In churned up soil the poppy rose
On top of death, still steadily grows
And in our minds we see the crosses
That lie in rows and count our losses
Blood that drips from tiniest bloom
Beloved children, lost from the womb
Their essence blown upon the earth
For infinity, will show their worth
And so they marched by decree
A war they fought, so we could be free
The poppy, how we remember them now
So in silence we do reverently bow
One single day, just once every year
To remember all the horror and fear
To give thanks and praise, to those in need
Who saved us through unselfish deed
For so young when they said goodbye
With no idea that so many would die
In Flanders Fields where poppies grow
Innocence, now lays buried in each row
For those that did return safely home
Their spirit lost and so had flown
To fly away among the peaceful skies
With friends and larks with carefree eyes
In the thunder hear the roar of guns
Calling to all our native sons
Arise, arise, from sleep once more
For once again, there will be war
In Flanders Fields, the poppies grow
They cover our loved ones, buried below
Like a blanket, they protect all within
From a world that is ravished by sin
More souls will join them as the years go by
More wars will be fought, as the lark does cry
More fields will be filled, with our dead
And poppies will mark their graves in red
"Lest we forget and more shall die"
"In Flanders Fields our loved ones lie"
If only I can ask the world
To gather all the love
Each person has.
If only I can feel the love
Free of inhibitions in some extent
And share it all.
If only I can be
With the love of yours
So that I can have my last wish.
If you permits me to live and die
Unconditionally with and without you
Oneness reflected indeed.
We treat it like a marble
in our pocket for a while
we win it
we lose it
but no matter where it goes
it always holds
the warmth of our hands
"Times Square was magnet to rejoicing
hearts, as mine was on that day the victors
came. With roses, red, as were perhaps,
my cheeks, I vowed each bloom for
every home-come valiant there I'd see."
"I see her still despite the sixty years,
a taintless angel clutching there a bunch
of roses, red, as were her lips, a pair of
magnets that had drawn me close and
closer yet, and in a flash, the kiss."
"The kiss, a flash of light, and all from
senses blotted out, save for warm, tender
lips on mine, my body backward bent
in sweet surrender held by arms, the scent
of roses crushed between our breasts."
"Our breasts thus pressed, the roses in
between; how long did we remain thus
still in time? For but a span of breath
commingled, held? A moment's measure
of twined heartbeats kept in trance?"
"In swooning trance, then rudely snapped
out from by surging mass, rejoicing river
crowd, there wrenching him away, and me,
still stunned, forgetting there to hand him
but a single, breast-pressed rose."
"A single rose, if but to press to lips, or
in between the pages of a book held dear,
a keepsake from an angel kissed but with
no name to call in sleep-failed nights,
for failing there to even give my name."
"My name, I wish I had the sense there
but to whisper to his ear then yet so close.
Perhaps, it would have been the key
to worlds away from lonely wards and
wakeful nights with just the sick with me."
"With me is but the memory of lips, their
warmth the years have deftly dimmed;
that kiss, a quick-eyed lens man stilled, now
wrought a lifelike replica of vanished time,
one budding love rose crushed by fickle fate."
The eye,a sign the
unwise can't comprehend
Forged from the world's
illumination in darkened
enlightened ones like
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac
The eye is a tree
with many branches like
Priory of Scion,Knight
in all corners of earth.
The world is clothed
through wisdom from
The eye,all seeing
emblem of power and
riches to the lion hearted
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and
Creating the social order
through men of power....
Some see it as a
curse,others a blessing.
I feel it,the great eye is
(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)
--- Note: "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. ---
You fancied yourself a singer,
and indeed you were.
What songs we heard from you
you had made your own,
and you gave them freely
to all who would listen
(though we were just a few
who were, at times, inattentive.)
Time and remembrance may color
the images you left behind,
and the sentimental songs
you sang (and scribed on silver disks
for us to hear when, and if, we will)
may prod us to recall
your willful, dour demeanor
which could bloom into benevolence
or darken further in stormy sneers
at tardiness, or at perceived
maltreatment of any sort.
You were your own arbiter of behavior
who kept before you expectations
of what was appropriate, for yourself
and for us, the others of your kind.
We were few (still fewer now),
who flocked together on occasion
to celebrate, in quiet fashion,
whatever anniversary we chose --
perhaps your passing date
will become another to be marked.
And your voice, reproduced mechanically,
amplified, may remind us of our loss,
and of yours.
A nation of peace,a nation of pride
A nation that's spread far and wide.
A nation of hope,a nation of joy,
Thats free for all, man,women ,girl and boy.
