;
We talked about you at home.
Still no word from my friends back then
Did they know how you had suffered,
What you stood for.
I don’t see them now, but
I still have the paper from the day you were released.

Twenty years on,
I’m standing on the step
Where you once stood. Walking,
Where you had trodden.
I cannot believe I am here.
The iconic place.
Momentarily, I close my eyes 
But you don’t appear and, anyway,
You do not know who I am.

Or, maybe you do.
Not me, but all those like me
Who want freedom and change;
Admire your dignity and calm
And now we wait, knowing
Although you will soon be gone
You will leave us all with hope.
We can work together.
I sit
Talk about you with my children,
My friends.
We never met, but
We wait.

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Birdsong twitters
Sunlight flickers in and out of clouds
Weaving messages with light
You resonate with sound

Chirping virtuoso
Eco vibrato on a pleasing wind
A melody to serenade my ears
As wings glide legato 
Wings flap staccato
From bird’s eye view
Your chorus chimes

I beg reprise ...

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The Metaphysical Monument

(Deu. 32: 4 / Rom. 11: 33 / 1 Cor. 2: 10 / Ps. 104: 24 /1 Kings 8: 27)

Nature  -- Is Just  The Noble Hands of GOD
Setting Our Reality's Ruler & Cosmic Rod

Existence  -- Is Just His Massive-Energy
Radiating, Invigorating & Acting Wondrously

Creation -- Is GOD's Canvass-Splendor
It's His Image In The Greatest Artistry Mirror

The Universe  -- Is GOD's Deep Ocean Space
Where His Marvelous Mysteries - We're Allowed To Chase
& The Universe Is GOD's Cosmos-Credential Briefcase
& His Valise-Vessel Carrying Each Planetary-Vase

Heaven  -- His Domain: A Holy, Golden City of Purest Glass
Where Angels and Kings and His Son's Light Basks

Eternity -- Is GOD's Dynamic Door
and Those Who Are Nice - He'll Let Enter & Explore

The Wind  -- Is GOD's  Fearless Feet - It Soars When He Steps
& Time  -- Is Something Only GOD Knows Where It Goes & Where Kept

& Time  -- Is GOD's Constant Record -That Has Never Lept
Yes, Time, Is GOD's Eyelids - Which Have Never Slept

Life  -- Is GOD's Property, His Possession - That He Leases Out
& If Humans Look In Their Hope Chest - There Would Be No Doubt

Love  -- GOD Is Love - So Love Is Loyalty & Mercy-Fair
Love Is Grace & Kindness & Honor & Goodness Is Always There
Love Is The Highest Emotion & Purest Passion That Shows GOD Cares
&  Joy  -- Is The Journey of Each Living Moment That GOD Shares

Peace  -- Is The Products of GOD's Purpose &Ways & Promises
Hope & Faith  -- Is Always and Ever GOD's Dewdrop Audiences

Wisdom  -- Is GOD's Keen-Mind: Genius-Designer & Intellect-Architect
Beauty  --  Is GOD's Look & Lightning Sight & Views All-Seeing Perfect

Truth  --  Is GOD's Voice, His Words, Written Passages & His Whispers 
&  Rain Showers, Cyclones, Thunder, Ocean Waves & Mountain-Echo-Fixtures
GOD's Sounds, Abounds & Are Poetic Sayings To His Listeners
&  We Hear GOD's Truth In Many Audible, Sonic Mixtures

Trust  -- Is A Line To GOD That Stretches To Infinity
That Trust  -- Is A Cord That Stretches With Complete Integrity

Judgement  -- Is GOD's Balance, Like Night & Day - Light & Dark
GOD Keeps Law & Order & Obedience - Like He Keeps Eden's Park

Power  --  Is The Traces of Glory - GOD Leaves In His Path
Forces -- So Explosive Awesome! - &We Haven't Seen Close To Half

Holy Spirit -- Is GOD's Touch & Breath & Moves All of These
& This Is My Metaphysical Monument To GOD's Image & Breeze

O' Who Could Not Love A GOD So Good
& If You Really Think About It - You Know You Should

Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/27/2013 
by:  MoonBee Canady

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To My Knees

To My Knees

As I started my life’s journey 
on a quest to follow this Glorious Son of Man,
Being so young so foolish and thinking I’m so strong
in this body why, I can do this, oh yes, I can.

Thinking at times it is all about you and it is all about me
and the needs we face from day to day,
but what a Gracious God I serve, so patient and kind
to pour out His Spirit even on the words that He gives us to pray.

Then closer and closer to His presence 
from year to year I have come, 
not realizing I’m being changed into His likeness
and not daring to look back from the place that I had been undone.

Noticing some changes had taken place in me 
and my thoughts now being lifted on high,
and familiar things and sights now gone
fallen off on this road along the way side.

Now my mortal body it to is being affected
Dear Jesus, have I been doing something wrong,
for my knees seem to be weaker the closer I am to Him
 and away from the masses and the throngs.
Catching a glimpse now and again
oh, the brightness of His Glory I can see, 
and knowing now it has always been about Him
and never, no never about you and about me.

I’m the nearest that I have ever been to Him and His Glory
His holiness is filling up the air,
I am not wanting to stand any more by my own strength
but gladly kneeling before Him in love’s sweet prayer.

I suspect these knees of mine will get a Heavenly workout
for in His presence I most humbly love to bow, 
for I have come to know Him for Who He is
and that is all that matters to me now.

Written by:  Marilyn S. Jennings
January 29, 2014

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In trepidation the guest enters
done is the signing up part
now to find their way around
reading the poems of others

checking around the site
nervous and a little unsure
they finally post their first poem
and down swoops an angel of mercy

Gently taken by the hand
the new poet finds a friend
and is made to feel so welcome
things not understood explained

Gentle encouragement to take part
they are shown if they comment
many will comment back and greet
and so a new poet absorbs and grows

Adding their own unique flavour
to the bubbling cauldron of words
all this only made possible
by Linda, Skat and Anne our greeters

written 02/05/2014

contest: Skat's A Special Valentine note address

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True Blue Knights

True Blue Knights

In days of old, when knights were told that damsels
Were in trouble,those brave men would ride out
On their trusty steed only with a sword and sheild,
Risking their life to protect them. They would also fight
For King and Country, regardless of the quest
Fighting bands of enemy soldiers would put them to the test.

In modern times those knights are gone, but the cause is still alive
These true blue knights they call Police with their 
Shiny sheild and Gun, their steed is now a motor bike
Which catch criminals on the run; though times
Are very different now, the aim is still the same,
These true blue knights work just as hard, 
Keeping law and order once again.

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From beneath the dust bowl storm, from when st they came,
Blazing a trail across the pages of historical fame.
Accelerations desperadoes, with guns drawn, wild hearts
Beating as thunder, they are the restless and  free,
 Bandits of the youthful passion called rebellion.
Living and thriving by the bullets firing, escaping in
The blood's adrenalin rush, burning rubber down,
The highway of tragedy.
The untouchables, burnt a cinder by desires flame,
Fallen stars of legends notorious, lit comets crashing,
To the earth below, dieing in a hail of gun fire.
A faded poster, hangs on a rusty nail, along side
A dusty deserted road, in bold prints lettering,
It is so written, wanted the Barrow Gang, reward 
Offered dead or alive, for Bonnie Parker and
 Clyde Barrow.
Slammed down the trigger, against the bullet's
Hardened edge of conflict, the lawless have
Drawn first blood, but the silver shields power,
Have they angered, and revenge is a cold slippery
Surface to exist upon, shall their souls not fry,
 Beneath the summers sizzling sun.
Cry does not Juliet, to her Romeo, as the gray
Smoke clears, Bonnie's last words softly
Spoken, his name, Clyde, Clyde, than silence.
Two doves soar towards heaven, blinded
By the light beyond, spiritual castaways, bond
Eternally to one another, lost in the dream illusion,
Of their love.
The lone highwayman, the grim ripper,
Cradles the youthful broken frames,
Of the lovers, cut apart by fame's delusions.
Lain in a hole, in the cold hard ground.
A tear did even he, the angel of death, 
Wipe away, and placed a single red rose,
On Bonnie's grave.
Do not weep on their behalf, for in God's
Kingdom, they'll know a freedom, they've
Never known.


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Latrodectus Mactans

     The Black Widow Spider meets;
     And by the strength of its teeth,
     And the end of its long leg's feet...
     It defeats.

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A Toast, a Canticle, a Living Requiem

Here's a toast to the ones you leave behind.

To the ones who time carries you past,
spending a while with comrades
until the rivers drag you away.

To the ones who sail their own courses through life,
a far, far cry from your own.
And yet, that cry is always heard,
in the end,
for companionship ever beckons.
The lanterns on their prows
shine a light for you, always;
whenever they're near their fellow in need.

To the ones you never fail
and who never fail you;
to the ones whose separation
marks the end of an era.

a toast to the ones you leave behind.

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Universal Children

A child I am, a child of love
Seeking my universal home
Seeking the creator of my being
Building my faith and courage 
Love, my foundation
My spirit, navigating me 
To where I originate from

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Stuffed Animals

What ever happened to stuffed animals?
	We let them dust after years of play
		Entangled with each other
			Stacks upon stacks

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Beauty like a sunset
Innocence like a baby
Peace like a dove’s
I remember in mum

A smile that could melt
Even the wickedest of hearts
I saw in mum

Warmth like a thick blanket
Courage like Arthur’s
Fairness like snow white
I felt from mum

Humor like a clown’s
Tricks like Merlin’s
Ideas like Kristy’s
I learnt from mum.

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To have and have lost

To have and to have lost is the ultimate pain, 
Knowing that your life will never be the same again. 
That one little missing piece of your jigsaw called life, 
Questions as to what you did to deserve this strife.
Another angel for heaven above 
Empty arms but still the love. 
Never far from your mind 
If only life wasn’t so unkind. 
Little angel I love you so 
Fresh in my thoughts wherever I go. 

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Love Is a Palace

Once i was tricked into believing that true love existed......

Ten thousands of ten thousands
Not one was worth one of her Palaces
My heart the world calloused
But she healed it and she balanced it
Before i was evil, before i was a catalyst
I was already destroying myself and winning the battle
But now that Love has shined on the subject
I think I felt it, I think I touched it
Love brushed me, Love touched me
She put her hand on my head and said "Stand and you are dead"
And the next thing you know there went a bullet full of wind
And where my heart would of been it pierced the sound barrier
Then She took me by the hand and led me down a long corridor
It was lined with happiness on one side and blessings on the other
She said "Look I put all this in front of you"
"And even though you denied me"
"You believed once and that is so unlike you"
" Yes, Timothy I know you by name"
"But how long till you give me your hearts pain"
And then i thought that is Love
And I yielded my clinched fist
And in my palm
She put the keys to a palace and the storm is calmed

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David; luck stung.
However before now becomes how everyone placed it David.
Yourself includes it's grand notice of her comfort.
Less these words ward off mess, please assure enough guests.
At the foot of bed David, luck struck.
Moreover; before now everyone labeled it traded, this life David, includes the mother.
David; call him amnesia.

