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Details | Tanka | |

No Goodbye


    All the people gone

        not wanting to say goodbye

            next to you i sit

                frozen unable to weep

                    the earth falls from my small hand...

Copyright © Sharon Ruebel

Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

You Didn't Even Say Goodbye

Why did you just get up and go away?
I thought that you would be here for me every single day
You did not even say goodbye
And if things went wrong, why did you not say "Lets try"?
I sit by my window and I am all alone
I am sitting there waiting and you don't even phone
What shall I do for the rest of my life?
When I thought we'd always be together as husband and wife
So as I sit by my window, I know in my heart
That we'll be together again, because we were never meant to part
Then as I look out of my window
In another world I can see
We will be together as it was always meant to be

Copyright © Veronica Aicher

Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

Copyright © Courtney Courtney

Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Goodbye Johnny Walker

Goodbye Johnny Walker
Joanna Davis


I swear I’m in a nightmare
I know it’s some bad dream
this craving for the deadly juice
is nothing new it seems
Our life is one long quarrel, 
a battle no one can win
Am I paying a kind of penance,
for some past life of sin?
I won’t put up with this forever
the smell or wavering gait,
If I stay with you much longer,
I’ll surely be tempting my fate
A soul that’s soaked with liquor,
with breath to ignite a match
But your handsome looks so deceiving
I naively believed you a catch!
You’ll promise it’s the last time,
say you’re done… that it’s the end!
But in me you see a nagging wife,
while in the bottle - a comforting friend
Tell me exactly how, I can win,
or compete with something so pure?
What kind of psychological jargon,
would even up the score?
This demon is so elusive,
someone, somewhere, please advise me
What spirits will finally convince you
to seek your desired sobriety!


Copyright © jo davis

Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)





Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Verse | |

Tender Years

Your brown eyes speak 
bright laughter has etched your fair face
Your brown eyes speak
their bright allure is your mystique 
with hands which hold such solemn grace
Oh I still long for your embrace
Your brown eyes speak

We breath in awe
for our journey's just begun now
We breathe in awe
for each distilled memory's raw
each ripe thought rewound, an old vow
hand in hand our beliefs avowed
We breath in awe

New Beginnings
for souls with eyes of brown and gray
New Beginnings
bodiless and ever singing
rise unbound, released, of earth's cliche
a higher calling to convey
New Beginnings


*Form a Rondelet string.
poet: Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Free verse | |

A real nightmare

Waking up from a nightmare suddenly to my surprise 
scanning the room for conscous anwsers back to my nightmare
I thought to myself after a couple minutes pass by I'm out again
this is what's playing in my head there's a family of four
a husband ,wife ,son and daugther the american dream turned
into a nightmare, one day the husband and wife couldn't keep their 
sprak alive so they started cheating and lying to eachother
that was just the start after a few months past by all the 
lies and cheating have finally taken it's toll the husband left work
early to say goodbye to his kids one at a time telling them 
his going away for a little while I love you's were said the husband
went home and unstead of packing he grabbed his father's old rifle 
he called his wife said goodbye then blew his brains all over the 
house those four called a home I wish I could wake up from this 
nightmare but it's a very tragic reality



Richard Tarr 11/27/12

Copyright © Richard Tarr

Details | Burlesque | |

What is next

I have been looking for my dream car, 1971 Chevelle. Carrying out dreams and goals are not bad things at all. There is a positive on this. I have a very vivid mind and it goes to work from time to time. Thats a feeling. It is hard for Ek to remember things. How i Feel. Song. Everyone thinks people are there to help them but everyone is out for themselves not trying to help each other out. It is all a dream she would have done this and she would have done that but she did not reply. Where did the girls go was the questions asked by all the guys and then discussed by the girls as they drive off. You were drunk, rambling, and you ran them away. Pure 3-2718space240Dash Bravo. What is this you ask? You can put pure in front of anything and sell It.

Copyright © greg bell

Details | Rhyme | |

If I die before I wake

As I die he will be with me,
I fell in love he had the key,
And always knelt on one knee.