A nation to give,a nation to take
A nation filled with reggae,socca,calypso and rake and scrape.
A nation of colors; black,gold,aqua....sometimes called blue
can be seen everywhere above land and under sea too.
A nation of democracy and old english style,but things sure have changed if you
look up our file.
From outside rock stoves,to TV,radio,computers and wi-fi connectivity.........
I'd say that a long way from July 10 1973.
An nation filled with hospitality,love and history,
Arawaks,Caribs and American Indians are the basis of our nationality.
A nation where Tourism is number one, because of the Bounty of sand sea and sun.
Yes,a nation of Youth,sports ,culture,uniqueness and island fashion trends,
Like native Androsia our own local blend......and straw work and junkanoo,the list has no end.
This nation of beauty,splendor and self defense ;yes its celebarting its own INDEPENDENCE.
Trapped in a perfect world, what does time
mean? Wait, nothing is permanent in this
Stay or go. Which way did you decide?
Is that your hand reaching out to me,
Shall I grab your wrist; wait, this is fine.
The sweet scent of timelessness circles
over my head spinning me heedless.
Moods float keeping my goodness in
place; there, now I can see your face
floating on the canvas circled with a
brush in all the grand colors.
The thrush of ochre, gray and sand.
Tips of green highlight the tops of
trees sitting against a sky splashed
in blue hue.
I feel you there pulling my hand
spinning me around and around
through years of you and me,
burning candles from the heart,
aroma swerving through the soul.
We set apart, not going somewhere
flames burn to keep you a part of the
great mountain that only you could see.
I wake in scented timelessness every day.
Love breeds hate, we are her children,
lost and scared, blasé and meek.
We curse the ones who left us lonely
and blame the ones who made us weak.
Love will shove you to the ground,
on all your fours to crawl through dust.
You'll lift your head towards the sunrise
to catch some light but only just.
Love breeds fear, now watch me shiver:
too scared to open up the door,
in case in comes another stranger
to add more damage to the sore.
Love will leave you lying breathless,
your body scattered on the bed.
A hopeless pilgrim gone off radar,
still longing for the words she said.
Love will show you the error
of your pathetic little ways.
With every hand the stake gets higher
and in the end - the loser pays.
Love will never give you pity,
too many fallen, fools galore.
A lesson learnt, I should know better
but here I am, begging for more...
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
they sentenced me to
pay off your credit cards and
back tax ring that bell
they sentenced me to
be subjected to grumpy
not so special day
they sentenced me to
wish I didn't waste my time
trying to be sweet
they sentenced me to
wonder about your motives
it feels so phony
they sentenced me to
first take back my heart and then
protect it from you
A very wise person said to me only yesterday
Why do you have such expectations in life
If you have expectations, you will only be disappointed
It was like a light bulb suddenly lighting up in my head
Of course that is where I have gone so astray in life
I have always had expectations and have always been let down
A Parent has expectations that their grown up children will call
A wife has expectations that on her Anniversary a fuss will be made
Children have expectations that the world around them swirls
Men have expectations that their wives will at them always swoon
Oh yes one can have dreams and hopes and future plans
But the word expectation means eager anticipation
In other words the total act of expecting what you want to be given
Now flowers can be given on an Anniversary to celebrate love
If you are not expecting the gift, then what a pleasure it becomes
So expectation is really a Want, I want the kids to call
I want you to love me, I want you to need me, I want you always
Love should be given not demanded, love should be free
Kids will call if they love you and care about making you content
Flowers should be given from the heart not expected as a right
A person in anguish should not cry out for you to save them
A person in anguish should love themselves enough to save themselves
We should not expect a rainbow in the sky, but be happy when it is there
Things should be given freely not expected, then that is real joy
I will from today try to expect nothing, and in the process grow stronger.
to one who was never born
I cannot fit you amongst dead sisters;
put you to sleep with humming lullaby.
I cannot, for you
have never been born.
Mapping a womb sometimes reveals you,
coiling, illusory and innocent.
Just any womb
carrying a girl.
You seem iridescent midst mother’s warmth;
it means nothing to you, if you may
never be born as
my little sister
whom I have not put to sleep with a song.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
I'm watching my son
Playing his strange game
If we're not careful
Will he go insane?
He seems to enjoy
This World of pretend
It is just fantasy
Not real in the end
He's still the same guy
I don't see a change
You may wonder why
I don't think it's strange
He knows the difference
Between right and wrong
We helped him along
Values that he learned
Didn't come from his game
If that was the case
It would be a shame
Video Games Played Contest.
How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ?