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-Mother Wangari Maathai-

(A dedication)

Pain wracked torture
She suffered
with degradition smeared
was inhumanely beaten and batted
and consistently incarcerated
she stoically endured
All for her love
of her land

Her persistence
was not in vain 
through her efforts
Kenya's green belt grew
over forty-million
trees were planted
all through her motivational strive
Mother Wangari Maathai's
inspiration lives and thrives
Yet still to this day.

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You Ask Where I Am From

I am from a woman
who stretched out her breath
upon a hundred years,
and strikes upon this day
a distant voice,
a thunder tympanum advancing
low across the sky,
a heartbeat rising from the earth,
more eloquent because she is and was
a symphony without a score...
a dialogue of resonance within
that stretches out the years instead
and  makes their number meaningless.

I, a part of the premiere,
partaking of the air that left her nostrils,
of the milk that drained her breasts,
am from a heritage of love;
a quiet patience that was her bequest,
adorned her like a jewel
too lovely to display its fire
but from her open heart.

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Top 100 Poets - All-Time Most Popular

Do i have to first change my name to Poet Destroyer to top the list, Or add my all three names like Carol Sunshine Brown to come second? Is it wearing sun glasses like Andrea Dietrich In my profile picture that mandates me, Or welcoming Soup freshers like SKAT-LOVE does To be in the top four? What does it really take? Is it all about the P enclosed in the yellow star Like the top threee? Really? What about suZ-D who is number 98 with that gold P, Did she not harmonize her name like Charmaine Chircop who is on 20 What does it really take? Should i say its all about being a lady To be in the top nine? Or else its because in poetry men come number ten? If so Thanks to Vince Suzadail Jr. who made it there And our own hero Becca Lucas who sealed the 100 Does it really take that? Should i say its all about the profile picture? Then i would have an answer for sharon weimer who came on number 11 Would Carolyn Devonshire say i am right on that? I dont think so not our number five Then what is it all about? Should i say its all about the US flag? If so then thats why Linda-Marie SweetHeart came on number 6 But what about Robert A. Dufresne who is below Vicky Tsiluma a Kenyan? On that One has P and the other lacks a photo I got it the former has no photo So am i right then? That to be on this list you must not be from Africa? No at last i disagree with my view Because Wilma Neels is on number 38 And…99 Adeleke Adeite At least that's kind of fair To Africa So do i have the answer i wanted? No. Nott until i went back to my poems And made a great discovery These are the same people Who put ink on my poems These are the people i read their poems And i curse my mother for feeding me With pumpkins These are the poets we all treasure The famous 100 who deserve to be on the wall of fame Even now i guess they are the people That will drop comments on This As others read, get bored and walk a way cursing my master piece Not caring about Killing my dreams of becoming 101 I think that's why my all links have that number 101 love poems from Rodgers Roger Yet i posted an elegy These are the book worms That know punctuation better And can determine a right type of their poem These are the ones who never post stuff like ,./;'' am trying ';./=/

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The Trial of Christopher Okigbo


Hungry earthworms
Forever entombed in the bowels
Of mother earth

Defy this asceticism and prostrate
For your ultimate destiny
Lies not in the dogmatic 
Steady march along beaten footpaths

Hungry earthworms
These reminiscences of plaintive cooing
They do not placate
Those dethroned, deprived spirits
Of our fallen ancestors

Ancient dejection above
Deploy your genius here
On this demesne
Extirpate this invidious trust
In the compound animal…


So the poor abuses of the day
Led men of talent, assiduity;
Men who command success
Into violent remonstrance.

The death storm brew
Compelling conscience to self denial
And self-sacrifice
Oh, it was sublime!
Those rare virtues
Joined bone to muscle
Together seized singular vantage
Where conscience would not
Compromise dignity or freedom
Previous infidelities to mother earth
Prefixed a commercial metaphor…
Leaving no outrage.


Genius botanists-
Chroniclers in the light 
Of a later knowledge
Presaged disturbance inseparable…

Mother earth cried:
‘Listen white man,
I’m bleeding’
In aggrieved intimacy.

Who sowed seeds of discord
Laughed consumedly
Leaving no dregs.


They told me
Absolute life contains death
To which I replied
In absolute terms
That profanity and self-abasement
Could not be disguised
As spiritual humility;

And that implicit obedience
To some numb serpent
Or organic completeness
Were mere prevarications.

With preternatural gravity
Deplored my innocence:
They would rather court
Moderate vice
Immoderate virtue.


What manner of men were they?
Gold- alloyed to some commoner
But more durable metal?
Subjects of Nyoora ’s muse-
‘and they shall into the forest retreat
Leaving their kindred in encampment
Leaving no graves for their dead?’

O wretched tenderness
I hate thee! I hate thee!


I listened again and again
To the silence of prodigies;
I listened to my contumacy
I listened to the foreign troops
In my bowels…crushing my resolve
I listened to my ingratitude…
What will Mother Earth say!


Come confidence
Strip me of this impotence
Guide me to the sunset tree
Where the earthworms are gathered!

Was it not written-?
many an elegant and facile poet
Shall to the front
For her love’s sake?

Her love’s sake!
Yes, Mother,
For your sake!


So I, Okigbo,
Metamorphosed into
‘a low growth
Among the forest.’

And when I died
Did Mazrui  not write?
Have you not heard!

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Abundant Touch

blood, sweat, and tears
nailed to a cross
crown full of thorns
your life was lost
for me, a worthless sinner
for me
a new beginning
I leave the past where it remains
I've been transformed
I've been restored
condemned no more
I wear the chains no more
I am free

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The strangeness of your words
Foreign not in origin but in order
These words speak to me 
Yet these words evade my understanding
Poetry you say, but they do not rhyme
Their beauty not defined by their meaning
They reach the heart and mind
Words never spoken or uttered 
A boring song they would make
But a great spell they have cast
Their origin known, destination unknown
Who do you write for, if not yourself
Yet I have been inspired
Powerful are these words
Powerless am I

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I Still Love You

I still love you
Buried six foot under
Life no more
Risking my heart
Everything, I have ever known!
Letting you go
Eighteen years of panache and tears
‘Loyalty’ because 

‘I Still Love You’

At a cross roads
Changes of initiation
Giving in, risking all
Trading this pain in
Making my heart whole
Know by saying goodbye
And, letting you go
Know, for an eternity

‘I Still Love You’

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How Poetry Began

             How Poetry Began

There was no explosion in the voided void
No weight to metal or components foreign formed
Science and religion married off their children
Philosophy and rhyme were named
They were circular at first and they too gave birth
To reason and jungles minding their own business
Triangles triangulated, circulated in an ink filled well
Pulled up like the dark ooze and tar 
That once was dinosaur remains
Set upon the quill or filled the pen of mighty men
To dot humanity with a verse
It was suggested, the first delicate words arrived
In gold parlors lined in silk, over saffron tea
Reading leaves to young maidens who, surprised
Touched by lovers on the bosom from behind
In actuality 
Poetry began inside a cave right over there
That’s it!  Just on the cliff outside the cave
Just past the very next thought
Sitting side by side on this once empty page
Of memory and age, hanging on the edge
Passion, rage, love and silver birds
Got their start out there as well

Created on 9/12/14 for How Poetry Began- Poetry Contest

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Mind and something few

                Mind and something few

My mind wandering like air
it wavering like sea-shore
wandering and wavering ever.

When the air hits my soul
my wavering mind drenches
wandering and wavering ever

Air pushes the water,my mind
became enlighten, wakes out
wandering and wavering ever

wandered to know something
it for learn something
know and learn something ever

My mind travels upon air
wavers and drenches itself
wandering and wavering ever

hits something, to know something
attract and distract something
travelling in a water ever.


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You asked me to write you a poem and I 
could not. Instead I wrote my heartfelt 
confession... please except this into your 
mind, inject this into your spirit and rest 
peacefully with this black thought of the 
purest black love for it is true. Let it shine 
light upon u in your darkest hours... rest 
with solitude upon my words for my pen 
bleeds a beautiful art of expression for life source an undying promise to 
continue through it all. I can't elude you. 
There is No escaping for your essence is  
everywhere! In every symphony of notes... 
royal like that the color purple crowned 
king. In the light of candles... even within 
it's siloette casting images of us colliding.  
In the darkness of my eyelids stirring the 
potion of memories... in the glow from the 
world outside my window penetrating 
through them, birds singing they're 
praises to Allah and do I give thanks for 
this union. You are in the silence and the 
humility. The salt of tears, trials and and 
tribulations. In smiles YES.. I remember 
you always. The laughter and the pain 
too... who said it would be easy? Certainly 
not with something this taboo. Deep 
breathing and eye contact u pierce my 
soul. Clinched fist as we ignite the room 
we're sexual elements oh the fire we 
make. Complexity... we are divided but 
together... with me when your away...why 
does it hurt but feel so good? What have u 
done to me? Physically fearless but an 
emotional reck.  I'm into u but over you. 
Want but never have... a beautiful 
struggle. Keeps us trying but denying, 
dividing ourselves unto 
ourselves....selfish! Stubborn. Your 
compelling energy causes me to drop 
down to my knees... I aim to please my 
king... forever honored to serve thee, your 
submissive queen or whomever u need 
me to be. You asked me to write a poem 
but I cannot. Instead I give you this 
realization... u are within the deepest parts 
of me never to be removed. And no matter 
where we stand in life, together or apart, 
high or low, with love or anger,  or even 
from the opposite side of the looking 
glass. On earth or perhaps on crescent moon,
I am with u. Just go within these words 
anytime u need to feel loved and then to words come to life.

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Know, soldier, that the tears you shed
over your fallen brothers' blood
are not shed in shame;
let them rain.

Know that their sacrifice
will never be forgotten,
never mean less than everything;
we remember them, always.

Know that we welcome them home
with hearts and arms open,
ready to deliver them to their hallowed rest;
they've more than earned it.

Know, soldier, that each and every one of you
is owed a debt that can never be repaid,
for a burden you never begrudged;
for such is the way of heroes.

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Spin swirling pinwheels cities of stars.
Shining summits of never ending suns in the infinite swath of time.
Nebulous mists churning out suns.
Giving their glows of reds and blues, purplish hues, and glimmering golden yellows.
Bending back blinding black points where times light is eternally consumed.
Nuetrons pulsing out glows like light house beacons on unending sandy shores.
Ever silent you drift through the black void.
Dying orbs giving birth to clouds of untold eons.
Stars as numberous as the sands.
The attraction bends.
I am of your essence.
You twinkle in my mind.
And I can not fathom your immensity.
Nor would I wish too.
Your splender lies in your mystery.
I refuse to undermind your awe.

