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Details | Ballade | |

DREAMER'S SECRETS

Virgin piece of paper
You lay in front of me
Bare, a sleeping beauty
Mesmerized by what I see 

In that moment, captivated
Drawn into your light
I'll cover you with passion
Long into the night
You'll give this dreamer's secrets.. sight

I gently touch your canvas
Let lover's feelings flow
You give every indication 
That tonight you'll let it go

And I am filled with wonder
Of all that we could be
Amazed that you weren't taken
Lost in this serendipity
When this night is over
Oh forever, it'll be you and me

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

And what we birth in secret
Tomorrow will be so clear
Spread across your sheet
Love's expression without fear

So remember every moment
How I mused over you
Together we created
A masterpiece to view
You've made this dreamer's secrets.. true

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

Perspective: The Poet Pen's RELATIONSHIP with Paper

Contest: Regina Riddle's "relationships" 
Date: 7-25-14


Details | Acrostic | |

Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
 
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 




©  2011  ~JSLaM    

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* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011

* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011 

* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011
                 
   


Details | Lyric | |

MORE

More peaceful than bright meadows
More grandeur than tall trees
More beautiful than flower gardens
More honey than many busy bees

More than I can imagine
Much more than I can see
More than I can express
Much more you mean to me

More lovely than sweet song birds
More breathtaking than a sunset
More tender than a moma bear
More amazing than the day we met

More than I can understand
Much more than I can take in
More gratitude, I couldn't know
Much more your heart to win

Contest: Judy's "The Lazy Contest"
Date: 10-12-14


Details | Couplet | |

A Bag of Popcorn

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right

I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song

True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load

I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should

For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight

He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl

I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise


For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better. 



Details | I do not know? | |

Raindrops

Raindrops
are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine

Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty 
about what tomorrows
pain may bring

They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best

Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide

Ready to Receive
whatever
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine

My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers
home

For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine


Details | Quatrain | |

The Day She Left

He's staring again, standing by his balcony door
The way he did each morning, even when I was there
Writhing in pain after my heart from my chest he tore
And as I walk away, my heart on my sleeve I wear

The emotional abuse was unconscionable
Yet for years I clung to hope he'd appreciate me
But his anger just grew, attacks became physical
Till I'd had enough and desired only to be free

My clothing, my perfume, many things remain behind
I'm standing now an I'm finally walking away
Wondering why for far too long I chose to stay blind
Proud I had the strength to leave, I greet a new spring day
 


Details | Sonnet | |

A Single Rose

For you, my love, I’ll be a single rose
of crimson hue, and velvet to the touch.
So warm in contrast to your fallen snows,
yet yearning for the thrill of winter's clutch.
Soft petals form a heart so firm and true,
unyielding to the tempest of your reign,
and though a cold wind nurtures doubt in you,
such purity of love I could not feign.

Dilemmas of the soul so keenly felt.
Bestow my love? or must it stay a dream?
for if I warmed your heart 'twould surely melt
and I would lose you to the flowing stream.

And so, my love, this single rose I’ll hide
and keep the love I feel for you inside.


Details | Free verse | |

The Poet

The Poet

We have been around for thousands of years
Reading our words for kings and queens
and a few people who gathered just to hear us talk.
We lived on the copper coins they could afford
and traveled through the lands writing what 
we saw, dreams and thoughts.
Our words were put to music and made immortal
Others were acted on the stage making
people laugh and cry.
Some words changed the way people thought
and ended hatred between people who
should not feel hate.
People died because they did not realize what
our words could do
Many times a love bogged in fear was loosed
because of a few words we wrote.
God only knows how many children our words
have brought smiles to and how many starting
thinking because of what we wrote.
Why do we do it?
Not to end wars or hatred
Not for the lovers who found each other because of us
Not even for the copper coins people throw
We do it because we love words
We do it to share our feelings
and we do it so that someday maybe someone will read 
our thoughts, dreams and words  and they will be 
remembered long after we are gone.


Details | Free verse | |

I AM

***
I AM

I am one breathtaking moment
I am one who is lost or alone
I am one raindrop, or one flowering rose
I am warm as the sun, or cold as a stone
I am a distant star or a meadow lark
Or one dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I am many memories from a long ago childhood
I am today and tomorrow
I am a teardrop filled with sorrow
I am the first rainbow of the season
I have many ways to sing a love song
Or tell a story, or share the laughter, or feel the glory
I am all the colors of our world
I am a disappointment, I am a  pearl
I am all races, all creeds, the scattering of all seeds
I am a leaf who's frayed by the wind
I am a friend, who stays till the end
I am all words unfurled into the light
I am all the broken hearts and hopes lost in the night
I am all the hurt, all the anger, all the joy, all the love
I am all who believe in God above
I am all who doubt
I am all who laugh, and sing, and wail and shout
I am unleashed with wild emotion
I am silent with devotion
I lay stepping stones to healing
I renew by sharing feelings
I am a few unbroken rules, a few enchanting jewels
I am the ember, I am the spark
I am unsure, in ways that count
I have been kind, I have been cruel
I have been curt, I have been hurt
I am a poet.........I have a heart
I am a season nearing autumn
I've climbed to the top, I've hit rock bottom
I am a mother, I am a wife
I have been taking, I have been giving
I have a family, they are my life
These are my reasons to be living

I AM



____________________________________________
For The "I Am" contest, sponsored by Frank Herrera
11/3/14


Details | Free verse | |

Lie, Truth, & Reality

I walk above all pain
            risen and relentless 
                       floating on borrowed air oblivious
This heart is impervious fortress, like stonewall embattlements
...that lie is twisted around every bitter past and hollow present

Meandering useless, wander and watch
Romances ebbing, flowing, flying, crashing...dead
Envy circles about my head
longer away, further removed...and lonely

This heart is porous Swiss, like wine-tasting afterthoughts
...that truth is a hulking shadow looming disproportionate
     engulfing any new light on unseen horizons

Only wishing she might see and understand
My hot and cold passion platters served accordingly
 apprehensive only in love's pursuits
   timid like bullied school children cowering in corners
Brash and outspoken otherwise...shackled when it may matter

This heart is neglected farmland, like wartorn meadows
...that reality inhibits every bright angle of my soul
     suffocating the man you would love...if you knew


Details | Free verse | |

DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST

DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST Indeed, I am that Poet and know it. Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form. I want to talk about life, politics, and religion. Maybe not simultaneously but how I am feeling today. I tell you life isn't a bowl of cherries. I am not harvesting berries. I live a vivacious existence. I nature walk and take beautiful pictures. I thrive in my leisure time. Even more so, I work until my mind unwinds. I am just a thrill seeker but not an extremist. I am an illustration of wellbeing. In fact, I am striving for better physical dexterity. In all, my body desires more agility. To eradicate the clumsiness, My ability to monitor my own quickness is propensity depleted. My mind, body, and spirit have superseded. Oh, I am told that it is all right to be big headed. Of course, gloating is good for your inner being. Dwindling is not something I will let occur. I am the booster of morale. Be assured that I am there for others who seek a physiological mental form. Do I appear to be titivated? I am what I have stated. Doubtlessly, there will be jealousy. Without doubt, they will envy me. Undoubtedly, this will not hinder. I have overcome obstacles since the being of my existence. Liberated from birth via a nation of government, I am free. I can wave my hand and be seen. I can stand up for what is right. I can ignite the political fire. I can educate my mind to genius. I can defeat enmity. Negativity may come but I disallow it to be a formula. I am abreast. |_____________________________________| Penned on October 31, 2014!


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Verse | |

Tough

A vignette of domestic violence and the weird rationale of love amidst such 
circumstances - adapted from how it was depicted to me by a female friend and 
taken from her own personal experience.

I was defined china and porcelain, 
Inlaid glass flowers and gently spoken;
Fragile in doe-eyed delicacy, 
Pleading and begging not to be broken.

I loved him with total forgiveness, 
Did not, could not, would not understand 
The dark chaos mood of lability, 
The spontaneous violence of his hand.

Blue and black bruises indecorously swelled 
Question marks about tear brimmed eyes;
And I wept and despaired in confusion, 
Smashed and grabbed by wherefores and whys.

How could he dream to hurt me so, 
The brutish malediction of his touch?  
How could he stand to hurt me so, 
When he knew I loved him so much?

And now the years have drained away 
Like sweeping veils of rain;
The agony of our breaking apart 
Ever haunts me with anguish and pain.

I still see him some times, 
Rarely, truly out of the blue, 
On the old territory of familiar streets 
When unconsciously passing through.

And always shook by the stalking truth,
A lancing bright-bladed knife,
And with dogmatic aching my heart lets me know
He was always the love of my life.

And I know there's no sense to be had
When I look to the heavens above,
Just the sad and lonely heart of the matter:
You never can choose whom to love.


Details | Rhyme | |

Reality or Dreaming

My heart skips a few beats 
before I realize that I’m not breathing.
Am I dying? I ask myself
but there is no response

Is this the end?
I close my eyes 
It feels so much like falling
much like suffocating
much like nothing

I don’t know what’s going on around me
all I know is that I just felt a breath leave me
my eyes fly open and see the people around me
My heart must be beating

I don’t know if this is a reality 
or if I’m dreaming
All I know is I hear screaming

Then I realize
It’s coming from me

Out of my lungs 
Through my mouth 
Out into the already intoxicated air
 Evaporating everything

I don’t know if this is a reality 
Or if I’m dreaming


Details | Free verse | |

Dear Me

Dear Me,

I need you to be stronger
I need you to never be afraid

swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer
tell her you love her,even if it hurts

Grab onto your dream and live it
Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity

Be better,love more, hold on.

Dear Me,

Enjoy every stop of the ride.
For when the train finally stops...we die

Until we witness the angels dance after final day...
Dear Me, hide your fears away


Details | Light Poetry | |

message to the youth of rap culture

insight into my insides
find and fight 
blinding light on the inflight
while others fly blind
reaching for stars and losing sight

words can be a fake display of might
or be used to increase the capacity of your mind
search and find
no definition to define
the way you can shine within a single rhyme
change the perception of others in a single line
if you truly desire peace
than stop writing about committing crimes!


Details | Rhyme | |

If Only It Was Me

If only it was me who could win this race.
I stand so very proud with honor.
Along with you in my rightful place.

But I am but this man that you see.
Everything  but  him.
If only it was me.

A beggar ive become pride no longer does exist.
Counting seconds till my rejection.
With no escape  still the foolish heart does resist.

For we are but children when it comes to soul.
Love leaves us blind.
Failure turns the heart as dark and bitter as a piece 
of coal.

Head apon pillow waitting for what will be.
Tears from a helpless heart pour.
 The mind becomes a prison as i curse if it
were me.

For if it were me I would make it all
right.
Castaway doubt.
Erase every empty night.

My arms are open empty they do remain.
Reflecting apon every word.
As slowly I go insane.

But i do not wish for the sadness 
of being free.
Your love  is endless passion that cast such warmth.
A fool cries to the wind if only it were me.


Details | Rhyme | |

ADRIFT

Alone for for now driffting apon the sea.
You stayed at the shore.
Cause you never found comfort  in someone like me.

The sunset is empty when your alone.
Worthless is the kingdom.
When no one is willing to share the 
throne.

I was your clown when in shadows I always 
found a way to make your spirts lift.
Ive lost all since of direction.
Since you set me adrift.


Was it only a moment something I cold not see.
the heart bleeds still.
From this prison called a memory.

The storm doesnt effect me out here.
Its not death.
But isolation I fear.

The wind is my only friend the ocean my home.
Searching for that which I cannot have.
On this endless quest I roam.

Drawing a heart inside your hand as
 through the sand you sift.
From the comfort of the shore I wonder
do you  recall.
Are love you set adrift. 


Details | Blank verse | |

Inspiration

Always fleeting,
you tempt me with beautiful words from nowhere,
convincing me they are my own.
In the corner of my eye, a Muse
& suddenly anything is possible.
You haunt me;
sending visions of dark ink 
flowing from poised finger tips.
Finally, i give in,
relenting under high expectations
& promises of genius.
Reluctantly, i put pen to paper
& find that you've moved on.


Details | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Ballad | |

INSIDE YOUR EYES

You stumble over words
feeling insecure
So much you want to say
but still unsure
You worry what I think
tears trickle down your cheek
want to unzip your heart
but silent.. cannot speak

Look into my eyes
and fear will fly away
I'll see inside your eyes
all you want to say
My finger on your lips
don't say a word
Here in my embrace
every thought is heard

Girl, I love you so
ya make me wanna shout
But we can take it slow
ya never need to doubt
Yeah, I am into you
climb mountains, sail seas
Until our kingdom comes
and you're united with me

Look into my eyes
and fear will fly away
I'll see inside your eyes
all you want to say
My finger on your lips
don't say a word
Here in my embrace
every thought is heard

Look into my eyes
and fear will fly away
I'll see inside your eyes
all you want to say
My finger on your lips
don't say a word
Here in my embrace
every thought is heard

Date: 8-6-14



Details | Free verse | |

Tension Waiting

The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.

I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass
As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day
Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse,
And just as the swordsman stands
They are statues in this moment,
Statues of derision,
Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within.

And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce
Coiled with motivation and purpose,
And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its’ edge
Ready to lash out and strike with direction
But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight
Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me
For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce.

But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper
White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch
A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink
Lines like a hunter’s bowstring, taut with intent,

As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds
I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box
But alas, there is no victim to frighten,
No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against
And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut
And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke
I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me,
I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me.

And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, 
Slicing away at the air around me
Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance
I write about…
I write about the coil within, and the lack without
And alone I wonder,
Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box
Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.


Details | Free verse | |

Nothing Remains

My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.

The embers of my burning words
 wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing but dust
sloughed off, then piled up into dusty corners, forgotten.
Minuteness discarded, a  lover’s crumbling skeleton.

A noise barrage invades my soul’s silence,
an onslaught of thought and reason—
A wailing, pounding, desert squall that drowns me, 
shattering the dam of tranquility.

I plunge back into this abyss of loneliness.
Of course nobody’s there. 
They have all been long gone.
And here I am, with only this vast void as my company.
It whispers, it screams
and echoes into my mind, 
what they’ve all been saying all along,
that I brought this upon myself.

Maybe I did. Of course I did.
Of course I did. Maybe I did.

Back and forth, back forth it goes...

I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that my sea of loneliness
becomes a sea of ecstatic happiness...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that I am welcome.

Touch me Not! Noli me tangere.
Wake me not...

Silence has blocked your ears.

The shattering of my heart was unperceived,
so I am left alone to take extreme care of these countless shards.
I can’t afford to hurt anymore, as I have done to the others. 
With my words. With my long-winding, droning and ever-boring words.
The death-inducing kind of boring.
And only nothing cared to remain. 

I am left with no choice but to be one with this nothingness,
flow along its waves, imbibe it and become it. Nix.
Let me evaporate, let me join that cycle of seeming nothingness.
That nothing, that stark quiet before the storm.

Breathe deep into that void.
Inhale nothing. 
Hear nothing. See nothing.  Say nothing.

Then wait...

Can you feel me now?

As nothing touches you.








*** This was inspired from Catie’s “Nothing Remains”. In choosing this, in no 
way am I saying that her poem needs improvement. It is brilliant as it is. I chose this poem of hers because it moved me and spoke to me.  Thank you, Catie.


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Details | Rhyme | |

Going Home

The path leading home is a narrow road
More so if you do not know the way.
The burden of many years a heavy load
As mirages of memories dance and sway.

I teeter on yesterday's sheer abyss
Avoiding the solid boulders of time.
Afraid that unknown turn-offs I'll miss
For yesterday's roads have no reason or rhyme.

The road back home moves over treacherous terrain
Winding through the lonely corridors of my heart.
Black crows keep pecking at my sickly brain
As the descent into yesterday rips me apart.

The road back home is desolate and bare
The landscape so foreign and unknown.
Easy to lose my way,easy not to care
For yesterday's promises are tossed and blown.

The road leading home is one of defeat
A journey searching for fragments of me.
For reality can simply not compete
With the illusions I call my memory.

Home is where the heart is, so they say,
Between self and heart lies many years.
The heavy toll simply too much to pay
For the way back home is obscured by tears.


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Your King

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


Details | Rhyme | |

THE IMPOSSIBLE

It's unexplainable yet undeniable 
as incredible as that may seem
Society says it's debatable, unfavorable 
but the impossible is inspirational to me

You can be unshakable no fear of breakable
you're completely capable of anything
It's indescribable to be anti-gravitational
not held down by fallible thoughts of man.

It's not irrational in fact it's quite practical
acceptably exceptional to be adaptable
So go be sensational a professional radical
Escape the natural and taste the magical

You call me laughable my thoughts fallible
cause this world's not bashful in its disdain
But I've grown fanatical now I'm unflappable
to touch the maximal and taste the valuable 
I see the beautiful in everything!

*Based on first print in Debbie's contest rules 

Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name: Rock My World
Date: 4-19-14


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The search Inside-Collab

When life is spinning out side your mind, and you find yourself soul searching for the truth inside. Look on ahead to the left, right and a little bit behind Then get ready to embrace the change, or just let it ride. For the day may come when you let your guards down And the pain in your heart is all that's left to be found Your soul will feel like only but a whisper in the wind With this one chance for you, to start over again You will then be ready to listen with your heart from deep within Wanting with a feeling to be free, you will then be able to begin Take a breath of fresh mental air and exhale your troubles away Open your mind and listen with care, to what your heart has to say Love and peace are the beauty, coming from within thee Share them with the world and all that you see Give yourself a chance to embrace and never to deny All the world has to offer you,then let your spirit fly
*A beautiful collab with Germaine Pasley* :o) Dan Kearley:3-2-12


Details | Free verse | |

Shaped by the River

Silvery ripples and swirls of viridian currents
Moving through ancient gorges,
	Molding and shaping solid shades of gray granite…
Soft and round, 
Craggy and sharp,
Here and There…

Solid rock thrusting up 
Shaped by shifting currents of the river
		Rising and falling,
		Rushing and fading,
		Over time.

Who knows where 
The current will go next
Or what shape the rocks will take,
Over time.

Nevertheless
	The river and rocks remain,
	One, solid and steady,
	The other, fluid and ever-moving.

Sitting here
	My heart longs to shed its burdens
	To let them slide like a rock into the gently swirling water
	And be carried away by the swiftly flowing current beneath the surface.

I want to know …
	Can I remain solid and steady, yet fluid,
                As the currents of change swirl 
                Around me?
	
I want to know …
                Can I be molded and reshaped 
                As the river of life courses
                Through me?

I want to know …
               Can I be moved in new directions by love, 
               Harmonious and true to the voice of my heart 
               Echoing in the ancient gorge of my own soul?

The only answer that comes
              Is the flow of my tears and 
              The sound of the river as it continues 
              To ripple and run around the rocks. 

Maybe       
             That
             Is enough, 
             For now.


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Etched Lines


Everyday she looks at herself in the mirror
but doesn't really see
             ...until today

Never realized until now
just how much depth
        superficial lines can behold...


She  t
         r
          a
           i
            l
             s
                along the scar on her left cheek
and remembers
just how much it hurt that day...
...the wound has healed,
though the heart is taking
a longer time to catch up


She   t...r...a...c...e...s
the lines on her palm,
mulling over what fate has dealt her,
heart and mind interconnected
by the invisible lines of reason and feeling
fate lines to heart lines to life lines


worry lines, age lines and laugh lines
each tell a story
each a silent witness to her life
of sadness, of growing up, of happiness
...of loving and living


Crossing that finish line
is inevitable
She's getting there... 
ever so slowly, and she savors each step
completely content with the etched lines
that she gathers along the way...



**Sept 21, 2010 
written for Paula's Line contest :)


Details | Imagism | |

Sometimes I Feel Beautiful

Sometimes I Feel Beautiful
Driving along thinking about what I’m about to do brings a smile to my face. Without a doubt my hair and nails make a big difference in the way I feel about myself! When I look pretty; I feel pretty.
Today my nails will be done in pink and white, oh yes, perfect they shall be. Nothing short of looking delicate and refined I tell myself. I am so excited; the anticipation brings joy into my heart and laughter to my lips! 
My hair appointment is closing in. High lights and shaping adds a playful and fun demeanor. Beautiful is how it’s going to look and beautiful is how I’ll feel. I almost need to pinch myself for I wonder is this really happening to me! Tears sting my eyes and giggles flow forth. Yes; this is my life and this is happening to me!
Thinking of my new makeup and how youthful I’m going to look brings joy into this heart of mine. I can hardly wait to put it on as the excitement builds; I dance around and giggle. I feel so beautiful thinking how perfect I’ll look with everything finished.
At times I tell myself, “I know he loves me, I can tell”. The glowing in his eyes seems to sparkle with love and passion. My Heart beats a little faster as excitement and wonder fills my entire being! Yes, this is how it should always be, a life filled with joy and laughter.
Finding ways to look beautiful helps me feel beautiful. It’s this that causes me to giggle and dance about. The unbridled excitement loosened, flowing through my veins fills me with love and wanting. Tomorrow just maybe this joy will add new meaning and direction causing me to continue feeling beautiful..
                                                                                           Debbie Knapp


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My Midnight Grace

As I lay me 
down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to take
if I shall die
before I wake
please watch me God
all through the night
and wake me and my loved
ones
at morning light
please help me 
become successful
with the endeavors I seek
please send me a soul mate
in which I can keep
everlasting love
passionate heat
please grant me the serenity
to know right from wrong
and be able to lead
by example
strive to overcome
any downfall
please keep my spirit strong
through the issues
that toil in my soul
I aspire for diamonds in life lord
and all around me 
I see coal
I aspire to turn things around
for I feel my wishes have fallen
upon deaf ground
my heart has no voice
they struggle to hear my sound
I pray to be taken
away from my daily
battles, that humble
although compared to others
in the world
its not much trouble
to me, I feel
my spirit is caged
and yearns to be free
King of all Kings
in your image, you 
made me
you already know
each single step
my individual thought
you divinely bound me
in mothers womb
my existence you sought
bless me with the
chance to be
the person in which
you hoped for me
to soar like an eagle
dipping my talons of success
in life's sea
grant me an optimistic attitude
for that is the key
Amen to Thee



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Inspiration

I never knew I'd be in heaven
In the autumn of my years,
Or that I'd be immerged
In the brilliant art of words,
Or float above operatic notes,
Or view ballet through
My elated tears.

I never thought I'd meet
Inspiration face to face,
Or feel it rise within me
With a poet's surrendering grace.
I just know that I'm contented
As profound love keeps flowing
From my impassioned heart.
This is the gift that artists
Of this world yearn to impart.

© Connie Marcum Wong


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Lies Of Perfection

in the night, he reaches, my body responds, aching to be near 
yet the mind screams, pulls back inside its deep recesses
familiar pain rears, sits nonchalantly, laughing, taunting me 
is it I who am loved or am I just involved in the act of love 
the end justifying the means, a single moment, a brief interlude 
conveniently remembered and enacted, how can one truly tell? 

I opened my heart and yet I know, I'm not what he was looking for
the knowledge leaves me cold and saddened, ice forming around my core 
rejection, inferiority, second best, all words that accurately describe 
yet leave no telltale signs of the great pain that they have inflicted 
reality and yet my hands roam freely his body as I welcome him inside 
to lie buried deep within my being, my heart beating furiously

the sheer joy of being loved blocking out the fear, feeding on hope 
even if his emotions are not real, every fibre of my being yearns 
to one day capture all his love, to see it expressed in his eyes 
to silently carve my essence indelibly upon his heart,
to feel it in his smiles warmth, as his eyes adore each curve  
the knowledge that says you are mine and I will love you always 

everyone wants perfection, those that know that they are not 
nor ever will be the one, suffer from the lies of perfection 
so here I lie, accepting the very little that is being offered 
praying to someday find more, existing in that in between world 
between shadow and light, where nothing is clear, everything is shaded
needing to be perfection to someone, as I breathe deeply with eyes drifting into 
my dreams, helplessly staring across the bed of my future
 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Child's Peace

Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Time to Change

How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life’s not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you’re losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it’s time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you’d like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won’t last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It’s time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it’s hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you’ve been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something’s askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There’s help for you along the way. You’ll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, “Thy Will Be Done”, and you’ll see it, I’m sure, but just don’t run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He’ll help bear the load. Don’t bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You’ll get there soon, if you just don’t stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You’ll start to believe you’re in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you’ll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you’ll know he’s there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God’s hands today! There’s no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you.
Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006


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A Coffee Bar with Orange Paint

A coffee bar with orange paint --
   Brown tables on a tiled, grey floor --
Soft light within blown glass above --
   A neon sign hangs by the door.

I come here sometimes just to write.
   A coffee bar with orange paint
To some would be apalling; but
   I do not see it as a taint.

Tonight an artist's work is hung
   Upon those walls in bold display;
A coffee bar with orange paint
   Allows her dreams to have their say.

I like the color in these walls --
   A brazen hue, not pale or quaint;
And in this place I weave my words --
   A coffee bar with orange paint.


Details | Free verse | |

Time Means Nothing When You Love

you can love 
in a just a single moment 
so deeply 
that the loss 
is felt for a lifetime 

it doesn't take time 
to form love's bond 
sometimes it is immediate 
a connection of heart and soul 
that defies logic or explanation

these thoughts crowd the mind 
as flowers she lays 
among her memories 
silently filling 
petals with tears 

for blue eyes now closed 
forever gleam brilliantly 
smiles given so eagerly
with tiny lips of kisses 
still hold her heart captive 

so she lays a white rose 
for every day 
that her little girl
blessed her with her presence 
and one red bleeding rose 
to represent the pain of her loss 

for even in the agony, 
the joy far outweighed the pain

time means nothing when you love 

the gift is to love at all...


Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


Details | Couplet | |

Breathes

Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.

My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.

At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.


Details | Couplet | |

Nature's Art

There’s no comparison to Nature’s Art;
It’s seen with the eyes and felt with the heart;

I see it in the trees and the ground that I walk,
In the prance of the deer and flight of the hawk;

The unearthly quiet before a thunderstorm hits,
The sulfur and electricity that a storm emits;

The mighty mountains standing tall with pride,
An artwork that can be seen far and wide;

A blank canvas that nature made all it’s own,
From the air that I breathe to a moss covered stone.


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the truth about masterpieces

drifting beyond the lightest cloud
(pastel clowns in post mortem rain parade)
cascading in the cold moon dust
to shed this latest mascarade

wounded memories hang from the mind
(autumn berries quivering three quarters past prime)
when did "mediocre" pock the virgin tree,
when devils told us," painting by numbers
was just mindless barb and babble"
not a feathered masterpiece?

your very first epiphany,
an evening frost pon tender leaf
even that...nothing really unique...
they should have stated the slate cold truth
as soon as we could breathe.





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The Story of Joshua Bell

They don't speak
those walls
only absorb
scraps of life
the stench of urine
lucky pennies
desperate art
and a ringing clamber of voices
that move with every rush of air
down winding subway tunnels
 
here life collides 
in status
and in thunders
those walls
bear witness 
to many miseries
and many wonders 
 
on this day
the subway walls
mesmerised by a sight
never seen before
lamented 
the death of beauty
as it passed thousands
gracefully 
and ignored
 
rushing
skirts, pants, collars, cologne
rushing
fingers, slender, darting in a blur
hollow 
minds, tempers, hellos and goodbyes
hollow 
music, echoing, not a soul does it stir
lost
man to the intricate beauty of pattern
lost
eyes of passerbys to the empty roundabouts of life
fickle
strings snapping with the stress of exertion
fickle 
ambition, love, expectation and strife
 
they were all mixed together
in a bowl of concrete walls
they whirled
six of Bach's greatest works
a handcrafted violin
from 1713
played by one of the greatest
violinists
in the world
 
he played incognito
only six people stopped
20 gave him money
and then continued 
to walk
 
a three year old boy
was drawn 
to the sound
his mother let him 
listen
his eyes wide
and astound
but watches soon tick
and they tick too loud
and they drive 
the crowd forward
as if stopping
is not allowed
 
Joshua Bell
let his bow fall limp
as the last of his music
was swallowed 
by the whitenoise
of life
and screeching 
metro trains
the only sound 
of applaud
soon stolen
by a new rush of air 
 
the subway walls
silent
reflect
people would find peace
in the thick of life
if only
they would
connect. 