Daisies are Stubby,
Daffodills have a Spout,
Watch out for Cupid,
For He's Sure to be Out.
Poppies are Red,
Forget-Me-Nots are Blue,
Be Sure to get Flowers,
For your Little Missy-Sue.
Marigolds are Short,
While Sunflowers are High,
Chocolates are Sweet,
Prepare for your Cutie-pie.
Pink Pansies with Petals so Soft,
Lily of the Valleys that Smell so Sweet,
This Time and Day you Must Share,
Dinner on the Town will Be a Nice Treat.
Some Flowers like to Climb,
While many Others Seem to Crawl,
A Smile - Tight Hug with a Gentle Kiss,
Realizing your Efforts were Worth it ALL !
Written by William Arthur Tell
Lu 12:27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto
you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Her look that day,
Should have told me everything she could not say.
Unprepared, I stared.
She walked away.
As she tossed our ring,
I felt the sting.
If I’d known then
How I feel today,
I'd heal the abscess and my heart’s decay,
Before her affection left me there that day.
I want to taste her.
Not anyone specifically,
I just crave to know
what it all could really mean.
I would fall for her. Knock down these Berlin sized walls I have up. But my world sucks because Her is just a figurative way of discribing something that may never come.
She gasps still choking
Bleeding justice follows them
Darkness now bleeds lies
Why You, Why Not Me
A friend-less/Pen less/Friend
Some-thing that a young aspiring writer
Would say to an well established
-POET OF THE PEOPLE-
*****How do I get a " Poetic License "
*****In sending off... How long will it take....
*****Where do I get the Poetic License
******How much dose it cost?
ANSWER; It takes's time, business and a steady relationship.....
I do not know?
I can't imagine what goes through a girls mind,
As she lives grows and encounters the blues,
Looking for prince charming in the nick of time,
To carry her off on a journey that begins with two.
Most guys I know tremble at the thoughts of getting married,
They run hide say not for sale and crack other jokes for fun,
Guys think ball chain hang us now or let me be buried,
However with smitten heart they come with eyes fixed on one.
The day comes which the two have planned at last,
It seemed like forever this moment to arrive,
Hand in hand giving rings and vows shall they cast,
The Lord over them teaching them how to thrive.
Next stop vacation fun and the honey moon suite,
Then lessons of how to live together and pet peeves will spawn,
Moving on in their future we hear the pitter patter of little feet,
A home the lady will keep tidy while the man cuts the lawn.
Years will pass by and changes shall take place,
Children now grown and ready to leave the nest,
But the two remain in tact thankful for each other and new space,
Knowing it was God who helped them excel and pass each test.
Hebrews 13:4a - "Marriage is honourable in all,..."
We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.
IN MY MIND I TRACE BACK THE TIME
DAY BY DAY AND WEEK TO WEEK
ONE MONTH TO THE NEXT AND SLOWLY
ALL OF THE YEARS THAT HAVE PASSED; EMBRACE ME
SO MUCH TO CAPTURE IN A SINGLE VERSE
SO MUCH FOR THE BETTER THAN FOR THE WORSE
THINKING BACK TO OUR VOWS TO EACH OTHER
AND HOW FOREVER HAS REMAINED WITHIN OUR REACH
SO MANY DREAMS, SO MANY DESIRES
THAT THROUGH THE YEARS HAVE NEVER FADED
AND ALL OF OUR PROMISES AND ALL OF OUR WISHES
CONTINUE EACH DAY TO EMBRACE US
AND HOLD US FIRMLY SIDE BY SIDE…
IN MY HEART I TRACE BACK THE TIME
DAY BY DAY AND WEEK BY WEEK
ONE MONTH TO THE NEXT AND EVER SO SLOWLY
ALL OF THE YEARS THAT HAVE PASSED; EMBRACE ME
AND EVERY ONE OF OUR MEMORIES
AS WITH EVERY EMOTION THAT FLOWS THROUGH ME
PART OF THE PATH TO OUR ETERNITY..
I do not know?
I love you for being my husband.
I thank you for all your love.
I thank you for being there,
A special person sent from above.
I thank God for sending you to me,
For giving me a life with you.
And our children he entrusted me.
Your acceptance, guidance and care,
Given so unconditionally.
Together with my love and certainty,
Give us so much to share.
I feel a special bond not there before.
It gets stronger every day.
Making within me such awesome happiness,
My heart longs to soar.
I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting.
We both have our failures and imperfections.
I think, however, our short comings and trials
Build between us stronger connections.
I believe that God has brought us together,
Because each has a lot to offer the other.
You, as the father and husband,
And me, as the wife and mother.