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In numerous locales countrywide, they hold sway
Pirouetting at intervals like ballerinas from Bolshoi
Beauteous, feline and very feminine
Slender to the point of emaciation, not quite
Cultivating the undernourished look on a frugal diet
Decidedly austere for a longer tenure in the limelight
Basking in the fleeting warmth of an adulatory audience
A gathering of the doting kindred and the upwardly mobile
Some dirty old men on the sly, dirty young men too
Glued to their seats craning for a better view
By and large captive by choice, a handful perforce
Sitting through to pen their weekly column
Giving those they fancy their due in the sun
Witnesses to a parade of demure eyed lasses
And a few with flashy looks walking tall on stilettos
Essentially female and contoured though not prominently so
At least not to a marked degree, yet with excellent muscle tone

Opulence, no longer deemed a career necessity
Once considered right stuff, now rejected as wrong size
An hour-glass shape belonging to an age bygone 
But hardly so, from the viewers’ mind, in retrospect
Enchanting and alluring yet not overtly titillating
Each in a state of dress and undress
Willing tools of designers flaunting their creations
Sporting dresses and hats and shoes, and lingerie too
In black or white and loud or subdued hues
Displaying formal wear, casual wear, swimsuits and sleep suits
Some scanty and figure hugging, others flowing and loose
A bony look required for some, others fulsome
A voyeur’s paradise, to be sure
Indulging a fetish without stooping too low
Chilly weather was never reason enough to cancel a show
Heat of arc-lamps taking care of goose pimples
Or brandy taken neat infusing the needed heat

Harbingers of tomorrow’s fashion and pall-bearers of today’s
The strobe lit platform of the pageant
Serving to launch new faces or is it legs?
The leggy look personified by Twiggy of yore
Carried through in the interim and sustained by the new genre
Captivating without doubt, and thorough professionals
Displaying unruffled demeanour and tutored bearing of thoroughbreds
Exuding confidence with every graceful step they take
Cool as ice despite the harsh glare of stage lights
And callous catcalls from boorish males
Performing in a backdrop of future fashion trends
Money and fame finding some, eluding others
Be it centre stage or in the shadows 
It is bread on the catwalk for all

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Babies and Kids Struggles

Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong.
We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song.
When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye.
We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles.
Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size.
It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles.
The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry.
The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered.
They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone.
We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad.
That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad.
The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once.
Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary.
To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle.
They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow.
To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow.
There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts.
They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles.
When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears.
That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears.
Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things.
It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles.
Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are.
Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle. 

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She  was there, but just passing by, 
never mind what it is said, 
nor what it seems, 
if she we're a gypsy but she's not.

Maybe a woman of mysteries and stunning 
qualities that delight the eye, but
yet a dwelling tree wont even blink, 
nor drop a leaf for her.

She's beautiful as a flying
myth of some fairytale princes with no prince to chose. 
Beautiful and charming, but a bleak vissage look that 
question her truth. 

She's a walking venture to men kind, 
but again she's a lament soul, 
a lonely heart with meekness eyes, 
with a glamorous voice, 
and enchanted moves.
Her hair so black that blinds the eye, 
she was there passing you by, 
you were there blinded by her charms,
her name was Zoe; a beautiful life.


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Robert Frosts's Bequest

It's back...
that cold, wet lump
within the mind,
that Frost had known so well.
It bids me close my eyes
look at my hands--
then open them, repelled;
they do not sculpt as his,
nor dare to hold the clay.
His day enlightened yet
by suns still burning down
upon the coverlet of sod
that will not seal the eloquence
of his poetic grace. 

It is I
who ill affords the privilege
of suffering--the light
beneath my stone,
the brightness of a legend
in my youth, the triumph
of the one who found in loss
poetic deity, who flashed
the image of his mind to me
behind the rostrum
on that day with JFK.

It is the gnarled earth he leaves
upon our pedestal,
to grope and turn,
and turn away, remembering
the wall, the woods, the whiteness
of the birches—
the man who loved the clay,
installed it in our consciousness
as one who used remembering
to guide his hands, his pen, and mine; 
then I may close my eyes           
and see.

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To Kill The Choctaw Cow

           To Kill The Choctaw Cow

The Choctaw Nation Oklahoma, with proud and noble people
Hunting is our nature and our way
Pretty Tail was a family member, a friendly cow
She gave us milk for many moons
This is the story of her kill 
My father Bully Ten Foot is our chief 
Old and ill from living beyond himself
Hills and tent on prairie land, filled our purpose
No game to feed us so our cows sustained us
Food was scarce through winters blasting bite
Pretty Tail stayed just outside my tee pee every night 
Years of her soft moo would sooth me off to sleep
Starvation steeped in desperation came on hard 
Crops failed, grazing ended without rain
Pain became the Choctaw, as one and the same
An Indian man must always be a brave
Must know his reason within nature and the nation
Bully Ten Foot honored me, with the sacred task
My hunting knife and I took Pretty Tail down below the neck
I slit her deep within her throat
She bled on me her blood, a river of sorrow
For hours I let her do so with her last drops of red
And held her tight as my best friend
Made sure my tears spilled over into her blank eyes
And cried for her, in her place
Never again will I wear hide or eat a steak 
But I ate her brains for power
Rode at great speed on angry stallions back
Black, with strong memories in mind
And opened up inside the plains releasing spirits
To send her off
From Choctaw Nation 

9/24/14 Divine Intervention - Poetry Contest


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Genius is not a gift to amass self
But must produce and share
The legacy of hunger planted in us
Must grow dreams that men can reap.
Amilcar, you are my perfect genius
Found only in an emancipator's heart;
You are our Bolivar, and Tousaint
You are the Fanon in a soldier's heart.
I hope they taught the people 
How corn must be grown for the table,
How to grow what they eat and save
What the ants cannot carry away. You
Taught us men do not fight for ideas,
But for their belly and their children's
Dream. I hope they do not turn schools
Into soldier barracks constantly. I hope
My people listen to you and are free.
I want you to ring in freedom's heart.

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SP ("FAM") TO THE END!!! With A little sweet n' sour!!!!!!

Written By: 


Tribute to all soup FAM!!!

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Bleeding Love

Bleeding Love
Curled in a ball
Not knowing what to do!
Knees against my chest
Cradling oneself

‘Soothing my soul’

Memories of you
Flooding my brain
Your words
Left as lingering whispers
Your smile
Imprinted, upon my mind's eye
High light of my day!
Electrifying my nervous system
Jump starting my heart
Punishing me
For loving you
‘Bleeding love’

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My Man-Child

I wish outhouses were still in fashion 
For I would be sat in one right now 
Away from the hypocrisy that is you 
But still close enough 
So when I hollered your name 
You’d still answer 

By God I don’t know how your mother managed 
She must have the patience of a sculpture 
For 21 years, to raise the man-child that is you  
Cement in her head I tell you!
For if you were my child 
I would have asked for another one 
But boy does she have some good genes 

I can’t for the life of me possibly fathom the thought 
That any other girl than me could subject herself 
To the hysteria that is you 
I don’t know how I do it to be honest 
I must have sinned in a previous life 

But the biggest mystery of it all, my dear boy 
Is if I woke up one late Sunday morning 
Not finding you wrapped around the entire duvet 
With my teeth chattering
Well, that would be the greatest catastrophe of all

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In Memoriam

Three words comprise the frame my son last made:
his soft "Hey, dad" to greet me on the phone, 
his single, loving "Papa" with our last embrace—
and in between?.....just Mark, the man to fill
a thousand frames invisibly in love
that clings unbound to arms, to blood, to tears...
who threw his history away unowned
and paid for it with memory alone.

Sixteen years are here to testify
that sweetness in the settlement was not
enough, that though the picture glows
with spirit timelessness, it shuns the touch,
the laughter, the uncertainty that spears
the mind, seizes on the unexplored,
and must rejoice inside the now.

It is for you who read, to intercede
in the rejoicing...I must let it go
a little while, although I know
there is no need to pray
that Mark and I will follow through
within the morning's deathless day.

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I remember pouring imagination into you
When as a child you sat awed for my stories
Today I read poems your heart brings to view
And hear the honesty only a child knows.
Woman, mother, wife ... the child has grown
Larva, chrysallis, moth ... the myth has flown.

You tell truth straight like arrow to the heart
I feel your words bleeding through my vein
Without crafty turns and dissimulations. Sharp
Knife cutting away compromise and conceit.
I know you where your feelings rise, smokeless
With panting predicates, painting plain pictures
I could not write, for you are much more fearless.

You drank mandro-bitta tea and licked your lips,
You stained desire with honey and fed drifters,
Your thoughts whisper to the edge of the sea
Licking the face of memory with pink evenings.
Do you not know white herons are not a cross?
That I love my hibiscus alone going red to gold?

You tell truth, because you see and look again
While I turn away to dream the deeper thing.
When the withered world is done we have you
The last loveliness, the dream unwithering,
Your imagination shimmering like a windy sea.
The last hibiscus on the stem belongs to me.

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Collaborating in the clouds- Gods Hold

If Gods favorite hero suddenly became cold,
   Lonely, disoriented, unhappy with sorrows untold,
   Would it be of interest in Heaven? Concerns of man,
   Would our saviors come to Earth to be born again?

God would send out his best hands to hold,
   Would he set backwards time to where all heroes spirits were sold.

If only our love could behold
   Lined with twine of silver wrapped in gold
   Gifts to to God to wash our sin
   Equipped pillars stories told

Thoughts about God mirrors my pen

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Maya Angelou Poet Tribute

       Maya Angelou Poet Tribute 

“And still I rise” Maya says  
We lay her life to rest today
Her tender years were clear
Through rape and slavery and unrest
Residual facts from yesterday and today
That evil that came her way she threw away
She grew into an intellect, the best of us
A poet’s poet to the core and so much more
The hardest times defined her
Refined her in her solid works
She found her voice in soulful solemn words
“I know why the caged bird sings” she sang
If you have a voice to sing you use it 
Freedom is always just a day away
That was her way

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A Sinner I am Not

Closing my eyes
Feeling the moment
No thoughts distracting me
Setting my heart free
Reviewing, learning, growing
Releasing the blame and guilt, I harbour
Releasing the things, I once thought I could change
Recognising good or bad
Right or wrong 
A sinner I am not!
My mistakes, my greatest blessings
Living my life
Being human

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art the exprsion of the mind

if you look at a picture what do you see
a bear
a lion 
a screw
if you look at a sculptuer what do you see
a scarf in the wind 
a naked lady
a brain or two
all this art i see around me is someting 
that i interpret in my mind 
comes out out as a lovely thing of my heart

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I see you
I understand you.
With all your faults and idiosyncrasies
I want to be with you.
I want your smell and your taste
Your faults are part of your perfection.
Your insecurities are your strengths.
When I’m with you I feel home, safe.
Anyone else is wrong because you are right

I love you.