My last thoughts are of him, 
As the lights go dim,
Life circling on a rim.

All at once we are apart,
The taste is so tart,
It all hits me in the heart.

You are left to live,
My heart your captive,
There is nothing to forgive.

My cheeks blush so shy,
With a tear in my eye,
As I start to die.

Fear not for I am well,
As many up here can tell,
It is not quite hell.

As I look from above,
kissing the forehead of my love,
I wonder what he dreams of.

I look at him so fondly,
his lips curve so grandly,
as he sleeps so soundly.

I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed,
I wish to be with him but I am dead,
My life over and has fled.

I fear for my love for he is kind,
Strong handsome and well lined,
But now I leave him way behind.

Finding love is like a quiz,
Never knowing what it is,
He needs love from a heart as strong as his.

Copyright © Michi Watts

Details | ABC | |

Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland

Details | Rhyme | |

KISS GOODBYE

I’ll leave you a kiss when I leave
But I’m off with my lover to Paris
The thought of you makes me heave
I know all about you and fat Alice

You said you were working late
But that’s just been a pack of lies
You were discovered in bed on that date
With that moo with the wobbly thighs

Guess that two can play at that game
I think its time to call it a day
We can both hang our heads in shame
As I’ve gone off with her hubby Ray

Jan Allison
4th September 2014
Contest: The Poet II
Sponsored by Gautami Phookan

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | I do not know? | |

Set You Free

You make me laugh,
You make cry,
You make my heart skip a beat,
Even though you don’t try,

I really can’t imagine,
Living my life without you,
Our little girl would be sad,
And I would be too,

You say you want out,
So I will set you free,
I feel I have no other choice,
It will be just her and me,

I’m sorry for all the hurt,
And also for the pain,
At one point we were happy,
I wish things had stayed the same,

I wish you all the best,
And a happy life too,
But just remember,
We will always love you.

Copyright © Alexandra Green

Details | Rhyme | |

Vexing High

I’m caught in the midst of a dream I reside –
tumbling lovers tempting romance with pride.
Twisting and thrusting, to and fro with hate –
stumbling over a beautiful destiny and fate.

Creeping and crawling through shards of hope –
resisting the tension on a loveless, tight rope.
Shuddering in solitude, and mentally numb –
oblivious to the breakdown of who I’ve become.

Teasing and taunting, the years of lost time –
mocking their innocence with words and rhyme.
Insulting their integrity, of wrong over right –
disregarding true feelings, absconding the night.

Searching the wreckage, down high and up low –
for bits of true love and familiar pieces I know.
Vexing in torment, and accepting thy defeat –
of an unspeakable romantic tale of deceit.

Copyright © Stacy Stiles

Details | I do not know? | |

Saying Goodbye


Through summer nights
And winter days
Through springtime flowers
And autumn's golden haze
We lived together in war and peace.

But now you're gone
And I must stay
And face this cold, cruel world
Just me.

I've cried I grieved
Both night and day
But found there is no other way

To Live my life the way God planned
Unless I take the upper hand

And live my life
Just not for thee
I just have to live for me.


josette key      2010

Copyright © Josette Key

Details | Rhyme | |

Tragic Love

I’ve never felt like this before,
I’ve never loved a man.
I’ve never felt completely safe
Just by holding someone’s hand.

I can’t believe we lasted so long,
What do you have there?
I can’t believe you’re on your knee
So this is how much you care.

I love you so my dear,
Enough to say yes.
I love you to the ends of the earth.
So much, I’ll even wear this dress.

Why are we fighting like this?
Won't you please sleep next to me?
Why don’t you come home on time?
I’m too scared to face reality.

How did this happen?
I can’t believe I was so stupid.
How could I not have seen?
I though it had been the work of Cupid.

Now my heart is shattered.
While your heart is just fine.
Now I'm all alone again,
Knowing you were never mine.

I’ll never fall in love again.
You’ve destroyed me.
I’ll never trust another man.
Seeing as you’re left with ALL our money.

I must thank you though.
You’ve taught me a lesson I hold quite dear.
Never fall in love.
And never believe the words that you hear.