The Wickedness That Abounds!
Throughout this world, wickedness abounds!
Just about everywhere, it can be found!
God’s word says sin leaves a very dark stain.
We have no one else, but ourselves, to blame!
The heart of man is desperately wicked inside!
It causes many to be filled with much pride!
We often hear of tragedy shown on the t.v.
You may think, “this will never happen to me!”
A mind without God, gives the devil “fertile soil.”
It’s like water in a teapot that’s ready to BOIL!
Without God’s word, as our guide and rule…
We’re empty inside, and are easily fooled!
The goodness of God can calm the troubled heart!
On your knees in prayer,
is a good place to start!
The grace of Jesus is powerful! And can instantly change!
With Jesus, your life can be restored,
and “ re-arranged!”
All of the government spending cannot match HIS power!
With Christ… You can overcome anything!
This very hour!
Please Jesus, come and remove our burdens amongst us!
We need you here today! And to always be with us!
YOU ARE what we need all across this great nation!
By the power of your blood
and wondrous salvation!
By Jim Pemberton 05/09/13
It's pretty late, isn't it?
The day's done, Midnight draws near
You mischievously glance at me
I carry you away to our room
Along the way, I think
Of all the last four years have given me
Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Warheads all rusting in peace
Four years ago, I was still so innocent
Fresh eyes, clear mind
Chasing some distant dream
Through a lush, lovely forest
And in a massive clearing, I found the dream
And took her in my arms
She ripped herself away before I could blink
And dragged me down into her suicidal spiral
It took months to escape
To pull us both out
My eyes became jaded
And her innocence was given to another
Latching onto a beam of light
I clung to another
Treating her emotions like a toy
And feeling that I was making her stronger
I became addicted to her quickly
I lived to repent my sins
And repent I did
As I became the toy to her
And in that time, I headed west
Trying to ease the pain of loss
Dragging yet another soul down
And running when it became too much
I've yet to apologize for that
Maybe it goes without saying
But if it doesn't
I send my prayers and sorrow to her skies
And as I walked upon the plateau
Where nothing but weeds grew
I found a single flower
Weakly blooming under the dust
That flower would change my life
And alone I sat on that plateau
Blooming alongside it
Blooming alongside you
And as time passed
The plateau began teeming with flowers
As my life and yours
Became increasingly intertwined
My sorrows melted away
Every loose end that caused me strife
I went back to tie up
And close another chapter of my life
My thoughts come to a halt as I look upon you
Your body under mine, our heartbeats in sync
I take you in my arms and press my lips to yours
Here atop this flower plateau
There’s a truth that remains since
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman,
with marriage in mind.
From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!”
God’s design for marriage became
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
none of us would be here!
Marriage is a blessing from God.
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
as an expression of their love.
Anything different than one man
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
is trying to be “inserted.”
God gave us all a natural love
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife
is a God given intention!
Read from the books of Genesis
God’s idea of marriage is
for any person or nation.
Many can try to change what God
has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have
Let’s come back to God and
trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as;
“one husband and one wife!”
By Jim Pemberton
What I meant to say was...
I'm sorry, and
I miss you,
And I forgive you and I hate you
I meant to tell you that I want to work it out
And it could never work between us,
There's this thing between us,
Though you have my whole and soul
I listen for your whisper at night,
I sickly dread crossing paths
I promise you I meant to talk to you again,
Unless I got in my way
I cry to you, at you, sometimes for you
But nevermore in front of you
You've made me stronger than that, though
I do love you
I meant to tell you that you're scum
What I meant to tell you was that
I can still feel your love
The quiet way you left me in the night
Or the messy way I ripped you from my side
Your wish to die
Your guilt, my guilt, my lies
Nevermore I want to cry
What I meant to say is I'm drawn to you
For love of danger, or neglect
Not for love of myself (or is it?)
What I meant to say is that I love you,
But I choose me.
Note: Every year the government sets aside a Day of Remembrance for the
Holocaust. This year it is the first week of May. Please share this with everyone so
that none of us or our children ever forget.