I am utterly content.
I want to make you happy
I want you safe.
I will heal your pain
I will protect you, I will care for you, I will provide for you in every way.
I do not need to own you
I do not want to stop you.
I love what you are.

I know you don’t love me.

I know I don’t make you happy
I know you don’t want to hurt me.

I will leave you.

It is in my power to make you happy
It is in my power to relieve your pain
It is in my power for you to find love.
It is in my power to give you what I have.
I will provide, I will heal, I will make you happy, I will leave you because I love you because –

I understand you.

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Nobody knows this little butterfly, 
who wonders and roams
who seeks for the senses of love, 
nobody knows her, 

So tender so pure,
little butterfly, her colors 
are baby pastels like new 
souls and holy spirits of bliss.

Every petal touched by her caterpillars 
become an essences to the touch, her 
ultraviolet sight that only she can posses,  

The wonder of her unique little body and 
sense, nobody knows her, nobody
sees the beauty in her, 

Only the blissful 
only the lovers of love, nobody knows her, 
nobody sees her,  

Because those who see 
are blind to her colors and soul, i am a butterfly.

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Where are you my sweet spring time,
I’m heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved
Of all the seasons, thou ‘art my favorite,
For yours is the very breathe of life itself,
The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth,
Nourished by the gentle breezes that you
Bring forth, a tender blossom of sacred beauty,
A timeless wild flower of single elegance.
It sleeps this brilliant Tiffany bulb, curled up
Tightly within its raw soil bedding dreaming,
Oh thee, oh sweet springtime, but frozen
She remains in a status freeze, waiting for
A soft whispering from nature
She comes be at the ready, child of the sun.
Beneath winters icy chill, lays fields of dreaming
Blossoms, here the verities of the pallet array
Dips into the rainbows stratospheres, melting
Within the earth below, to create the beautiful
Bouquet that spring will draw forth.
Nay the white hands of winter, smack harshly
Against my window panes of sorrow,
Yet within my heart is hope of the tomorrow,
And the glorious joy to come, with the on set
Of the promises of spring.
The burning logs of holiday cheer have lost
Their romantic luster, the sleds sharp blades
Are placed aside, it’s just too cold outside for
Laughter’s enchantment to take hold.
The shovels of white diamonds fields that
Once glistened so magically now remain
Dual and tarnished, just a chores aimless
Task of back aching pain to be done.
I’m waiting for the breathless color burst,
To feel the warmth of the sun against my
White skin of palest ivory, and to hear the
Street children at play once more, outside
My prison door.
For here I’m still looking out my window,
At a wintery wonderland of ice and snow,
Waiting for the spring, tired and weary of
The splendor of white lace, and snowflakes.
Where are you my sweet spring time,
I’m heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved
Of all the seasons, thou ‘art my favorite,
For yours is the very breathe of life itself,
The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth,
Nourished by the gentle breezes that you
Bring forth, a tender blossom of sacred beauty,
A timeless wild flower of single elegance.

Dedicated and inspired by My Sister Poet Mystic Rose

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A Merry Band of Adventurers Part 2 of 2

- cont. -

(Part 2  of  2)

& Finally, There Was Sir Gareth, The Young Wanderer
But, Where Are You, We Still Seek Thee Ponderer ?
There Was Moreno, Master of Moving Hearts (He’s So Adept)
& There Was Me … MoonBee, The Warrioress-Poetess

& Guarding At The Rear, Was Jedi-Jared Of Bold-Face
To Keep The Way Clear For Love & (Consuelo) To Embrace
& So Many Others, I Could Not Name For Space
So Many Great Treasure-Seekers In This Place !

We Met Thru Woods & Across The Seas
Dame Dane Ann, Was A Ladyhawk of Charity
So, We Filled Up Our Bags With Hope
& Other Things We Would Need To Cope

To Complete The Quest For The Treasures Of Kings
We Would Find On The Way, What We Didn’t Bring
See … We Have The Merry Band For Great Adventures
Behold ! … We Have All The Makings, To All Be Winners …

           & Romp & Roll In The Treasures Of Kings
        … In The Kingdom Of Love & Life & Dreams

                            … The  MoonBee

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Valley Life

dirt twirls and dances between the rows 
in slow curly q archs 
with the same meandering intensity of a lazy summer afternoon as the sun beats down leaving 
shimmering specks like a great photo voltaic pond 
slightly bending visual acuity in the process 
leaving behind a kind of dreamlike haze
just as easily forgotten as remembered 
all this is the backdrop to the steady hum of the John Deer
moving earth with an unhurried confidence 
one chunked plot of land at a time
no more no less 
all the while the lone hawk looks on from its power line throne 
on the corner crisp apples  are sold
dipped in caramel and sold on  a stick 
to the bouncing children energetic from the long car ride 
all is well in the central valley  

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Dinky Di

he’ll go riding with the horses
and then cook up some snags
grab some beer for the cricket
wait, here it comes…

loves the tennis and his footy
loves to surf the Byron waves
enjoys a parma at the local
where everyone’s his mate

pumps up Barnsey in his V8
when he’s headed down the street
and even though they’re strangers
still smiles at everyone he meets

loves nothing more than camping
the smell of gum trees in the air
eats vegemite for breakfast
there’s nothing that compares

his home is his castle
his favourite songs True Blue

as dinky di as they come;
he’s an Aussie through and through!

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red lotus

oh, the immaculate red lotus
the queen of flowers
the seat of buddhas
tell me, this grown-up foetus
the secret of your excellent status
in spite of the trotting trend
that you grow in the muddiest pond,
in the stinking ground

oh, the flawless red flora
the crown of vegetation
the seat of buddhas
how is that neither mud
nor the filthy fluid
from which you derive your nourishment
touch not your tender petals
nor corrupt your fragrance?

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February Babies

There is something about us February  babies
We have some much fun that all our friends call us crazy
We maybe a little outspoken and even a little loud
We maybe a little shy at times but we are very proud
We are not the kind to wear our hearts upon our sleeves 
Cause when we do  love , it’s like you wouldn’t believe
We are very hard workers and that’s a fact
We’re the type that if you are down with us we got your back
We may smile a lot but don’t let that fool you 
That mean don’t do anything to us that you wouldn’t want done to you
We are wonderful people and that’s not just for show
We are the type of people that you’d like to know
We stride for success and take failure very hard
But we have never been one to show our hold card
We hold strong to what we believe 
And never turn our backs on someone in need
We are aquaruis should be the first in the order
Cause is not the world made of 85% water

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kristen stewart

kristen is a magazine girl
beautifully portrayed in the glossy pictures of fashion
wonderfully articulated on silver screen
down to earth girl with a wickedly beautiful presence
thouse green eyes are simply magical
in paris fashion lace she is delicious
but her beauty is best illustrated in t-shirt and jeans
down to earth girl full of life
she shines in spite of hollywood
standing beautiful in sunlight rather than limelight
dreamy poet and artist
weaving her hearts light into beautiful visions of ink
legendary magazine girl
kristen stewart is one of a kind

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The Blacksmith's Forge

Life is like a blacksmith's forge,
with crushing blows, and heat that melts,
the iron that is forged to steel,
is purified by a remorseless will.

Some people run from the smithy's shop,
along the easiest road they quickly stop,
they are only iron, a metal base,
in the sun and rain they rust and waste.

Our time in the forge must be steady and sure,
the blows and heat make a steel that's pure,
a supple frame that will carry it's load,
easy or hard we'll walk the roads,
and give our strength when needed.

Memories are colored gold,
not as if money were the force by which we were driven,
but, golden through the love and warmth,
that we receive or that we have given.

"A gentle touch
a word soft-spoken,
prove the
shepherds heart."

You have weathered storms and floods,
that would have broken lesser hearts,
your trials and tribulations
would have swept the weak apart.

"A gentle touch
a word soft-spoken,
prove the
shepherds heart."

Your heart and words
bridge the sea
that keeps us 
both apart."

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Had a shaky past so I’m trying to build a steady future
Had nightmares that would scare off Freddy Krueger
By the time you begin to speak I’ll already mute yer
Don’t listen to what you have to say to me
My tattoos are going to the grave with me
Covered in ink so I use the inside of this pen
To even it out
Don’t care about the what, why or the when
So leave it out
Why do you feel the need to doubt?
You don’t like tattoos?
 I can deal with that
That’s cool
But why moan about how you feel about tats?
I’m not the person that you think
Do my tattoos really mean I can’t do a job as good asa man who hasn’t got any ink?
People left who said they’d always be there for me
My tattoos are part of my pain and story
You think it means I’m some kind of thug
Come from a family of addicts & I’m the only one who’s never been on drugs
R.I.P dad tatted on my arm even though he was barely a parent
Don’t like my tattoos? You can suck my eyebrow piercing
I could go into detail and explain all twelve
But I’m planning my next and got them for myself
But what really makes me think
Is I’ve overcome problems that couldn’t face the shrink
And you write me off?
That’s more a waste of ink

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Almost Lovers

Almost Lovers
Now, loveless romantics
With only sadness in our eyes
A fresh new hole 
In our hearts
Without each other
Being by each other’s side

I am trying not to think about you
Though images of you 
Still haunt me
Flooding, my mind
I hear the sound of your voice
Echo through the air
I see you ‘smile’
I can smell you, everywhere!

And when I watch the stars
Light up the sky at night
When I stroll the streets
Without you by my side
I watch lovers enjoy each other’s company
Reminiscing about ‘you’

Almost lover 
I still feel the beating of our two hearts
Becoming One
Even though you are gone
Goodbye, almost lover
Thank you for making my heart warm!

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How sweet it 
would have been, 
the nectar’s of my divine, 
the room of my 
full of solemnized. 

I adore thee, 
chaste in my thoughts, 
never ending, 
never ceasing my 

Banquets dining a 
thirsting appetite, 
for wine, 
vitalizing the limits.

My thoughts infatuation 
of your presence, 
is the room, 
a leap of my restrains
follow by your visage.

And in solid grounds
I still deluge myself, 
it is never too divine, 
never too allure the glance
of our antecedents.

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Lady Heroes

" Lady Heroes ... "

Sarah, In Her 90th Year Stage
Was Way Past Childbearing Age
But Just Like Her GOD Conveyed
Sarah, Got A Miracle Wage!

Sarah Shined ...

Rachel, Too Had Long To Wait
To Her, It May Have Seemed Late
May Even Have Given Up On That Date
But When It Happened, It Was Great!

Rachel Shined ...

Leah, Was The Wife, Less Loved
So She Knew The Heart-Pains Of
Keeping Patient, While Bearing Up
and Leah, Was Blessed From Above!