Copyright © whitney wilson

Details | Free verse | |

Less Than A Day

The touch of your whispers has blown through the air
And the wave of summer disappears in the sand
There’s nothing to stop these memories are gone
Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they’ve stopped
Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist
The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist
You picture the east and close her eyes
For the dawn’s a coming in all of our lives
The night’s now bleeding forever it tilts
Circling the orbit no rest from the filth
Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim
And the skies from the ocean will always stand still
The pain from the east has moved to the west
These days are numbered just like the rest
Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away
The whole world has changed in less than a day

Copyright © John Paluszek

Details | I do not know? | |

I

I want to cry but tears wont come to my eyes
I want to scream but no one hears me
I have fought hard but with nothing coming from my trys
I can't go on I want to break free

I cant hold on anymore to love that is not returned
I need to move on and find someone
I have done been burned
I know your love is gone

Copyright © nita martin

Details | Lyric | |

Goodbye

Goodbye
It seems like I just met you
And yet it has been three years
It seems like I just started to fall in love with you
Two years have passed
It seems like we just got married 
And it has been a year and a half
But here I am 
Standing here 
As you break my heart
And walk away
I cannot keep begging you to stay
My heart does not work that way
And as much as I long for you 
I know I will be better off 
I wish it did not hurt so badly
I wish I could just be mad
However I cannot deny
That I will always love you 
And a part of me died the day 
You walked out that door
Without even saying 

~Goodbye~

By: Jean Shular

Copyright © Jean Bonella

Details | Rhyme | |

Bite Me

What do you mean, you don't like my hair?
It's your opinion,  but do you think I care?

The note you left on the mirror today,
full of hate, and misery, a mistake I pray.

I tried to be the woman of your dreams,
But nothing seems good enough it seems.

The snide remarks you seem to bait,
About my face, my job, my weight.

My thighs, my chin, my eyes, clothes worn.
All became the subject of your scorn. 

I've finally had enough... I plea,
Accept me As Is, or just Bite Me!  





Copyright © Mary Waldeck

Details | Free verse | |

Ode to The Man Who Left Me

Seeing you still the same but different
Changes only my eyes could understand
Walked pass the noised hallways
Your eyes wore meaning, I couldn’t find solace.

I walked behind you trolling
The familiar blueprint of your physique
Had me palpitating but my heart was crawling
How could I un-love my everything?

Recalling the days that expanded the minute
The pain I felt, the trauma I’m in it
Cursing the living and longing for death
The pain is endless, lose my breath

Your finger marks the ring you’re missing.
A sight so lethal but what is it you’re really losing?
Life is worth smiling when it’s simple
You made it complicated, now I am in crumble

If space and time is what you’re weary.
Be fearless and blanket my fury
I am a lady without a man
Bring me thorns with a rose petal
I’ll give you a seed that grows medal.

Copyright © Yvette Dignos

Details | Light Poetry | |

GoodBye

So confused,
Not knowing what to do?
I love you so much,
But I love him too.

Most of the time;
All we ever do is fight,
I really don't have a clue,
On how to make it right?

I want to be with you,
But he is never off my mind,
I'm sorry that I am hurting you,
I'm sorry i'm that kind.

Why do i still love my Ex?
I ask myself everyday,
I have you now,
But I just want to hold him and say,

I miss you so much,
You are the love of my life,
I want to be with you forever,
I want to be your wife.

He would never hurt me,
Curse at me or lie,
So that is why I have to say,
I'm sorry and Good-Bye.

Copyright © Pam Hicks

Details | Couplet | |

Don't Kiss A Wish Goodbye

To us, what is a kiss?
If, it’s done with a twist

A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish

Is it your way of saying goodbye?
Maybe, you need a break for a while

A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish

Do you want to end this way?
The sacred vow we disobey

A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish

Which one is wrong, yours or mine?
Then, let’s make a kiss to find the lime

A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish

Why don’t we wish a gentle kiss? 
A real kiss made of a gentle wish

A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish

A kiss is a symbol of you and me
Once we both deeply wished to be

So, bye-bye to pretentious kiss
And, no more pretentious wish






Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago

Details | Lyric | |

My Final Goodbye

One last kiss, that's all I ask
But will you give, this simple task?
To leave is hard, and you don't care
But all you wanted was one last stare.
I wish we loved, the way we used to
all I wanted, was to stay with you.