They rounded us up one day in the rain
Herded us into a cattle-car train
We were just Jews, it was simple and plain
The pain – we must always remember
When the train stopped there were so many dead
Ushered into two groups, tears were all shed
Weak ones culled out and away they were led
That said – we must always remember
None of this ever has made any sense
Staying alive in good health our defense
We'd spend every day praying out by the fence
Consequence – we must always remember
At night we would gather and in silence we pray
Pray that we make it through one more day
What tomorrow would bring – no one could say
Today – we must always remember
Each morning we’d line up; they’d walk down the rows
Deciding who lives; deciding who goes
Each morning we’d pray that we weren’t one of those
God knows – we must always remember
And the stench in the camp from the ovens by noon
Reminded us all of our impending doom
Relief from this hell-hole could not come too soon
Repugn – we must always remember
There were thousands of us left back in the damp
In our bunks, in the ovens, or the cattle-car ramps
And surviving this ordeal left its own stamps
The camps – we must always remember
So each year we gather on Remembrance Day
To honor the loved ones who have passed away
And the horrible price that they had to pay
We pray – we will always remember
Transfixed upon a lucite sunray
the iron blood of longshoremen
washed beneath the whisperings of the bay
a pupil canvas pierced through
by the scalpel of elephantine deceit
vision yellowed in the flowering of a lost identity
the young man swallows deeply and mourns
the gist of his first twenty-nine years.
Written in stone, not an honor but rather a reminder
Written into the bone, no longer in pain but in solace
Written and never gone, far longer than they should be
Written as a tear on someones cheek, that was never meant to be
Written as heroes for doing what we should all endeavor to do
Write their names down, carved into the depths of memory
A reminder there it shall sustain our thoughts and prayers
And serve to constantly acknowledge that they have already
Written freedoms verse.
P.S. Those of you out there who are writing this down, and think that perhaps you will pen the next poem or prose in its antithesis. May I remind, that those who pen evils, will barely be a footnote to the epic that they have already written.
Each year we talk of 911, but time has made it less, my friend.
Have we already forgotten the holes in those lives it left behind?
Their family’s memories will last forever. A whole lifetime…
What if you’d been trapped in one of the towers, with them?
What would you have done while waiting for the end?
With smoke billowing from below, and the heat rising within.
The staircases and elevator shafts are crushed, you know…
There’re impassable. A few injured are with you, still?
Would you believe you’re going to die or live?
Would you hold hands with other survivors of the crash?
Would you wait a rescue from above? Would you pray to God?
Would you smile when others prayed in another language at your side?
Would you wait in silence? Would you simply cry?
Would you take your phone out and call the family, you love?
What would you say when you got them on the phone?
This may be the last time to talk with them, you know.
Would you ask your beloved to hold the phone, to hear the baby’s breath?
Could you even talk amid the tears and pain?
Would you share your phone, for others to do the same?
And when the building began to tremble and rock and fall…
Would you cry out to God above?
No one above survived. A memory we must not forget.
But don’t forget the thoughts and prayers that were going on within…
Two hours of fear, hope, prayers and pain before the end…
Is love a feeling trapped deep inside
that any painful moment can cause you to cry
Is love an infatuation with the opposite sex
feeling you must always be at your very best
Is love a thought, action, or deed
grown in the heart from the planting of a seed
for what is love but a single notion
that drives the heart with many emotions
Is love the warmth beneath a gentle breath
that sends uncontrollable chills down the back of your neck
Is love the desire behind a stare that leaves you in a daze
hypnotize by lust struck within its gaze
Is love the security felt from a strong embrace
or the steady soft caress of a hand upon your face
is love missing someone when they've gone on a long trip
or the heated passion of a slow kiss upon your lips
Is love merely knowing someone will always be there
just knowing your heart and life will always be shared
How did I breathe before you were near?
Each lonely feeling made to disappear.
Listening to your voice is music so sweet.
Looking upon you my heart skips a beat.
Oh how this feeling changes my life.
Lost in this moment I know no pain or strife.
Our joy and promise I am certain of;
Victorious union written in stars above.
Everything I am, I give you my love.
I do not know?
With his finger’s tip pressing the right key
the photograph deletes, with ease, instantly;
no mercy, without hesitating deletes.
The face, the reflection, the smile, the moment;
the photo which has been a poisonous leaf
burning him; the sensation of destruction
bursting through his eyes, - the pair of eyes
bereft of sleep, benumbed with hatred so dark;
becomes erased with a single command.
Then he fights with his self, draws thin lines of blood
more than a digital photograph could have…
The scratches write the word ‘no’ with some crude tongue.
Ah! Forgetting is a lost labor inside
of a churning stream.
Is he supposed to make the pain
of seeing her, his love, now a deleted photograph
vanish in a dumb trick of evanescence?
Can a simple button delete days and nights
or shared wares of life
or one day being replaced
with another mortal,
No! No! No! He says and tries to refrain
the claws of own hatred of himself.
In a recycle bin a face still remains
freeze in a shared moment.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
A ritual born
as radiance toils
straight forth from my center eye
threatening to overshadow
everything that you are
like a bad cancer
that takes life from afar
that takes back what was never given
and return what was never there
as a sign you truly care
if not now when, how and where?