Leah Shined ...

Esther, So Humble, Had Risen Far
To Help Lift & Cast Off Her Peoples Bar
And On Every Purim of Adar
Lovely Esther, Still Shines Like A Star

?	?
So, If You Have To Wait In Line
Until It's Time To Fully Shine
Remember No Matter How Far You Go
GOD, Can Make You ... A Lady Hero ...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Mary, Accepted What Was Odd
Even Tho' She Knew It Would Be Hard
and Became Mother of Our Lord
She's A Shining Slavegirl of GOD ...

Mary Shined ...

?	?
So, If You Have To Wait In Line
Until It's Time To Fully Shine
Remember No Matter How Far You Go
GOD, Can Make You ... A Lady Hero ...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Just Like Jael and Deborah
Lady Heroes
Like Abigail and Lydia
Lady Heroes

Like Ruth, Naomi and Rebecca
Lady Heroes
Like Elizabeth and Hanna
Lady Heroes

Like Mary and Martha
Lady Heroes
Like Eunice, Lois and Priscilla
Lady Heroes

even Like Rahab, Synteche and Euodia
(Yes, They're Lady Heroes)
and May You, Your Daughters & Mommas
Shine and Be  ... Lady Heroes ...

        Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/1/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady

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Raise the kettles lid of inspiration as the poetic
Stimulation takes hold of your raw senses, in this
Spicy soups textured essence, of freedoms
Liberation, in the written words alphabet mixture.
A tangy international jumbo lye, stirred and blended
With perfections delicate flavoring, steaming with
The romantic dash, and passions bubbling formula,
Tasted to the palate of each poet chief.
Internet freshly served on the blank slates
White screen plate, sits the full bowl of intelligence
Authentic ingredients of the heart and mind
Let us rattle those pots and pans, to create,
Captive the taste buds of the world of human
Thought, what a garden rudimentary melting
We could add, to the voices of the universe at
Our command.
Cooked in the stocked concept of the imagination,
Marinated within the inspirational wonder of humanity,
Finely sliced pieces whipped together, then placed
Inside the waters of clarity, what a servings heaping
Helping that would sooth the inner human soul.
Complimentary appealing, verses to the line,
A fine wine served, with all the extra trimmings,
Buttered bread or crackers.
Unsnap those tied dyed jeans of restriction,
Forget that diet here, all indulgence are forgiven,
Let the ladles scoop to dig ever more deeply
With emotions of feeling.
Come feast at our poetic table of inspirational
Thought and vision quest, for we are the dreamers,
The artist, craftsmen and craftswomen of the future.
May we the artisans bards, do justice to those of the past,
Walking within their footsteps of honor’s merit, leave a
Legacy’s trail worth inheritances value, a recipes
Golden label of excellence worth savoring.
Raise the kettles lid of inspiration as the poetic
Stimulation takes hold of your raw senses, in this
Spicy soups textured essence, of freedoms
Liberation, in the written words alphabet mixture.


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Toast to an Unknown Progeny

Up and down the line
ahead or far behind,
reality is faithful to a vision,
that is a pathway of its very own.
Any truth engendered is unique;
parallel be damned.

Yet reciprocal of leadership.
it then confirms and celebrates
what was, what is, what is to come.
Always, birth and death
move forth and back in concert,
tumbling, resurrecting, tracing
paradise, then joyfully
advancing once again--and to what end?
Yours to ascend and yours to overcome.

Immortality is yours; the line is straight,
that  eternal reciprocity assures your
right to speak, to carry on--the you,
the I, the pulsing, throbbing,
exultant mastery of presence
soaring into life. You are the stimulus,
the dream, the reason for it all.  
And so, glasses raised, a toast you!

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In Cenotaph

One may not name them, for they died
as faceless as they lived, 
their monument yet unseen, 
its peak above the clouds,
remembering what they would not, 
projecting even from their beds,
and through the midnight hours,
their acts of faceless love.

Theirs was the courage just to be,
for that is what love is, that hate is not—
can never be, for of itself,
it cannot co-exist.
Love's incompleteness 
is their gift to us,
our stuff of dreaming, and
the mortar of a soaring cenotaph
that speaks of who we were.

Love is the song of the unsung,
unnumbered as the years will cover us--
the countless sands of Abram's sea
who hear the call to be.

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Great Daddy

Gifts you received are eternal
Irreversible, divine, one of a kind
Gifts you asked for
Gifts you get just because

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Roger Mais

I do not know if it is Bra Man
Or Black Lightening
Missing from the curriculum 
Or it is that we do not teach about ourselves
Beyond the superficiality of their apologetics
Twisting identities out of shape,
But I cannot find you in dream nor landscape
And we are so young.

We are too young to forget so many things new already
Unless we prioritize
For when the wound is heal the scab must go
And I must see my flesh beautiful with hair again
I must see you growing in our rain.
For you were a tree
That did not just take root and leach us dry
You returned mulch again and again
And gave this culture
The most denied part of it
Exposure to me look me in the eyes
And left me owning with mild surprise.

Brother man, let me tell you
That was black lightning in the heart
White darkness fled.

He too knew it before
What I tell you
This is language you may dance
You may write and carve
But it is not to talk
For talking sake.
This language is the repository of culture ...
He went inside searching bare cupboards
And came out laughing with surfeit

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For a While

She was happy for while,makings plans,her mind was busy as the sea,
The cold came along too soon,Now she's sleeping like a child,
Along the way ,she passed away,
I never had a chance to say good bye,In the end ,she I can not find,
To know her as one of a kind,

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     Yes, O Lord Super-real
Greatness made live crusades real
     Glow Shine Shine Aglow
Exalt his name.
     Worship his way.
Glorify every day.
     Venerate in prayer
Adore the omnipotent – Revere.

(Continue the Worship with more words of praise!)
Penned on May 25, 2014!

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i can't help it

I can’t help it I’m a flirt
I can’t help but to admire the beauty of her
I can’t help it I just love the ladies
I can’t help it this is how god made me

The sexiest thing a girl can wear is confidence
I get to know her cause I know she’s heard every compliment
I could buy her flowers but then again so could any other guy
I remember 2 girls form my past gave me butterflies

I’m not great at the whole romance thing but I’ve always tried
But when my girl needed me I was always by her side
I can guarantee you’re not a real man
If you don’t hold your girl or wipe the tears from her eyes

A few broke my heart even though I thought I’d spend my life with
But I was always faithful never had a side chick
I don’t regret one; every girl I dated was worth the risk
I don’t hate any of my ex’s even though I got hurt I admit

Sometimes a female can get lost in the pain
But I try to prove we’re not all the same
I always let her know how beautiful she is
But don’t hold your new man accountable for something your ex did

To make a girl happy I’ll do a lot
But wait around forever & be a second choice I won’t
Either you like me or not
Either you want to be with me or you don’t

I like when we go to bed for a rest
I put my arms around her and cuddle her
She lays her head on my chest
So she’s safe and happy and nothing can now trouble her

Girls say good guys are hard to find
Then you chase the idiot and us good guys get left behind
One day I will find my dream lady
I can’t help it, this is the way god made me 

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I say to you 
I am 'because we are 
many of time
we lose ourselves
believing ,our way
is the only way

We forget 
where we come from
take on cultures
not belonging to us
Forgetting wo 
we really are 

We forget 
what our grandparents 
went through
slavery. forced religions
taking away pieces
leaving us with
the crumbs .the ashes
the remnants
of who .we are

We yes i say we 
must understand
that although we 
are here today
Nothing has changed 
from that of past
We in one form 
or another 
are still
encapsuled in 

WE dont look 
at what is 
in the eyes of today
there is nothingness

how many of us see
the eyes of the homeless
as we just .walk past them
how many of us
can feel the pain 
in the stomachs of the hungry

yet many sleep 
eyes affixed to i pads
i phones galaxy's
in neglect of seeing
the real galaxy
right above us 

untill the day we again 
open our eyes 
we will continue 
in the paths 
of our ancestors 
mentally bound 
physically bound 
suckers for technology
solo egotistical 
only seeing self 

so i say unto you 
one word 

DAVID SANDERS        02.20.15 

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To Gramps

An is, is there forever
where there is no fear, and like a fountain
joy is always bubbling up...from underneath.
The more is always still to come,
not summoned but released 
from unknown hands; the light
suggested only, stretched across the land,
cast in its power of gray, pervades
its heritage unto the day...
unto the day

and from the lost upon the lea
the cry of home regained, the plow
cut deeply in the ground again,
the patient men who found their glory
in the ones who rode along,
who loved and buried them—
these, enamored of the earth,
would speak forever, may
for those few listeners
who will not turn away.

It is a sacrament, this presence
half-remembered on a cloudy day
when now comes back with fresh,
refreshing grief, a smile returned again.
The light, the soft gray light
that filters through the grove
is harbinger of a reality
that makes of time, illusion,
scattering its rays across the field
of old regret, and leaving
only love behind.

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Speak Soft

Speak Soft

Speak soft- a generational shift
The experienced age versus foolish youth
A war waged between generations
For one side has lived through life
Endured hardships and mistakes
But the other simply ignores wisdom

Speak soft- here today, gone tomorrow
The dove was flying so high yesterday
But now roosts with a broken wing

Speak soft- words of hate are like knives
Drenched with acid and poison
And once the knife cuts
There is no way to repair the damage

Speak soft- A demonic image hides an Angel
It's always a golden heart that endures the worst
But the worst brings out the best

Speak soft- the world continues to turn unaware that
Tragedy strikes deep within your heart

Speak soft- even concrete can hide a diamond
If one puts forth the effort necessary to mine
Indifferent one day; in tears the next day

Speak soft- care for those who care for you

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Sir Patrick Moore 1923-2012

In twenty three a star was born,
A supernova amateur
Amongst a galaxy of pros.
Self-taught, he’d gain respect from all.

His generous spirit helped the young
With finance and encouragement
Inspired a post-war generation
Of graduate astronomers.

So many aspects to his life :
A TV personality,
Cheerful monocled professor,
Enthusiastic cricketer
(He bowled a vicious Chinaman !),
A guardian of the animal world,
Composer and musician,
Stargazer extraordinaire.

The sky at night is now less bright –
A knight is missing from the sky.
Our shining Patrick is no more,
His bright infectious chatter, gone.

On life outside the solar system
There’ll always be much speculation,
But he would keep an open mind,
When pressed on beings, alien.
He’d fix you with his glassy stare
And with that enigmatic smile
Pronounce his mantra clear and slow
To those who’d ask :  “We just don’t know” !

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The Little Guy

Some kind of celebrity I guess, in print,
faceless at work,
seldom seen at home--
He writes the story of his life and
every chapter is the same; he is the lucky man
who has two jobs and can afford
to lay away his bed and wearily
to plan or hope, some far-off day
to have a good night's sleep.