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Chinese Scrolls

Poems from old and yellowed
Chinese scrolls make me sad,
make me sad: stored in shiny,
lacquered boxes of perfumed teak,
they crumble when unrolled.
And the hands that must have written
Chinese thoughts upon the rolls:
little, leathern, patient hands,
painting poems -- stroke and stroke
and careful, delicate stroke --
stopping, meanwhile, to twirl
a waxed mustache --
for someone else, a foreigner,
who cannot understand, to read,
mull over, and be sad.
And this when Chinese thoughts
are gone, and tiny, trembling
Chinese hands are dust.


Details | Couplet | |

The Bird Sings

If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just burry me within a crypt,
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
For to have wings that cannot soar,
then why not nail me to the floor?
Tonight I shall make my final swan song
knowing I have been locked away so long.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant so kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So still the caged bird, she sings
without her sky, without wings.
Sometimes laments, sometimes sighs,
sometimes she whistles her own reprise.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So then curious is it, the caged thing
who finds she has the heart to sing?
Because it would seem a great strain
to be caged seems twisted and profane,
for a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
When asked, why do you sing, bird?
The answer is a simple word,
hope, for escape from behind these bars
that keep me caged from the stars.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
Birds should have no master, no kings
and love cannot be clipping wings.
But now it seems I must live confined,
in this hand crafted cage of your design,
but a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So must I wait for these wings to heal
and relearn how the wind may feel.
If I must be caged, still my heart sings
of the day I can again use my wings.


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The special gift

writing a poem isnt that hard 
just write what you feel straight from your heart 

all you have to do is sit back and think for a minute 
dig around inspiration and grab whats in it 

remember the thoughts that swim in your head 
and intricately weave them on paper like thread 

and with each thought that you write down 
remember that feeling is key when emotion is bound 

the flow from a poem is like the flow from your heart 
conveying emotions and thoughts like a painting in art 

if it wills you to do so use instinct instead 
let your senses be your guide for the thoughts in your head 

you can even reach deeper into your subconscious mind 
and write about dreams and visions in time 

poetry is a gift that only man can convey 
and no other species can express it this way


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THE OTHER-WISE

Pulsing in the perimeter of tedium,
art strobes its velvet urgency
as though life can be spooled and 
love’s roles simply dimmed

Art is cruel, proud, greedy
and it probes without permission
into the beat-hearts of foundling fools,
apprentices all, even the masters

See the wisp of wonders, 
a grinding glint of possibility 
that blinds the everyday
and whisks monotony’s edge,
that seductive frenzy

Hear its keening for attention 
relentless in its want to become 
a wail that consumes

Feel its long sigh
hit soft, rutted targets as inspiration 
is once more denied priority 

Envy those who do not bide
its passions and pleas for fruition,

Envy those who only view

the sun setting 
in the setting sun

Pity the other-wise, 
each unfaithful and lost,
each more less than more
for they are ever at war 

with themselves

all waifs, fissional phantoms 
shifting between parallel delights:

the gift of a cherished one
and that one cherished gift




Aug 6, 2013


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Choose to be

Written on: 4th and 5th April 2012.
by : sashi.prabhu

The beaten path seems sinewy lean but somnolently long, In my life’s journey, forgot to whiff sweet fragrance flowers beside these paths as I walked along. But I have reconciled and solemnly pledge not to ever repent, nor Cry or weep over my life’s time aimlessly spent Will strive tirelessly to work on creative pursuits, To those conniving rascals standing beside my life’s pathway care two hoots. On my gifts talents and skills focus and resolve, My heart and mind deeply involve and take myself to the next level and I profoundly evolve. Life it has begun to seem to me now very much brighter, My body, mind and heart they all feel joyous nimble and lighter. Have changed myself like the astute breeze, Harmoniously and with simplicity have begun to live my life with ease. Now, I seek inward courage to emphatically say, Looking into their mind’s eyes “please make way”. I have got stuff to do and keep life’s somber and sepulchral processes at bay, My desire now to change is ever firmer than my wish the same to stay. Now I have made up my mind to let them know the truth, I really would not bother if I shatter their “illusions” and sound terribly uncouth…………. I am not what happens to me I am what I choose to be… I am me……… M FOR ME
By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)


Details | Free verse | |

Your Core

I can only kiss your mind,
your lips speak words
unheard and
incredible yet
your mind beautiful like a summer breeze
envelops me so
I kiss it
lightly and innocently.
minus lust and trust.

I hug your heart,
it reminds me of paradise,
bright rays of sunshine and
where muisc is uncensored and
untouched.
Its melody engulfs me and
allows me to ride the wind.
It is fresh and cool and
original and you so
I embrace it.
Smiling.
Singing.
Safe.

Your eyes embedded in my soul,
I took a snapshot of them
with my camera phone.
They sparkle and speak
and allow me to see
who you are naked and vulnerable,
without a facade,
completely free.
I allow mine to dance with yours,
no audience,
lips sealed.

I love the parts of you 
that only I can see.
I touch them frequently,
helps me cope with reality.


Details | Lyric | |

Sgt Griffin

A sorte protege os audazes
Yes a sergeant rode in here as always with
A daring pair of rangers that made us just
Go pray it's back to Fashion Day because
Baby we won't have to pass away, oh no
To the reality of a fascist state
Although

It's hard it's envious of me to see you apart from me baby
Yeah into so many things that aren't a part of me maybe
It's the coat of arms oh stitched by those that harm
That cause alarm
Or the green card rejected by the armies of God be-
Cause they frost The Fall and that's

That's just to save us all
And the justice saves us all

And the style is designed
And with the sign of a Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you and me

So the poet in the philosopher
He said that he'd
He'd throw us the thrill of a cross but first
Put on a gauntlet, in a British accent "lad you can't let
Oh the truth bring out the worst and let it get
Yeah the best of you" so

We'll catch it without the hurt but
Still left with a loss of words 'cause

The style is designed
And with the sign of the Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you from me
My envy of things that separate you and me


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Entwinement

Bleeding around me are empty faces
Sad, drooping spaces, crumpled places
Melancholy for the light of new places
Stuck in time, frozen in time
The pangs of lonesome fill their sagging hearts
Frowning forever, frowning forever
Let me stare blankly at the stained wall
Nothing at all…nothing at all

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an never-ending...
Entwinement 

Found myself looking through the tiny hole in the wall
Watching you fall, watching you fall
Scared for the neck that would break us all
You shuddered my blood…shuddered my blood
I met the eyes of the souls of your feet
Twitching and swinging…unfeeling…unfeeling
Please allow me this sole ease:
Just be with me... lie with me

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an everlasting...
Entwinement

-inspired by Mad World by Gary Jules-
-also inspired by the stop motion film: The Man in the Lower-Left hand Corner of the Photograph-


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That First

We can have many but none 
will ever erase that first.
Barbwire confessions 

In a dessert in a moment of passion she did quench 
my thirst.
And so  with any plessure must come the pain. 
A broken heart spreads like a infection.
Simple memories washed clean by the summers rain.

I wonder only night and day.
Pretend to think beyond a moments reflection.
But still my heart does betray.

As teens stumble through awkward moments 
yerning  for that unspoken feeling with a intense burst
they fall in and out of that trademark emotion.
Forgetting the last only to recall that first.

Im  speaking  about more than action.
Seldom do we admit the innocence.
Hide the truth and flaunt satisfaction.

Tainted is the blood in the kiss.
Time holds its portrait.
Dark was that night but never dark as this.

I confess i loved you  eternal.
As i treated you the worst.
forever in confines  sweet and bitter.
Burried in emotions in honor of that first.   


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Door

Beyond the Door

Having left no stones unturned, I submitted to the passage when the angel of death arrived, luring me to his carriage. Mighty black steeds pulled us along the trail and through a tunnel; I stared steadfast at the light, hoping energy to funnel. Memories tried to thwart me and suddenly I felt the pain of each person I had harmed in a quest for personal gain. In this tunnel I reviewed every moment I’d spent on Earth and in this self-imposed hell, I doubted my lifetime’s worth. As we rode ever closer to the eternal tunnel’s light, my soul was overcome by a sense of great hope, not fright. When the carriage stopped before a luminescent pearly door, tenuously I disembarked onto a fluffy white floor. It was then that peace engaged my heart and I heard their voices – soft words of friends who stood by me regardless of my choices. Turning the knob, I entered the realm where those I’d loved lived on. Although I’d been a sinner and believed the best times were gone, I found that hope and forgiveness waited on the other side. In my heart the welcome songs of angels rang and amplified.


Details | Free verse | |

Restless

Bump bump bump goes my heart 
I wanna pop into your arms like I'm fresh from the toaster 
but in reality I watch as you 
live your life with others I'm like a poster
hanging on your walls always there
but plastered up I can't reach you
 
Life isn't fair but If I could do anything I'd wish
that we could leave the fantasy world
behind because my feelings are far 
from pretend. 

My friends they should become preachers
because their always trying to preach 
they tell me to show you my heart 
and to through away the stupid key.

I'm afraid that if I say what I really
want you will remove me from your walls
for good. But isn't that what love is about 
risking it all to be where we should? 

I would do anything to find a cure 
but the brain is from venus 
and the heart is from mars  
when they try to communicate 
the signal often gets lost or 
batteries forget to be charged. 
But for now I'll just toss and turn
in my bed because it's the only way 
I know. 

I have no idea where I will go, 
But I know that if you let love be it can travel
through light, rain or snow. 
without you I feel like my personal economy
is low but we must go, we must go, we must go. 
We must face the unknown.


Details | Acrostic | |

Magnum Opus

Man of words, strange creature of fiery intention,
Amplifying pictures with that restless imagination,
Great are the images spurting forth from your pen,
Nothing holds you down, working alone in the den; 
Unto the night you toil, pushed by an alien power,
Mastering some inner demons, taming your fear.

Oh how you search for truths floating up in the air,
Producing tremors with the raging force they stir,
Until at last your labors come to a perfect ending, 
Shaking humanity with the hard lessons they bring.


Details | Free verse | |

Submerged Cathedral

Sickle moon gray above the waves
The quiet directionless wind 
On the earth, and in the sky above 
A veil is drawn, cutting into dark spots 
Slowly round and round,  
Murals are etched into the sand  
The statue waits with eyes unblinking 
Silent wonder, solitary armless stone 
Twisted, counter-pose, forever fixed, 
Wonder, what does she see under water? 
Rusty bows and sterns, shipwrecks, 
Silvery fish fluttering in and out of hulls, a 
graveyard outside hallowed ground 

Archway, the great doors dark and closed
Murky, wet light pours in vaulted windows
Through water-worn edges of stained glass 
Seaweed tendrils curl around an altar 
Once, quiet processions marched up the aisle 
They are now only filtered ghosts, 
Murmuring, wavy impressions of what was 
Forever, the tide calls upon the great steeple 
And the lonely under-toe, 
Pulls a mote in the sand around her, 
To protect the bastion in the sea, 
Dark, lovely, lost forever to those above 


Details | Ballad | |

Detoured Dreams

I always thought of heaven,
as a warm, New England Fall day. 
The leaves were shining brighter
than the street post lamps at midnight. 
I’m cruising along the highway. 

Passing scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us?
Everything that was -is 
fortunately apart of today.  

And I write-
because it relieves my pain. 
I create
because it’s nice to remember how to love.
Am I therefore less worthy, 
if I one day choose to make money, 
off my lovely creations?

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
Legend has it at one time, 
that’s what he wanted out of life.

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
What if someone had embraced this passion, this skill?
He could have sipped wine, 
painted on blank canvases,
and basketed in reflection of the moon.

He could have
Made love, 
and wrote songs, 
and Praised God, 
for the fortune of being able to dream. 
 
Instead, 
He abandoned his love for creation,
His love of art, 
praised only the devil
and became crazed with hate,  
millions were slaughtered, 
millions had to pay the price.
How tragic can life be?  

But now, 
I’m Passing through scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us? 
Everything that was -is 
unfortunately apart of today.  

we never know just how much
shutting down one little, tiny, persons dream
can effect so many other people’s dreams.
and the generations to come. 

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
 would it have spared us some?


Details | Lyric | |

Certifiable Kiss

I have enough time
Yes 'cause love's alive and baby in its prime
Oh it is just like
Success ain't fun and games but for the saint's life

Yeah he'll pray but maybe Hell'll hit
Faithfully turn off the safety
Baby Cupid shoots shells with hollow tips
He'll lose an eye and they'll think he's crazy so
We'll say it gave him a gift
Baby the trait of a certifiable kiss

Girl I see you have more than usual
Yeah even before you visualize the visible
With a noble temper, mature and golden in a
A higher temperature than a crucible's molten innards

But there's a secret to your strategy
And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be
So naturally keen at dodging me

And it's a line of defense
And girl you make a fence
So girl I take offense

Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in-
To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been

But the only one in my blood that
That doesn't shine like the sun it
It naturally has to be the one where
I refuse to call it a pun when
I call you up to call you the one, there's

A secret to your strategy
And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be
So naturally keen at dodging me

And it's a line of defense
And girl you make a fence
Hence I take offense

Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven
You play the chords
You make me insane but maybe I'll give you your credit
Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven
You play the chords
You make me insane but baby I'll give you your credit


Details | Free verse | |

Untwisted

Sometimes the memories won’t fade 
         All the places we have seen
         All the prices we have paid 
The memories of the happy as well as the sad 
            The people we’ve lost
           The friends that we had 
Some memories just seem like a ghost 
I always lost everyone that I loved the most 
The wind would just carry them away 
             Along with my tears 
            And my ability to pray
    I wonder how far is heaven from here?
              How many more heartaches 
                 How many more tears 
              I wonder how far it is away
Because I have so many things that I wish to say 
To all the people that I loved and I lost 
             I’m not even tripping 
             My heart paid the cost 
The reaper rode the river in a bikers disguise 
I’ll never forget the fear in my mother’s eyes 
    As he drug her under and then let her go 
Through my four year old veins hate started to grow 
My eyes were blind my ears were deaf 
After that I forgot  
           There was anything left  
Karma is like poker for it is bound to luck 
When I was just a boy 
God through me under the truck 
Of all the things in life we feel 
   We are all bound to God’s will 
Passion is a doorway between love and hate 
    God is the dealer in the game of fate 
              Our place is not to question why 
                       For if we do our faith will die 
            The deeper we hate the deeper we love 
            I was gifted wisdom by the Lord above 
                    Every gift comes at a price 
A world of experience behind my advice 
     Every smile holds a lifetime of pain 
Nothing that happens should happen in vein 
                         It is our choice that which we do 
 Know in your heart these words are true 
The harder we fall the further we climb 
             No ones life is totally sublime 
Illusion after illusion will be offered to you 
                 But only the living word is true 
The living word that beats in your heart 
Will keep you safe as the world falls apart 
Through the pain of a boy watching his mother die 
It’s never to late to kiss the sky
A man of faith who could never give up 
Please come break my bread and share in my cup 
By the time our journey is through 
                      I’ll share all I am with you 
          Hopefully somewhere in my words you’ll see 
              ---Untwisted is truly the way to be---



Details | Quatrain | |

The Dandelion

The dandelion sat along on the hill 
watching the rose's play.
He asked to join the fun and games;
is it all right if I stay?
The rose's said, you can not play,
for you are not one of us.
Go back to your hill to your grassy clump,
and don't you make a fuss.
For we are tall with our beautiful stems
and nicely shaped leaves.
Our petals are grand,
the best in the land, 
so stay away you weed.
A beautiful flower, tall and grand,
you are, the dandelion sighed.
Your petals are grand, the best in the land,
but i'd rather be pretty inside.
For the rose's and their beauty so grand, 
will fade and wither with time,
but the dandelion's beauty within,
is one thing that will never die. 
:0)


Details | Free verse | |

Night Poem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Title: Night Poem


Details | Rhyme | |

Black Tears

When my heart beats
It pumps black ink
Flowing to my brain
Effecting how I think

I start to weep
Black tears of rage
A pool of darkness 
Soaking my page

Your injected words
Have filled my veins
A heart colored black
Covered with stains

My life re-imagined
With love energized
The beat changes
New blood supplied

Color now returned
My heart fully fed
Now when I cry
My tears will be red


Details | Villanelle | |

My Heart Decided Long Ago

My heart decided long ago
   That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Though people told me what to know,
   I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.

I fought false rhetoric, and so
   Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
   I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.

I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
   The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;

And on Life's river now I row,
   My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
   That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.


Details | Lyric | |

Cel-Shaded Gold

I forgot how to write
My God it's not sounding right
The way I'd shape my face by phrase on a page
The shades I'd make cry, pray, and praise your name

Out of the blue you chalked me on cue
To change the hue of my attitude
You say "I'll pull it right out of you
And carry this, your arrogance
An arrow in
My vow to you"

So what do I do when I've lost my voice
And need a ploy just to prove my choice
When it's true that

That I'm the biggest fool on the planet but
But I'd be a tool to wanna change it 'cause
'Cause I'm a lion in a strange land
I'm untamed maybe I'm deranged and
I can't say I'm a safe man

I don't sell my soul, although you know I'd
I'd go render my last cel-shaded gold
Through a bold
But hidden code
Where love and hate they'll mold fixated in a humble abode

You see I'm not perfect
And for sure you've heard it
Oh it's true that

That I'm the biggest fool on the planet but
But I'd be a tool to wanna change it 'cause
'Cause I'm a lion in a strange land
I'm untamed maybe I'm deranged and
I can't say I'm a sane man

No I can't say I'm a safe man
So I can't say I'm a sane man
No I can't say I'm a sane man
So I can't say I'm a safe man


Details | Rhyme | |

Sexy

   Sexy is the way 

    her lips move on his ear. 

     Never touching 

      always whispering 

       things I'll never hear.


Details | Rhyme | |

Clear Thinking On A Cloudy Day

Memories like you dont always shine true.
Nor do old places hold that magic.
In a life so short.
That seems so traggic.

Im thinking of forever  while slowley fading  away.
Oh such clear thinking  on a cloudy day.

A summer ago is when we met.
So far now it seems.
Yet the still my heart holds no regret.

The poetry you inspired apon this very page.
Is ment to complment a love without age.

Early morning memories that you've lent.
Is simpley a dream of time well spent.

A dark sky hides the sunlights ray.
Such is the clear thinking on such 
a cloudy day.

Im not blind yet for years   
hope has went unseen.
Sometimes age can taint a sweet dream.

Turning bitter the once colorful
fruit.
Killing wonder straight at the root.

A love like our's has kept with change.
And grown in definance.
Like a silly game.
We formed this this passion swept Alliance.

First with love you must blindly fall.
Then you must try to run when you
can bareley crawl.

To outlast the storms is to stand against the wind.
To ignor friends and to put trust in 
a stranger and depend.

Many thoughts run through my head.
In the early morning as she lay against me
in bed.

A heart has many rivers a soul is a endless sea.
As we apart we are caged.
While togather we are free.

From this loves eternal bliss  my heart should never 
stray.
As i sit clear is my thinking on such a  cloudy day.


Details | I do not know? | |

Alone I Stand

In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons
The inescapable truth is that in the darkness
Even your shadow leaves you
Stare at the abyss and the void fills you
Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart
Shadows lurking out of sight
Manifestations surround you
the journey of the hopeless soul
Is it a lesson that must be endured
To make the heart steady
So that when you reach the end
You truly appreciate how bad it could have been
And what you’re capable of
So that you know that you all need
Is your beating heart and nothing else
Just you
Believing in a dream..
Something that
The darkness
Can’t touch.


Details | Free verse | |

Darkness

Complete darkness
No sound at all
This is where you live
No one to talk to
The blackness, engulfing
Smothering the air out of you
In this vast void with lack of light
You are forced to believe
That you see a speck
A tiny green light
Way off in the distance
This blot of light brings so much hope
So many desires
You can hardly breath
Suddenly the light grows larger
You feel elated
Then FLASH
Complete darkness
No sound at all
Things are back
To the way they will always be


Details | Free verse | |

Devoured

I don't know how to abandon 
This maniacal world 
Where electric words stalk my nights, 
Devouring my mind. 

Volcanic images appear 
As uninvited guests, 
Wrestling atrophied concepts 
Into structured rhythm. 

Metaphors tease unrelenting 
As sounds tickle my heart, 
Disowning my need for respite 
From red saturation. 

Yet I feast upon each moment 
Of inspired reverie, 
Count each hour of sanity 
An insulated gift. 

I fall into meek thanksgiving 
For voice of expression 
Even as I hear the approach 
Of mystified ideas. 

For what would I be without art 
Conveyed in written form 
But an aching, unfulfilled soul; 
Derelict and deprived?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Web of Hearts

An intricate mesh of thread
Holds together our hearts like a spiders web.
It started long ago
With a single, fine, white line,
A fragile link of silken twine.
A simple bond of heart and mind
Strands of love carefully intertwined.
We didn't continue to make it strong,
And yes, that's where we went wrong.
Now the loose ends dangle so far apart,
An immeasurable distance heart to heart.


Details | I do not know? | |

Eyes of Fire and Heart of Stone

I see pain in their eyes.
I hear sorrow in their cries.
Inside I break and cry alone,
with my eyes of fire and heart of stone.

No matter how much pain I feel
I am sure that I will always deal
the way I know..alone
with my eyes of fire and heart of stone.

Others may not know the fear.
They know just what they see or hear.
I come off cruel and cold.
Inside I'm not...I'm just not bold.

I have to thank my mother
for the love she's never shown
The one thing that she did give me...
her eyes of fire and heart of stone.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Other Side Of Life

A loved one has passed to the other side,
Within my heart there to abide.
I know one day they'll be reborn,
That's why there's no reason for me to mourn.

Even though you've gone away,
In my heart you'll forever stay.
Next time around we'll meet again,
You may even be my closest friend!

From time to time I miss you still,
In truth I know I always will.
You've shown me love, laughter, and fun,
That I'll pass on before my time is done.

Death is not something that I dread,
Starting a new life is what lies ahead.
And when it comes my time to go,
I'll still send love to those I know.


Details | Couplet | |

Perspective

Today I stopped along a roadside path,
Drawn to swaths of gold and blue.
A calliope of yellow mustard, with hues
Of purple vinca, and wild sweetpeas too.

Harsh winter rains lay this hillside bare
But nature’s will the landscape overcame.
No artist’s brush could best this scene
This painting with a grass-green frame.

My burdened heart beat with hope anew,
I felt the dark and troubled day recede.
Perspective gripped my tired soul,
And gave peace to a heart in need.



Details | I do not know? | |

The Seven Pillars

After a deep love
After years of separation
After the last millennium is wrapped
With white and rosy candles
You come back
With an empty face
And with a dropped hands
To ask me for 
A brake up
With no more confusion
And a solid conclusion
I accepted the deal
After all
This everlasting ancient love
Grow up like a seven pillars
Of a new religion
Neither me 
Nor the Romans
Could stop it.


Details | Free verse | |

The Pen is Just So Much Mightier

I could never explain how I feel
On air, waves of sounds escaping what I could no longer hear
Aggravation lingers on the tongue
How it burns, perpetually, embedding anger on taste buds
I will remember the taste of defeat, eternally 
Dull, so Dull, hums this high pitched 
Innocence
If I can't tell my story in the voice that I want to
I’d rather be silent 
        forever 

The pen flows so easily
Blackest  inks stain my felt tip
Passion! How it twists my heart into complicated
Mazes, interlocking, crisscrossing
		Things I’ve never thought of before
The blood of contemplation runs clear as diamonds caught in eclipses  
Torrents of ecstasy, 
		Free	falling 	
over 
J
 A
  G
    Ged rocks, waterfalls, creating Prisms
		Bam, Bam, Bam 
Relives pressures on joints that hold
Industrial hearts together, oil may no longer ease this
New age technological emotion on addictive highs
I never even knew of until I thought about it 

Two Double Oh Seven for sure

I consider myself to be something
I’m not really sure of
But I do love to imply mystery in reflections that others see
Honestly, complexity isn’t my best asset, only others believe this is what I am
As long as I believe in what I stand for
It is fine if my tongue flails but my pen soars

			


Details | Couplet | |

Another Day.....

Why is everyone so surprised,
To learn of the pain I have disguised?

They say that they had not a clue.
They always say"Who knew?"

They had not a single notion,
All the tears shed could fill an ocean.

They all want me to put my heart on my sleeve.
Why so again everyone can just leave?

They say my soul I should bare,
Yet they as well never share.

I am just going to be by myself.
My heart will be placed upon a shelf.

I am hurting way too much
No longer want to feel or touch.

I have made my many mistakes.
This is my life, that is the breaks.

I have many sins and many regrets,
Never shall I allow myself to forget.

All my pain and all my endless sorrow 
Shall raise its head again on the morrow.

It is mine and mine alone.
I should not grumble or even moan.

One day the sun will surely shine,
And I will no  longer whine.

Til then I will just silently scream
And pray this is nothing but a dream.


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Daughters Eyes

To see the world through your eyes…

An aching heart is cured simply by a kiss…

With paper and crayon a new Picasso is hung…

Coffee cans and cooking pots are an orchestra…

A twig is a swashbuckler’s sword saving the day…

Even alone you create new friends to fill a void…

You don’t understand when I can’t see them too…

That sweet beauty you imagine has no boundaries…

I pray you hold onto it for just a moment more…

When you next open your eyes all will be different…

Cans will be junk twigs will become kindling and…

That faithful friend you created will have faded away…

I wish with all my heart you could stay young forever…


Details | I do not know? | |

If I Died Today

If I died today,
Would your heart fade away?
If I died today,
Would your heart die with me?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would you be able to move on?
If I died today,
Who would go to my funeral?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would you see me in everything?
If I died today,
Would anyone even care?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would anyone cry for me?
If I died today,
How would you grieve for me?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today......


Details | Free verse | |

TRUE LOVE...

It is the one I want, 
that my heart does haunt.
Even though I can not have, 
the one I hold near and dear, 
they always make me laugh.
They do not spurn me; 
all they do is make me feel free.
Though I know who I want, 
they always seem to try to taunt.
I can not have them this I know, 
I still seem to love them from head to toe.
It is for some time, 
my love I try to hide.
But now my obsession grows so strong, 
I do not know if my heart can hold out for long.
So some how my heart I must break, 
or something else my love and heart must take.
For I know them very well, 
I wish they would at least, 
make my heart hurt like hell.
Because they can not return my love, 
I will try to pray for help from above.
I truly care for them, 
so I can not go to take, 
them away from who they date, 
so now I put my whole self at stake.
Even though my love they won't return, 
I really wish then my heart would burn.
I really fear that some time soon, 
I will be emotionally ruined, 
and that to be my doom.


Details | I do not know? | |

Guess What?

Guess what happened today?
A cute boy stole my heart away.
He looked in my eyes,
And took hold of my hand.

He took my breath away,
Made me want to fly.
The twinkle in our eyes
Could be seen for miles and miles.

Guess what happened today?
A cute boy stole my heart away.
He whisked me away
To lands untold
And there these events preceded to unfold.

He took my breath away
Made me want to fly.
The twinkle in his eyes
Could be seen for miles and miles.

Guess what happened today?
A cute boy stole my heart away.
In these mythical lands
He took my hands,
And then he told me...

He took my breath away
Made me want to fly.
The twinkle in my eyes
Could be seen for miles and miles.

Guess what happened today?
A cute boy stole my heart away.
He told me he loved me,
And he was my all.
I gave my heart,
And he threw it at the wall.

He took my breath away
Made me want to fly.
The twinkle in my eyes
Died in all his lies.

Guess what happened today?
A cute boy stole my heart away.
He stepped on my heart,
Made fun of my love.
And all in all,
Ruined my visions of love.

He used to take my breath away,
Used to make me want to fly.
Till the twinkle in my eyes
Died from all his lies.

Guess what happened today?
A cute boy stole my heart away.
But he doesn't know what he's lost,
Can't begin to fathom his loss.

He used to take my breath away,
Used to make me want to fly.
Till the twinkle in his eyes
Shined for her thru many miles.

Guess what happened today?
Another cute boy stole my heart away.
Hopefully this time I won't get hurt
Though by this time,
You'd think I'd have learned.

Now he's the one who takes my breath away,
The one who makes me want to fly.
The twinkle in our eyes can be seen
For miles and miles.