I can't feel back very long
I can't send back what went wrong
I can't sense that in a fog
that's encircling so many pawns
A blue baby is always sad
just maybe there's more to that
his happy gland broken, he hopes it back
pick up the pieces then glue them intact
I am more than a maybe
but less than a yes
more better than average
yet far from best
at least not the worst
its reserved for a time
when I give up trying
and pay all an unpaid mind
A care these days
is hard to give
a bad decision
is hard well lived
a stare unknowing
to spark a burst
that sets off a chain
into random verse
that starts a seance
of heavy chanting
until blood and sweat
build from heavy panting
I'm alive, survived
where others fell
went in and came out of
the wishing well
with more than just a
fist of pennies
I let loose a wish
it will radiate now
for years to come
why do I wait forever
when twenty eight years
have come and gone?
I do not know?
As I’m thinking back
To that day I remember
Over three thousand lives
We lost in September...
The images captured
Still stuck in my mind
And it brought us together
So we all could find...
Some common ground
On which we could stand
No matter the color
You grabbed someone’s hand...
Of those seeking comfort
Or choosing to kneel
To pray for the ashes
Not concrete and steel...
But if we forget
Their deaths were in vain
And new building permits
Were all that we gained...
It’s another red-letter day
a holiday in the U.S.
a national, religious holiday
known also as a ‘Turkey Day’
a very important day.
A chance to be reconnected,
a moment of being together,
a salutary occasion for gratitude,
full with family folderol.
There are historic reasons
this American celebration
has its origin centuries ago;
as the Pilgrims did it and -
invited neighboring Indian tribes.
To hold it with a feast –
A celebration for God’s blessing.
giving thanks for a common purpose,
freedom, justice, and worship in God.
Through Sarah Josepha Hale
this event has become a tradition
a realization that came to fulfillment
marked with significance, thus far.
With church services elsewhere
wth family reunions all over
with customary turkey dinner
oh, a reminder of the historic past:
at the Pilgrims’ big celebration.
In many homes and families
Table fellowships spice up the day
with turkey, mashed potatoes,
cranberry sauce, maize, pumpkin pie
and other vegetables and desserts.
a complete picture of this great tradition.
To the North, South, East, and West...
Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,
The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...
Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,
Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,
Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,
Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...
Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,
Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,
A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...
Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,
This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...
Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,
Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,
Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,
Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,
Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...
the swans glided gracefully
making circles on the pond
the sun's luminous glow
a mirror reflection of their souls.
her heart skipped a beat
as her lips parted to smile
his arms wrapped her tightly
tender fingers graced her cheek.
he gently caressed the softness of her hair
his touch, a warmth she always adored
she clasped his hand in hers with care
the feeling electric; the way it had begun.
her hand stroked his lovingly
she beamed with pride from within
slowly she turned to gaze into his eyes
he was her heart, her joy, the love of her life.
he tucked her hair behind her ear
cupped her face in his hands
as he deeply & passionately
kissed her rosy, full lips.
they soaked in the moment
of love's words through touch
feeling the beautiful essence
they had created with love.
with nature as their witness
guarding their precious moment
they honoured their day
their anniversay; the way it had begun.
members of teamsters
an army of one
yielding for a better tomorrow
doing the job right
assuring quality and quanitity production
year after year
International Workers Day
I got a call, I am to report for military duty in the morning..
I reluctantly tell my wife as she was doing her usual cleaning.
She covers her face with her hands and begins to cry.
I gathered her in my arms and told her I would be back by her side.
Holding my wife, I drifted off on the couch, listening to music.
She was singing and humming quietly to the songs and their lyrics.
She tells me she understands and shows her love and support.
Morning finally came, and she drove me to the airport.
We exchange vows again, and I kiss her tenderly..
She whispers that she will remember this moment blithely.
She received his letters, read and cherished every one of them.
Thinking of the times they were together and the essence of him.
A month went by and she tried every possible way to find her soldier.
She closed her pocket filled eyes and prayed he was out of danger.
Three months passed by without word of his well being.
Trying to stay positive but, in her heart was a dreadful feeling.
She felt so oppressed and worried her hands were trembling.
She was weak and weary, her gait was somewhat stumbling.
She hasn't slept, it seems~since he left.
She takes some sleeping pills and takes a long deep breath.
Couple of days go by and he "rolls" through the doors.
He looked at her paleness and begins to feel remorse.
His thoughts start to torment, right or wrong, was now confusing..
Tears fall from his weary face, his mind is loosing…
She deserves better, he tries to reason with himself.