That is too much to think about
for most of his compadres who
must be content with only possibilities
that all their hungry children might 
begin the day with breakfast found
at school, and not enough at home.
Yes, certainly, if you and I
do not insist on voting taxes down.

The little fellow couldn't feel
much love from them, when politicians pool
their picayune philosophies to seal
the voting booths against a fraud
that they alone decide to blame,
and then conspire to make reality.
He doesn't count; he doesn't know
the proper tricks to play the game

He's just a little guy.
He doesn't make much noise.
He doesn't nag you with a presumed power,
or threaten to make you disappear.
He cannot flaunt his intellect
or flout your laws with technicalities.
He doesn't understand
how clothing makes the man.
He's just a less-than-ordinary guy.
Soft upon the earth he walks,
past your bright new car.
But can you tell why the ground,
its insight stored from history,
will tremble there, 
beneath his feet?

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Country of Many

Oh beautiful country of mine

I enjoy your beauties of nature

A place to bring peace to one and all

Showing us to accept each and one another

Living on the lands of civilization

For God has created these beautiful lands

With the help of mankind

For generations we hope to live in unity

All gathering together in celebrations

As for we are all different in our own way

For we each come from many different lands

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Staring On Sunset

Perched near the bend
where Sunset slides
From infamy to ecstasy
I watch the summer roll
and stroll, as the parade
of cars, stars and those
hiding within themselves
Fuel the sun to ensure
Its on-time for its casting couch
audition with the all-hands blue sky
and tainted orange-red cousins
looking to turn an LA trick
into thin air
Sex bleeds inadvertently
with each smile, tush, rack and package
willing to come out and play
youth is eternal
Whether you're undergraduate or overfortunate
Slick shades hiding the clear and present
danger fit for the unintended consequences
waiting down the Boulevard
its Summer
its Sunset
And dreams are in store.


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               In the mirror image of yourself as far and near do I take
                           myself clear as I have a tear for you.

             Reach out toward the moon lit stars while I repair the stars
          afar, Reach the top stair as I am here, When I awake I will  do 
                       a double take for heavens sake.

          I will hear the sweetest sound playing in the court yard of 
            your heart, As I stand here with the curves of a woman
              But only the melody of a sweet sounding guitar.

    Not a care in this world, I choose to share my words of wisdom
  within this mirror, I am aware as Im walking on air, Can you see  
            How I am Mesmerized through the sound in the air
                        holding my woman of curves.

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to rock on with being heard;
to express with all the meaning,
to start searching with no ends.
the aftermath of the afterthoughts is not enough,
the beginning just made people want more.
though the song is there,
it still has a hidden deepness behind it.
such words with unlimited defintions,
so much more understanding needed to make it perfect.
lyrics made to recognize genuine emotions;
it can conquer any beasts,
soften any heart.
passion that is yet to be felt:
once, you get it,
there is no turning back.
it will pierce through your tough masks,
leaving you vulnerable.
it will call out to all ages,
start singing to their own beat and melodies!

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I’m a witch of the modern times,
Nay my caldron is not round but square,
It has four sides square, and it’s called a microwave.
No bubble, bubble toil or trouble, with this new
Modern age tool, I just add these mystical 
Prepackaged ingredients, then sit there on my
Broom stick and drool.
Forget the bat wings, and the eye of nout,
I prefer the minute bag of hot popcorn instead, 
Wouldant you.
I’m the wiz of a wiz with this squared box of 
Miracles, from the mid-night munchies, to the
Commercial button pause freeze zone, on the
Talley blue screen.
There is no more a sacred sound ever heard
On this earth, then that dinging bell going off,
Then ever buddy scrambling to check out, what
Homemade goodies mom has cooked up?
Now the crook top is dandy, and the stove
Maybe handy for more flavor, or special
Occasions of the holiday persuasion,
But I prefer the minute satisfaction,
And gratification of this microwave 
My personal idea of home style cooking,
Is pierce the bags plastic top, and stir,
Then serve, boy that broke this fevers
Sweat, are you ready to eat my young ones.
Now in my spell books of cooking perfection,
There’s just no place to plug in this modern
Tools connection.
So these massive volumes are just dust
Collectors, but I have a dust buster for
This readies problem, I just have to pop
Dinner in the magic box first, before I can
 Solve them.
So what will it be tonight my friend,
Pizza or Pasta surprise, with an Abracadabra’s
Ding, and a POP, I can feed a whole troop of soldiers,
Or a hungry family of five.
Just call me a modern wizard with technical 
Support, the best invention of all times
My microwave caldron, with its four
Squared sides, excuse me please,
The bell just went off!!!

And also to the inpatient animals of the world, thanks mom!

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My First Love


Soon now, I am going to see him 
that one that I have loved so dear,
my heart's beating a little faster now
as the appointed time is drawing so near.

"My goodness", my heart pants
 this line is so very long and I can hardly wait,
but when our eyes meet
no need for any words to be spoken for me to feel once again so complete.

You see, he was my first love, so this arranged meeting
between the two of us is oh so special,
and even though years have passed since I have seen his face
I have stayed faithful and true because of loving grace.

Poignantly, I remember his arms around me
the strength and tenderness and so loving they were,
his embrace, his breath on my face as he leaned down to kiss me
my heart leaps within as I draw nearer.

Oh, I gasped, I caught a glimpse of him and I know that
he to was stirred to see my face,
my heart is beating a little quicker
as I am getting closer to finishing my race.

You see, this First Love is also
the Creator of soul,
and one day soon
I will be with Him and finally at home.

By:  Marilyn S. Jennings
September 2, 2004

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Fossil Friend

          Fossil Friend

Why, just the other day, or so it seems
T-Rex and I were playing by the stream
And tar pits of La Brea
I remember that day like yesterday
I’m just another fossil reminiscing 
Where my old friend fell in 
And now I visit him 
At The Page Museum in Los Angeles 
Someday my aging bones will settle down as well
People will speak antiques and talk about my times
Old stomping grounds and ancient finds

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her singsong voice

tight the eager eye
on the promise of what could be
bright with summer day
faded now with autumn's touch
the quick natural boys run fast in the the shadows
powerful to the truths of their age
young with wet cowlick face i ran too
holding a dogeared book
of her gentle phrase
felt like the world could have been mine
gentle breeze stirring the faded leaves
and all thouse bright summer faces
who's names have now gone

so strong she took to wing
flew so high saw the sun unadorned
so beautiful this elegant one
her quick smile had no cracks
her clean eyes were full of loving joys
so like the majesty of night
softly entrance
with such gentle caress
so strong took to wing
soared above the green world
swimming in the summer skies and clouds
bathing sweetly in the heavens
with stars for jewels
with moons for toys
so beautiful elegant one

tight the young hand
on the broken book
where her singsong voice was captured so beautifully
could see the worlds mystery's
with such young clarity
she had a way about her
that explained to my young head
all the fresh young boy things i would need
to be with such a strong beauty
with such an elegant promise fulfilled
so i ran like wind
ran like compassion and lightening
fast as the summer sun
strong as winter whispers
for her
my sweet her
in my heart
while her singsong voice captured me in every way
(tribute to sylvia sweet her)

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Complaints as always do ever arise
in this journey which is self imposed..
with this lovely lady eve.. so complicated
one day shes alright. the next shes' brooding
i do try to fathom the depth of her deep feelings
but being just a man i am only able to perceive as much
them lovely ones called eves' always so complex yet adorable
at every stage of the journey a mans greatest companion will be
a daughter of eve.. they make the journey more so bearable.. Eva so

Lewis k. Nyaga

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Citrus Delight

Absentmindedly, I placed
the slice of orange
in my mouth.

As my teeth penetrated
the thin outer skin
the flavor burst on my senses 
like fourth of July sparklers.
I closed my eyes 
to savor the moment.

Slowly, I chewed
as the sweet, tangy
juice filled my mouth
and ran down my chin.

Greedily, I ate
but could not recapture
the utter delight
of that very first bite.

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Cold Keys, Warm Art

(The assignment, on another site, was to write a poem
using at least two words from those suggested. I
used six out of their list of seven:
* Veil 
* Tower 
* Bells ringing 
* Silent like snow 
* Precise 
* Depth)

    Cold Keys, Warm Art

Speak not of the bells
ringing out from the tower,
but the man with the power
of his feet and his fists
on the pedals and levers
at the top of the stair, 
Speak of him, the lonely creator up there,
the carilloneur, for without him
few know that the bells would be silent,
like snow seeking only the depth
of precise calculation, undreaming of scale
measured only by music, by mind flight,
until he lifts the intangible veil,
releasing the art and the joy that they tell.

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Oh God shield them these the lost children of innocence,
Hiding within the darkness of the inner souls
Of humanity, pains forsaken orphans clinging to
Their masks of lies, smiling on the outside,
Yet frowning inwardly.
Nightmares dysfunctional child, raging at phantoms
In the dark with fists of fury drawn, but these are
Illusions of deception of past silhouettes, shadow
Demons that cut deep wounds, at the existing souls
Of our childhood memory.
Tortures tormented beings, lingering at the threshold
Of sanities rough edges, battered scared, the product
Of their dysfunctional environment, behold the lost.
Legacy’s rational survivors, not to be heard, not to be
Seen, the silent living, the kindred alone.
These adolescent misfits of society, begging to be heard
Clamoring to be seen, striving to live amongst his own kind,
The echoed reflection of humanities lost, rippling in the
Rear viewed mirror of the past, screaming at the top of his
Lungs I’m here, and I matter, see me I’m real and I exist.
Entrapment's disciples of pains anguish, captives within the celled
Iron walls of their own mind, unable to brake free, the broken
Winged spirits unable to fly or soar, these angels with bent halos,
Trying to pray yet unable to do so, with their handcuffs of shame,
Holding them prisoners of hatred’s malice, against their violators,
Of trust, for these the lost cannot forgive them.
Oh God shield them these the lost children of innocence,
Hiding within the darkness of the inner souls
Of humanity, pains forsaken orphans clinging to
Their masks of lies, smiling on the outside,
Yet frowning inwardly.

Inspired by a poem written by Lyric Man

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I was planning on going to Azania to die like you
No one would transport me
Away from the rhetoric, and Fidel left before 
I knew. So I wrote on walls
Endless missives of declarations for freedom.
I made words into missiles
But saw no gore, nor body bags, and I wept.
If mine was only a mask I would be another them
The drums heart throbbing would tell me nothing
Except where to board the ship and work my fare
Until I stood in cordite fumes and carbine glare.
I say it securely, but I am not sure
How much of me is recoverable from the past
And how much of you was lost
There are so many broken things in a broken history
So many false images in the cobweb of lies
If thinking becomes a chain
Unless I think like God again.
What would you say Zimbabwe now, this global mirror
In which we must adjust the self against the self?
What would call a man that keeps no vow
So that he may keep a vow?
Is not all love a compulsive obsession
When you believe in its truth?
I am hanging mask on wall tonight, I am going out
To look up at stars and name them all after you.