So I guess that's it, I guess we're through
The love we had just wasn't true.
One last time to tell you why
But all I can do is say goodbye.

Another day to touch your face
Just one last kiss, one more taste.
I want to tell you, like before
If I could tell you, I need more.
But once again, you don't care
If only you knew, you are my air.

So I guess that's it, I guess we're through
The love we had, just wasn't true.
One last time to tell you why,
but all I can do is say good-bye.

Copyright © Stefani Boehm

Details | Narrative | |

His Last Goodbye

 
His old hands knew life and its painful sting,
   They also had embraced love and the pleasures it brings.
They had been scarred battered and abused,
   They were what had provided his living and were thoroughly used.
They were callused and worn, 
    And scars showing places where they had been ripped and torn.
But they were also tender and kind and could show a gentle touch.
    When holding on to life’s treasures that he cherished so much.
But now they held something he knew he could not keep.
    As he clung to his beloved in her last moments before she reached out for 
eternal sleep.
As tears flowed down his leathery old face, 
   He held her tight in his last embrace.
Memories came flooding into his mind,
   As he thanked the Lord for letting him share this precious find.
He felt so lost in this moment of grief,
    He wanted to scream he needed relief.
He knew this day would someday appear,
    But he figured he would be the one lying here.
As he gathered himself up he said sweetie what am I going to do?
    As he patted her lifeless hand he said I’ll always love you.

Copyright © Ronald Bingham

Details | Free verse | |

Invisible

merely existing in the periphery
of one’s own missing other life
a lone shadow within a shadow
swanning the outskirts of reality
an unaccountable hollow voice
echoing, back and forth, across
wounded canyons hidden inside
deep enigmatic incurable scars
of a nonexistent careless mind,
wholly bankrupt, living beyond
subsistence, without a purpose
or any visible means of survival
in a faithless world of hypocrisy,
an unwanted invisible castaway
adrift, both desolate and lifeless,
a vagrant heart, void of meaning,
immured within idle daydreams
of a someone, no longer known,
for such is the man predestined
to suffer forever the inescapable
memoirs of a forgotten husband.

© Eugene Harvey

Copyright © Eugene Harvey

Details | Bio | |

Love's Final Goodbye

As a queen by his side, I truly enjoyed the ride
Always loved myself as seen through his eyes
His arrival was perfectly timed
Together, we were magnificently aligned
A man of righteous soul and powerful mind
Body like a temple, strong and defined
The perfect incarnation of love, from whom the meaning of man was derived
Never knew true joy or true pain until the day that he arrived
Until the day we took that ride
Over the clouds we soar, through them we glide
Destiny is fulfilled from the moment our worlds collide
Even now as a grown woman I still question why
Why happy moments occupy the shortest days of our lives
Why we allow love to be broken down by lie after lie
Why all those lonely nights I cry,
To mourn a love that has left me so low after lifting me so high
For years and years believe me I tried
But my mind continued to uncover truths my love couldn't deny
My heart suffered blow after blow but I kept it inside
Cruel words add insult to injury always taken in stride
For so long I was far to willing to swallow my pride
For this man whom I had slowly come to despise
Passively awaiting love's final goodbye

Copyright © Emily Probert

Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye

To whom it may concern my life is slipping away from me
I have no control over thy painful thoughts
I weep in my heart, but you don't want to hear
I scream in my soul, but you look away
I wretch in agony, but you don't want to know
You don't want to know that you caused this pain

I cry out in the night for your sweet embrace
Your touch and sweet words, "No one can take your place"
But, I feel her presence no matter what I do
I wish you could let go of her
Let there only be two
 

Copyright © Courtney Dyer