Reaching, he loads the contents~placing the box back on a shelf......
All I can think of is that dented firefighters helmet
As I recall that concrete and twisted steel tomb
Those dazed and dusty faces lost in disbelief
In the rubble of the fallen towers
Only moments ago, the planes assailed New York
Pulverizing the heart of the nation
Steel supports gave way, bodies fell from the smoke
Our delusions of safety burning away
From the debris we plucked the pieces of hellish reality
The rescue workers keeping theirs, and I mine
Holding fast to the hope of a chance to find life
Somewhere in the hazy gray of uncountable names
Those who’ve been lost now sleep around us as we work
Although they’ve been consumed and ripped
Their spirits, our hope, and a brighter future remains
Healing the wounds, cleaning the blood, and drying the eyes
As we lifted a piece of broken wall the helmet fell free
Tumbling down the tor of steely concrete to land at my feet
Burning the truth of that day beyond any comprehension
Side by side we worked understanding...that unspoken moment
I do not know?
one short score and five ago
it wasn't so - that streams
flowed in airless wires
that Dolby heard symphonic
on hand phones was absurd
that art could be a part of everyone's day
meals smartly delivered - have it your way
cookies cooked on every chip
bits for sales cooked to look legit
who knew we'd get delivery
of anything we could want or see
how-to brain surgery on YouTube
all mind's desires blogged now denude
and the porn, oh the porn
so high-def, so hot and forlorn
progress, regress, no matter now,
not totally, but - it's just a mess
we made it, a mirrored graven image
like us, to carry on our lineage
rub-a-dub-dub, it's all over us
newness notions hopelessly scrubbed
it's really the same ol' us you see
trinity or the favored Menage à Trois
we'll always take it to the Nth degree
so type 'n' say your mind's eye's desire
the whole world web buys 'n' sells us entirely
© Goode Guy 2014-03-13
At times this beat is so intense
I simply have no good defense
So must I sit and use the pain
To find the words within my brain
That hide with such success
My temper flares once more I'm free
To walk away again
The words were there an hour ago
'twas whilst I mowed the lawn
An ode about the hidden cost
Of freedom to us all
A debt we own responsible
To those who stood and
Understood and paid their dues
It comes as freedom's price to you
To squander if you choose
The only thing that's ever been
The chance to win to use your time
Beholden just to individual trust
'tis all we earn the words return
I'm in a garden once again
Older growing weeding words
I do not know?
If you look for the rainbow after the storm you will find
That the struggle is because you were blind
But when the scales are lifted you will see
That even in the midst of the storm you are free
And the rays of light become more brilliant each day
It becomes clearer that this dark place is not where you will stay
For the plans He has for you are so beautiful and real
That nothing has the power over your soul to steal
The peace and joy that is worthy for you to receive
If you just look towards the light you will begin to believe
That only He has lifted you out of that dreadful place
He lifted you up with the power of His grace
So now your journey begins with a tiny ray of hope
But it’s all you need, to see the scope
Of the real picture painted before your eyes
A work of art that can be seen only by the wise
And how wise you’ve become because of the test
You must pass before you can rest
But once you fight that fight you are so much stronger than before
You even begin to welcome more
So you can be refined like a diamond in the rough
Oh Lord, this journey seems so tough
But you keep on searching for the love He promises to pour out to you
The clouds are clearing the skies look blue
And the sun is shining, shining so brilliantly upon your soul
That you start to feel strong, you will not fold
You’ll continue the journey forevermore
Because His love has brought you out of the storm and onto the shore
So you lay so still as you look at all the blessings found in the beauty of His gifts
And suddenly the darkness shifts
To light and hope and strength and love
And you know in your heart this can only come from the one above
Life is such a Journey
It's Truly a quest
So many years can pass
and we still wonder where we are
Maybe there's an answer
Maybe There's only a Question
We're towards the end
But we still Do Not Know
So who am I?
Will I ever know?
I'm sure there's an answer
Not just a question
But how do I know
That it's the truth?
As an Angel Sang to Me
I Ignored her
Maybe what She Said
Was The Answer that allowed The Answer
Maybe when She Said
"Just Search Stay True
When it is Time to Anew
And Something Rises
Ask The Heart
That Is where I Breathe"
I Want to be Your Answer…
That God Sent to Your Prayer
I Want to be That Woman-Wonder
By Your Side Forever, There
I Want to be Your Helper
I Want to be Your Friend
and Passionate, Perfect Lover
and Love You Straight to … Amen
I Will Always Respect You
I Will Make Sure Others Do Too
They will Know, ‘I Show’… its ‘Us’-Two
God, Brought and Bound, Brand-New
I Want to Bring You Peace
I Want to Add to Your Power
This Honor to You, Will Never Cease
Thru Each Eternal – Year, Day, Hour
Every Moment, I Want to Share My Joy
I Want to Lift You in Every Way
‘Cause, You Are ‘ The Man ‘ and not a Boy…
You Have The Right to Lead… ‘ O K !’