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In Tribute to Maya Angelou

A Tribute to Maya Angelou

She was my unmet sister.
I loved the wonder of her voice
Always so loud and clear.
I can hear it now, even in death's silence.
She speaks words of wisdom,
Heard around the world.
Words that encouraged, to give yourself
Another chance to do
That you know better.
Her words of truth, in poetry, are profound
Pouring from a heart that has known
Trials and tribulations...knowing how to forgive,
One of life's best lessons. 
Her words ring out to kings, presidents and 
Masses of people, from every status in life.
She was blessed with many friends
And in this we shared another 'sisterhood'.
My elder by 4 years, states and cities apart.
I wish I had met her and had shared some
Poetic thoughts. 
She would have recognized a sister, we both
Being poets who loved to sing.
She will be long remembered and cherished
As a gifted poet, her words lingering forever.

Dorothy "Cynthia" Alvez

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the anthem of what you believe in,
holding on to what is true, good, and important!
like a miracle waiting to happen,
we are all here to see it deepen.
without pressure to stress in,
no more lack of faith or unworthy desires.
a change in what really matters;
will all the joy and pain that comes with it,
we stand prous to stay here waiting,
time after time for you.
when true admirationis not good enough!
it doesn't end when you fail,
it's just an escape to find a better way to succeed.
to believe in more than our capabilities:
to undergo extreme measures,
not forgetting the just and the fair.
the true meaning of rising up to the anthem you fought so hard to believe and keep.

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beautiful girls

One thing I’ve learned is the most beautiful girls are usually the most insecure
Most men think they get enough attention so won’t even open doors
They’ll just stare making her think her body is all she has to give
So this is the life she thinks she has to live

Short skirts with her boobs on show
Club playing songs about rappers seducing hoes
I love Hip-hop but these aren’t the actions I choose to show
Not trying to dress it up but she’s attractive to me without removing clothes

Barely eating this is way beyond dietary restrictions
Almost skin and bones trying to impress him at home
But when she talks he never quietly listens
He’s watching TV and has his face in his phone

She’s comparing herself to the girls he looks at on the internet
But he’s not worth it he hasn’t even took you out for dinner yet
He doesn’t deserve to keep you warm when winter sets
You’re beautiful and don’t need him you should make him your ex

To me there’s nothing sexier than a girl who can take care of herself
So I can kiss and hold her and be there to help
By “help” I mean support her in whatever she plans to do
You will have a lot of guys saying they’re the right man for you

It’s quite clear everywhere you’ve gone men have been
I’m scared they love your body not what’s underneath your skin
But you’ll find me boring for wanting to treat you right
While you dream about the guy giving you nightmares in life

But you’re beautiful even if you don’t see it
I’m talking to every girl in the universe
Be yourself, keep your head high and find a man to show you your worth
Because you’re all beautiful even if you don’t see it 

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Ranny Williams

"Man 'pon spoht"
No more, the ridiculous of convention
To throw in the swine pen of laughter,
Where we turning from red, white and blue
And Ceres transformation, had no clue
Who we were
Or what else we were tto become 
Unless what we were already made to be.

You were a sort of mirror to us
So we would not become
What we were laughing at,
And that we saw
Clearly using lens of humour
You made specifically for the vision here.
I even laughed at me sometimes
What I had borrowed
Or stolen from the old master of our fate.
I laughed at what was villified with hate.

I wanted to be cleanse 
Of what I was not supposed to be
But had no cure or remedy
Though gathered around the radio
The only one my father afforded for the village
That kept my company every night
And taught me folklores
And self in that which I did not understand.
You brought its love to me
When I did not know.

It was this love when I owned it
This love when I knew it was me
Made me worthy of loving me
Of loving my peculiar difference
Set aside by class, and color of my skin
And status that dwindled me within;
This love
Set upon from without,
I had no weapons to defend ...
But you
You and radio liberated with me.
They sold us it not to make us equal
But to take away our wage
In payments week after week.
They did not know
Even when you did without mask before their face;
It was not money that we need to heal
It was faith in us
To laugh, and separate the vain from the real.

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Lady Madness

Lady Madness how dost thou lie in mine bed?
How darest I allow thee upon my honor tread?
Fair Lady, Fair Madness, drop the dagger from the mind!
Remember once we were the honorable kind?
Oh how hath we slain the king? Lest some restless
worm eateth at thy brain?
My love, my dearest, I pushed thee though thou pushed me!
To hell with Hecate and her faces three!
I love the fair Lady!  Rest upon my cheek.
Perhaps you will return to sanity should you meet God in sleep.

Mary Evangeline

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(The assignment, on another site, was to write a poem
using at least two words from those suggested. I first
used six out of their list.  Now, here is my revision,
using all seven:

* Alabaster 
* Veil 
* Tower 
* Bells ringing 
* Silent like snow 
* Precise 
* Depth)

    Cold Keys, Warm Art

Speak not of frozen alabaster
from the halls of statuary,
rather of melodious sounds
imparted now by living bells
ringing out their glory from the tower,
and of the man who shares the power
of feet and fists upon
the pedals and the levers
at the top of the winding stair.
Speak of him, the lonely creator up there,
the carilloneur, for without him
few know that the bells would be silent,
like snow seeking only the depth
of precise calculation, undreaming of scale
measured only by music, by mind flight,
until he lifts the intangible veil,
releasing the art and the joy that they tell.

I had the privilege once to mount those stairs
with a carilloneur, and watch her perform from
a very challenging and complex score on this 
fascinating array of levers and handles up there, 
as the huge swinging bells rang above and around 
us.  Never to be forgotten!

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Daughter of Loneliness

Oh! daughter of loneliness
worshiper of horus
though quite unaware
collector of dandelions
look over here then
double chins on racehorses!
that slight stain on your two fingers
story of cigarette hungers
and nicotine romances
dealt with in shadow quietly
no fierce gazes now from church ladies
magnificent in their clucking bow
processing the dirt at your feet
lest your sins discolor the very ground
of your precious precious little town

Oh! daughter of the earth
collector of dandelions
rush of cicada wings
trembling, quickening
at your approach
my proud back collapses
a new S shape coils
vertabraeic tribute then
I will paw at the dirt
your proud mother
our shared ancestor then
keeper of the dead
drifts through my fingers
the tribute of the soil

Nothing here to keep
the servants are onto something
that shiny image you have of me
a flaking wedge of cake
in your mind, now grown stale
nibbled at slowly by the scuffling teeth
of doubt, of fear, of the nakedness of faith
a spectral rodent drifts in and out
he is made of uselessness and has no point
and scurries about on errands
please, swallow whole that cake
release that sobbing doppelganger
from that mindful prison of time
lest your sins discolor the very ground
of your precious precious little town

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understanding women

I stopped trying to understand them a long time ago
What’s going on in their mind is near impossible to know
I made the mistake thinking I knew everything about them
All I know is it’s impossible to be a king without them

They may drive me mad and confuse me most the time
But I always have one on my mind
Their logic rarely makes sense
Yet at the same time make us feel weak and give us strength

Realised this when I used to sit with my ex
All I know is she loved the way it touched her and kissed on her neck
Right now that’s something she wished she could forget
We could get back together, but there’s plenty more fish for me yet

Every female is different that’s why I take my time to know them
When I like one I find different ways to show them
When we’re together their pain is mine
Even though it’s annoying how they change their mind

I’ve learnt if you’re going to argue with a lady
You are going to need armour
Even though it sounds crazy
Just accept she’s right, save a lot of time and drama

You should be scared when a girl says “I’m fine”
How is it possible to make us happy, sad, angry, and confused at the same time?
The only thing I know as a man
Is women are beautiful but damn near impossible to understand 

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The Boxer's Arena

He steps into the ring pristine
From thousands of hours training
Featuring a sleek, lightning speed to match
Dynamic power punches and delivery

But all that is a secret
The opponent comes in unknowing
Facing off to determine 
The nature of the challenge

Two fighters tangle
First softly, like gentlemen greeting
This is not barbaric blood lust
They tease and taunt
Getting the crowd on the rims of their seats

Good money is thrown to view
Adversaries compete in their element
In the first round, they dodge and weave
Ducking single power blows
Getting by on body shots

Round two, our boxer comes alive
All his muscles stretched and poised
He delivers magnetic combinations
In this charismatic tour de force

Stripping the combatant of his wits
The two gladiators dance
But clear favor is bestowed

In the third round
The opponent puts up his best onslaught
Throwing caution to the wind
He is wounded and emergency spins

Our fighter withstands the last death march
And puts him down
With a power packed uppercut
Flesh hits the ground
The ring official draws the curtain
And the crowd goes raucus

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If ever there was an icon of the culture it is you
I saw gerrehbenta again tonight
I remember all other
Pieces of me woven into a movement
From all the movements upon the stage.
You have crossed some rivers
Coming here, did you not
Ah but the power of kumina
That cause buckra to abandon
His fortune in us
That made us supple for the pass.
Sweet in the morning I hear the spirit cry
The drumscore loud as a beating heart.
Sulkari, Sulkari
There is an urban fissure
Where the legend of Rex has graced.
But you will hold the candle to the face
Of night, and let us see new stars
That he said were us a rudderless race
If we cease to believe
The conflict is gut and sinews bleeding.
This culture must extricate us
Mind, body, and soul
Tear down the obscurity of our genius
And command the stage alone
With open arms 
As examples of love, as burnt offerings
Of forgiveness.
You are the candle dancing in the storm
The white wax ebbs away
And the fire is unmiistakeably our voice today.

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Boston Marathon 2013

Rock us
To the core
Images splattered
Across every screen
New news, wrong news, bad news
In the brouhaha all semblance
Of order is lost
A marathon turned to a scramble
Some run for their lives
Some race to the fallen
The horror drags on
Police killed
School than neighborhood
Locked down
Ghost town
Of a vibrant city
Stats come in
3 killed in double blasts
260 injured
1 policeman shot
Yet the suspects (2)
Are dead or caught
Does this mean
We can

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Lincoln Lincoln

Lincoln, Lincoln

Lincoln, Lincoln he no stinkum
he was good man, yes siree.

He the one that set um free
makeum homes for you and me.

Him the one who wears black clothes
had tall hat and crooked nose.

He the tall and stately bird
people all around him heard,
as him giveum big address
at Gettysburg, him didum best.

Him was shot by John Wilkes Booth
oh, this man was quite uncouth.

Then they laid um Abe to rest
me thinks him the very best.