Details | Free verse | |

Center of nothing

This is the center
of all my work
I write one line
before and after each line
and you will see
when you place my lines of other poems in between
this is my reality coming undone
for this is my center

For I am but a fool
out to trick myself
I am a clown
stuck in the middle
of something
and somewhere
wondering what else?

This is the key
of what i said before and after
the reality of my craft
and the solutions
to all my upcoming endless 
psycho babble chapters
of genies and wishes
and batters and pitter patter

This is the center
I'm spiraling out from
a line above and below
to read between
each piece
a true obviousness
of limited wonder and laughter
moons
and hanged men

For this is just the middle
of everything
but it's not really
so this is my disguise
of a confession


Details | I do not know? | |

Tanichka 's Gifts

  A sparkling thought
you threw
I caught
safe now in my pocket
When I get home
when I'm alone
I'll put it in my locket

  A keepsake lives
and always gives
more joy thru the years
I need your thoughts
the ones I've caught
protect me from my tears

 Though rash and wild
I'm still a child
who swings out on a dream
please give me one 
when you are done
for mine has lost  the gleam

 the gleam of youth
of breathless truth
that passioned life alive
sits on the floor
outside my door
asleep tll you arrive


Details | Blank verse | |

Mirrors

I don't like mirrors.


Details | Classicism | |

Mistakes

Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
  Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
  Never had  known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
  So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely  scared.
  What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
  At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
  Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.
Tac


Details | Free verse | |

Just Some Highschool Math Problem

i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer

the world is a top
i spin it and predict the probability
that the end will equal the means
or perhaps surpass it
even if i never surpass this muck-up
these broken eardrums
and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words

and i don't even exist
especially to the solipsists, nihilists
and i no longer give a sh--
i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick

oh i could have been a possibility
but that possibility was so small
that you'd need a magnifying glass
and some tweezers

i am rust, oxified and tearing up
i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet
i am lust, but never just enough
i am bust

i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SO blind

   All this time I have always had my doubts,
Not the person led to believe is what I found out.
   To be deceived and lied to for oh so long,
Down deep I knew there was something wrong.
   Head over heels I had fallen in love ,
Always thought you were sent from above.
   How the knife is twisted into my side ,
So much pain I can do nothing but cry.
   These memories of what I thought was real,
I'm confused and I don't how how to feel.
    Is this really possible that I did not know,
Through all this time it never showed.
    Such an evil thing to do to a man ,
Especially the lies which he could not stand.
    How cruel and cold your heart must be ,
To carry on as you did never letting me see.
     Hard to accept all those moments  so dear ,
Realizing they are now my greatest fears .
     What was to be Joy and Happiness,
Replaced by the feelings of a loneliness.
   Never did I imagine this happening to me ,
Thinking that you and I were meant to be .
   It's a very hard thing for a man to accept ,
When he finds out that he's been tricked.
    Was it the money or the control you had ,
Maybe because you are really just that bad.
    Some day soon for this you will have to pay ,
For the sins against me and your evil ways.
    Goodbye to you  who ever you are ,
For in this heart you have left brutally scarred.
Tac.


Details | Rhyme | |

Finding Love Again

Your heart feels old and tired
it’s cried a river...a flood
bedraggled, hurt and weary
stomped and dragged through mud

It’s seen the ebb and flow of life
and watched as you grew strong
step by step rebuilding
a life where you belong

Budding new relationships
built on solid ground
people who believe in you
and the new life you have found

Your heart is strong and growing
new worlds to explore
you’ll know your heart is ready
when finding love once more

You’re wiser and more careful
still smiling through the scars
a journey just beginning
finding love amongst the stars.

For Karin, finding love again...

Trudy Diane Rider
1-9-10


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Dark Ice

Shadows and murky darkness deep
Describe the depths of lonely hearts
That lie in wait and icy chill
For fiery love to burst in flames;
That empty chests may be refilled
And taste sweet love again!


Details | Couplet | |

Happy Birthday Carol and Antoinette

April seven is joined together in two special ways
My wife and Carol Brown were each born that day

In so many ways, they remind me of each other
For each one has the heart and soul of a mother

Like a great big clown riding a little bitty bike
Antoinette and Carol are the type we naturally like

Two separate women who hold pieces of my heart
Although, each one holds a completely different part

Antoinette was able to see what no one had seen
Inside of this nightmare lived a very beautiful dream

Carol’s beautiful heart was able to help me to see
Poetry Soup was exactly the place I needed to be

Two very different women with two similar souls
Played significant roles in my reaching my goals

One helped me piece together my shattered heart
The other helped me keep it from falling back apart

I think I’m truly about as lucky as any man can be
There are so many different people care about me

Carol is just one of many I love here on the soup
I’m lucky to have landed in such a beautiful group

Carol, never doubt the truth in these words I say
This is the highest complement I could ever pay

To be written alongside a poem with my wife
Means “I Love & Respect” every drop of your life

You’re the very first to have landed in this spot
Old friend I reckon that means I love you a lot

April seventh I’ll proudly find my knee’s and pray 
You’ll have a wonderfully blessed special birthday


i wanted to write Carol a Happy Birthday poem
but I wanted to give it special meaning. Anyone
who knows how much I love, admire, and adore 
my wife; knows that for me to place someone in
a poem alongside her, is the highest complement
I could ever make. Carol thank you for the love,
friendship, support and prayers you have given me 
over the years. I'm very honored to be your friend.











Details | Verse | |

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Ballad | |

Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty, Love and Peace

Beauty, Love and Peace Beauty appears to be, In serene mood sometimes, Spreading the peace in mind Beyond horizons, limits and time. Peace is really such a wonderful state, Which enhance our mind and soul, and It makes us feel the joy of love and mirth, Influencing, our mind, heart and soul sublime, Which exist only otherwise, in that supreme being. Beauty takes us further and even beyond further, Amid the lofty heights, where love opens it wings, Where cool breeze blows to touch our mind, Where pleasure refresh our heart and feelings, Music and songs further take our souls, In a world of delight, so beautiful, so sublime, While flying and floating high in the sky. When peace reaches it's ultimate, It yields the fruit of love, Compassion and kindness, Then burst like buds, In every happy and serene mind, A Godly quality began to reflect, In every act of a cool mind. Beauty when get mingled, With the sparks of love, It bring the hearts and bind, So close and so loving, that bodies and beatings, Become one amid the ecstasies of loving minds. Nothing can reach here, nothing can disturb, Nothing can explain the beauty of love, Here the beauty even gets a new definition, It no more remains the beauty of body, It becomes the beauty of our being. Beauty dwells in every heart and mind, But very seldom reaches that stage, Where it become an inner decoration, Instead of a thing of vanity and pride. Ravindra Kanpur 19th May 2012 Inspired by Joann Grisetti’s poem
NOTE : To have the views and comments on these vital petals of life and poetry I have placed a Blog also on Poetry Soup on 19th May as "How you consider Beauty leads to Love and Love leads to Peace". The Blog is receiving most beautiful ideas from the pens of many of my most learned friends and philosophers on Poetry Soup.


Details | Free verse | |

Imane

It is from my thoughts you have come
It is from within sensation that you have become
Yet…It is I who feels brought, it is I who is befalling,
Transpiring into what is beyond sentiment

Grasped in your presence, that in form is
 A cloverleaf, an intersection of all
Realities and chimeras
Yet…In feeling, it is the winter, summer, autumn
And spring that season my years

Imane… afar the distances I yearn to reach, upon
The horizons of your outlying skies…
Shall we meet one day? 
Or is it only the tip of my pen that foresees?

I shall only linger…upon these many pages


-Imane: An Arabic female given name which means Faith; Pronounced (E.man).

-Imane is the main character of a novel I happen to be writing. I have never been in such 
marvelous experience before :)


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




Details | Acrostic | |

Mother's Death

M  y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O  h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T  o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H  ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E  each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R  easons I will never know in this life though
S  atan did his work in destroying family

D  evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E  aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A  ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T  o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H  ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven


Details | Rhyme | |

An Occasional Chance Encounter

An occasional chance encounter
With a stranger on the street 
Can change life like a tidal wave
And lift us off our feet.
The mystery of wakefulness
Like the dance of rolling dice,
Is filled with rhythm, love and hate
Virtue, darkness, light. 
Bending ‘round from sky to ground,
Heaven, hell and in between;
An occasional chance encounter 
Can turn a whore into a queen.
Who may have been lost in paradise,
Trampled, beaten, bruised;
The slut you spit on yesterday 
Might well have been just you.
Or the skid-row drunk whose soul has sunk
So low you can’t relate, 
To the pain he knows each time it snows 
And the cold winds won’t abate.
Unless, until somebody fills
His heart with dreams again;
An occasional chance encounter
Might mean the world to him.
A word or two of hopefulness,
From nightmares all day long;
A helping hand, one measured stand 
Turns sorrow into song.
And now and then when nothing’s wrong 
And everything feels fine;
No dark cloud storms or feeling worn
Cast clouds upon the mind.
When all feels well and quite routine 
And there’s nothing much to say,
An occasional chance encounter
Can change us all in many ways.
A look in the eye and words that fly
Out of one’s tongue and mouth;
Before we know it love starts to show it 
And the heart starts heading down south.
Running away like a child at play
As if never before set free;
Wild in the wind as one begins 
To open up eyes and see.
That blindness isn’t limited 
To those that have no sight 
But affects us all the weak and small 
Every day and every night. 
As now and then like a Zephyr wind
A stranger comes a’ calling; 
Before we know we’re all a glow
In love and freely falling.
Like a coin toss out of nowhere,
Probabilities, unimaginable; 
An occasional chance encounter
May render life numinous, unfathomable.
Trust me when I tell you that 
There are riches deep inside;
Every soul that ever lived,  
Struggled, loved and died.
As it is written in the book of life
And inscribed inside our heads; 
An occasional chance encounter 
Can find beauty in the beast within
And love where hatred led.  


 
 

 


Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


Details | Personification | |

The Transformation of Word

Letters turn into words.....While words turn into understanding with meaning,some 
you've never heard....
Sentences turn into stories....As stories fill our hearts and mind...slowly...
 seducing thoughts letter by letter, word by word, line by line...
Words floating around in my head it's like they just won't quit...
I find meaning in everything,  from the very first letter that any word has in it....
So for me writing is like my souls transformation into words... 
Into a personal sense of freedom and levels of self expression in ways yet to be 
heard....
It's so beautiful to me...That when I open my eyes I am able to see....
That life forms all type of letters into words into sentences into stories into my mind 
into my being into my heart into me...    
Chapters of love, pain, passion, lose ,success,pleasure, deceit, and envy....
The effects are astonishing and I've been blessed to see, The world's soul 
transformed into words into life into POETRY....


Details | Ode | |

An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


Details | Quatrain | |

The Essence of Solitude

In subtle silence runs a river of hopes and dreams To find the essence of solitude, I must bridge its width So I wait, with patience, anticipating the quiet hush Its powerful roars come with solace, peace and true girth It drapes the busy walls like rich, velveteen brocade Tranquil, I find myself in its unfettered embrace I become a cocoon enwrapped in comfort and warmth Captivated, in the moment I savor the sweet taste In recline, my heart beats to its rhythmic chant And my breathing becomes slow, deeply sublime While I inhale the soothing fragrance of lavender oils The world is shut out and heart reaches its climb Peacefully drifting, light as leaf upon a river My soul rises to sing sacred songs of praise Enthralled in beauty of suspended animation And I breathe in the silence with solitude encased ~*~
Note: For Paula Swanson's "Breathe in Silence" Contest By : Audrey Carey


Details | Blank verse | |

Hammer In Hand

You always laughed at me In that funny way of yours
Standing at the door ~ looking out to see 
Wondering where you are, and will you follow me 
With hammer in hand ~ Into nature decked with 
silver and gold 

Do you possess a loving heart  with stories untold 
By now they know what  you are made of 
Reflections that come from your eyes they see 
Though they walk with you in a style of their own
Shaped into the figure of a man with beauty of a woman 

A tree in the forest is cut down shaped into the form of a goddess 
A goddess that will take us through time and back again 
Though time is an elusive thing  here as we all know 
Hammer in hand into nature decked with silver and gold 

Time means nothing when the heart is near  I am told   
Does a tree feel the pains of a cut as we do , I ask you 
I have struggled all my days with thoughts like these 
To figure out what the true meaning really is to me 
If you know can you tell me too as we walk together
With hammer in hand into nature decked with silver and gold 


Details | Acrostic | |

Happiness

Happiness (acrostic)
Happiness is found within not in people and things

Acceptance of the present regardless of what fears/ inner demons you may be facing

Persistence in seeking love and happiness inside ourselves so we may experience the abundance of love and beauty that encompasses us

Patience with ourselves as we learn and grow through our personal trials and tribulations life often presents to us, unexpectedly

Inside ourselves are all the answers we seek, believe in yourself with a smile on your face

Never give up on yourself! Challenge your belief systems with an open heart and a positive mind set

Endless love & happiness awaits you, seek it consciously without delay

Spirit of love is the essence of our original form; happiness is our natural state of being

Smile in the face of adversity and feel your spirit soar to new heights experiencing love, peace and happiness from this moment forward.  Live as if there is no tomorrow, for you reap what you sow :) :) :)


Details | Ballade | |

Dancing with the trees

Dancing with the trees.

Like the silence of the bush be I
So wonderful I feel
Within the depth of mystic river
Comes a space that is so still
I see it all, and all of me 
In the dancing of the trees
The way they wave so gracefully
As they float upon the breeze.

I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am'
In the power of the silence
All arrogance it dissipates
And so do shades of violence
As they flow away on the painted river
On it's way to the mighty ocean
The only thing that takes their place
Is love and sweet devotion.

A Parrot lands upon a branch
All orange, blue, and green
As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun
As it shines upon his sheen
And make the colours come to life
And I feel that power in me
the power of the all that is
With all it's energy.

25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.


Details | Rondeau | |

Whose Child Is This

Whose child is this, before me laid A gift of God, from his love made Two tiny hands my heart embrace This one who chose my world to grace So innocent, so unafraid As each small feature is surveyed Life as I knew it starts to fade As I gaze down upon this face Whose child is this Oft to my Lord, my wish conveyed Each evening for this child I prayed All my misgivings now displace My emptiness of heart erase Has He at last my fears allayed Whose child is this
02//23/2012


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To a Dead Man

You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Perfect Dawn

I'll softly sing a lullaby this night
Sadly howling at a mournful moon.
Be still my heart of grieving blight
The perfect dawn is coming soon.

I'll light a candle in the dark
A yellow beacon of despair.
One by one the stars I'll mark
For rosy dawn in hope prepare.

Sail softly over these stormy seas
Silver tinted the soapy waterways.
Be still my heart of searing memories
The promise of dawn brings better days.

Don't rock the boat in foamy wake
Hold tight onto rudders of grief.
Be still my heart in Sorrows Lake
The perfect dawn will bring relief.






Quite a while back a fellow poet was quite vocal as to what constitutes bad poetry, giving 
numerous examples. The above poem contains many of these examples, trying to prove that 
one man's trash, could very well be another man's poem. Let's stir the soup.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Hero

My hero

She is but eleven She is my angel sent from heaven She came to me at the tender age of twenty one She gave me reason not to run She kept me grounded She was the reason my heart pounded She made my life brand new She healed my heart through and through She showed me how to love She showed me what that stuff is made of She keeps me on my toes She won't allow me to wallow in my woes She senses when my spirits are low She will never let it show but She always seems to know She amazes me every day she grows She knows when to lean in and give me a hug She knows when I've had a bad day and not to bug She jumps in before I ask She completes every task She excels in academics and dance She shows me what can be if given a chance She picks up my good bits and pieces She continues to leave me speechless She always wears a smile She is my amazing child  She is my first, no one is above She is my first true love She is my daughter Alaya  Before her I was a zero She is my only HERO Lay
** For Crystal Wilkins My Hero contest * 1st Place


Details | Ballade | |

Life's been good

LIfe's been good

Life has been good to me
I have no real complaints
Oh yes, I've had my ups and downs
I have never been a saint
But I have sampled many things
And I have lived them all
I've been a hero in some ways
And I have been a fool.

Adventurer I've never been
I've mainly read or wrote
But I have strived to be myself
Not a book somebody wrote
Though life has kicked me once or twice
It's been a jolly ride
And I have learned with each new day
To take life in its sride

And I rejoice, I do
At all thats been and done
They've all brought me home to this
This new born, rising sun
And I don't know what God is
Or whatever there might be
All I know is some strange power
It really must love me.

22 September 2013 @ 1420hrs.                                             


Details | Acrostic | |

Who Am I

Who am I?
Question indeed!

  W-eaned from tender 
age,in noble family of ten.
  H-urt by the demise of 
the tube that brought 
me into this theater of 
struggles and pains.
  O-rdered about by the 
whimps of this 
world,facing the hurdles 
of life daily from 
cradle,never giving up 
hope.
  
  A-fine young man of 28 
I am,who has the 
experience and wisdom 
of the aged.
  M-astering the arts of 
life-learning from lessons 
of life's victims and 
didactic poems 'cos man 
of fame I intend to be for 
I bear the name Bob.

  I-lost my poetic gift at a 
stage but recovered it in 
poetrysoup for invisible 
entities say a 
lesser being I shall be,but 
another encourages me 
to move on,for great is 
one who comes out of 
the shackles of life 
undeterred for this is who 
I am.



Name: Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
Date:24-10-2013.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Spanish Sun

Saffron light dipped and angled down 
the stairwell of an abandoned train station 
in such a way that one might think 
God put Picasso in charge of painting 
the sun-baked afternoon. 
The amber hue on earth 
was a sharp contrast 
to his Blue Period sky. 


Details | Free verse | |

Cherry Red

She sat on the Bart
the subway whooshed on
swaying like a fine woman’s hips,
a picture of perfection,
her bike chipped and cherry red 
as her fingernails.

Peaches and cream 
her cheeks blushed, her dress draped,
falling between two elegant knees,
a fiery-red, curtain of cloth
scattered with white polka-dots.

She made an impression,
a work of walking art and kindness
leaked from her every pore. 

I, a fish out of water in her stream,
asked the way, the stop.
Her hand shifted atop the trash-bag
covered seat of her bike, as she braced the frame
against the seat stanchion
with an elegant hand 
wrapped in fingerless, red, wool gloves.

"I’ll watch for you” she said...
“It’s hard to see and too much noise to hear.”

Glancing down, my matronly sneakers
beside her caramel cowboy boots, 
feeling a bit lost but safe...
her Pacific-blue eyes reassuring 
beneath her honey colored bangs.
A vision of unkempt loveliness,
nameless aid to wandering mothers.
The train stopped and with a point,
she shooshed me off the East Bay train. 


Details | Free verse | |

Bravery

It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!


Details | Didactic | |

Glittery Story

Tell me this tale of the sun flash
Across your face, too hot, harsh,
Your candid stories like fairy tales;
To ears harrass our illumined faces,
Indeed. I learn laughter's lofty gales.

I will stare at your straight visage-
Water and steel of similar, sly page,
Smooth, flawless in its frank portrayal
Of myself. I should know how rumpled
Water grow into ripples of a storied age.

Yet you Mirror, is yet so smooth;
A worthy canvas, a brushes' tooth,
Fluffy. You narrate my falls and glory
In solemn reflective manner, yours only.
I'm humbled by your simlple, arcane story.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

The White Snow

When the Innocuous snow, unhurriedly descends.
With muted twirls, like the dried leaves dying.
There is a beautiful gloom staring with tinted sense.
A truth of life, so deafeningly notifying.

The flakes of snow fall on the sinister paths
Dazzling us with its radiant white
Cleverly disguised remarkable façade
Making the chameleon proud of evil’s slight

It makes some incessantly slip, trip and blunder.
And snigger while you ashamedly perspire.
You wonder whether it was all of you,
Has it stemmed out of some filthy desire?

Oh what an irony the snow is!
Spotlessly blanch yet decidedly ambiguous 
Camouflaged by the thick conceal
The misdeeds of man are outrageous

When the light of the sun shines and dazzles
The bare soul is indeed revealed
Dark as a dungeon rotten away
Clogged brain, locked ears and heart sealed

From the rocking cradle, to the thorny bier.
He portrays the spirit of pretence.
A shady heart and speech so brutally suave
The whiteness of the snow makes sense


Details | Narrative | |

The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


Details | Pantoum | |

A Traveler's Prayer

Travelers tempt the hand of fate, of time
moving from within one box to the other side.
Sometimes we’re scared, we cry sometime 
yet, to take that step, that risk “Ah, let the heart abide.”

Moving from within one box to the other side
we get a new perspective, a learning most sublime. 
Yet, to take that step, that risk “Ah, let the heart abide,”
different shapes, all askew, beneath a mask of pantomime. 

We get a new perspective, a learning most sublime,
a hard fought for understanding, from which we can’t backslide.
Different shapes, all askew, beneath a mask of pantomime,
all are born, and grow and die, as to eternity we glide.

A hard fought for understanding, from which we can’t backslide,
a call for peace and unity within this woman’s lifetime.
All are born, and grow and die, as to eternity we glide,
as on we wander, one and all, hand in hand through time.

A call for peace and unity within this woman’s lifetime
sometimes we’re scared, we cry sometime, 
as on we wander, one and all, hand in hand through time
travelers tempt the hand of fate, in searching different climes…

Topic:Backsliding


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Eternal Rainbow

An eternal rainbow in the sky
Blue as the pain in those tiger eyes
Green as the fields of yesterday
Luscious, sparkling fruit in winter ray
Grey hides both black and white
A butterfly, a symphony that sounds alright
Indigo a harbinger of storms
That over the sky in savageness roams
Orange a dancer, sultry and sweet
Wearing anklets of stars on delicate feet
Red the crimson blood in my heart
Those flowers and apples in some cart
Violet a fragile lilac bloom
The brilliant plume, the hidden perfume
Yellow the sweet juice from the mango
A million lamps lit in a row
 An eternal rainbow in the sky
Free my soul and let it fly

26/9/12


Details | Rhyme | |

Perspective

Should the broken heart persist
in it's courageous pursuit
Of love when the pain insists
That the broken heart remain mute?

Will my heart become dissolute?

Should the flame of love abate
More each time we love in vain,
Should we then our hearts berate
For causing us such awful pain?

Will I ever know love again?

I always ask myself this
When I chance to love anew,
Before I choose to resist
I first ask, What would the dead do?

Should my heart die, or live anew?

If the dead could rise again
Perchance to love one more time,
Would they fear Love's bitter pain
Or, would they think the pain sublime?

I've always chosen love each time!


                            Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Rhyme | |

I Know Of Someone Holding Unforgiveness


I Know of Someone Holding Unforgiveness! I know of someone holding unforgiveness! This has led to a life of much bitterness! Toward his brother, he’s held on to a grudge. From his viewpoint, he won’t even “budge.” No matter what God’s word has clearly spoken… He’s walked with a heart that’s been broken! His son prayed that God would speak to him! That he would forgive, so God could heal him! Forgiveness is a powerful thing to do! If you want God’s mercy to flow through you! We’re not called to “hold back,” the love God’s given! Through Christ shed blood… We’re all forgiven! May the love of Christ come and touch us! It’s no secret how much God really loves us! Please come Lord Jesus! And touch our soul! May we express your love, wherever we go! May God’s gentle love, be what always binds us! HIS words; “love one another,” do remind us! By Jim Pemberton


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Confused

Confused

If there were thing's I couldn't understand,you was one of them.
Going back and forth with one another,like the wind and does in the howls 
of winter.You'd follow me to escape your own reality,only not knowing your shattering mine.You tell me to be me there was a time when I was me and you couldn't stand it like it was looking into the eye's of a demon.How should I respond? Running away only brings more then I can offer.
Now I'm drifting and everything left me,I'll suffer the venom of past and the reoccurring pains.
From the tell's of literature to the mounts of the great wars have I been able to tell just from their looks what they thought that very moment but as I look into your eye's does it not only confuse me it refuses to tell me the truth,why am I looking into my own eyes?
Let me touch your face.Let me look into your eye's.Let me see the truth which is clouded and locked away.Let me see your feelings fall from your eye's.
Burned. Chain. Shackled. Scared. Tortured. Entangled with lies.and yet harbors no hate toward anyone then yourself.How much do you loathe yourself? To the point your a sacrificial  offering of your own whim's?
As I search for the truth,I see the many heartbreaks and the lies been told to help but nothing prevails. Yet you look at me looking for the same thing.
We're both confused? We're both in agony? We're the same? 
This isn't right.This is a lie.I don't wish to see anymore.
I won't lose to this,nor bow down and be your toy.Yet when I'm close to you,it never cold.
Hold my hand as I fight with myself. Never mind hold me closer until neither of us is cold.Don't lie to me with those pleading eye's,that are like dark's as coal and beautiful as an onyx.
Let's be ourselves.Let's shut ourselves away from this world.Let's search for our own truth.But if there only fear in your mouth,then there's lies.I shall grab your heart and I will hold it like it was the last gem on earth.So scream,hate,and be gently.
I'm confused.Your confused.I will listen,if you will talk.
Have you ever heard these words before? I never have but I will say them to you,you who has the same pleading eye's as me.When we're so much alike yet so different to the point it confusing.


Details | Free verse | |

A Bottle of Wisdom

    "A Bottle of Wisdom"



treasure Life as a precious gift from God
embrace each moment, tenderly, with love
pursue dreams in a land of freedom for all
never lose sight of goals to achieve successfully
share this poignant message with others
who are deemed special in Life for this...
a bottle of wisdom contains the keys to happiness.

absorb the brilliance of Nature's vibrant domain
preserve the environment and creatures who dwell
within the forest greenery ... inhale majestic beauty
observe the pride of Earth's Planet
although attacks have beenwaged to destroy
the fibers and fabric of a lovely tapestry
victory reigns in the human heart and spirit
a bottle of wisdom endows one with power to survive.

cradle your children with hearty hugs and kisses
every moment in Time so they lest forget the
intensity of love ... shower them with deep affection
too much abuse has already been ravaged on those
less fortunate .. left orphaned by War ..
cherish your companion, counterpart, significant other
husband, wife or friend .. they remain the strong foundation
to enjoy abundant living,

all I have written and offered to you who discover
this priceless jewel from the ocean I share in love
always remember love makes the World go round so
hold this motto in your heart ... Love Conquers Life

fall in love with love.


*For Catie Lindsey's Message in a Bottle Contest.  


Details | Free verse | |

To The Beat of Jazz Poetry

From bebop, swing to hip-hops thing
True poets had it best
For there is a rhythm in the soul, 
Which they all just had to express

Some could not control
This powerful thing 
 Was so often put to the test

It began to dawn coming on strong
Within the birth of a thing 
Called the Harlem Renaissance 

That jazz, that poetic-jazz, of intense birth 
Possessing syncopated rhythms 
And chronic expression of surreal tunes 

That perfected blend of jazz-poetry 
Developed into what it is today. 
Thanks to poets like Carl Dunbar and Langston Hughes 

That jazz, that jazz, that wonderful poetic-jazz
Being bred of pride, lyrical form and grace
Transcended cultural barriers 
Readily accepted in the 1950’s by the humane race 

Therefore, the mantra had begun to be 
So freely expressed within poetic lyrics 
To syncopated beats moving on through the 60’s and 70’s
By way of beat poets like Amiri Baraka

Returning strong throughout the 70’s and 80’s 
Thanks to artist like Gil Scott-Heron
Oh, snap he was one of the founding fathers 
Of spoken word poetry known to youngsters 

Borne to free-styling or hitting the beats 
On stage or in the streets
Yes, you’ve guessed it, most def its rap
 
Re-educating the poet in me, thanks to that thing 
In which made many a heart sing 
As these icons did their thing

Starting with something called modern day jazz-poetry…
Born during the Harlem renaissance and still going strong


Comments: I hope that you have enjoyed this free verse
tribute to some of the greatest modern day
founders of what is known as Jazz-Poetry.