… and in All the Sparkles, Which I Speak of…
… I Want to be Your Rainbow-Dove
I Want to Be Your Own-True-Love
That God Sent You… From Above
… and if Questioned – ‘Do You Believe in Happily-Ever-after?...”
… I Want to be … Your Answer
There she lies in the sofa
Reading a novel
My lovely princess
Born on a Valentine’s Day
Fair she was and cute
Delicate and soft
She exuded wisdom
She portrayed love
My Valentine pal
I remember her smiles now
Her solemn kisses
She lived a life to her fill
As I cast my mind back
To the past Val seasons
I spent with her
Good thoughts re-echo
In my mind
We walked for miles
We sat close to each other
Beside the shore
We admired God’s unique creation
The words she spoke
On her twenty-fifth birthday
Sounded so true to me
“Darling, you really mean so much
Your unfailing care surpasses
Your daring strength
Has brought us thus far
You kept our secrets
You shared them
With no one else
You kept me
As a priceless Jewel
You carried me gently
In your hands”
The fifth anniversary
Of the day
Our espousal vows
My heart is full of joy
As I ponder over these things.
Court of Love
An Anniversary Song
Answers In A Game Of Questions
After The Sensations
The Midnight Hour
Increases Thy Power
Thy Love Heightened from above
Coming before thee
In your Court of Love
You sentence thee
To a lifetime of passion
By The River
A care ne'er to take
Our love we partake
An Anniversary Song
Forever to be sung
Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn
Gorgeous day! Wrapped with warm weather,
quietude in surroundings early this morning;
roads are clear; driving isn’t a problem at all,
there’s no rush and one freely takes his time.
Invitations from friends and other relations
a cookout in the yard or dining in a restaurant;
a common tradition to American people,
a wonderful experience, a day to remember.
Our major print, news and TV networks,
show varied events, places, and peoples;
with distinctive features of the celebration
that trace back history and meaning to recall.
As singularly punctuated with solemnity
those veterans in the army and other dignitaries,
along with the president of this beautiful country,
America: the land of free, unity and diversity.
Names engraved in the annals of history
are those heroes who served in this country,
they offered their lives for love and loyalty,
indisputably, heroic giants of the century.
Across the years, memories of the past
continue to serve as a treasure trove,
a wellspring of thought and inspiration;
indeed, a living legacy worthy of imitation.
Kudos and more power to these people
though they’re all gone into the silent land
their spirit, mem’ry and legacy to everyone
unites the whole nation for love and remembrance.
We have finally made it
Through this last year
Now we must face
Our deepest fear
On our own we must go
This wheel of life we must steer
Life is yet to come
It has finally just begun
Our lives now depend
On choices of thy own
Now one can’t afford
To sit around ad get stoned
We must make choices
That are very difficult
Yet the right one will reveal
Awards as a result
Your future is what
Only you make
Yet as y you grow older,
If you can believe in your ability
And not think the world is on your shoulders
You will lead
A life filled with joy
And rewards, yet this only happens
When one is employed
You choices from today,
And onward into the years
Will undoubtedly reveal
How your life will be
Just so long as you don’t
Piss it away, and you just wait and see
For you’re the one
Who may change the world
Just lead a straight line
Don’t follow your horde
Prevail you may
Yet if you shall fail
Pull yourself back up,, for that job you dream of
Is not unreachable
You shall find, after you get that job
That your check has always
Been in the mail
Thanks be to the fates that sent to me
A woman with eyes soft and deep as doves'
Who holds within her a tiger's heart,
Unafraid of her powers,
Unashamed of her gifts -
A woman like you, to join with in love.
A score and some years now gone and still we see
The strength of our taken vows.
Kisses traded in silent hours,
Thoughts shared in the weddeds' private art
Experience collects in ever-deepening drifts
Bringing with it such wisdom as time allows.
So with the rounding of yet another year
I rejoice once again
In the silent volumes writ within us.
I adored you long before, and now
And will as well come Then,
As the grey falls through our hair and life grows more dear,
Reading the lines time carves upon us
We'll feel the Why and know the How
Of love's evolution through all things shared and seen,
The kisses sweet at sixty as sixteen.