By:  Marilyn Jennings

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To Clive, concerning Struggle

How easily we could avoid that perpetually mundane institution. 
But we subject ourselves to it. 
Day in and day out. 
Waking to wrathful conflict, flagellating our psyches with sick, 
venomous passion. 
What to do what to do what to do 
Imagine a situation. 
Imagine that situation resolved and forgotten. 
Between those two statements lies the answer, in one word. 
We'll never know that word. 
Most of us take comfort in that. 
Now, imagine a world with meaning, truth, and a clear path. 
Choices that make themselves, codes of honor to uphold. 
This should be ideal. 
And to some, it is. 
But I do not exist in the same illustrious kingdom as 
Standing outside the walls, I realize I must make my own way. 
I loathe this fact daily. 
We search, and search, some find, some give up. 
Others... reevaluate. 
What is the place for the reevaluators?

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Goodness of the LORD

Goodness of the Lord

The goodness of the Lord
if you choose to believe will certainly bless your heart,
thinking upon this God of love 
and upon His Spirit of whom He chose to impart.

We can think on His tender mercies
His loving kindness to,
His faithfulness, meekness, patience and love
only to mention a few.

His goodness is a continual blessing
it flows from the Master’s hand,
so freely coming down from Heaven
upon us who are like a dry and thirsty land.

He sends the rain upon the evil and 
upon His righteous ones to,
it shows the heart of this God we serve
and what we can expect Him to do.

Our God even sees a small little sparrow
that falls from earth’s  majestic sky,
so we can truly believe that He will notice
the hurts of His children and when we begin to cry.

Jesus, there is no one like You,
and, Your face I can hardly wait to behold,
but for now, I thank You for Your absolute goodness
and Your Word for of You I’ve been told.

Written by:  Marilyn Jennings

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The 60's

 It was a cultural revolution, while a world jumped to conclusions
 Of mini-skirts, and go-go boots, and psychedelic tensions
The flower child, would smile and sprout communal peaceful versions
about a war, and called it wrong, and marched to have it end.
Mary, Peter, Paul, would sing,... Pete Seeger wrote his songs
While somewhere soldiers fought the throng of distant Viet Cong  

The wonder years, had rendered us to march in protest parades
Invading rights, the south would fight against the Ku Klux Klan
Rosa Parks would take a seat and fight for rights of men
her bravery would light the world. .. and sparked a light within

 The Beatles sang of "Yesterday", and everything between
"Imagine" if you can at all,.......what peace could ever bring

The evening brewed the Cronkite news, and we believed in him
On distant shores the scores of dead, the dreaded war ensued

A bullet broke the heart of man...
and we would watch a child salute 
    the father that he loved and knew
                            struck down beneath, 
                                 a Texas sky one cloudy afternoon ...        
His uncle too, ...then, Dr. King.....succumbed to hate, such fate would come, as well
The dates we keep with lock and key, and still,....our throats will swell

Yet through the clouds, into the step for all mankind
Would light the world,  again with hope.....and take us to the moon

For Kelly's Contest: Decades

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These are the voyages of our childhood,
To take the souls of a generation beyond
Our earthly realm, to explore the undiscovered
Countries of humanities inner being.
To travel through the eyes of these visionaries,
Who grappled with the very stars of the heavens
On our behalf, us the earth bound creatures of society,
Whom wished to be free, untethered to seek the
Worlds beyond our understanding, these the astronauts
Of the first contact, who held us spell bound on the big
Silver screen.
These bigger than life men and women, traveling together
Into spaces unknown abyss, left us mesmerized blinded
By the future and what may lie ahead for us as a species.
Side by side we’d sit within our living rooms,
Every week watching suspended within our safety
Zone, while these brave individuals showed us
Just how vast the universe really was, and the
Differences that made our species so unique
And marvelous.
Teachers of the human experience, we were
Learning about ourselves at the same time,
But completely unaware of its influence or
Ramifications it would take upon us, this
Generation lost in space. 
Did we truly not understand that we were
Also being taking along for their rides of
Exploration, passengers of thought,
Participants of emotions, to go where
No man has gone before, these are
The voyages of the Star Track Enterprise.
And to their crew we owe them so 
I’ll proudly wear the uniform of a 
Trekie, beam me up old friend Scottie,
We’ll hold that engine together right
Beside thee, we’ll shout to Captain Kirk
That your giving her all you’ve got.
Join in Spock's live long and prosper,
Theology, spreading our fingers apart
In the vulcons signal of peace.
Lend a helping hand to bones, to heal
A troubled crew, whom are far away
From earth’s sheltering harbor of safty.
For we are the trekies of a by gone
Ages generation, the lost in space
Whom found ourselves abound this vessel
Of fantasy.


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au teur

     au teur…
     (apropos spike)

stage two
act three
action g!

just dead bodies
in the bloody streets
over which we marched our feet
trying but failing to stop the follies

the unjust cannot
give up justice
a birthright 
stolen from the dead:

from sea to shinning sea
we’re still here
ever to be free
our seeds unending
and immune to all imposed fear

now got to do the right thing
through any means necessary
higher learning reigns
people are now ready
we’re rocking steady
plymouth rock is gone
and we’re claiming our own
floating and stinging
freedom ringing:

that’s a rap!
no more crap!

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Should we praise
the chanteuse who sang
"I regret nothing"?
Was she a saint
or a sociopath?
Did she forget 
the peccadilloes,
the slights,
the insults and
harsh words
we are so prone to?

I regret so much,
so very, very much:
the chanced shaking 
of another heart,
the deafness to her tears,
the blindness to her 
unsung lamentations.
Too much a coward to love,
I would run-- run away, even
jumping an ocean to flee
what was between her and me.

Now, aging, I regret 
I cannot make amends
to those lost loves.
I cannot say,
"I am sorry, I was weak,
in fear of your love.
Forgive me."

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This man of many faces, and personalities had
Slack sticks sense of humor, flowing through
His very veins, we cried with him, lived and
Died with him, through his acting and
Characterizations skills, but there was so
Much more to him.
Robin Williams seemed a force indestructible,
Challenging against the barriers of limitations,
He bravely pushed down the walls of restrictions
In the venues of comic ignorance, and we loved
Him for it.
Stretching himself thin on our behalf his loyal 
Fans, this talented man brought drama, and 
Thrills to us, exposing the raw side of life,
And held the human race accountable for the
Kindred souls within our mists.
From Miss Doubtfire, to Jake, and good morning 
Vietnam, varieties comic chameleon what a
Legacy to leave a mirror of humanity to reflect
Upon in cheers, and laughter all rolled up in one
Man’s inheritance for generations to come.
A living ball of energy, never seeming to slow
Down on motivation, or inspiration but it all
Ended in a train wrecks collision, a star colliding
Within sorrows shock, leaving behind a black 
Holes echo.
 Oh Robin you left us to young, alone audience, 
Frozen in suspense clapping, crying and
Begging for more, but on a grander stage
We believe your comic antics still play on,
And God and his angels are happier for your
Arrival but for us here on earth we weep
For the loss of your presence.
A humble man of simple honesty who 
Wished for nothing more than to share
His greatest comedic gift with the world, 
He gave us a treasure, never to be matched
In values worth more than silver or gold’s
Fortune, the ultimate joy of laughter.
We didn’t realize the pain within the
Man, the smiling clown of comedy you 
Hide it so well my friend, how could we
Have known, that beneath this gentleman’s
Mask of humor, lied a tormented spirit
Who just wanted to be loved?
This man of many faces, and personalities had
Slack sticks sense of humor, flowing through
His very veins, we cried with him, lived and
Died with him, through his acting and
Characterizations skills, but there was so
Much more to him.


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Mystical Voyager where have you gone,
Your footsteps trail amongst the stars
Divides have stopped, we dare not follow
You into this heavens undiscovered county
Poet, artist, philosopher of the human 
Condition, with your eyes of vision what
Wondrous things do you see now?
This quiet man whom lingered amongst the
Stilled waters of the pondering soul, he
Asked for nothing, except peace and
Tranquility calming Sholes.
Dearest kindred we mourn the loss,
But celebrate your life, you’ve touched
Us with your existence, and enriched us
With your presence.
Live long and prosper were your words
Of thunder, did it so ripple across our lives
Like a storm clouds lightening strike,
Enlightening us with prides respect
To honor our fellow brethren 
Not with ignorance but instead with
Love and tolerance, shall we embrace
Their difference and in the end
These traits will make mankind stronger.
The band leader has grown silent now,
But his message is still loud and proud, ringing
Across the universe, the soundings echo
Can still be heard crystal clear, let us as
As a species stand up for one another,
Like a blazing flames torch, to be held
Up high, for all others to see and know
Us for the better of it.
Behold Leonard Nimoy this is the legacy
You’ve shown us, and we’ll remember
You with tender tears of respect for the
Great gift that you’ve shared. Live long
And prosper are dearest friend,
And may your journey’s end find
You with fair winds at your back
Mystical Voyager where have you gone,
Your footsteps trail amongst the stars
Divides have stopped, we dare not follow
You into this heavens undiscovered county

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          Just for one moment in your arms I found heaven. A safe haven. Somewhere where I 
didn't have to worry or feel afraid. Out of the darkest places that i've ventured into I finally found a 
light that shines brighter than i've ever known. Do you even know? I doubt you know the extent of 
my love. Oh boy why did I even mention that? Cause I truly am confused. Even though you 
made me sad you made me happier far more. I will always appreciate your guidance. I will 
always appreciate your tenderness. I know that heaven was in reach and that god was trying to 
tell me something the day I met you. This is a little weird cause this is starting to sound like a 
tribute. Maybe it is. A tribute to something. A tribute to new love. A tribute to love lost. A tribute to 
all of the above. I've never felt love before. But i've also never felt something so power and 
something so real either. So as I sit here contemplating my fate all I can say is I got a little taste 
of heaven. I got to visit the place my daddy went away to be. I got to feel safe. I haven't felt that 
sense of security since well since I stop eating happy meals and falling asleep in the back of my 
dads suv. I haven't felt that good since the last time my dad took me fishing.I want to go back to 
heaven. But only in your arms can I reach it... Heaven.

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All over this land there are people and families living. 
Guys and gals living how they do. 
Adding to the history of our nation. 
In towns and villages, by the coast in small harbours and on isolated islands. 
Young and old, happy and sad. 
See them in their lives, so many past memories and future dreams. 
We are them, they are us. 
Some are parents, others kids doing what kids do. 
Adults work to support their families, coal miners and soldiers, waitresses and bar girls. 
Our country, home to so many people. 
Shaped by war and forged in battle. 
A third of the world was our empire. 
Empire people settled here as decades pass. 
Pages add to the story of England. 
Day by day, dawn becoming dusk. 
What will tomorrow bring for us all. 
Joyous family life or perilous battle abroad? 
Will you take a summer day trip to Chester or a winter holiday in Durham? 
England here for us all to see. 
So much to see and do. 
You add to our history in your own way.