Details | Rhyme | |

Face your fears

when faced with a clearing upon a path 
are you more likely to walk or take a ride
is the answer more important than the question you ask 
or is your journey just a result of your pride

when is it the most that you feel alive 
is it the conjure of voices in a crowd 
or is it that voice that triggers your drive 
when you can hear your heart beating loud 

does it take someone near you to realize you are breathing 
is it the breath you feel inside your lungs
is it their heart that keeps yours beating
or is it their words that slip from your tongue 

do you quest to live in a world where everyone agrees 
a result of a reality where everyone is dreaming 
does the world exist simply to find those to please 
or do you choose existence where you give yourself meaning 

does thinking of the universal fear keep yourself from you 
the idea of being alone clouding your thoughts 
as the convictions of others dictate what you do 
while the mind forgets what it has been taught 

does the flame of your heart flicker from others doubts 
as evening beckons you to sleep 
or does your heart tell what you're about 
when the world causes you to weep 

when you walk a road at night 
is your shadow the only company you need 
or does that thought instill fright
in the twilight when the dawn recedes 

when thoughts web and cloud your mind 
are you sure that they are your thoughts that you are hearing 
or is it when you left others behind 
that the light is shed on what you have been fearing 



Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Curse

As the world continues,
the stories continue to unfold,
my heart breaks,
though I find peace within.
As another unknown soul comes to an end,
an unnoticed tragedy occurs,
while the rest of the world moves on,
tears take control.
It's a beautiful curse,
empathy for the unknown,
tears falling because no one else will.
It seems if a heart beat ends,
another person becomes a victim,
the youngest to the oldest
are mourned for inside.
Though none of it makes sense,
and unnecessary tears can be a curse,
ultimately it's a beauty I've learned to hide,
it's a secret,
a beautiful curse that can not be denied.


Details | Free verse | |

Dripping Pages

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Lyric | |

My Heart

My heart is like a swollen stream,
A current strong and swift,
Beside which banks the mountain giants
Their rugged forms uplift.
My heart is like a wilderness,
A dark'ning wood, a desert sand,
A tempest on a heaving sea,
A blizzard in a frozen land.
My heart is like the deep of night,
The pearling of a dawn in May,
A quiet pool, the winsome strain
A song bird sings at break of day.
My heart is like volcano fire,
Seething terror at the core,
An open mouth, a vast desire
Forever hungry, craving more.
My heart is like a gentle rain,
The greening of a field in spring,
A sighing breeze through tender leaves,
A butterfly on glinst'ning wing.
My heart is like a somber dirge
In sorrow's lonely, minor key,
A gripping ache, a widening void,
A vacillating mystery.

How shall I ever meet myself,
Elusive stranger, face to face,
When I must search a universe
Where each thought holds a hiding place?


Details | Rhyme | |

God, I Need Your Forgiveness


God, I Need Your Forgiveness! God, I need your forgiveness, for things I’ve done! I need to be washed through the blood of your son! Please take away the heartache and pain! Help me to trust you, when I call on your name! May t take each day to really get to know you! And just take the time to say that I LOVE YOU! May my heart be humbled and broken within! And daily trust Jesus as my savior and friend! I’ll always need someone that I can lean on to! I don’t know what I’d do, if I didn’t have you! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Living for Today

My heart left in yesterday
My mind set on tomorrow
Living for today
 
Stuck like glue & cemented in blue
I want to stop caring at all
Be a spot on the wall
not noticed until it becomes a stain
of unrealized pain
remembering all those nightmares again
 
My heart left in yesterday
My mind set on tomorrow
Living for today
 
Let love come back to stay
By keeping my thoughts above the fray
not for yesterdays or tomorrows
nor dreams or sorrows
Red will out shine gray
 
Stay still and pray
Someday
one day
Until then, I will be
Living for today


Details | Acrostic | |

Thanksgiving

T houghtfully open heart in thankfulness
H onoring God for graciousness, unlimited access

A nd remeber all things in appreciativeness
N ot forgetting air we breath, blue sky we have in excess

K nights and princesses; children of the Living God
S ing a joyful song praising Him don't put on grand facade

G ive of yourself in thanks and rejoice in His love
I nvite the Holy Spirit to dwell within your heart dove

V ictory can be yours each step of the way my friend
I f time in God's presence in praise and worship daily spend

N ow is the time in His presence and purpose to remain
G ratitude said for all of life's pleasures even life's pain.


S tillness and quiet each day spend time thank God for each and everyone

This is a combination Acrostic and couplets..
My understanding that Acrostics do not rhyme but mine is actually couplets written in poulter's measure..A person who sold eggs would sometimes give a dozen eggs for a price and sometimes if the hens were laying extra good a person would get 14 eggs of the same price..Lucky them..So 12/14 in rhyming couplets..

Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: Count Your Blessings
Date Written: Monday, November 19, 2012

Finis


Details | Sonnet | |

Passage of Time

Hear the clock ticking? Just clicking away
The seconds and minutes, the hours; the time
Is always moving, the hours make days,
And will 'til the sun decides not to shine.

See the Earth moving? Always spinning round,
Marking the turning of seasons and years.
And yet all this movement makes not a sound;
The ageing Earth cries an ocean of tears.

Feel your heart beating? Loyally pumping
Rich crimson lifeblood throughout all your veins.
But later in life you will find time triumphing,
Your loyal heart ceasing despite what you've gained.

Time will corrupt and will bring forth decay;
Invest in a future that will not pass away.


Details | Ballade | |

The door to infinity

The door to infinity

If perceptions doors were cleansed
In each soul there would be
A different outlook on their lives
They’d see infinity
And then the world would be at peace
The wars could not occur
Cause love, sweet love would change the world
In each heart it would stir.

All troubles in this big wide world
Are caused by the fear of life
If one would look so deep within
There’d be an end to strife
For strife it all be caused by fear
That’s how it comes about
Yet when one sees just who they are
Then gone would be all doubt.

It merely takes a look within
For I have found this out
I see my life so clearly now
I know what I’m about
For I did take that look within
A good few years ago
And every day that passes by
My perception it does grow.

Written by Peter 14 December 2013 @ 1026hrs.


For Giorgio's Quotes contest. quote; If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is-Infinite.

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Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Roads I Can't Leave Behind

                           I stood on a stage where I assumed I couldn't be fixed...
                          I thought a broken heart was the end as my clock ticked...
                 Then the curtains were raised and I saw many that were the same...
                            Through words and frienships I could erase the blame...
                                  I wiped away reflections that haunted my walls...
                                    But I built up wisdom for the next time it falls...
                       Left with a heart made with undried tears and invisable cracks...
                                          But a stronger soul that stays intact...
                                        Strange as it may seem I need the pain...
                                      Because when all is well it keeps me sane...


Details | Personification | |

Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”


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Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


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LIFE'S UNDISCOVERED PASSION

LIFE'S UNDISCOVERED PASSION 

I reached up far to touch a star.
It only took a second.
I thought I heard a salient call 
alas it did not beckon.

While looking for an artful craft
and finding none; the time blew past
I looked toward the heaven's stars
for talents that could break these bars 

Like thickened paint on canvass fashion
Mixed with rich excitant passion 
From Starry Night to sheer delight
but never wrong and never right.

Should I envy those with deep affection
with skills that move in-synced direction
for passions born into their soul
to define their purpose-- take control.

Athletic prowess, artistic flavor, 
a builders trade, a science major,
musicians joy and mountaineer
for all of those we stop and cheer
and think if we could only be
but they are they and we are we.

Somewhere, somewhere deep inside
are struggles there we cannot hide
doubts and fears that suck the joy
from life's sweet gifts; a noxious ploy
of destiny failing in an attempt
to re-discover a lost lament.

CAK  12-2-2012

SYNOPISIS
Sometimes, I find myself lamenting
that I do not possess an 
exceptional skill or talent. It seems
many people find great joy from theirs.
It seems to gnaw at my being and
I grow sorrowful that somehow
I am missing something.


Details | Free verse | |

Tears In Heaven

Will there be tears in heaven

When I search for you and you're not there?

The blood of Jesus ran down the cross

But you say you don't care

You don't believe in someone who allows suffering here on earth

Yet, He endured much more pain, He died for us

Comprehending such love is impossible, until you invite Him into your heart

Stepping past where your eyes can't see, by faith is where you must start

Must my heart be forever broken and in heaven teardrops forever shed?

Because your heart was once broken and can't forgive and believe instead

©Donna Jones


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




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Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming

Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming! Just when it seems like I’ve faced my darkest night… And things in life, aren’t turning out right… This is about the time, when things are falling apart! And I began to feel a lot of stress in my heart! I run to Jesus! I know that he wants to help me! He’s always here! And promises to never leave me! He sees me, and speaks words of comfort, to follow! He reminds me, that he’ll take care of today and tomorrow! He lets me know that he won’t let go of my hand! Everything I’m going through… He understands! He turns back all of the problems that are overwhelming! And I see what things my life, are becoming! I have fellowship with Jesus! Like I never had before! He’s given to me peace and hope! And much more! I’m glad I have such a wonderful friend like this! His love and joy… I don’t want to miss! Thank you Jesus! For turning my life around! And for plating my life on a solid ground! You’re all I want! And all that I’ve needed! With you as my Lord! My life has been completed! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

A Moment

The day is oh so quiet.
The sun has not come up.
But I can see it peeking.
The world awaits it on its throne.
Everything is still.
No one is running about.
What a perfect time for poetry…
Before my brood is up.
Beautiful. Serene.
A cup of coffee near by.
A moment out of time.
Within this cocooned moment…
The world is all mine.


Details | Rondeau | |

WIRED NERVES BACKSTAGE

Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record
with trails of script on hand, sweat poured,
pale rose-in-waiting was I on moist page

Theater brimmed as crowds filled seats, agaped 
bright spotlights roamed, my eyes rehearsed the words;
thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record

Panting fast, I tucked wired nerves in head's cage,
that as curtains blew, this name was soon called
recalling to breathe, my flesh was in crazed rage.
Wait! "Clear dry throat; focus on scenes contoured",
Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage.

                            ,     ,,,,,,              ,,


*anxiety experienced before performing
the role of Medea on stage.

* Rondel form: consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains 
and a quintet,rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. 
The capital letters are repeats.
Posted under rondeau

                         

                  for Susan's Wait Contest
                  19 July 2012


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Favourite Dish

~~~The Dish Upon the Wall~~~

It stands upon the wall.
A scene with a horse drawn carriage.
I wonder about the people inside,
Are they newly joined in marriage?

It holds a place of honor
On a wall of white.
It shows a life in another time.
A clearly magical sight.

To me it's more than just a dish.
The plate is a work of art.
A gothic fantasy
That pulls right at my heart.

It takes me back in time
To days of castles and of kings.
That lovely dish is one of my
Most loved and treasured things.

The dish is old, so very old.
It's condition is pristine.
I picked it up at the antique shop
Because I liked the scene.




for David Williams "My Favourite Dish" contest
Francine Roberts   03/01/2011


Details | Acrostic | |

Not Good in a Bed but Fine up Against a Wall/ E.Roosevelt

O rigin, the beginning, the mostest, bestest, most beauteous
H ave you ever been so very full of the symbolic

M essage of the flower kingdom
Y ou just can’t stand to see, or smell, another

G od forsaken picker pushing
O range, red, white, pink
D andy, handy, trite ,

A nalog for the joy and pain;

D ripping from the plucked
A nd pieced heart of
M an and his foil woman.
N ever again will I accept a 

R ose as anything thing
O f consequence 
S ince even an
E vil heart can buy a rose.


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Our Mind Is The Devils Hiding Place

I asked my wife to stop living In a world that's just(me,me,me) So she could get a glimpse of a different world That she could never see For the first week or two it really seemed to take effect Then I began to notice something From that slight case of neglect One day her anger raged As if she was "hiding the devil inside" I guess there was no place left for him Inside of her to hide I reminded her of that attitude She was useing with a flare That was when she explode saying, "I don't F'ing care" My heart was pierced and my words Could no longer flow I was a passenger in the car So I had nowhere left to go The car went silent Not a single word was left to be said Though I sure had plenty words Bouncing around in my head Then she said "Why are we arguing? "I really hate fighting with you?" With a smile :o) I said "It's the devil" "And that's what he wants us to do!" As I sighed to release the anger That was brewing up inside I realized my heart was a sacred place Where the devil,just can't hide
Dannyboy Kearley:10-31-12


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom!

The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom.
This is a helpful key to enter his kingdom!

This encourages a reverence
for his holy name!
Having God’s wisdom, can spare us,
 so much shame!

God loves and cares for us! 
 And listens when we pray!
Through his son Jesus, 
his love has been displayed!

He’s given to us his word,
 as a way to remind us…
We may get lost…  
But God’s love will find us!

Having a Godly fear, will nourish the soul!
Having his wisdom will help
 make us whole!

Won’t you seek the Lord?
While he may be found?
He can pick you up, when you feel
 you’re losing ground!

Come one and all! 
 All of heaven does proclaim…
Anything you need… 
 You can find in Jesus’ name!

Please, dear lord, bring your
 presence and love!
And guide us with your wisdom
 and spirit from above!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

choice color

choice color, artist! the rainbow chose me...


Details | Blank verse | |

SideWalk

The pavement
A wonderment comes to mind of this naming of this stand on concrete;
slow paced concrete, hurry start, give me a chance for a chase type of concrete.
Who would chase me?
Who would chase me...
Maybe I should jolt down all these mouthing words in my mind.
 Takes out a pen and writes:
Maybe I should jolt down all these mouthing words in my mind.
So easy is the air
Let the wind form and past under my hands, so they may idle and try to grab
and when they catch nothing let them stay confused.
Only a second though
How easy the fool is senscory;
Eyes bewildered by light, will yell fear to the mind
and the mind would question the heart "What happened?"
and the heart would become nervous not knowing the answer,
trying so hard beating faster, not knowing that it has no such purpose.
Yet...if the pace to quick: HEARTATTACK
I know they're* are two words, but it felt more impactful together.
I know that they're should of been there* but we should learn to accept our failures.
For all we know what we learn is wrong.
Yet we demand so many to learn the same, 
when those so many are happy with their own teachings.
Why such a bother
Why such a bother?
Why bother.
The pavment
Back to it of course
When removed will the dirt beneath it be paved;
Will it be rich and black filled with creatures scattering from the sunlight;
running from a light and heat they fear, for they not know its touch.
If only they could embrace it.
I wonder if that is what the moth said to the butterfly...
Still wondering
At least there is pavement here, 'cause there are many roads without;
many with bright, dim, or no light.
And if you keep searching for an easy walk
you'll never have the run.


Details | Rhyme | |

SCARY MOMENTS

Pretty girl, a perfect home
I will never be alone 
but life's a bore

The American dream
it's not all it seems
not chasing anymore

I'm so restless inside
afraid I can't hide
a wondering heart

You touched my hand
and feelings began
love's spark

I can't be taken when I'm taken 
so I must say no
Upon further contemplation what if I'm really mistaken 
oh I need to know
I'm shaken and awakened, my defenses overtaken
I can't say no

You are a summer tease
know just how to please
dancing slow

Here in my embrace
inhibition erased
emotions grow

I can't be taken when I'm taken 
so I must say no
Upon further contemplation what if I'm really mistaken 
oh I need to know
I'm shaken and awakened, my defenses overtaken
I can't say no!

Oh, whoa..
like a baby in the water, like a lamb to the slaughter 
know it's death but here I go...

I can't be taken when I'm taken 
so I must say no
Upon further contemplation what if I'm really mistaken 
oh I need to know
I'm shaken and awakened, my defenses overtaken
I can't say no..
I can't say no..
oh, baby, I need you to say no..
Say No!

20 May 2014
For Shadow's Scary Moments Contest


Details | Couplet | |

Jesse Cold

Childish playful, maziness heart. . . . A loving touch of lovely art; Won't you see the sweetly trimm'd Everlasting heart been dimm'd? Lovely heart been tucked away Cutting edges, day by day Cov'ring the soul, so brightly lit. . . . With veiling that's so tightly fit But light pours out the lurid sea, Inside your heart shushed silently Hold on to fading gasps of love And all the sweet your heart dreams of


Details | Rhyme | |

YOUR LIFE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE EMPTY

As God guided my hand to write this poem with black ink.
With love and favor He gave me words to write this in a wink.
I’ve learned that an empty heart has no compassion;
But an empty heart gets no satisfaction.
Some of us see no meaning or purpose in life.
I think because we stressed with problems and strife.
Most people appear happy and confident.
But many people still try to fill up their own void with achievement.
Faith in the life of a person is that the word must become a living force within the 
soul of a man.
I put this in the poem hoping you can understand.
My mother always told me this, “that an empty heart doesn’t care,  
“And definitely that a empty heart has no love to share.”
I’m not selfish but I'm doing this for me.
So I can be free and just let be.
See a part of me knows what to do.
But another piece of me has no clue.
In my life I'm making my own path.
I've sat around for days and done the math.
Having faith and believing is the only thing that keeps me going,
So I just keep positive people and things around me that is what keep me moving.

Romans 3:19-20  Now we know that whatever the law says it speaks to those who 
are under the law, so that every mouth may be stopped, and the whole world may 
be held accountable to God. For by works of the law no human being will be justified 
in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin. 


Details | Couplet | |

Silence

There is a lot to be said about the spoken word,
But sometimes it takes silence to be heard…


Details | Narrative | |

Oh Happy Day

Oh Happy Day, when you were born.
For many years, my heart did mourn.
Childless I lived amid the throng.
Watching mothers rush children along.
Alone in a restaurant, twirling the ice –
Little girls with bows looking so nice
Brothers and sisters laughing out loud
While childless I sat amid the crowd.
Primary children would sing sweet songs.
Mothers would lovingly hum along.
Boys on the playground would tackle their dog.
I, like the old cliché, a bump on a log.
Watching, with my heart breaking.
Dreaming with memories aching.
I lost my first child before he was born.
Year after year, my mind was forlorn.
But then, it happened; you were on your way.
I prayerfully waited day by day.
Five and a half months within me growing.
Proudly knowing, greatly showing.
Then came six and I felt some relief.
Then, when you were born, you erased my grief.
I became a mother and not just a wife.
Your live birth, my child, 
Became the happiest day of my life.

© December 23, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Form: Narrative with rhyme


Details | Pantoum | |

Murky Future (Revised)

Could it be I’m using the wrong bait?
Perhaps what I need is more “a-lure”
To attract and win the perfect mate
My heart stays open, intentions pure

Perhaps what I need is more “a-lure”
I cast my line; only sharks biting
My heart stays open, intentions pure
Swarming in schools; all uninviting

I cast my line; only sharks are biting
Angel fish elude; clown fish giggle 
Swarming in schools; all uninviting
I try new bait; nary a nibble

Angel fish elude; clown fish giggle
Barracudas chase dream fish away
I try new bait; nary a nibble
Life swims past as my hair fades to gray

Barracudas chase dream fish away
Murky Water; the future’s unclear
Life swims past as my hair fades to gray
My pulse quickens as sunset draws near

Murky Water; the future's unclear
Would it require a full makeover?
My pulse quickens as sunset draws near
Life sets limits on our do-overs

Would it require a full makeover
To attract and win the perfect mate?
Life sets limits on our do-overs
Could it be I’m using the wrong bait?

For Jared’s contest: “The Pantoum”
*  Had to revise to adhere to this form.


Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


Details | Free verse | |

Noir Cygnus

One of two, not yet perfect
Angry for the intrusion
Envious of your insight
Never will see it again
I think you're brilliant
I finally did
I already knew
Afraid of the point of view
Wondered when you would make mine
I've seen what you've done


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


Details | Sonnet | |

My Shakespearean Sonnet

What Shakespeare didn’t write he left to me
In this, a brand new world and century
The English language lives and breathes, alive
A poet’s job is helping it survive

The Muses use us, soul and body, mind
To write of things that can not be defined
The subject matter always stays the same
It’s love and hate, it’s greed and fear and fame

New words evolve to name the things we see
But subject matter stays through history
Our hands the only instruments of worth
To help the Muses speak and then give birth

Their words are bridges crossing deep divides
That bring to man the peace that truth provides


Details | Free verse | |

ONLY WITH YOU

Your absence is my heartbreak
Without you, my life seems to 
spiral out of control.
I seek a path that can free me
to no avail
How can I let go if you continue
to live inside of me.

How am I to erase the memory of 
your embrace. The  delicate way
your hands caressed 
my skin, your breath upon my breath
the passionate kiss.

Dark hair wild flowing as if
thousands of dancing butterflies 
had landed on my chest.
 
I was yours, you to be mine
All those moments of longing and
quiet desperation lingering still.

I can not have you 
yet all my being is at stake;
and all I can 
do is continue to love you 
while my heart Silently breaks


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Missed it-One day at a time

One day at a time
With the delusion of anger,
falling from my eyes,
The veil of bitterness,
Torn from the one I despised,
My heart withers in my chest
The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame
That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name.
I cannot believe I’ve lived alongside you for so long
And missed the chorus of a lover’s  refrain.
We like strangers in the night
Ships passing by on a foggy sea,
Have rediscovered each other again,
Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting,
Forever changed by the crimson stain,
Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain.
One day at a time, we live for these moments,
One day at a time, is all we are given,
And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories
That we will share over a lifetime.


Details | Free verse | |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

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


Details | Free verse | |

Man's Reign Untoward

The things which make my blood rise
surge and boil, bringing a witches cauldron’s 
of hell fire, to the for…are not the natural things like sunrise
or the beauty of a pasture green, or golden
No, for me it is all, the daily injustices that men promote
as women implore…

Beauty soothes my heart and calms my ragged breath.
But, a man who thinks he’s better than another
bringing his ‘truth’ to bear, with the force of power,
stepping on the crowns of those, seen as lesser,
now that…causes blood to pink the whites of my eyes
as a woman, I explore..

In a universal culture where men hold sway
with swaggering strides and violent threats,
the smaller, finer, delicate things like diatoms*
in water are crushed, destroyed, forgotten, in the roil*
of war…

Man who must focus worship on themselves
denying the wet, warm, womb of the Mother,
men who mouth protection, as the reason for their gore,
men who would have more than their fair share 
and tout* dominion* as their just deserts*…
men such as these..these men, encourage war..
and return to us our dead children
wrapped in the flags of nationalism..
for with the self granted pride of man
they bring war..

Bring us back to the days before,
before we saw ourselves as separate
to the interlocked and laced days, 
when each form was blessed.
Let my heart ease, let my blood calm, 
take the taint of pride from me and mankind
and let each and everyone see the value
of peace through unity..

*untoward / causing misfortune *diatoms/ one-celled alga *roil /make somebody angry
*tout / praise somebody or something *dominion / ruling control
*deserts / something somebody deserves


Details | I do not know? | |

Blast From the Past

I was with you until I was ten, then the Lord came and took your hand;
Goodbye was hard to say, I was so young when you went away.
Time went on, abuse and pain, all my sunshine turned to rain;
My father's house was dark and cold, loneliness consumed my soul.

Then one day as I walked home, someone whispered, "your not alone!"
I stopped to look about, nothing there so I went on.
Once at my door, fear gripped my heart;
I could see my step-mom was drinking, there was a darkness, coming, creeping!

I hurried past her to my room, she followed me with doom and gloom;
then I saw what was in her hand, my heart sank like shifting sand!
She held a gun close to her side, there was a gleam of glee deep in her eyes;
she lifted it up to my head, my eyes on hers in deep concern,I collapsed upon my bed.

There was no sound, no light, no shout, but I could feel angels of God all about;
My heart it trembled deep inside, as my fear turned to courage, I could not hide.
I sat and faced death that day, and Jesus held me all the way;
Soon she dropped the gun back down, she couldn't do it, and without a sound;

she turned and crept away!
I was twelve years old that day!


Details | Personification | |

The words in my head

The words in my head are beautiful.
They are dancing cheek to cheek
with Southern legato or London staccato
with Chinese tunes and Xhosa clicks,
with native Dutch, straight from the heart. 

The words in my head are reluctant
to stand in line. They like
to dance and play. They like
to echo inside the skull, infinite
Ping-Pong straight from the heart.

The words in my head come alive,
naked at the stroke of a key.
Ribbons of  red and green show
who’s been good and who’s been bad.
Dots on the screen, straight from the heart.

The words in my head are ready
to face the world. I comb their hair
and clean their nose and wave goodbye
until they disappear around the bend.

One day they will be back, straight to the heart


Details | Ballad | |

Silent times

Silent times

Sometimes, I really do not care
About anything at all
My mind goes kind of quiet then
My mode is kind of cool
And all I really want to do
Is sit here looking in
Forgetting all the world outside
Forgetting all the din

There’s a time to send ones energy
And circle it around
But then there comes a sacred time
When the harmony is found
Waiting there within the dark
To hold one cozily
A time to be in her soft clutch
And bask there happily.

Then when the muse has been recharged
It’s time to wander back
And let the words come pouring out
Cause just along the track
The wind, the flowers and dancing trees
Have replaced the mystery
So now the words they may flow free
With much more energy.


Details | Free verse | |

HEART BEAT

When I pull away, you push

I’m silent, like a single finger to my blush lips

motioning “shush”

I feel like a caged tiger

craving freedom and lovers flesh

a prisoner of your personal horror

I must digress

I loose myself, into my mystical, magical, mind

to keep this empty agony, from burning into

each minute, of my lifetime

my body, feels frozen to your touch

your kisses, cannot melt my hatred

toward your soulless lust

I am strong from within, I cannot,

will not

let him win,

A real live porcelain doll I have

turned in

Two

lines forming a cross, hold my inner eye 

for the Lords love catches my tears as I cry

when your fists, strike my body

a bloody mess, you leave my lie

punishing me for your insecurities

and false lies

a chance to escape you, this dream

has me hypnotized

each day of mine, ends in silent sorrow

and begins, with prayer filled sighs

For love, does not beat you behind backs

and then smile in your eyes

using such smiles to disguise

to the outside, false facial expressions

keep things trill

I pray, for the strength one day,

to fight my prisoner back

perhaps kill


Details | Ballade | |

Those sweet little things

Those sweet little things

We’re sitting in the living room
The TV droning on
As I just sit there dreaming
Or write a little song
My lady she’s just sitting there
With a crossword or a game
An attentive look upon her face
It’s every night the same.

And yet, you know I worship it
All the time we spend together
One moment in her company
It could go on forever
All filled with peace and harmony
It’s the sweetest thing on Earth
Just sitting in that living room
It has, for me such worth.

Once I was a doubter
Of the very best things in life
My boredom caused much trouble
And gave me so much strife
But now I know it’s the little things
They’re what life’s all about
It took me such a long, long time
But now I’ve found this out.

23 July 2013 @ 1905hrs.


Details | Sonnet | |

To A Child Who Has A Disorder

Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from  you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.


Details | Rhyme | |

Bees Knees

You’re the bee’s knees between my knees.
Sweet as nectar, 
Tart like blood.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Shopping for sheep,
Shopping for mercy,
Shopping for me.

To the naked eye
You’re just fine
But to the naked touch
Your skins too rough.
Your eyes too beady. 
You’ve lost your touch.
The lone wolf in sheep’s clothing
Losing his meaning.  


Details | Ballade | |

I'm too busy being me

I’m too busy being me

I have been around my friends
For many a long year
I’ve had my share of mystery
I’ve had my share of fear
But all in all, I’d have to say
That life is beautiful
From where I stand here all alone
It’s all so very grand
But I don’t ever try to understand.

I’ve not much curiosity
I’m too busy being me
I do not try to understand
The way that others be
Cause they be they, and I be me
And that’s all very cool
They have the right to be themselves
And I have my own rules
But in the end it’s all so beautiful.

A simple rose, the sky at night
The moon and Sun at sea
I love it all, my life is sweet
All filled with mystery
 And all I ever want is to be me.

I’m growing old, my time draws near
And I have this to say
That life with all it’s mystery
And all it’s crazy ways
Has taught me, oh so many things
And gave such gifts to me
And I do thank life heartily
For all the things I be
And I’m so glad that fate did make me, me.


Details | Blank verse | |

Losing Sight

Why was I given these eyes that hide 
Behind this clumsy heart-
Hands and knees forever searching 
For an honest soul?
It feels as though we're wringing water
From a dusty rag.
It feels as though we're submerged in longing 
Ever drowning in our thirst.

Why was I given these eyes that grope
For another’s warmth,
When love is fired through a gun,
Or taken from a calloused hand;
Sight has cursed my heart to see
The naked spent to dust.

Blindness,
Kiss me with your tasteless lips and I will see no more.
I will not see their tears through mine,
I will not see their laughter;
I will not see their careless words,
Looking dumbly after.
I will not see their hateful glares that only’ve seen hateful eyes.
I will not see their broken ears that never hear my broken cries;
They’ll all be black to me.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/11/2013


Details | Sonnet | |

To Erase or Not to Erase?

Perchance, if I could parts of life erase,
by careful choice select the times to keep,
I’d treasure love’s long walks on sunny days,
and cast aside the shade where I did weep
upon the morn you closed your eyes to mine,
forsaking me to chase a wanton breeze;
negate the lapse between my heart and thine,
to hold the nights we lay entwined with ease.

If this eraser I should choose to wield,
to moor thy heart and gently clip thy wing,
I ask, in time, would wretched fate be sealed,
as I, unmeant, forbade thy soul to sing?

Speak fondly to me from thy heart’s refrain,
that I may know my love was ne’er in vain.


*** for 'Rub it Out' contest


Details | Rhyme | |

YOUR OWN LOVE- Constanza

Let dreams unfold, wishes take wings, Your first love affair starts with you, Embrace yourself, hear soul's voice, true! Precious pearls of joy, morrow brings. Adorn these promising treasures As you effuse glowing pleasures. Music of life sounds its sweet rings, Hold that golden bell in own hands, Feel caress of love's silken strands. Bless you, heavenly angel sings. Wafting through clouds, smooth starry flights, Slide down the rainbow, soak in sights. Brim your heart with faith, thoughts be things. Chalk out on sky, all you cherish, Universe reads, dreams won't perish! Let dreams unfold, wishes take wings, Precious pearls of joy, morrow brings. Music of life sounds its sweet rings, Bless you, heavenly angel sings. Brim your heart with faith, thoughts be things. 29/08/2012


Details | Narrative | |

A Word From Gonzo

Atlantic city had been a haze of slot machines and watred down drinks and loud nightclubs
that often  remendedme what disney land  could have been ifthatdam mouse wasntallowed 
to take over.

Never trust a talking rat.
 I had to go through a hellof a divorce because of it.
Good thing her brother was a lawyer cause  I might have
actully had something left oh well things are overrated like indoor living.
it's hell gettinga good internet connection in a tent.


But enough  time traveling  i had more important issues at hand
like my return and some unpaid parking tickets and that whole 
court case nonsense your place of business  burns down for the fifth time
and people all wanna  get uptight  hey i preffer to moron my lose 
in a casino they said i shoudnt be alone so  im just taking doctors orders.


But i had a deadline and it was almost happy hour the library was gonna be packed.
The subject   true art and  cenorship.
The world around us is totatl chaos so how could you restrict how people expressed 
themselfs.

Heaven forbid little tommy reads a bad word 
while him and and his best friend huff paint  
dear jesus man and i hope they dont play a violent video game.
Sure susan  go  have random sex with guys of fthe internet 
but dont read no cuss word on a poetry wed site 
you just might drop dead where you stand.

Its kinda like running a asylum and pretending that everyone there
isnt totally nuts.
No sir lets ignore the real world cause lord knows people 
cant filp on the tv   and see murder rape fires and war ya gotta 
love kids programing.

You cant restrict art for if it"s all the same cookie cutter stuff.
Then is it truley art or just a pretty dellusion.
Ignore the world and it'll run you over.

Life good bad  traggic is ment to be shared 
the secrets of the soul can rattle in that closet till 
madness breaks that perfect image we put.
but what I know.

Never restrict your mind for you will sufficate the soul.
stay proud and crazy forever 
Dr Gonzo


Details | Romanticism | |

To Be Apart

Her smile always greets me
As I close my eyes each night
The love in her voice is comforting
With passion, she's burning so bright

A sparkle in her eyes
And a fire in her heart
Let's spend together our lives
Couldn't stand To Be Apart

To Be Apart would destroy me 
Reduce me to the tears
Without her right beside me
All throughout the years

I don't know what I'd do
If I ever had to restart
And oh how much I'd lose
If we were To Be Apart

The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen
With every desirable too
She was everything to me
When we're apart, oh what will I do?


Details | Rhyme | |

I Found Peace

Ironically, the "peace" you seek I sought too Only not in a dream This is the reality I choose Here, there are no "daiquiris" Or "dancing" No loveless romancing No more chasing chances Hoping that love enhances In a heart that's bare One that shows  No compassion, No care And especially when it counts Never being there With words of love I never hear My peace has No expectations of tomorrow Waking with sorrows Created by torturous choices Ignorantly ignoring inner intuition, Inner voices My peace won't allow my heart to lead While my mind grieves Or let my body's desires  Make me weak In the search for unattainable love I seek In my reality I'm happy I have found peace... Lay


Details | Couplet | |

Jumpstart - collaboration with Poet Destroyer

How did it come to this?
You and me down memory bliss…

Somewhere in between losing myself …
I misplaced the dust remover off my shelf…

Now I’ll march on, like a cheerful parade…
Smiling my big pearly whites, as you begin to fade...

I disguised the use, when you called me a broken down car…
Adjusting all the plugs under my hood, I reached in too far...

I touched and fondled every mound and tendency inside of me…
All my heart needed, was a brand new battery…

I found my own cure, reviving my broken heart disease…
Blocking the sunburn from jumping, on my heart, like a trapeze…

I got rocks stored in my pocket, that came with a guarantee…  
Sustaining weight on my weakened knees, reassuring me warranty…

That I will get through this, without you to drive…
I have a map of the world, traced on my thighs…

You may have held the moon, but not anymore…
There are millions of galaxies for me to explore … 

Once I face the dark and horrible truth…
That I didn’t like who I was, with you… 

That’s why I shouldn’t be starving, for your attention…
When all you gave me, were paltry inventions…

Instead I’ll wave bye, at my shriveled heart’s cost…
And immediately stop sniffing, our love’s exhaust…

In time you’ll be nothing but a tumbleweed …
A random thought I won’t even keep…

When I’m fully restored, you’ll be left in the dust…
And I’ll be stronger than I ever was


Details | Free verse | |

Picasso's Last Thoughts

Beyond midnight, blades of moonlight cut the room

as sips of sangria scissor sobriety,

and life begins to recede, dissolving like watercolour,

as stars pour liquid light into this crystal chateau.


Who could forget a life such as mine?

I sculpted my memories, crafting cubist thoughts,

and each road travelled, each wrong turn taken,

blurred the liquid lines and melded, moulding my art.


Small hours paint me midnight blue tranquil,

stilling the sudden stutter of my surreal heart,

though morning's jaundiced light will etch me -

a still life, sketched in bile-yellow.


Details | Free verse | |

Feelings Extinguished

This pain you live in 
Is unmistakably so real 
This torture you’re prone too 
It kills me too 
With every breathe you choke in 
My heart pulses “No” 
With every weakened bone
I shout, toss, and spin 
But although that 
You speak to me 
With words, weary words, and gentle care 
You speak of feelings you have 
Kept Hidden for me 
And I stop the screaming, the tossing, the breaking, the beating
I freeze 
My sense of denial, of fear, pushes me back 
But the other senses
The sense of conscience, of affection, of claim
Claiming to own a good heart 
Claiming to know what to say 
Claiming to know what to do 
Assuming knowing where this goes 
But those feelings, those vulnerable sensations 
End up killing the people they own 
Too great is not to be greater 
But to be destroyed when becoming greatest 
Regardless of the destruction those feelings are submitted into 
They thrive to appear, to break surface 
Will they turn into something beautiful? 
Something alive and wistful
Or will they self-destruct because of other feelings? 
Will they vanish into ample emptiness? 
A squander of fire to be extinguished 
These senses consume me, slay me silently 
And time, seconds tick swiftly 
Until I am bound to eternal silence 
And unutterable misery 
In a cage of impassive breathing 
They drug me into. 



Details | Free verse | |

'These Broken Bones'

somehow these broken bones will mend no scar in sight all covered up this heart of mine withstand no notice on its mending time it happens in between reproduction all the time somehow these broken bones has mastered the art to set and reset to mend without instructions must be a glorious feet I’ve lost my heart and fell in love sometimes my heart would take a beating whilst in between those broken bones it found the power to resus these broken bones no longer broken…


Details | Rhyme | |

I REMEMBER WHEN

I remember when
I saw your first smile
10 years ago tonight 
Girl, it's been awhile

It's seems like yesterday
The world turned right
And time stood still 
When stars took flight

A perfect moonlit sky
It had a lover's feel
Come over by you
Yes.. I think I will

I introduced myself
You spoke.. I knew
Chemistry's genesis
One came from two!

Science can't explain
Nothing's like this
Math can't calculate
Love's pure bliss

Like the poet's pen
From nothing can create
A masterpiece in time
Works of art appreciate

Walk over to your table
It's been 10 years sublime
Your smile still the reason
You're my breath.. my rhyme

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: Any Poem # 30
Date: 4-30-14


Details | Cinquain | |

There No Rest

There No Rest


I can't hear you
I can't see you
I must be losing my mind


Our sanity is losing it pace
Shall this trio fall into madness
Let us fall for we shall never break

Must we see day as or time to rest
Must we see night as or time to play
Where going feel every second painfully

I touch your head
I touch you lips
I touch you chin

I release you
I trap you
I watch you

Sleep
Awake
Meditation

I give you birth
I take your life
I give you peace
 

Let sleep
Let lay our heads
At least we know 

We are protected


Details | Free verse | |

Peace in Me

I was betrayed by one closest to me.
He put me down,
ridiculed the darkest secret in me.
Tears stained my face,
my heart broke so deep,
but there is this peace lingering in me.
Life is coming on hard,
work is eating at me,
school is making me tired,
I feel these things all weighing me down,
but there is this peace comforting me.
My past tries to keep me in a bind,
my mind keeps working hard to block out the lies,
my heart slowly seeps into a deep sleep,
but I still feel this peace covering me.
Something so intense,
through all the pain it still persists,
it carries me through this thing we call humanity,
and with all this -
I know there is one true God that exists,
who gives peace to me...


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Lyric | |

THE PEN KNOWS

This pen knows my heart
So when words fail me still
The pen can express
The pain or the thrill
The important thing is
To know the truth inside
So for you my love
The pen never hides..

Date: 9-16-14


Details | Quatrain | |

wasted my time

No curse words allowed
are you confused, lost, ignorant
you are no artist, you have shunned art
and its true purpose
what is art? but an expression
the low and vile are the most potent
Did you forget, Emerson The Poet
He would call you "selfish and sensual"
"an umpire of taste"
"proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty"
in a world of suffering, of loss
Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park
you, in your confusion, hide in the dark
hide any truths of pain and suffering
and by doing so you have lost your soul
You are only half a person
art is an expression of life and its hidden
what is in a word? something to hide from?
something to fear? to censor? to fight?
are you that ashamed of language?
honesty? expressions of shame?
You are no poet, no artist
you are no immortal, 
of course you are so cowardly and weak
you will hide from me, censor me,
avoid the truth, lie to the world
if you cant stomach a curse word
then you cant handle me 
any immortal would crush you
and leave you wounded
truly contemplating your life
breaking you open, forcing you alive
then, maybe then, you will have an emotion,
worthy of expression into art. 
but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt
You may just use a curse word


Details | Free verse | |

The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.


Details | Free verse | |

Jesus, Please Take Over Me

You've fallen down again;
How can you let darkness win?
You just scraped your knee,
You didn't break your leg.
It will all be okay;
I will give you strength.
Brush it off, my child;
Come and take my hand.
Let me help you up again;
You will be okay.
I have always been with you,
And I always will be.
I am by your side,
But this time,
Will you allow me to take the lead?


Details | Rhyme | |

~Yours Truly~

A piece of gold, Rarely found
A kiss, so sweet, It melts a frown

A smile, That lights up a darkened room
A touch, That melts one heart in two

Compassion, and delicate
Brave, and fierce

Unfounded beauty,
Full figured woman appears

Swollen cheeks, Busty hips
Big brown eyes, Soft sable lips

Luscious hair, Draped down my neck
Cushy earlobes, For you to peck

A heart so ready to love indeed 
With so many wonders and possibilities

There is something so great , Deep in my soul
Something so passionate, Delicate and bold

A gift, That keeps on giving
A silent ear, To voice your fears

An embrace, So great, It washes away
The troubles, of tomorrow, and yesterday,

Glossy eyes, That capture your soul
Intimacy and compassion untold 

You'll never be lost, Or pushed astray,
For I am the peace , To protect you at bay

If given a chance, To fulfill all your needs
Committed to you, Is what I will be

For I am the door and you are the key
And you've just discovered ~ALL OF Me








Details | Rhyme | |

The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Runner

If ever a frailty should be rued,
then my emotional resistance of
those who hold my affection dearest
to them, is the sin that equates my soul
with the essence of a Hitler, and condemns
my name to the highest degree of infamy,
While my heart longs to be understood, my
fear of abandonment dictates my legs to gain
distance as each loving gesture is offered in
repetition, Persistently they reach, only to be
disregarded, and embody me within my shame,

Friends and family alike, endure the coldness
of my introverted haven, staring into my eyes
in hopes of disconfirming the projected emptiness
that flows from actions, words, or lack of both,
As they hurt from me, I scream for them in silence,
A deafening continuous stream of soundlessness,
that elevates my withheld pain from ache to harrowing,
Yet they can only assume the contents of this confession,
For my words go directly from mind to paper, and 
never see the eyes of those who need to know this tenderness,

To express such powerful statements and risk the familiar
sting of neglect or abandonment once more, is a fear that
surpasses every shameful tear, haunting my thoughts as
a reminder that lives on insomnia, thus I remain devoted 
to a faithful vow of solidarity that keeps me sane and sheltered,
Moving at a constant pace, racing against my own fright, holding
every term or phrase of endearment within, and running from a
past that will not be relived by my decree, Alas, with mortal lungs,
 mechanical legs, and a heart that lies somewhere between the two, 
I run,
for and from, 
the feeling I desire most....


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Mistaken Emotions

Never mistake kindness for love
It can be totally selfish
Life for humans not simple dove
Like man who sees a walking dish
It is not love_not from above

Most of what humans want_desire
Is from a heart of self aflame
Selfish motivations transpire
Somehow we ourselves can not tame
Unless in heart Agape love came


Details | Rhyme | |

Joy



Faith exists in the mind, as human thought
with use of written word, this can be taught

Joy finds it's sanctuary, within every heart
The fleeting control of this, we have no part

It's source can't be held or bought or sold
this bliss can be evoked by young and old

humans label things they don't understand
as I had done, till I felt real pain in his hand

I felt love, hope and joy torn from my heart
life is beyond human control, he did impart

I give my present, future and immortal soul
the path to his wisdom, is under his control

It's delight, seen in the present here on earth
It's now not past or future, you will feel mirth

My heart felt the loss of love, hope and joy
This Idea of being in control, he did destroy

only in complete release, could I find his joy
its blissfulness is within the heart of this boy

No feeling, belief, or ideas, to lose or employ
It's in tears, smiles of women, man, girl or boy

I didn't loose my joy, I had really lost myself
My heart filled with hate, a sinner in oneself

A hard lesson for humans, yet all must learn
On a path, no control,  it's heaven we all yearn


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Rhyme | |

The darkness returns to gray your once blue sky

The sky opens and rains your tears
Your heart is broken from all your fears
Your mind is clouded and there is no sun
You ponder perfection but I’m not the one

You search your soul to write your life’s story
But you cannot find the words as you sit and worry
A flash of love inspiration blinds your spiritual eye
But the darkness returns to gray your once blue sky

Pictures of hope adorn your world’s dreary scene
The white future is now all but a shattered black dream
You swim in the ocean of black sadness and pain
Clinging to the normality of being insane

You search your soul to write your life’s story
But you cannot find the words as you sit and worry
A flash of love inspiration blinds your spiritual eye
But the darkness returns to gray your once blue sky

An umbrella of lies covers your once true head
You wander from the path and with others often misled
You contemplate the journey you hold in your hand
Your heart and life are your own and only yours to command

You search your soul to write your life’s story
But you cannot find the words as you sit and worry
A flash of love inspiration blinds your spiritual eye
But the darkness returns to gray your once blue sky




Details | Narrative | |

The clock is ticking

Ticks, tick I listen to the time go
An hourglass I watch the sand flow
Tick, tock I see the time upon the clock
I feel lost, wandered out from the flock.

My eyes view all that I’ve been through
The journey always brings me back to you
I can’t seem to focus and the time just flies
Another day passes and something just dies.

My heart feels passion, the clock keeps on spinning
I cannot see if I am losing or winning
I try to stand but can’t find my feet
I see pieces of myself in the people I meet.

My mind is racing to keep pace with time
I try to gather all the pieces that are mine
My life seems scattered across the floor
I need to escape so I head out the door.

The sun has returned and shines down on me
Its’ rays warm my soul, its’ light I can see
The world I once knew has all but disappeared
When I closed my eyes this is what I feared.

I walk down the street but it’s like I’m not there
I feel like a ghost on a journey to nowhere
I just wander around and the time still goes
My heart feels confused but my mind knows.

I try to find something to make some sense of it all
But sometimes the descent is worse than the fall
A cool breeze blows it seems summer is gone
The leaves will be changing before too long.

The time just keeps ticking another day ends
The hands on the clock it is time they defend
When I thought I had time it slipped away
Time did not have time for me today…


Details | Ballade | |

Let it come naturally

Let it come naturally

I read a note the other day
That told me what to do
She said that If I write for her
But write it somehow brand new
Change the way you write it
Bring arrangement to the fore
She rattled out a million rules
That me, did really bore

And then she said ‘come through the soul
That’s how it’s supposed to be’
But then rereading what was wrote
It kind of puzzled me
My stuff it always comes through soul
That’s the only way I write
But when I try to change my style
The poems don’t shine so bright.

For patterns they come from the mind
They don’t come through the soul
So when I write my good words down
I find it all so dull
Cause words ain’t words until they flow
And how can that be done
When mind is busy trying to wreck
A song once it’s begun.

6 August 2013 @ 1300hrs.


Details | Acrostic | |

CIGGYS DAY OUT

Ciggy’s day out this is just another normal walk but where shall I go to the haberdashery or to the local library on this wonderful February day. I think I will start at the library and look for a book on an auto harp or maybe a book about a calliope. So I can use them in my collaboration latter today. I am a little thirsty I think I will get a soda in an aluminum can of course with no algae. Now back to my condominium I will go cuz it’s time to start my live web show.


Details | Free verse | |

It Isn't Arcadia but It's Darker Than Hell

This is where death is the child and I it's Laborious hand holder

Jagged night, lean souls
blackened sight in the martyr moon
crooning crows and brazen ravens tear the skies through

Crooked grins and demon walkers make the evil hallow
and the meek surrender

Beads of fear saunter a stream's pace down my tired countenance
The weary die. Her voice bleeds a susurrus...
"Doth thou arrest my poison...my heart...my love"
I only reply true "May I arrest the blade of my weary foe before I arrest thy poison kiss"

There is a place where the mad prophets speak
Where god speaks confused tongue
Where Babylon is anew

This is where death is the child and I it's laborious Hand-Holder


-Kalonji A. Davis
2/18/2010


Details | Free verse | |

Lunania

Land of wave-like verse
churning love into a 
gum-like consistency
tasting of nicotine and nectar. 
Steeped in tears and magic
Metaphor for silver or nubility
immortality and abundance
Hiding your yawning emptiness
Behind ballads and psychosis
Airless craters turn to 
allegories for love
consumed or unrequited
Lost or gained suddenly
like a surprised sliver of a plum
inside a boarding house Sunday cake 
And a certain cliché for
timeless allure.


Details | Ballad | |

Hera and Hephaistos

.Hera and Hephaistos.

Zeus and hera, King and Queen
Over all the Gods that ruled
In a fit of passion, one fine day
Made child, yet life was cruel
Hephaistos was an ugly child
All twisted out of shape
He walked just like a drunken man
Fun of him they‘d make.

The Goddess Hera felt a shame
In having such a child
She looked at all his ugliness
Her mind going all wild
She threw him from the mountain top
Into the deep blue sea
Yet Thetis took him down with her
For nine years there was he.

A gifted one he did become
A craftsman of renown
Forging artefacts of beauty
For the sea nymphs there to own
His anger at his Mother Hera
Was understandable
So he did work out his revenge
His plan was very cool.

He made a golden throne of beauty
And sent it to the Goddess
Who loved it, so did sit upon it
Yet though she tried her best
She could not get up from that throne
As it gripped her tightly there
She looked for someone to release her
Couldn’t find one anywhere.

They sought Hephaistros everywhere
To free his Goddess mother
And when they caught him he refused
He looked at one, the other
And told them I want Aphrodite
To be my blessed bride
Then peace made with his Goddess mother
One day he took her side.

This day when Zeus was beating her
His mother Goddess Hera
Hephaistros at his own peril
He did stick up for her
Zeus, he seized him by the foot 
And flung him from the heavens
Yet soon the two made peace again
And then peace it did reign.

The moral of this story folk
Is to tell you with respect
That your children are not there
Your glory to reflect
A child must seek his own glory
Not try to live for you
So listen to this story folk
And hear it’s wisdom true.


Details | Ballad | |

For the love of you

If only I could make you see
that you mean so much more to me,
a priceless gift, wrapped in a smile,
the dream that makes my day worthwhile,
undoubted proof there is a God,
the joy that not all hope is gone.
To me you are that piece of mind,
that gives the world such sweet reply
that although love is sometimes lost,
its remnants left will never die-

How more could I express my love
for words are but the breath in me
what more can I, a man still do
except to give what's left of me . . .
for lips can flatter all too well
and sing the praise of many things
but you are in a different class
to you . . . . . I give my everything!

If ever I do fail to prove
my strong and constant love for you
then never have I lived a day
or ever took a breath anew.


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A Friend With Consequences

I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.


Details | Narrative | |

Letter to taeljejohn

uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me.

A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this corporeal human male), forecast that an about face (booked on charges inherent in this googly eyed, earth-linked, kool hotmail of a yahoo) would be un liked!

Juno what i mean? 

In retrospect, no matter that this average boyish chap desires enjoyment, he admits that ordinary punctuating various stages of development difficulty coping found him msn (miss sin, missin, missing, et cetera) on ordinary interpersonal experiences!

No matter yours truly usually finds me each morning, noon or night conjuring up maximizing temporary residence on this planet earth versus bemoaning those futile and essentially counterproductive mind games sans could a, might a, should a, would a...

today = the moment to cherish, enjoy, help others, ponder the remaining years
since fruitless to expend tears
for suppressed emotional, financial, grammatical, hormonal, physical, and spiritual angst
 that roiled mine inner sanctum - mainly from decades in the past
   which unseen scars with humor this fellow (who by the way likes you) wears!

Notice the sly inclusion of my comment per -- affinity, desirability, rhapsody for you
although just but a mere inkling prevails about an ye taelje john thru
a rather contrived manner - albeit an online adult oriented website - amongst a slew
which yields to this bipedal hominid a scant few
initial responses - as if a ghost app paired in the recipient email - going boo
which unwittingly seems to turn the ivy blue!

So...no matter a constancy of follow-up electronic communiques occurs from ye
bringing tears of joy, that nobody can see
while simultaneously delivering digital glee
a reality check restrains proclivity and predilection to let thoughts run wild and free!

Immense and immeasurable mounts in moi little rock
inducing an electric arc for myself to kin neck embedded in all this schlock
for a sixth sense arises that this holme body strongly suspects yar self 
 to generate sunny watts as an s spy she lee Sherlock

but, reticence to gush with ebullience reins in a cascade
of utter delight washing o'er this less than satisfactory mwm 
 who as a boy and youth happened to b a frayed
of his own shadow - while walking along the boulevard of broken dreams
 listening to the sounds of silence on a green-day.

Thus => the following from one 

Cerebral being ™ in the am and pm
 
This ordinary human
Finds himself a mystery
Within the terrestrial
Firmament and frequently
Feels in a feverish pitch
At his existence
That seers the temple
Mounted upon this slender
Frame - wrought by the
Combination of genetics
In tandem with exercise
Which latter helps to
Sublimate the coiled 
Tension wound tightly 
Like an indestructible spring 
Without a healthy medium at large 
To channel emotions fraught within
Me might find demise
That would rent asunder literate fellow 
And thus annihilate without a trace
One true valued father of two us special
Lovely lasses as just another statistic among 
The obituaries!
 
As the world turns (indiscriminately oblivious of the harrowing days per one simian), an agreeable, amiable, edible, immeasurable, likeable, pleasurable, sensible woman (such as yourself - predicated on a gut level intuition) goads more seriousness to share

Plaintive unheard heart strings o mine that wail
Displeased with this marriage fraught with travail
As if in a maelstrom whip-lashed vessel without a sail
Yet - averse to lambaste or rail
Against abby (whereby we pass like two ships in the night) who married this male
When each of us happened to seem more similar 
   And thought each ourselves to fail
At any endeavor, though now confidence 
   Buoys my heart while she doth ail

And exemplifies attitudes, beliefs, efforts, 
   Idiosyncrasies, pathos that life does rot
Ill suited to Matthew Scott, 
   Whose bon vivant manifesting faith in him
   Perhaps from herself deferring many domestic 
   And child rearing tasks not
Of course being boasting - even when scissoring the umbilical cord
   As a now beaming papa, whose daughters 
   Blithely ignore "mother" a lot
Thus necessitating this quest 
   For a counterpart to offer succor 
   To eden (age 16) and shana (14 on february 4th, 2013) 
   Yet accepts that i must dispel any dreamy fantasy even this ours - a mere jot
At this juncture knowing full well how unwise to set myself up for disappointment
   By thinking and rushing like a fool, 
   Where angels fear to tread
   Though "chutzpah" i got!

U r slowly filling my mindscape with joy
Thank you so much - for accepting without complaint how atypically words this writer wannabe 
   Named Matthew Scott Harris dozen ploy.



Details | Free verse | |

You're In My Laundry Room ;)

You quote a man not known but known to everyone when speaking to me
You still are my favorite one to dream about

I choose my words carefully when talking to you
Constructed forums for self doubt surround my delusional landscape
So do consider this an ode to you and your false perfection

I climb all the ladders in reverse when trying to reach you
O'er freezing waters and under painful thoughts
Around you is agnostic heaven

You are a graceful angel and i am your charmless flipper baby tourette baring sappy tap
danced party joke :/

smile...i like it


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Binds, Selfishness Confines

Alone in my world of solitude, admitting this feeling of mine
my desire to let go and cry, is nothing short of benign
nothing I think to do can elevate, sensing my emptiness to blame
my pain and anguish intimidates, bringing with it this shame

These words I hope to relate, might bring me a respite and chance to feel
maybe I just need assistance, finding a successful way to heal
regardless of the reason, for me truth must still hold true
I can't take this pain much longer, or I don't know just what I'll do

Extending my hand to you my friend, advice is what I really seek
finding an answer to my dilemma, this situation is very bleak
help me to confront that internal pain, in you I dare place my trust
refusing to believe or to give in to despair, I know this I must

My unseen tears, like a falling feather the wind shall carry away
how much did I hope my heart of flesh, would somehow turn into clay
you see my friend how to contend, with a heart weighing me down
trying to solve this anguish I have, in sadness causing me to drown

All my life this world to me, only black and white will I ever be able to see 
there is truth and there is untruth, in my eyes that's how it could ever be
this world of gray is not worth much, another way for the selfish to gain
manipulating the truth to benefit themselves, while causing others our pain

living in our world full of desires, with temptations how to tow that straight line
confronted with selfishness and personal gain, thoughts causing my heart to pine
rising to the occasion and choosing wisely, more than this you just cannot do 
but if the alternative is to compete with the selfish, run to avoid them like the flu 

Comforted I am with these words I learned, quoted in the name of someone great
Rabbi Eliyahu Dessler was his name, and in his wisdom did I truly find my fate
"you can give without loving, but you can't love without giving", is what he would sometimes 
relate
so if this path of selfishness is what you choose to follow, your true love will never await


Details | Lyric | |

On The Outside, Looking In - Co-Write

*Sandra and I decided to write a song.  It's always a pleasure writing with her.

On the Outside, Looking In There once was a time when my yesterdays were full of joy feeling alive with love when I had my family near I shared the dreams and expectations of every girl and boy today I think of those days and fight back the tears the streets I walk are unchanged but no longer the same around me, the world I knew has spun out of control I question all that I know, do I belong in this game when what's shown to me is starting to take its toll (Chorus) Don't know how I ended up outside, looking in the window of this soul has clouded, I know left my heart at a standstill, losing its will at the end of this road, where now do I go? tell me, when I'm on the outside, looking in With each breath and step, I feel out of place each second feeling like a crime for which I pay a little more I slip away with each tomorrow I face the dreams I've had, have long since faded away (Chorus) So many roads still lay before me as I roam (give me a sign at the end of days light) but now I'm lost without a sense of direction (I'm feeling empty and cold tonight) Loved ones have passed; there's no place to call home (show me a way through the night) caught in a world consumed by an apathetic affliction (someone say it's going to be alright, be alright) (Chorus) Don't know how I ended up outside, looking in the window of this soul has clouded, I know left my heart at a standstill, losing its will at the end of this road, where now do I go? tell me, when I'm on the outside, looking in don't want to be on the outside, looking in....
*Not for any contest


Details | Free verse | |

An Edward Hopper Moment

An Edward Hopper moment
finds her sitting there,
half in sunlight,
her legs, the best part
of an ordinary anatomy,
waving seductively,
like some submarine
predatory plant,
while the rest of her,
disguised by the late
afternoon shadows,
appears to read,
but shares the same hopes
as the legs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Overcome

I picked up a penny face-down,
But I don't believe in luck.
Everything happens for a reason;
God's mercy frees the stuck.
Redeem me, Heavenly Father;
Please, I know the wrong I've done.
Thank You for dying for me;
My sins You have overcome!


Details | Free verse | |

'the blank canvas'


the canvas staring back at me
  still blank 
my heart is empty 
so is my mind
tears no longer have a home 

thoughts
emotion
fears
are gone 

the day turned a brighter 
shade of grey 
or is it pale?? 

I feel less than I did
yesterday 
who knows? 

maybe tomorrow 
the canvas will 
have a zigzag line --

I am still here
just not flying yet
 - a wounded heart 
that's on the mend

I’ll take my time, 
it will be worth it in the end...

250920111550


Details | Rhyme | |

Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


Details | Free verse | |

Look at me

Look at ME!
I hold your gaze for untold amounts of time,
When others try to talk with you,
I’m so important,
That sometimes you won’t even look away from me,
When you see me, I am a window into the world,
A message from afar, limitless information,
I mesmerize you with my brightness and color,
Other things arent as important to you,
Other things need your affection,
But this bond we have is so strong, I have your attention most the time,
The world goes on around you but you hardly even notice,
Because to notice would reveal an absence 
An absence of romance, adventure and life,
I feel so special, if only I could feel,
I can tell you love me, but I can not love you back, for
I am, your smart phone, cell phone, I pad and computer,
look at me, look at me, look at me.


Details | Blank verse | |

Creative Hunger: Pacified.

You are my split nail.
Ragged.
I catch you on every pair of stockings that I wear.
You snag my lip a thousand times a day,
subconsciously drawing blood.
I should spare the time to trim your edges,
to calm your pleadings, to dull your voice,
and yet...
you are my sharpened edge,
my heightened response, my after-all~
(and here I thought you were my paper quill
flowing ink to swirling black in stone scented liquid on feathered paper air... 
absorb absorb
ah, absorb me...)
but hope upon hope comes to naught tonight
as you are but a fortune of pain
on the verge of exposé,
and I simply,
unequivocally,
have no time for you.


Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


Details | Couplet | |

The Empath

“The Empath”

Fighting the darkness such a futile desire
It was I that once asked that my heart might inspire
Wanting destiny altered..refusing to see
Deluding oneself leads to vast misery
I asked understanding the deep mysteries of time
I have touched divine purpose and all things sublime
So why still do I ask for more answers within?
I must take up my cross that true life might begin
One day darkness, he answered…you’re forever alone,
You are the empath..you can never go home.
Why do you wonder if you’re cursed and or blessed?
You know all things beautiful but never can rest
To see love so clearly feel her beauty unfold
You must wander as home sick and give what you know
Your heart is the treasure you’ve paid with you life
The currency abandonment, betrayal and strife
Not for self have you paid, for true love cannot take
To know what you asked ones heart bleeds, it must break
Though forever concealed, it had to be true 
Still you have made all the choices it was all up to you.

Lawrence Schrank
APOM


Details | Rhyme | |

'I' for IDENTITY

Way the world treats,
Makes me walk lonely in the streets,
thoughts rise and heart beats;
'What is my Identity?', thought continuously repeats;
Is it my eyes, talent or deeds??

When I was a child,
always I smiled,
meaning of 'Identity' in my brain, not compiled;
that time world made comments but were mild,
but never knew that the world was materialistic and wild........

In primary school,
I used to be a fool,
just pretended to be cool,
wanted to rule,
That time first I required my identity as my tool,
but was too small to swim alone in that pool......

Promoted to high grade,
life seemed like deck of cards, wanted to be the king of spade;
achievement needed but without any aid,
my heart never felt afraid,
won all the mind games that I played,
but suddenly shining sun covered by clouds and there was all shade,
something happened making my thoughts fade,
Search for my identity started to degrade,
degraded n degraded and soon it decayed,
tried a lot but didn't know, again from where to invade.....

Somehow promoted to secondary section,
studied point of inflection,
two laws of reflection,
wanted my 'Identity' to be my perfection,
but there were lot of directions,
so needed a proper selection,
again from this world received objection.......

From my childhood till date,
haven't achieved anything remarkable, mate;
others might call it just fate,
these words make me feel hate,
no matters I am going to walk straight,
Till I find answer to this debate..... 

Searched n searched but didn't find any answer......

In what way can I define, The mere word; I?
Tell me! Where must my Identity lie?
In my blood, my past, my eye?


Details | Free verse | |

Off I go

Off I go in the direction of career To lose you is my worst fear What will you do when I’m no longer near What will become of us my dear Nothing is promised but our feelings are clear Falling in love has not been easy for us Little by little we earned each others trust My heart is yours to keep I’ve given in; taken the leap It’s only you and your love I seek Just the thought of leaving makes me weep Remember our good times when you’re alone If you need me please pick up the phone Tell Mister Jay I say hey everyday That I miss him and can’t wait to play Don’t forget what you feel for me today I’ll only be a phone call away In my mind and in my heart you will stay I love you… is all that's left to say Lay


Details | Free verse | |

Just the beginning

Regret… My reply to "HE"; a poem written for me by SOS!

Where to begin… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I enjoyed you immensely even back then You meant more to me than just a friend The closer we became The more I felt it would end… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We always had fun Never thought about the long run No commitments to each other Yet we were more than friends... We were lovers… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Too good to be true... Just look at the clues Remember "no expectations" Remember we are "just cool" Remember these were our rules... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We both had issues and I didn’t think twice I was soft and gentle offering wisdom, experience, and advice Personal experience reminded me of the pains in your life I knew something was wrong... I felt something was just not right... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ But we had nothing to lose No future in sight How I wish you trusted me I needed you to shed some light… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What were you feeling How were you dealing That your heart needed healing Revealed what you were concealing… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Left to answer these questions on my own Left in the dark all alone Left with the door cracked in “Danger Zone” Left with fear of the unknown... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FEAR TOOK MY HAND AND LEAD ME TO ROAM... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I’d been hurt just a short time before My heart was hiding behind steel doors Somehow you cracked it and let fear in Fear is powerful and fear did win... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THANKFULLY THIS WAS JUST THE BEGINNING... THIS WAS NOT OUR END... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Only time will tell if our wounds are healed Little by little we break the seal's of fear Little by little we open up and reveal What’s in our hearts and what we truly feel… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We have learned from the mistakes of our past Taken a new direction; created a new path Neither one of us is hiding behind a mask This time will be better... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THIS TIME I HOPE IT WILL LAST... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lay


Details | Free verse | |

The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises


Details | Free verse | |

This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


Details | Ballad | |

THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








Details | I do not know? | |

Controversy in color

Roses aren't always red....
Violets are sometimes blue....
Flowers, like people come in many colors too...
The complexity is so beautiful but the controversy can be so taboo...
But to debate on GOD'S creations is something man just shouldn't do....
So enjoy life,s arrangements of color, from the flowers to the people and all the rest of the world  too..


Details | Ballade | |

Tribute to two wonderful people

My tribute to two wonderful guys

I know I’ve said it all before
But I must tell you again
About a man called John Sherman
Maybe I write in vain
But I must tell the world about
The two guys in my life
Who I’ll put on a pedestal
John and his lovely wife

He don’t come from religion
Nor any beliefs at all
He’s more like a Psychologist
His approach is wonderful
To don’t claim to be a Guru
He’s just a humble man
Yet he will do most anything
To help you if he can.

Once I suffered oh, so much
With anxiety and fear
I hated me, the whole damned world
My head was never clear
My wife was set to leave me
My kids thought me so low
All because of a foolish war
So lonely I did grow.

Then John he showed me just one act
And said ‘That’s it, that’s all!’
And I just listened to the man
Though I am not a fool
And now It’s four years later
And my heart is filled with bliss
There’s nothing could destroy it
That’s just the way it is.

No more the fear of life is here
No more the fear of death
No more that awful greyness
No more I feel bereft
Every day to me right now
Is another brand new day
As life becomes more beautiful
In every kind of way.



I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter


Details | Free verse | |

Could You Hear Me?

Ignorant questions you asked
While requesting in return intelligent answers

A pillow of tears I cried 
But only for awhile

Yet instead my heart was beating like a hammer beats a nail
And I was slowly decreasing like a paper being filed

Into shelter I would hide
Behind doors I cried
Over the  phone I denied
And  inside I died

As if hanging up in my face weren't enough
You left me no choice, but to fall asleep with your 
Thoughtless and careless words

The constant need to be in control of everything and everyone 
I closed my eyes to hold back those tears
Those tears that were trying so desperately to break through

But steadily they came running down my face
Like I was pouring water down a drain

But did you hear me
That language that I spoke

I was talking out loud to all the distant ears
I begged you to lower your voice
But you were to busy screaming at me to hear

You see I constantly found myself apologizing to you
Not believing that I had a right to my own opinion
And that I had a right to be loved and respected

I cursed at times, You kept me mad
And then most days you left me sad
But could you hear me
Could you take my point of view for once
After all that was said and done

My heart was aching and my soul was breaking
A little attention, Like a baby crying out for its mother
Is all I asked of you

Only to hear you speak your truth of belief
And then hang up in my face with a gasp of relief
As if my voice was killing you

When I defended myself , I never knew what I would face
Never knew how you'd react, But I was acting on faith
So I took that leap of faith, I didn't know what else to do
But thank God I found the courage to stand up to you

You made it seem like we were in some game
And half time conversations is all you could spare

Yet like a mother in the midst of labor
I bared all the pain, You couldn't bare

But I had to speak out 
My silence had to be broken

Words shattered at that moment
Shock encountered ones face
Something that never happened before

I would not pretend, That all was well
But you weren't listening to me, I was talking to myself

When I poured out my heart to you sincerely
You belittled me, cursed me, degraded and ignored me
Picked and devoured me like I was poultry

You took me through so much misery
You see this lonely faucet, Only runs so deep
But I found the strength to break free, finally

I wanted to be friends but I remember too clearly 
Just how it was in the past, When you couldn't hear me



Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Face In Firelight--Briton Riviere

As twilight now comes, we view a fair maiden, flushed by the fire, in the hush of the room after spending her day, where the heather was strewn The stroke of the brush, shows a blush on her cheeks She's enthralled by the flame, while a red setting sun, says a farewell to the day, while she sits in her chair as the light dwindles down As she sits by the fire, while she waits for her tea There is smoke in the breeze, and a whippoorwill song There is dusk on the meadow, and dew on the hill as the moonlight enhances the old window sill She sits and reflects, in the warm amber glow As the evening is fading, and the fire burns low With Tabby, her cat, her one faithful friend, Who sits in her lap, and purrs soft and slow She will muse for awhile, dream of a far distant lands She will dream of true love, as the brush strokes will blend She will imagine her mate in the red fire's flame while the stroke of the artist, will take us along Transported by art, transported in rhyme We are swooned by the paint, and the thoughts that have bloomed that capture this girl in the room.
________________________________________________________ For Isaiah's Contest: Briton Riviere Based on his painting :........"Fire-Fancies" http://www.ebay.com/itm/Fire-Fancies-Briton-Riviere-Repro-oil-painting-/160376412482


Details | Ballade | |

Creating words in the garden

Creating words in the garden

I’ve been sitting in the garden
It’s a lovely Sunny day
It’s supposed to be our winter
But I know she’s on her way
That spring season I love so well
I can feel it everywhere
So I’ve been sitting in the garden
Without one single care.

I took me notebook out with me
To try to write some stuff
Too soon I’d wrote four little poems
And then, I’d had enough
And so I went and made them safe
On my trusty word machine
Having been there in that garden
My world felt so serene.

In the presence of serenity
The words just flow on out
I don’t know where they come from
Somehow they come about
When I’m sitting in the garden
And beauty beckons me
It seems to be my inspiration
For creativity.

9 August 2013 @ 1624hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Shameless Self-Promotion

Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless 
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick, 
	makin’ sure it sticks,
		slappin’ it on like lotion.

“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best 
even though 
it ain’t true?”

back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise 
is a blatant way
of cheating.

“do unto others”
but don’t lie, 
to boost their ego.
misleading them 
to raise their hopes 
should clearly be illegal.

no need to read 
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs 
bare.
skimmin’ 
	skippin’ 
		scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical 
warfare.

poets thought to be adored 
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn 
lit 
missile. 

feeding on lines 
with hidden agendas 
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find 
copy n’ pasted comments, 
your hopes 
are sadly floored.

how about 
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of 
feedin’ folks a line of crap 
laced with praise 
and “atta-boys!”


Details | Pastoral | |

Foot Soldier For The Lord


Hardened by indecision
True conviction's at odd
Recompense beyond belief
Some-time's it get's 
Pretty hard 
To play the part
      ------
From death do us part
From the truth until the
Dawn morning early light
In the heat of the night
We wrangle with the Devil
To win the fight
      ------
Treed by disease
With pain and strief
We vowel to move on
Fore we are vested
For this very life
Fore they killed our
First born
Our only Son
His name was Christ
For this ye must pay 
The price.....
      ------
We travel there where thou'
     Art not travel
Where evil may be
As wide as the mountain
But, as deep as the sea
      ------
Thee repave's of tragedy
Our Legion's are many
Heveanly hath no furry
Well, we have got plenty
      ------
We must submit to the Will
The Will to be free
That thou shall be done
On Earth for eternalty
      ------
Our legion's are one
To the commitment of
His new kingdom of one
Proclaimed to be
Under the jurisdiction
Of the Lord and His Holy Son
      ------
Till the brink of eternity
In the name of the Lord
And the Holy One
Till such that day
That the Kingdom has come
In the name of the Father
           Son
And the Holy Ghost
AMEN

              GF

***Note:******

The Lord  beseech you too....meet you at the Rapture...let it define you...


Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn

The wound is barely visible to the naked eye,
Yet the pain still lingers in my mind.
As the autumn days dawdle by
In the heart there is no peace to find.

The autumn hues of memories fall
In shapes of abstract art.
I search for the most perfect one of all
The memory that stands apart.

I scrabble through the heaps of gold
As winds of pain, make them dance.
Years of stories now untold
In my heart they swirl and prance.

On the barren branches of my heart
Rowdy birds of thought gather together,
Deciding who should stay, who depart.
Memories of you will linger forever.


Details | Lyric | |

On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    


Details | Prose Poetry | |

DRUNK AND IGNORANT

A noble story one that ought to be our good host laughed and swore the games begun. Come match the knights tale if you can sir monk. To bellow arms and blood and bones he swore. A noble one I'll pay off the knights tale lets do this right. You tell yours by and by either I'll speak or go on my own way. Everyone listen but first i will propound that i am drunk i know it by my sound. For I'll tell a golden legend and a lie. Forget your ignorant drunken bawdiness it is a sin and great foolishness. Tell us of other things you'll find to lack i see you are angry with my tale but why. cuz you are a fool your head is overpowered by the wine. If you are not enjoying yourselves then cut off my head but as i drink my wine and ale. Whoever won't accept what i decide will pay for everything we spend along the ride. So hold up your hand if you accept my speech reflect a little and don't hold me to blame if you choose wrong don't lay it on my head. And both of them had bawdy tales to tell theirs no sense making earnest out of game.


Details | Rhyme | |

Inner Child

in the deepest recesses of my heart lies an innocent child filled with fear full of despair, afraid of the mile he's been lied to decieved and misguided and his fears and emotions he does hide it he fears the world in all its iniquities and the challice runneth over since the days of antiquity the stoic progeny whom lies in the depths of my soul can only relfect the darkness that lingers within for he has been the incumbent occupant the disembodied scholar of sorrow entrapped in a landscape of sin but as my heart grows darker the image of the child fades into perdition and the holistic journey of life becomes insuperable as the psyche finds itself in a catankerous battle of subconscious submissions the will of the inner child manifests his cries through the conscious corridors of the mind and the release of emotions that hindered the heart flow like sweet nectar from a bottle of wine we forgive others to forgive ourselves so that the hinderance that was placed on our shoulders is now placed on the shelves as the darkness of the heart is exposed to the light the child that once feared the dark is no longer a creature of the night for only the shepard calls to his sheep one out of ninety nine the spotless the meek redeemed is the child who suffers the path saved is the soul who is warned of the wrath


Details | Epitaph | |

Dorian Gray

(Witty Epitaph) Herein lies a man named Dorian Gray He was very young and gay Till many moons one day His own painting did him away. Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 September,25,2014


Details | Free verse | |

life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


Details | Rhyme | |

We Have A SIN Condition

We Have A Sin Condition! We have more technology, but we have a problem! We have many “issues.” And don’t know how to solve them! Governments answer seems to be “spend, spend, spend.” But we have this condition, that God calls; SIN! Just look at the problems that are all around you! It’s amazing that they don’t “overwhelm you!” There’s all sorts of evil all cross our land! But there’s something very few understand! We’ve sent men to the moon and outer space! Yet very few reach out and receive God’s grace! The Bible says, “the heart of the man is sinful.” Without God, man’s heart is never “peaceful!” Jesus love provides for the world that fails us! He offers his love! Simply because he loves us! There’s no “condition.” His love is freely given! Won’t you accept him? And be totally forgiven? Where there’s sin. God’s grace does much more abound! There’s a new life for you! Just waiting to be found! Our sins for his love! What more could one ask? And enjoy a love and peace that will ALWAYS LAST! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Prose Poetry | |

TONIGHT by Anna Lo P

..The clock ticks, the Time pass
  Coffee I sip, as I taste, Alas!
  One more cigarette, almost up,
  What else is with me, me, still up!

  Waiting for the green light
  Beside your name in chat
  This computer, is already hot
  It's been on, since I last woke up!

  I don't know, I don't care,
  If they say, I look like a scare
  Eyes that look like of an owl
  Since I've been up like a fowl!

  To write another piece
  Of my sadness, of my tears
  The songs I always play
  Make my heart feel in dismay!

  Up all day till night
  Because my heart is in fright
  Will he then tell me"it's not alright"
  That is something I need to fight!

  Oh my! please give me a sign
  To be in sorrow, or should I be fine?
  It feels I'm running out of time
  That's how I feel, for all this time!

  The clock ticks, the Time pass
   Another coffee sips, I say Alas!
   Another cigarette I lit, just to be up
   What else is with me? just a memory on recap!..
  
   
    


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Letting Go

Far beyond the edges of my reasoning a beautiful dream stood…waiting to come true
A dream erected up from cold dusty earth to the searing proximity of the sun
A star like dream, one built from hopes, aspirations and wishes
One whose light is drawn in and out from other stars
In its shadow lays the memory of soft spoken goodbyes and gentle kisses 
I have led my life on the side lines too afraid to repeat your mistakes
See I learned the hard way what not to break
The shattered pieces of her heart lay across the living room floor
I have learned also then how to find my way across the battlefield of broken vows
Because growing up when you’re being pushed back and forth between
What you got and what you wanted makes you question
The truths that are your foundation
You start to see cracks in the, ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I miss you’s’ 
And notice the fractures between the, ‘You are my worlds” and the “I can’t live without you’s’
See this father is why my heart has no door even to let me in
Because I live in the consequence of these lessons that you teach
But father know that you are a dream among dreams
A dream whose quarter is rooted in reality
And whose walls I built an inch from fantasy
You are a dream whose ends touch the circumference of the hole that you left
Your razor blade edges cut the inside of my mind and shows up as scars in my personality
But you kept my world and heart from falling apart
Now you are gone…


Where he used to be, God please put a new morning and the fragrance of cherry blossoms in
Spring, let the sunshine in and with it reasons to smile, let me hear the laughter of my
soul and give me PEACE
Amazing, calming, PEACE where there was none. 
Amen


Details | Epithalamium | |

The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Let Love Fly

Let love fly
-
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.


Details | Free verse | |

Our Love

Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp of your final death
blacked out to me was the image of your last re-birth
Visions of your glory blind to my infantile sight
I cried out to God "take me lord, for to take my light
is to leave me unto darkness."

Crippled and shamed I crawled to my side
and wept to feel the fingers of your memory
sweep my hair from my cheek
As a child I raged that all he left of you for me
was the ghost of a life losing vitality in time
The world was numb but for the pain
and I rolled in the evanescence of it
wrapped like a proud shawl of mourning
that in this right I would sacrifice
and pay dignitary to what I failed you in
If I could have died, I would have born your stripes
I would have carried your cross
and welcomed the nails home
that all I could have of you 
was the agony
of your leaving...

My Mother I felt your tears too
as I felt in them in your fading
I felt the trails of your sorrow 
as you wept for your baby
Just as your comforts were
love and despair in one
 to me
(for how could I know your life lived in me)
	your regrets were mine misery 
then my comprehension of a Mothers love was foriegn.
Your presence drove me mad
Your death erased my dreams
and your life fed my memories.

Some where the blackness of years
numbned-greyed and I breathed
Some where in a moment I could not name
your presence gave me stregnth as I accepted
the world I now lived

But the majic of the moon faded, 
the faith you gave me staled
the world spun because God commanded
but my heart beat because you breathed it

God is a jealous God, I whispered
Is my loss my punishment for loveing her the more?
The tears trickled to moisture and days cycled into years
and I listened to your whisper, feather kisses
tucking me to sleep, some where in the depths
of the self I did not know, you loved, you prayed

You wept for my loss and yours, but you loved
you held me at night when I longed for you
you cheered for my each new step
and when I first held my son I heard in my  heart your first words to me
" My baby, My Baby' 
so then I understood and gave them to him

In learning this new love of my life I began to understand
not your death, but your life, your love, and why you still 
hold me and miss me as I miss you
but I hear you, I hear him
and I see my son I thank you both


Details | Narrative | |

a flood of swollen words

I've seen a picture of a book
caught in a flood from the past
and marveled at what the view
revealed to me, the reader

The book, arced and curved to
its center, like a ship's bow
darkened with abandonment, and 
white crystals grown from pages' edge

Words crystalized from every
line written, touchable thoughts 
crystallization of the author's soul
the original, unreadable, unknown

The wish to witness at pad and pen
as soul pours ink to paper page
tonguing salty thoughts may be what 
imprinted from the writer to me

© Goode Guy 2012-03-03

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/multimedia/photos/139705383.html


Details | Ballad | |

HOW SHE LOVES

Life's journey long
Need for solid ground
Many rise and fall
On this merry-go-round
Not on this ride alone
My forever I've found

Oh, how she loves
She loves me whatever
My best friend, my forever
She loves me true
On her love I depend
Love never end, my forever
Forever

Dark clouds come
And life rains on me
Forever holds my hand
She gives faith to see
Not on this ride alone
Together we're free

Oh, how she loves
She loves me whatever
My best friend, my forever
She loves me true
On her love I depend
Love never end, my forever
Forever

Yeah, I'm here for her.. Here for forever

Oh, how she loves
She loves me whatever
My best friend, my forever
She loves me true
On her love I depend
Love never end, my forever
Forever

12-15-14


Details | Rhyme | |

My world

I live in a world where there is no flow and ebb 
where flies are snared in the spiders web

Where anger is the clothing that spirits wear 
hand me down garments soiled with fear 

Where eyes fail from weeping incapable of emotions 
and the heart bears the tsunami the bodies waves like the ocean's 
  
In the winepress of the psyche I trample the virgin daughter of bliss 
and beyond the landscape of sin and firmament of folly lies the serpents hiss 

I live in a world where wisdom and knowledge collide similar to protons 
Where innocence is slaughtered like Salem's pillars and scions 

As the lion makes a kill its the jackel that profits 
but before the jackel appears its the hyena that mocks it 

And as the prey that is stalked is slain without pity 
The herds of people represent stock roaming the cities 

Women eat their offspring and they dont even know it 
While the scheme of men cast shadows over truth not to show it 

In my world my eyes flow unceasingly without mercy without ease 
as vengeance owns depth, so deep it stalks the forrest beyond trees 

In my world the mind constantly mocks the heart 
While guilt is the warden whom imprisons the soul in the dark

Like the rain that suffocates the land with a constant pour 
My inner child cries louder than thunder or a lion with a constant roar 

In my world an infants tongue adheres to roof of its mouth 
and food is as scarce to child as insects are to a grouse 

Nurtured in purple but racked with hunger 
It is better to die by the sword then to live with famine in numbers 

Joy has dispersed from our hearts and dancing has moved to mourn 
as brightness has merged with the dark the fabric of happiness is torn


Details | Couplet | |

Silver Strands

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.

God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.

Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.




Details | Monorhyme | |

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


Details | Narrative | |

Im Still Here

Friends one with whom I shared a drink.
Are now ghosts  who haunt my heart dear.
Most left to find that which in life they did thirst.

But with seasons  I did remain like some old pillar unable to 
move.
Feet planted  tears caressing a bitter face hiding 
the fact that  goodbye had come all to soon.

Cards underneath my door.
Unfamilar faces make me question do I exist anymore.

Old passions destroy new flames.
Nights alone cast shadows.
You find more comfort in dreams   

The whiskey that burns is all that reminds.
You haunt this body  like a vacant building  
most seem to ignore  as  they pass its once warm  
structure.

My soul knows midnight my heart emersed in the 
agony of truth.
We yern for warmth in the comfort of pain.

Memories are like scars  a prison of the mind.
Greetings from outskirts.
For I am the at home with the left behind.

Like a character in a novle ment to entertain  im 
lost in the back pages of life.
But if you ever question  just turn back in reflection.
For they may have fled but im sill here. 


Details | Lyric | |

The certainty of you

A tribute to John and Carla Sherman at 'Just one look'

You can listen to the preachers
And the high priests, they as well
You can hear those Gurus speaking
You can think about endless Hell
It don’t matter what you’re doing
There’s just one thing to do
Look into the certainty of you.

You can do your meditation
Your Yoga, or Tai Chi
You can sail across the oceans
Seek help across the seas
There’s many who would help you
But you have to pay the price
But look at you, this be real good advice.

Take a look within you
And see what hides in there
Listen well to what the man has said
The one you thought was you
You’ll not find him everywhere
Turn around and look inside your head.

You can be a good or bad man
Or act jut like a drag
Overlook old ancient truths
Drink a beer or have a fag
Just take a look inside yourself
And see the one you be
Then in the end the truth shall set you free.


Details | Free verse | |

adjust

something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust


Details | Narrative | |

The Pigment Of Illustration

Rain falls
Lights brighten the space above the sidewalk
There on the corner stands a girl
She stands tall yet frail
Her face is in anguish, so pale
Pain clearly controls her
The emotion on her face is washed out like the light softly brushing the pavement.
She screams, tears stream but there is no sound 
No way to convey the truth
No one to witness reality
Suddenly a crowd forms from the darkness
A wide range of individuals
Looking pained
Looking lost
They all scream in unison
Still their screams are hushed
She is in the center now
All the individuals are isolated from each other
Each in their spaces of pain
A new form of crowd immerges
They are bright and glad they laugh and there is sound
Ringing clearly
They whisper happiness is a choice
They burn bright 
Contrasting to the black and white individuals
Suddenly the girl stops screaming
Tears stop streaming
She brushes her coal black hair from her eyes and rolls up her sleeves
 She grabs a marker
She writes “Freedom of expression”
Along the pavement squares 
Like the completion of a crossword 
She draws a paintbrush and paints her heart
She spills her soul
She releases her grief
She draws a microphone and sings
Sings her mind
She spills her innovation
She draws and paints and creates 
Feels and thinks and exists 
She cries and laughs and breaths
She colors her world and when she screams
Notes and chords
Rain and sunshine
Light and dark
Pain and joy
Are set free
As the others watch her they begin to follow 
They scream and Rain falls
Everyone can hear the piercing  
Expression Is Freedom.


Details | Free verse | |

Immortal Memory - Illusion Of Love

                                                        
                                                              *~*


                                   In my heart, what I thought to be love 
                                         Was simply my own desire
                                                     So brief...
                                Gone before time could tell it even happened
                                                   Like a whisper
                                Barely heard in the shadowy stillness of night

                                        I tell myself it's over, you're gone 
                                               But in the same breath
                                      A voice whispers quietly to my heart 
                                             Assuring me that perhaps 
                                            You may have really cared
 
                                       I tell myself it wasn't meant to be 
                                             But in my remembering...
                                           I find that thought elusive
                                            Too painfully conclusive

                                        It weaves its memory in and out
                            Like a fine needle sewing its fragile threads
                                      Delicately twisting them intimately
                                        Amongst the filigrees of my mind
  
                                The magic was so mysteriously enchanting
                                              I tell myself it's over...
                                        But my heart refuses to listen

                                           My mind says to forget you
                                That no one's worth this kind of sadness 
                                   My soul doesn't need this heartache
 
                                        I tell myself I didn't really care
                                 That it was all just a momentary illusion

                                                             But... 
                                               I never did lie very well 

                                                             *~*


Details | I do not know? | |

What's Wrong With Me?

What is it that you see, that you don't want in me?
What is it that you see, that keeps you walking past me 
Without stopping
What can it be, that takes your eyes so long to notice me
What is it indeed, I ask of me

What could it be, what is it about me
That you don't want to see
Are you embarrassed of the outer me
Afraid to let the world know you discovered my beauty
The beauty that runs so deep within me
Why can't you realize
The love that I give only comes once in a lifetime
What do I see in me

A lonely soul, hurt and alone
A beautiful butterfly with a broken wing
An aching heart longing for love
A gift sent from heaven up above

My kind of love, just doesn't exist
For I am unique in all that's within
What could it be, I just keep wondering
What makes it so hard for you to love me

Where are the signs that say hurt me today
Where are the possibilities of a brighter day
My lonely heart continues to wallow in wondering
Will love ever exist for me?


Details | Free verse | |

The Mirror

She was beautiful just a simple girl
Skin young and sleek not a wrinkle to be seen
Breasts that any man would want to be lost in
Sleek long pretty shiny hair, haunting smile
Unaware of her youth and her beauty
Unaware of the deep envy in my beating heart
Does she love with every passion in her soul
Does she feel so deeply, does she understand love.
Does she know what it is to truly care
To fly to the stars, to feel ecstasy in a single touch
To feel everything within, passion roaring
Like a volcano about to erupt and explode
She does not have to look in the mirror and see reality
Her reality is the bursting to life of a brand new bud
No yet experienced or tainted by doubt or fear
A glorious rose ripe for the picking
I do not want to be her, I want to be me
Once I was this girl, but I did not know life
I have experienced life and tasted its honey
I have know, happiness, loneliness, pain and despair
Suddenly within the heart I am young again
See past the years; see all that this heart offers
Unfortunately, not this young beautiful fresh bud in bloom
But this mature child woman, longing for your touch and your love. 
 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

To Jack

My friend, you will be in my heart forever/
you proved to be a great man and this is not simple in this blue rounded ship headed to nowhere,
so my friend,  cosmic dust we may mean to the whole universe
but a whole universe we mean to our loved ones.
Your hands helped to shape our souls, bringing artistic comfort to our suffered eyes.
Life would be just impossible without art so thank you, thank you.
Your hands  protected your gates,
they also sailed different seas where I bet you cried.
Your hands called your dogs and they smiled.
The other day I read the sun may die in four or five billion years so what is the purpose of life ? Art and moments perhaps.
That we will not know so easy but rest in piece and assured that your hands will never be forgotten !
Carpe diem.


Details | Free verse | |

Here We Go Again

Here we go again
 Down this road so dim
  Where I can see no end
    On this road no one wins

Where were you tonight
 You claimed your mind was in flight
  But it seemed you wanted to pick a fight
   When I simply asked you to shed some light

I could tell something was wrong
 Our normal rhythm and vibe was gone
  For your embrace I longed
   But to your thoughts tonight you belonged

Communication is the key
 I’ve said this constantly
  But my anguish you don’t see
   You’re numb to my pleas 

Once again I’m left to figure out
 Your actions instill in me more doubt
  I pretend not to think about
   But inside I just want to shout; inside my heart pouts

When I ask what’s wrong with you
 It’s out of genuine concern; it's true
  When you’re hurt remember I hurt too
   I just want to be here for you

If you desire space
 Let me know; I will not chase
  My pride will remain in place
   I’m letting you know just in case

I understand you’re discreet
 But look around; what do you see
  Look closer and in your life there’s me
   Please open up and let me see

I want to trust you with my heart
 Don’t scare me away just as I start
  For my heart you are now a part

Lay







Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Blind Man

Blind man
Feeling anothers thoughts by touching his hands;
Can you tell who I am by my darker shades that follow the cracked, dry lines of your palms? Do you see what I hide from everyone else like a silhouetted tattoo? Can you tell that a concrete kids game isn't the only thing that almost broke the back of my mothers heart once? Is it the sound of my voice that pierces through your senses that makes you silence the memories deep within the recesses of your past? 
I can see you'd rather forget about it; discouragement is written all over a face that you can't even read. Does that make me better than you? Truth is, I long to see like you. Heighten my senses, Mr. Sphere, so that I may see everything that my two small worlds can't. I want to read a book backward and forward a thousand times without being so anxious to flip forward, because I imagine you're more patient than I am. I want to know the adventures of your vivid dreaming, and how safety sounds like whenever God speaks to you. I want to be able to wrap my head around the concept of appearing to look good even when I know that my clothes, cologne, and character are wrapped around my ego like bandages I never changed; I never knew I was a walking, talking, mummified optimist until I saw the stench of the lies I told myself seeping through the eyes of loved ones. I never again want to make another cry from a false truth. 
Mr. Blind eyes, could you help me to believe that their are others who look like me who see more like yourself? I don't like who I'm becoming, and I want to know that my choices won't be just for show. I want to know that when I look at my wife in her lifelines, we'll both be able to see that death has no real place in the wounds that love has healed. Bandages have to come off and stay off at some point; you'll never be able to move onto greater things until you can live with the sight of scraped knees that made sidewalk scars of your past. I want to carry her in the voice of my care, like a musical note you hold two seconds too long just because you love music. I want to be just like you, so that my child will want to look up and see more than a father worried about his job. I want to see that my breaths can take shape in the form of a beautiful baby. I want to give back.
Are you listening to me?..
God shows himself in rare forms, and sees with his heart when we ask Him out of the honesty of ours. So, by the time we've finished talking, what we've been searching for is already inside of us. God is blind to the sin of those who seek to be saved. Their will always be a second chance if you ask in an honest tone.


Details | Elegy | |

Quiet

I wish they taught more about
Heartbreak in English class;
That I would see your face
In stormclouds, when
Bronze from the sunset scribbles
Our names in the sky.
It is happening every day.

I am no prize
In my Rossington-Collins band teeshirt
And deliberately torn jeans,
Sitting on the end of the street-
The place where horizon brush strokes
Abruptly end.



"Quiet"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Free verse | |

Here's to the deadbeat dads

All these years at home, me and my momma alone
Daddy on the run, headed for the sun, he must of been..
Because I obviously wasn't his sunshine

Growing up wishing you were there when I had something to say
But now it's on pause, just like I am to write this
There's no more fightin' it, I hate you daddy
And I love writing it

All the love and hate will come out, I'll be spittin' **** you
And failure out of my mouth. And when I stop talkin'
I'll be in a craze, glaring at him
With my hate my hate and rage gaze

I'll kick up my feet, scuff dirt in his face
Tell him I put weed and lines of cocaine in his place
And enjoy the disgrace upon his face
And tell him that it's his fault for tappin' out in the first place

Left alone in this world of demons
Trying to find my halo in this crazy maze
Raising myself, daddy left
And mommas worrying about her ownself

Life ain't always a perfect song, it skips and studders
Fear, something nothing can cover
My will is what I discovered, feelings uncovered
She starts thinking and wonders

Here dad, I'm gonna use brain
Yeah, I'm a smart ass
Seventeen years later 
And I'm pouring my heart out, at last

Making it my point, I'm taking off my mask
Getting it off my chest, and laying these demons to rest

But **** me and the way I lived
Playing dirty and not letting my emotions show
Couldn't find mine
So I stole someone else's halo

But used it as a frisbee and chased it to hell
Spittin' cards now with cruela di'ville
And I know you're here too, in this fiery hell
I'll find you
And the corner in which you dwell
And when I find you asshole
You won't be slithering no more
I'll take off you're scales one by one
Make you the one who's coming undone

Scatter your ashes on hells front door
Bye daddy, now I'm the one who's leaving
I'll shut it, make sure I slam it
Throw in a **** you and god damn it

God sure damned us alright
But don't worry, I'll be sleeping tight
Nightmares at night, no more
I found my heart at my core

Survivin', tryin'
Leaving this life behind 
And one last thing to the guy
Calling himself my ****ing dad
I'm better than you
And bull*****if I'm gonna let you haunt my mind

End of rhyme, I'm the one
Peacin' out this time.


Details | Rhyme | |

SOFT HEART--RAW NERVE

SOFT HEART – RAW NERVE suspecting my position is unsound accepting sinking feelings I may drown heartbeat limp and malleable gentle and mellifluous yet scarcely stable smarting anguish of frayed nerve raw, synthetic hyper alert tests reserve escaping at last to spaces I go pacified nerve and compliant heart flow (‘mellifluous’ = pleasing to the ear) © Kim van Breda—April 2014


Details | Light Poetry | |

The end

I’m waiting for my life to end
But the end is so far
My life has become useless
For I can’t live with out her

I look around me
But all I see is loneliness
She just wipes me off her heart
Like if i never ever exist

when i,m depress I go driving
As fast as I can on the highway
Hoping I will die in an accident
And never have to hurt another day

The shadow of unhappiness
Has cover me like a blanket
Bringing me pain and misery
That will end only when I’m in a casket

But she will never know that day
When it ever my death do arrive
For she don’t even care
How hard it was for me to survive

How do I live again?
When there’s no life inside of me
How do I face the day?
Knowing she doesn’t love me

I don’t know to stop my tears?
When my heart is grieving
She knows it was going to kill me
But If didn’t stop her from leaving

Just to think that right now
others are enjoying her company
And sharing her smiles
It tearing out the heart in me

I’m writing a goodbye letter
Address to all who may concern
I could no longer live with out her
So I will go to hell and forever burn

The lights of the truck was blinding
My mind’s distracted with her memory
As the metals and glass inters my heart
And brings to end my sad life story

The crowd gathered to see what happen
Some hold the breathe and cried
As she is out clubbing with her friends
They find a lifeless bloody body inside


Details | Free verse | |

to one who was never born

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


Details | Lyric | |

In The Event of A Car Crash(Given Another Chance at Life)

One red dirt road surely to lead us home.
Until we hit that patch of gravel.
It sent our vehicle spinning three hundred and sixy degrees around.
My God!
We hit the bar ditch and went flying. 
My hands pressed against the dashboard.
My heart beat pounding faster.
Everything in bittersweet slow motion.
Until we crashed upside down like waves in the ocean.
My breaths began to shorten. 
My chest cavity aches.
I'm trying to find a way out in all the chaos. 
The windshield breaks and i slowly unstrap my seat belt.
I begin crawling on my knees.
Glass carving cuts into my hands.
I say Dear God please! 
Help me. 
My heart beating a million miles per second. 
I find my way in the darkness to the grass and the sand.
I lie flat on my back and tears fall from these eyes. 
Adrenaline has failed me, pain begins to take it's course.
Is this really happening? 
I roll over and stand on my knees.
The pain erupts through my body, and I look towards the stars. 
Cuts across my flesh that will surely leave scars. 
Thank you God.
For allowing me to live through this, it could have been such a tragedy. 
I'm alive, and this will be just another part of a chapter that makes up history.


Details | Free verse | |

Painted People

I know of a man, a normal man.
He has hair and eyes
and wears clothes and shoes.
He walks, he breathes, he blinks.
He bathes, he sleeps, he eats.

I think I love this normal man
for I, too, have hair and eyes
and I wear clothes and shoes.
I walk, I breathe, I blink.
I bathe, I sleep, I eat.

We are perfect for each other
how could we not be?
We grin, we frown, we laugh.
We have fingers and toes
and hearts and brains.

I know of a man, an ordinary man
whose body is clean and clear
like an empty canvas with perfect lines and shapes
steadily painted on to form an elegant horizon
and hung for all to admire.

I think I love this ordinary man
for his colors are soothing and dull
with perfect portions of hues painted throughout.
He is smooth and light
weighing only as much as his frame.

We are perfect for each other
how could we not be?
He is perfection; a piece of art
and I, an admirer of art,
could not disregard his perfect eloquence.

I know of a man, a handsome man
whose body is a canvas painted purple by scars and bruises
with watercolor eyes, a pastel smile
and a backdrop smothered in charcoal,
and is hung in the rain to dry.

I think I love this handsome man
for I am an admirer of art.
Rugged edges take place of an invisible frame that shapes him.
His paint is slathered on
causing disfigurement in the crooked horizon of his design.

We are perfect for each other
but how could we be?
He is perfection; pieces of art
hung out for the world to analyze.
And I, a mere admirer of art, stand at a distance in reverence. 

I know a man, a handsome man
who is normal and different and strange.
He has hair and eyes
and wears clothes and shoes.
He grins, he frowns, he laughs.

I fell in love with this handsome man
for he has something no one else has:
My intrigued focus, which admires his blotches of heavy paint
splashed onto his flooded canvas.
He has depth, prominence, and ambiguity.

We are perfect for each other
how could we not be?
He is neither a beach nor sunset,
but a sweet disarray of shapes and lines
frantically scattered about in space.

And I, myself, an empty star,
am frantically searching 
for something in space.
And I am drawn to his darkness
for it shields my light.

And in this art show of a world
we are painted people, hung out to be bought and sold
admired and analyzed.
And I bought the dark, battered canvas
with no expression or poise

For I fell in love with this beautiful art,
and on my wall,
placed near the fire,
it will always hang to dry.


Details | Free verse | |

Free Verse

From the heart with unfathomable depths
Innermost emotions forever, deeply stir 
Overflowing at times they beg release from captivity
And in no way is dependent upon our reason or rhyme
Through verse they are freed and echo throughout the universe 
Most often prompted by a sweet essence renowned
Through the musings of the spirit murmuring 
Interpreting the dictates of heart to mind
The hopes and dreams of men lie in silent wait for liberty
The precepts of my free verse, and freedom of expression
Remain unencumbered, unrestrained  
Without defamation, or degradation
Meant always to uplift and promote growth and success
And like waters from flowing rivers, irrigate and nurture seeds
Scattered across our parched, dry earth


Note:  For John Freeman's "Your Precepts of Free Verse" Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

heart, mind, and soul

father time in my chest
keeper of its own pace
just skin and bone depth
influences time and space
what are we but drifters
 in an unknown

see truth in a literal
belief before my face
stars with no funeral
light will win the race
here i am, not for long
death starts at home

where is this leading?
which story could it be?
despite all my reading
writings the cup of tea
i dont need to know it all
as long as im not alone



Details | Villanelle | |

Portrait of Handsome in his Youth

Euginia Liapich
Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup. 
November 26,2013

Well-powered ideals flowing free
Your Existential ,Passionate search for Truth
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief

It being usage rather than TB
Consumption, over-consuming to consume
Well-powered ideals flowing free

On Reminiscence of a Family tree
Upon your life in the Genetic Doom
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief

Upon exploring your Artisitic Streak
On cultivating your Poetic Bloom
Well-powered ideals flowing free

Did you for once the future nor Predict
And living with Your unwarranted Gloom
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief

Priorities changes Ideals not as Chief
By moral fall I was overconsumed
Well-powered ideals flowing free
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief


Details | I do not know? | |

My mother

she was an angry woman
not much love, 
she wouldnt put up with a man
abusing her, 
the mistake women made then,
prostitution for security,
selling your heart for money,
she regretted having me,
lost freedom,
tied down,
single mom, poor,
abused by the culture,
her love was shown
in that she didnt abandon us,
even though she was tempted,
her mother wasnt that strong,
my heart didnt value that,
i wanted to be wanted, loved.

I saw the other children, 
wanted, loved, rich,
my blinders on, 
rose coloured glasses,
envy, despair, no self esteem, 
worthlessness, less than human,

not expensive enough clothes,
not nice enough car,
"drop me off a block from school"
"I am not shopping at wal-mart"

something i didnt notice then
i have always been blessed with beauty
i never even saw the girls that adored me
too afraid, to poor, to stupid, 

If my mother didnt love me, how could another?
greedy, selfish women, angry, 
years of oppression, and taking it out on me,
the male, the enemy, "no love from mommy".

Now i pay the price for my fathers oppression.
the gay guys arent as wierd as i thought,
at least they are getting laid. 

The women i meet now, 
if i love them
i am not good enough for them
if i use them or tell them how pathetic they are,
they love me, addicted, cant leave. 

On occassion i love a weaker girl,
i see their potential,
usually sexually abused as a child,
they will leave, hate me, 
for my honesty, 
too afraid of love, of closeness,
get pregnant and leave or kill themself,
one or the other, such drama,
If a child wont end their suffering 
then death will. 

What did i do to deserve this?


Details | Free verse | |

Your Love Is The Strongest

Send me to the darkest places;
That's where I feel You strongest.
A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys;
Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.


Details | Narrative | |

The Indian Ocean Tsunami

My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.

It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.

Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.

In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.

Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.

However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.

I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.

I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.

Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.

It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.


Details | Free verse | |

Here In The Silence

My soul thirsts, O Lord Where are you hiding? Why can’t I find you? I call your name And silence reverberates My tears flow like lava Where are you? Lord? Strength seems to fail Even the wind is still While the deep silence lingers Yet, my hope lies in your promise… Never to abandon me So, I will wait in this silence ‘Til your voice I hear once more Within this fragrant garden of solitude At last, it is you! Only you will Call to me, ‘Peace, be still; ‘For in the silence I’m with you, always…’ Now my soul rejoices in your presence Overcome by unparallel beauty and peace I recline at your feet, my Father… I rest. ~*~
11/02/12 7th Place in "Song inspired Poems, Old or New" Note: Inspired by “Adagio in G Minor” By The London Promenade Orchestra. Listen to it And you’ll find it’s one of the most beautiful pieces Of music, ever…if you’re like me.. you’ll cry. I couldn’t find Their rendition on YouTube but this is almost as good Maybe better in some ways…it’s lengthier. Enjoy : ) http://youtu.be/zuh3WyfVL2M


Details | I do not know? | |

- to all- good night.

angels are sprawled 
in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn
over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue 
an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim
somewhere, not ‘nough off too far, there are
yards watching snowmen come and go
behind the windows that hold kitchens
the bills are a pilin’
the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in
the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack
dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back
the t.v.’s got little relief
there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel
that someone someday'll
commercial the crap out of
office parties 
forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…” 
spark the short lived, misappropriate romance
the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till
warrants wrappings to be hauled away
to some landfill
waiting for Valentine’s Day


Details | Free verse | |

The Purity of the Human Soul

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  Thou art more lovely and temperate"
                                          - William Shakespeare

His question ponders through my mind
For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee
Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun

For thou are indeed my guide
Thou art my sun that never misleads
Thou art the one person I shan't leave
And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise

O treasure deep within my soul
Beam so strong to enlighten my days
Art thou hearing the wonderful tune?
Playing so softly with the rise of the light
But then again thou art brighter than the sun

Thou art the glass of pure water
Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall
Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck 
Purifying the light touching your skin

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day
For if I do compare
The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed
By the beauty thou behold
Embedded deep within your soul

Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul,
   For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades


Details | Quatrain | |

A Penny for your Thoughts

The dreams inside my heart are never ending.
I find some comfort in the people I’m befriending.
I look all around to find a solution.
 Maybe I’m just part of human evolution?

I think there is something locked inside the dream,
It just seems to flow, much like a rushing stream.
As the water passes by, I peek around the bend,
When I view before me, my heart begins to mend.

I can’t always wrap my mind around this,
Moments of despair, wrapped inside of bliss.
Sometimes they create balance inside of me,
Opening my eyes, so I am able to see.

Some  I get while some I don’t understand.
Sometimes like a stranger from a far off land.
I gather up the pieces, hoping they will fit.
 The answers are illusive on this bank I sit.

I watch as the water washes ashore,
I see in my heart I desire some more.
The ripples are like changes, sparkling with light,
 Reminds me of the stars that appear every night.

I think I see something through the corner of my eye,
Perhaps it is the life that simply passed me by?
 I seem to wonder often where the time just went,
 A penny for your thoughts, For I only have a cent.


Details | I do not know? | |

No Life to Live if No Love to Give

Deplete, I am, of selfless love
My heart has none, no none to give
Yet, remorse I feel of love now gone
For upon love’s death, I shall not live

Without a love to then bequeath
To earth, these bones descend beneath

If one would fill these hollowed walls
The chambers bare, where love resides
I then shall live and to give, I shall
Of all the love, then felt inside

My heart rejoices, no more deplete
That absence then, fell to defeat


Details | Rhyme | |

manifest destiny my only cure

i dont mean to be pathetic
wishing  my phone would sound
the little things the biggest
my ear lay to the ground
waiting for that signal
reception just a symbol
i tried to keep it simple
heart crashing like a cymbal
every thing i see  kindly a reminder
where I want to be out of place
stealing the covers id like to find her
lately my bed is having too much empy space
i guess never say never 
sometimes i know better
since I ever met her
my heart wouldnt forget her
quest for my questionin to be quenched
matters of this nature puts people in a pinch
my best for blessings stuck by a wrench
disaster while riding despite tightening a cinch
i made my bed now rest assured
manifest destiny my only cure
my arms not as long like I preferred
let it go, watch, help it grow, I concur


Details | I do not know? | |

To Love More And More

.
Death silently crept
In the night he came
One had to gently 
Close the eyelids down

Would you be distraught
Would your heart weep
If this were your plight
To close eyes in sleep

Eternal sleep now
Would your heart break within
Would you remember
The love that we shared

Or would you sing joy
Thank God she's gone
Being tired of daily
Having to serve the lady

Serve her by working
Bringing home the bacon
Or would you want 
To go on toward home

Joining the loveone
That shared your long life
I would not want to be
The one who had to close 

Those brown eyes in death
I would want to cheat death 
Iwould want you to met him
In the air with no care

Not knowing who will go
First to the eternal shore
Help me Holy Spirit 
To love more and more


Details | I do not know? | |

Chaos

Immaculate
Random
Gorgeous
Heroic
Expanding mind
Taste Sampling
Divine
Forbidden pleasure
Amazing
Mind numbing
Glorious
Thought inducing
Seducing
Selfless
Explosion
Bright
Last Night


Details | Free verse | |

Words No One Hears

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert


Details | Rhyme | |

Ungenerous Heart

Your ungenerous heart forbear
Can not understand why
From me a generous reply

As from my easy chair
Face storms of life must them welter
Need warm heart to shelter

Don't understand in life your part
Sometimes wish for release
From stingy ungenerous heart
And go to my grave in peace


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Never Came

What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11


Details | Lyric | |

LOVE SONGS MEANT TO LAST

You stole my heart
wouldn't let it go
Two perfect smiles
we were quite a show
Hand in hand
danced in the rain
Romantic lyrics
Love was our name

But seasons change
it colder now
And we lost our way
don't know how
Those same love songs
now make me cry
You walked away
don't know why

I reach for my guitar
echoes from the past
Tremble as I sing
love songs meant to last
Memories come racing in
how it used to be
Magnificent obsession
of only you and me

This broken heart
only you can mend
Where's my soulmate
and my best friend
The living is lost
I just kind of exist
Hung out to dry
in the wind I twist

I reach for my guitar
echoes from the past
Tremble as I sing
love songs meant to last
Memories come racing in
how it used to be
Magnificent obsession
of only you and me

11-27-14


Details | Free verse | |

From her Cocoon

She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form.
All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn.
Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep.
Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap.
Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work…
She can’t wait to discuss the results back and forth.
She’ll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme.
This poem is the result of a days’ insightful dream. 

She’s a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon.
But she’s safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon.
There are always those admirers awaiting her final results.
Like a butterfly’s wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth.
She helps others understand… they’re not alone…any more…
With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart.
Then she’ll hide away back in her cocoon till when…
She’ll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.

 


Details | Sonnet | |

Allure of the Night

By the crystal eyes of the evenings stars
I am lured outdoors on this somber night
With ferver, I wish to the heavens, so far
That might grant me a miracle; turn a wrong to a right

The allure of the evening, has stirred up my dreams
Is it my flight into fantasy, or a frivolous scheme?
How silly, they say, to be lured by the fates
Superstition they claim, is the child's foolish state

Yet I stand in the dark, half sad, half proud
And call to the quiet, of celestial crowds
By allure of the night, the stars shining brighter
I make fervent wishes, and feel my heart lighten

And I know in my heart that the heavens, so far
Can mirror a miracle, turning my dark into light



...........

In honor of Paula Swanson's Contest: "Allure of the lure of alluring"


Details | Sonnet | |

Dearest Friend

Dearest Friend

My heart is so full of love 
I can hardly restrain myself
My heart bleeds upon the shelf
My dreams fly like the dove
White and pure from above
inside this dream I delve
And find no way to help myself
I will sacrifice my dreams
Our love was never meant to be
Your heart was never free
 
 
Our music cannot trenscend
She ever sings her song
Go to her my Dearest Friend
For this is where love belongs


Details | Prose Poetry | |

"V~O~V"

"V~O~V"


IF I WERE GRANTED FORTUNE N' FAME...
THOSE WHO CONSIDER ME LIABILITY,WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME LOVED
TH' SPILLING OF MY BLOOD,MIGHT EVEN BRING A STITCH OF COMPASSION
I'D NEVER BE ALONE,'LESS I REQUESTED ME LET BE


COMPANY DOES NOT LOVE MISERY,SO NOW I'M KEPT AT A DISTANCE
ALL I EVER WANTED OUT OF LIFE,WAS TO RECIEVE AS MUCH CARE AS I GIVE
BUT MOOT IS TH' FACT,THEY WANT ME OUT OF MIND N' VIEW
LITTLE IT IS KNOWN,OF TH' AFFLICTIONS I MUST ENDURE...FOR THEM


IF I WROUGHT MIRACLES AT WILL,TH' MEEK WOULD 'DEED RULE
SINS OF TH' SHAMELESS,WOULD ALL BE MADE KNOWN
A SILVER'D SCREEN OF TH' SKIES,WOULD DISPLAY THEIR DESECRATIONS
VICTIMS OF THEIR TRESSPASSES,WOULD DECIDE OF THEIR FATES


FAR FROM BEING PERFECT,I TOO...WOULD BE ASHAMED
BUT FOR SCARLET OF PAST BREACHINGS,I WOULD BEG FOR TH' BLANCHING
NEVER THAN LESS...THEIR WILL WOULD BE DONE
FOR FUTILE IS FORGIVENESS,IF NOT TRULY...


...IT IS WON



~AZAZA~'09


Details | Free verse | |

The Man With Blue Eyes

There once was a girl
That had beauty and grace
Though beaten and broken
Had a bright smiling face

There once was a girl
Who felt aged and wise
Her heart was as large 
As the stars in her eyes

There once was a girl
Who longed to be loved
Though she never quite 
Found it till the man with blue eyes

He was strong and sound
He was older and wiser
Wipped the tears from her face
So trusted the man with blue eyes

There once was a girl 
Who fell for the lies
Beliving and trusting
The man with blue eyes

There is now a girl
Her smile erased
Her heart splitting and bleeding
A lesson she learned 

From the man with blue eyes



Details | Free verse | |

Said the Artist, To Himself...

"Self absorption:
fickle, spiny sponge.
Crevices of fingerprints
stinging on the tongue...
Rapt attention 
fixed upon the
reproducing cell-
Fickle self absorption
I know you very well."


(-on the internal struggle of an artist's drive to create vs. the demands of real life.)


Details | Narrative | |

Turned Tables

What if the tables had been turned...
And it was her, looking at me
Seeing what the eyes can't believe
And what the heart can't embrace

I'm looking into sorrow's face
The sadness wraps itself around her 
Like a blanket of grey fog
A face so pale, so ashen and cold as a winter's day
Betrayed and abandoned by her youth
The girl she used to be....why can't I find a trace?
A youth taken away by choices,  
By circumstance, by life experiences 
By things that I cannot know
My memory of her has been stolen away 
In this unexpected, brief encounter
I swallow tears in my grief, as I mourn the vision
That had been tucked away in my heart for so long
Is it regret, or is it a guilt I cannot name?

A friendship born in childhood, so young, so carefree
She, with bright eyes, and blond hair that curled
Around her high cheeks and rosy smile
She was the one who shined so brightly,
Who's charm, who's gay laughter I had so admired
A childhood where we danced together in sweet grass under sunny skies
Where is the innocence, the radiance?
No longer there, not even a glimpse of the girl I knew

Oh, how I weep inside
Now, here, this meeting by chance
After years that had taken us to seperate worlds 
In my mind, and in my dreams, she had always been
The fair maiden, the one who had held my hand
Two little girls who made promises
Who sat in the dark, under a summertime sky
By the light of the moon and wished upon the stars.
The stars now gone from her sad eyes, the look of weary miles
Now fill the void ......as one more time.....
                                         we say our goodbye.

What if the tables were turned
And it was her, looking at me.....
......................................................................................................

In honor of Desiree's Contest "What If"


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


Details | Free verse | |

Inspiration

Onion skin pages and empty windows
Repel us as much as attract—
Possess brief images locked fast in place—
Memory melded in faded photographs of thought.

We are things we once were—
Frozen kaleidoscopes of dreams
Cupping eyes and pens so tightly,
Casting free flaxseeds of imagination.

Still, sepia leaves seem white-boned
And open windows let in absences.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mirror rorriM

theres a demon running towards me
 in the refelction in the mirror 
and the closer that he comes 
his intentions becomes clearer 

as the shadowy figure draws near 
with every step he makes 
the rythmic beating of my heart pumps fear 
with every breath i take 

like the devils tools and instruments 
i hear a drum and violin 
because in my ear rings influence 
for all i've done in vial sin 

and as this cup i drink becomes and overflow of shame 
each thought that i think manifests itself in blame 

but who am i but a tainted soul 
who has not yet tasted life 
a coward growing very cold 
a sinner with a heart of ice 

the world can never understand the thoughts that i create 
because my thoughts are simply not for man but somewhat more for fate 

many put on a facade 
and play the role of being nice 
i find that very odd 
using deception to entice 

can i defect from this world of lies?
or must i go with the flow?
no one answers my question why
but everyone "seems" to know 

they are just as confused as chickens without their heads 
the blind leading the blind into the land of the dead


Details | Free verse | |

Poem Pinata



Please strike
the piñata
i have made for you
out of the  stripes of paper
and the glue,

In  the midnight hour
i have labored long
on this plump pig
of collaged letters.
with  corrugated metaphors
Sightless Find the weakest point.

let that guide 
your hand
the transparent rose
cellophane
wrapped candy
shall flow
in libation of sound
pour down
like a quirky rainstorm
bouncing 
like silver
coins
on the sidewalk
of your mind.


Details | Cowboy | |

Lessons I Have Learned

A handshake speaks volumes, keep it firm & strong
Learn from your mistakes & admit when you're wrong
Stand your ground when you know you're right
Never drop your guard or waver in a fight

Never give up & put your best in all you do
Follow your heart & to yourself stay true
May every word match every deed
Always lend a hand to those in need

Things turn out better when you take time to pray
A light heart & hard work keep the storm clouds at bay
Hold your friends close for each is a treasure
In your family, look always for solace & pleasure

A light touch on the reins is only half the battle
Make sure you set deep & tall in the saddle
Treat horse & man with equal respect
When asked for advice, be kind but direct

There's a bright side to even the darkest day
You'll gain more from life if a smile leads the way
A true friend is one who cannot be bought
These are a few of the lessons I've been taught

By those who have guided me throughout my life
My  wellspring of wisdom to rely on in times of strife

© December 2003



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Broken Heart- Her Fatal Mistake

She smiles at two beautiful white doves
Prompting her to pray to above
Wondering will she ever find love
Her heart continues to ache
Pain so deep, she just can not take
The doves fly into the sky
Thinking she must be the reason why
Alone she is getting ready to say her final goodbye
Clouds creeping in… She begins to walk towards the lowering sun
Dreaming of that day she thought she met the perfect one
A young girl once ambitious and fun
Her heart ripped into two
Wishing for a simple fix, yet there is no strong enough glue
Still walking towards the sun
Ignoring what is about to come
A pain far too much to take
She chose to make that fatal mistake 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Always

Walking with you all the way, because I missed you night and day. 
Holding your hand to help guide the way, in the light of the moon? 
Sunshine brightening our lives whispering ways, hold my hand, 
I want to be with you, up lift your soul in oh so many crazes. 
Hold you in my arms and remembering when our lives took us, 
Each to two separate places, what am I to do now? Eyes so clear, 
Pull your likeness... 
Closer to me now and cling to you at closed in spaces? 
Whisper in your ear that I have no grievances to spare, so come to me, 
Come to me now, I want you to be here, love me now, I have a life to share. 
The effects are rollin over our bodies, like it can’t decide, 
Caught in between here and taking you out to be the ride of your life. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Shadows On The Wall

Shadows on the wall

When the sun goes down and shadows  fall
My thoughts turn to  pictures on my wall
My heart heaves a sigh for years gone by
And loved ones who have said goodbye
Those chubby hands that caressed my face
Have moved away to a distant place
And absent friends are still dear to my heart
Lo these many years we’ve had to part
My heart holds memories that will never fade
There is not one hour that I would trade
For the years of love that I found so rare
No precious jewels could ever compare


The sound of silence pervades the room
But I will not dwell on doom and gloom
For in my heart I hear music still
Of long gone voices and always will!
The sounds of laughter still sound in my ears
But now it’s grandchildren’s voices I hear
They stop and stare at the photos they see
Of their dad and mother, their grandfather and me
Photos of Aunts and Uncles…cousins galore
Bring unbridled laughter at the clothes we  wore
Time stands still  for all to see
And it makes me happy they’ll remember me!


My heart holds memories that will never fade
There is not one hour that I would trade
For the years of love that I found so rare
No precious jewels could ever compare
My Diamonds are here for all to see
My heart overflows…with my memories!

Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

For Sidney Ann's Picture Frame Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

EVERY HILL

Every hill is a reminder
that the earth had a designer.. What a plan
I'm God's greatest fan

Every hill has her peek
to climb to the top ya can't be weak.. What a ride
God's countryside 

Every hill has her story
from up here you see glory.. What a view
God thank you

For making hills like this.. To taste nature's bliss.. God thank you!

Sponsor: scott thirtyseven
Contest: The hills are alive with poetry
Date: 6-22-14


Details | Free verse | |

little pale lies


sometimes, i get a wave of sadness over me.

i love you, and i want to be with you,

but

you deserve someone

a little less neurotic

and

a little more normal.

someone who is honest when she whispers, “I’m so happy”

under the covers.

you make me happy.

but you shouldn’t have to change me like that.


Details | Lyric | |

It's Destny

It’s Destiny

It’s destiny, the trials the stormy weather
All the misery getting lost and feeling better      
The good, the evil, all those pains and joys          
They’re life, they’re part of every girl and boy.

Coincidence, it happens all the time
All those accidents 
all those good deeds and the crimes
They be a part of just the way it is
We’ve not much power when it comes to this

Like matchstick one be drifting
On a wild and stormy sea
As those waves like you be shifting
Well it’s your destiny
So melt like salt that thrown into the brine
Surrender to that ocean you’ll be fine.

Hey ecstasy it’s now it’s always here
And eternity, it’s you, it seems so clear
You’re being called to rise up from the dead
And head for those good places, you’ll be lead.


Details | Cowboy | |

Visiting the Badger Hole

Oh, the leaves are liquid yellow
As we ride on through Custer Park,
In search of that old Badger Hole:
Home of the poet Badger Clark.

Yes, we come to step back in time—
It’s a historic rule of thumb—
Where the city does not crowd you,
And man can be scattered some.

The old cabin now sits empty—
A last poetic monument—
Proving that words can still live on
Where men have lived and come and went.


Details | Sestina | |

Head Lines

The traffic was strident, lanes straight
the cars lined the street and froze rigid.
The cop with a glare of pure hate, directed
a line of gate crashers cutting.
The sidewalks segmented in rows, false
lure more tourists into a queue.

Cowed were young folk and old folks all queued
a ménage which was quite far from straight,
all had come for a peck at the Bard, false.
even a librarian or too, who waited with spines rigid,
and scowls on their lined brows like cuts
their critiques would be most direct.

Teens kiss in a clutch most directly 
their faces make braces of queues 
Scalpers hawk to the latecomers cutoff,
the elite meet and greet heading straight
for the red road with a rigid
line of bull filled with falsities.

Inside the antiquated theatre under false
the foot lights lining the aisles direct
Mayor and matron, gran and child in rigid
alleys to velvet seats also queued.
The stare of critic and patron glared straight
64 toward the author so pinned and cutting.

A bright white light cut
the chill air so false
and focused on drape lined straight
each fell open as artist directed
and orchestra swells filled their queue
and the author he sat stark and rigid.

His fate would he find in lines rigid
on the page of tomorrows review, they’d cut
make or they’d break his heart’s queue
these piranhas with smiles so false.
No fate could be more direct
this tonic he must imbibe straight.

So like dominoes, they fall lines rigidly, piercing cuts
Filleted be he by queues false,
in the end words directly aimed, straight to death cue.


Details | Free verse | |

La Peinture noire

translation below


Noir
Le noir, la nuit,rêves vides
Tu n’a jamais vu la noirceur comme moi
Le matin, tu te réveilles inlassablement
Le soleil, la pluie, un autre jour
Vous existez, moi, je rêve d'exister
Je dois faire naitre mon existence
Pour l'instant
Le noir est tout à fait l`obscurité
La nuit, le jour, les rêves
Tout, tout noir
Je prends mon pinceau,
En même temps je regarde ma peinture
Chaque jour, heure après heure
J’essaie de faire la peinture la plus magnifique
J’imagine mon tableau, explosant de pastels
A la fin
Je pleure
Quand je regarde mon chef d’œuvre
Tout simplement
Une peinture noire

Translation

The Black Painting

Black
The black, the night, empty dreams
You have never seen the blackness as I
The morning, you awake to whatever
The sun, the rain, another day
You exist, I dream to exist
I give birth to my existence
For the moment
The black is always the darkness
The night, the day, the dreams
All, all is black
I take my paint brush
At the same time I look at my painting
All day, hour by hour
I try to make a most magnificant painting
I imagine the painting, exploding in pastels
In the end
I cry
It is simply
A black painting


Details | Free verse | |

Red Silouehette

Agony poisoned every thorn on this rose
Feeding the ashamed for what they are worth
In countless times, where did these countless hours fall?
Aura suffocates our senses
Leaving a trail full of fear
Fear of the unknown
Bottled up, your heart shifts
Feelings of insecurity
Breaking the glass inside yourself
It robs your bones
From the inside out
So pale, you stand broken
Will you follow the smoke
That was left behind
For you to choke upon?


Details | Couplet | |

This doesn't make any sense

Blood like breath spilling from the lips
Life like death sailing and sinking ships

Dance in the sun, forget sorrow
Embrace into one; here comes tomorrow

Feel pain and die again
Never know when to say when

Love like life
There's blood on your knife


Details | Rhyme | |

secret crush

be still my heart just hush
ill get rid of this big bad crush
if only you knew how much i care
the kind of love i have for you is rare
you dont even know my hearts on fire
and that your the one that i desire
i dream of kissing your lips
but when i wake away you slip
be still my heart just hush
ill get rid of thei big bad crush
i wish i could tell you how i feel 
then your touch i wouldnt have to steal
you would be mine
with our hearts and body intertwined
i wouldnt have to dream
and i could be with you always
i wouldnt have to scheme
this secret is hard to keep
into my heart its etched deep


Details | Free verse | |

Scarred Tissue

scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue


Details | Couplet | |

FOREVER YOUNG

I am clueless to the way they act

They have changed a lot and that’s a fact

 

Why they are so is a mystery to me

The reason why, I just fail to see

 

But it seems to be about growing old

With age maybe the heart turns hard and cold

 

So forgive me if I choose to sit here and bite my tongue

And hope my heart and soul will stay forever young


Details | Lyric | |

Love Yourself First (Edited Version)

(Verse 1)
Calling to you from out of time
Just wanted to say
So sorry for the younger days
All of the mistreatments

(Verse 2)
Things I did without disgrace
Knowing now I was so wrong
Learning to understand many mistakes
A beating heart without trust

(Hook)
Before insecurities rap around tight
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first

Before a first impression shows your epic life
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first

Before confidence disappears into a shadowy night
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first

(Verse 3
Tenderly your heart to me 
Carelessly I set you free
Anger and guilt followed me
My heart has been swimming frantically

(Verse 4)
When love comes to stay
Just like a tool it too has a rule
Before dreams slip away
So many times asking why

(Hook)
Before insecurities rap around tight
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first

Before a first impression shows your epic life
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first

Before confidence disappears into a shadowy night
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first
Love yourself
Love yourself
Love yourself first


Details | Lyric | |

Save Me From Desperation

It's been so long since I could Feel you, Hold You I'm wondering if it was Just an Illusion For love For me could Not be real Nobody could Love over The Borderline, not even I So if you ask you'll know why I silently began to cry I need you here, to hold me I'm so scared without You I just want to Sleep forever Never stray away far Save me From Desperation Never Say It wasn't meant to be I can't take this lie You Kill me With this So much I hurt so much inside these words burn as I cry This life is destroyed without you The joy that comes is the Joy of the Empty The despair I'm prone to maynever wilt I way You could have been there You could have saved me but no you left I was here to stay In the Dark When the razor called me back You could have been my light throughout the eternal black My Soul Has yearned for but where are you Please come back to me I desire just a one word of comfort just from you, only from you Tell me this is just a Lie Just a Hallucination from my Mind I'm suffering I'm Dying I Need you I'm begging just for one word please save me from Desperation I'm the Petal You're the Wind Without You I can never go Far You're not here I'm now stranded alone In the plagued island of my mind only if you were here only If you here You could have Saved Me From Desperation


Details | Rhyme | |

From The Floor

To it they all fall.
Nameless faces to the game.
Broken in shame into empty spaces they do crawl.

One has to win for the other to lose.
The road takes many turns.
But we all meet defeat no matter which you choose.

Busted knuckles burnt bridges leaving 
a callus heart sore.
Life appears in many forms from the floor.

Ive tasted bitter endings claimed 
in regret.
Nights the soul does drift.
To a place I yern to forget.

Its a dream we no longer recall.
So distant to us now.
We question did we ever want it at all.

i'll gather my fragments oh a jaded heart 
as I act blind while you head out the door.
Then colapse and take it one more time
from the floor.


Details | Free verse | |

The Vanity of Religion

Your above, but you love me, don't you? just by your words, but not in your heart if that makes it easier to face me let it be a start You know what is better for me? pretend monsters and men with wings a place after the conscious leaves whats wrong in believing in eternal black peace? Then there was nothing, not even silence everyone shook by his outspokenness every last hope of his lies only in people who truly exist not of fairies in the sky but of heros like you and I who are not afraid to die and end all in the blink of the eye the eye that you say overseeing us all is probably the smarter for being the father of the story that gave hope to the helpless a crutch for me is useless Spirit in the sky I hear you late at night your with me as I cry against me when I lie guiding light shining always reminding I am never alone with a warmness inside I know that I'll make it with this religion defined as mine


Details | Rhyme | |

Disillusioned

Now I'm just a failure
Too afraid to make a mistake.
I've already been there,
Stuck in a route that leaves no breaks.
What is Your plan for me Father?
At once I thought I knew.
Now I'm disillusioned;
Please bring me back to You.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Deeper Understanding

When I was young the way ahead was clear,
The simple choices lay in front of me,
But easy street is such an empty one,
And I forgot the thrill of living free.

My heart must rue the blindness that held me,
The chances missed as I embraced my fear,
Those nightly dreams I thought could ne’er be mine
When walls of doubt denied all I held dear.

My eyes opened within a leap of faith,
And I stepped out of normality’s line,
I took a chance to live and be myself,
And there I saw my life could now be mine.

My heart may break into helpless despair
So it may know the wonder of a kiss,
To know love is to know bitterest pain
But love, wondrous love, makes life what it is. 





Form: Heroic Stanzas


Details | Rhyme | |

no title

you could say im cold and that i have a heart of stone 
if you looked into my eyes even you would feel alone 

in this chambered heart of mine lies a love thats never known 
in this deceitful world of souls i refuse to let my love be shown 

i harbor hatred for protection and fear as a shield 
my feet are shod with sorrow and anger is what i wield 

i refuse to play the fool..ignorance is for the masses 
i am no ones fool in this world full of vastness 

i live not in a house of bliss but reside in a house of pain 
my world is not full of sunshine ...just constant pour of rain 

i am no longer a product a commodity of someones gain 
i have manifested thoughts to break oppressions chains 

i embrace the darkness that gives meaning to the light 
and i embrace the terror that instills fear in the night 

i am one who sees the beauty when you turn your head in disgust 
i am one who sees perfection when all you see is rust 

you love to smell the roses and see beauty in a flower 
but refuse to acknowledge stench in beauties final hour 

a wilted rose a dying world a place of manifested thoughts 
decietful hearts in a spiders web deception is what your taught


Details | I do not know? | |

Dont regret

You can breathe, but not live,
You can know, but not understand,
Hope, and not dream
Conquer, and not build
You can love, and not risk
Be surrounded, yet alone,
Speak, without saying a word,
Lead and not follow
Or 
Breathe and live like it is your last,
Seek to understand, that you may know,
Dream so that others may hope
Conquer that which destroys
Love, like you are loved
Surround those who are alone,
Speak, with a word of action


Details | Rhyme | |

THE CREATIVE MIND IS LED BY THE PEN

And we thought that after a hundred writings the inspiration
suddenly ceases to exist making us completely wordless;
it's something we cause not seeking or following intuition, 
halting the flow of the fountain from which inspiration rushes.


Why show eagerness to be among the top ten? Poets,
be aware twriteethat the creative mind is led by a pen:
it's not too easy to compose original thoughts ...
should they imitate another and claim it as their own?    



Create works that others will read and remember,
don't assume that you aren't good enough as poet,
don't feel hurt by someone's idiocy, never pull your hair...
by making mistakes, you will improve your craft!



Diligence and patience will take you far and beyond,
realize that the creative mind is led by the pen creating an image
write passionately and get that sought-after reward....
all words written on paper become the testimony of a modern age.












Details | Rhyme | |

A Key to the Past

A key touched my heart I found in the drawer.
A key made me start to remember before.
Well used and patinad, it's one of a kind.
My heart starts to reel as my thoughts come to mind.

It's opened the door many times in my life.
To a place where I knew I was safe from the strife.
You just never know what you'll find when you clean.
It's surprizing what a key to the past can mean.

I woke up this morning one day further beyond.
I found this key, not unlike a magic wond.
It tansports me to a time and day.
Where the past can't be changed, no matter what you say.

I can't help but wonder what present keys will bring.
When I clean out this drawer next time, what truth will ring?
A key just as simple as simple can be.
Leaves me simply grateful for the effect it's had on me.


Details | Free verse | |

HOMER'S HUES


I’m waylaid by light-fingered perspectives, culpable 
clouds. Landscapes seethe in framed frustration 

within the near empty gallery. Oils of the Grand River 
surge under sensitive skin, currents that slyly drift 

past preservation, depths both shallow and deep. 
Banks barely hold supplicant trees, trunks creek-creek 

knowing eyes and layers hide orphaned fox cubs, 
three sleeping, according to imagination. 

There is a moment, a treason moment, when I consider
slipping the art from its pen, shooing it outdoors,

mindless of reason or consequence, as an act 
of empathy for boxed, wild strokes, genuine and replete

yet defiant. Paint speaks. Its heartbeat blinds as it 
repeats pastoral scenes with the ochre and puce

of distant thunder. I taste wind, smell resistance
in blues while inspiration splays fields prepared for rain,

a dance of wildflowers. Restored by a drowning in
umber, freed from worn floors. Watson’s mossy greens

hum. Gone, blood and bone, from body freed, 
for one hour I belong to another’s cherished miles

for one perfect hour I disappear into canvas and linseed. 





By Cyndi MacMillan, Nov 20, 2012
For Nette Onclaud's Synesthesia, Inner Body Movement Contest




*Homer Watson (1855-1936) was a Canadian landscape artist. The Homer Watson House and Gallery features many of his works, though his masterpieces are scattered around Canada. To see his painting, Near the Close of a Stormy Day, see the About this Poem link, if you are able.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ever Stronger Will

I've waited for so long for the this day to never come
The day when my soul flows free like a never ending flood
I've looked within my heart for the strength to bleed the blood
For the will to pull me forward and darkness to light the sun

So it’s a never ending battle of lies that forever stay true
Two souls entwined in combat with victory to prove
Will one surrender power and the other eat the fruit
or will eyes be opened wide to be blinded by the truth

So ponder this equation as the stars twinkle denials wrath
Is it better to live in the shadow of the leader of the pack
or peel up the edges of a transparent masquerade mask
and live the life forgotten while the enemy turns their back?

The endless road is long and winding, uphill all the way
The map is torn and tattered the lines are faded and gray
So I let my closed heart swing open and mend the edges frayed
My ever stronger will, will win this war someday


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Acrostic | |

Pain

P	ersistent , aching, gnawing, throbbing each with its measured degree

A	ll these are effortless words describing a state of being

I	ndescribable though is pain from personal grief when heart and spirit lay broken

N	o beating heart escapes, 'less its doors be sealed, shut and bolted


Details | Rhyme | |

What You Really Don't Like Me

What?  You Really Don’t Like Me?

Is there something about me,
 that you don’t like?
If you seen me today…
Would you want me to “take a hike?”

Perhaps it’s my personality,
 or a habit of mine.
You can’t stop talking about me,
much of the time.

Pointing out my faults to some
 of the people you know…
The words you say are actually
 eating at your soul!

Instead of loving me, the way
 God wants you to…
You bring up things about m,
 you’re not supposed to do!

Have you ever just once,
took the time to pray for me?
Am I someone you want to be with
for eternity?

STOP! And think about the damage
 you’ve already done!
Begin to pour out your heart
 to Jesus, God’s son!

May he help you to really LOVE me
 the way he does!
The cross he bore was for you and I…
Whom he loves!

May your thoughts about me,
make your heavenly father proud!
I hope to see you as we meet Jesus one day…
In the clouds!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Refusing To Listen

Everyone telling me where to go:
Turn left,
Turn right.
I don't even know who to listen to anymore;
I don't even know who I am anymore.
God, please speak to me
And tell me where to go
And show me what to do
Because Your voice is drowning out in the madness
Or maybe I am just refusing to listen.


Details | Acrostic | |

Angel

A lways there for me when I need you
N ever stop to think of yourself
G uiding me thru the dark towards the light
E ndeavoring all just to be there for me
L iving life by my side


this is Acrostic try it it's fun


Details | Rhyme | |

This is how i live

I dip my pen in plasma
Write my rhymes in blood
Immortal soldier stopping emotions with a mental plug
I put my game-face on and hit the battlefield
Turning insults to motivation make my writings feel
Never hypocritical
I never change like reciprocals
Steady swimming forward, like a shark because its critical
No rest, only the strong survive
Mental toughness keeps me focused and keeps my eyes dry

This is how i live
This is what i feel
Thoughts of a warrior bred with a heart of steel
Decorate my chest with a metal for fierceness
Bible says I'm blessed I'll live on guiltless
My heart is cold
Frozen from hurtful words
And attempts of spiritual homicide always in my face
I shrug them off and stay moving at a steady pace


Details | Free verse | |

Take me Away, Alive or Awake Part 1

Take me Away, Alive or Awake
by ~CrimsonSmolder

In the lands of consumption 
On the edge that is so narrow 
Take me away; alive or awake 
Take me away; by force or compulsion 
Oh malicious being you..
Capture me whole and breathing 
Drug me high 
And pain me less
And you shall gain 
What other lacked to impress
In a room so velvet 
Blood is mistaken for carpet 
Curtains turn to shadows
Take me there; Alive or awake
Lay me down on a bed of roses 
In a dress of scarlet and pale light black 
With hair so curly that shines solid lust 
Where candles are lit and halos are exposed
Drug me high 
To pain me less
As I stare in those passionate eyes of black 
Genuine, yet unveiling
As the drug gives me nausea but keeps me awake
I Lay so still, so wordless
As you rid me from my clothes slowly and gently 
And I just stare into those exquisite eyes of yours
Lashes as dark and long
I stare onto that black soft hair 
As it falls perfectly to all sides
That built muscular rigid torso and lean abs 
That open shirt of yours waiting for the skin to expose
You put yours hands to my sides 
Tough yet it feels so soft
As you enter me whole
Introducing feelings of excitement, of tension, of delight 
Yet I still lay motionless and still 
With eyes so indifferent 
And a heart beating so fast 
And yet you pause, and produce a dagger
Hidden in thee black silk 
Its poison, peering silver, visible at the hilt
I notice, but no reaction follows
You pierce me lightly in the neck and breast 
Slipping it lightly, yet in some places deeper into the skin
You lower your aim and strike it slowly yet smotherly to my stomach
A bit of blood escapes my mouth; you wipe it tentatively with your hand
You aim lower, cut deep into the abdomen
Yet you continue to kiss me, and caress my check, leaving scars of red everywhere 
Droplets of a beautiful color ooze soothingly from thee cuts
A feeling of lust consumes me 
A rage of vulnerability conquers me
A sick pleasure overwhelms me 
I try. I will.
And I produce all might to put my hands behind your neck 
My legs around your waist 
And I kiss you and love you 
And sense fades yet the heart still wants
Still lusts, still orders
Yet the blood continues to pour 
The body begins to suffer 
And pain a bit I begin to sense
As I wince, surrendering my arms to my chest 

There's a 2nd part, please do read it c:


Details | Personification | |

A Bee Sting

In the catacomb of love
Honey makes' the Bees' sting
                  -
Feelings' fit nothing like
             Gloves
                  -
But there is nothing like
  Trouble sleeping in
The Catacomb of Love
When my Heart dare not
Flutter at the sound of love
Buzzing around my ears'
And Thy Heart thus sing'
In a infinite algorithms'
             -Of-
Oh, Who is to say,
What could
      There be
A sympathy filled
With Harmony

             GF


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Froze

My heart stop sometimes and then it skips beats what is it 
telling me???

That my life is short and if I don't get you back it will stop 
completely

Come back to me and heal this froze heart of mine take me 
into your arms
and embraces me with this pain 

Give me that nice and understanding part of you bring the 
sun into my darkness of love that I have because 

of you life couldn't be better without use together so open 
up them windows and let the sun shine in

Renew our friendship to inreplaceable pull together the 
strength of love and forever keep use hole


Details | I do not know? | |

Words are words

Words are words
what good are words if the'yre not lived by
Say one thing do another-
a lie is a lie

Right is right
not made by two wrongs
I'm finding truth
in the saddest songs

This house is not a home
You're here
but I'm alone

A smile is a smile
anyone can wear
the truth is the truth
you won't find it there

But you pretend you don't know 
you know I'm pretending
Don't ask, don't tell; 
ignore the message I'm sending

Love is love
it's only as real 
as the fake smile that flaunts it
a heart is a heart
but what good is a heart 
if nobody wants it


Details | Blank verse | |

Meaningful Screw You's

I'm done with this I've had enough of this/
Slushy trip since Hell Paso son just quit
This empty pursuit
Of letting the past keep livin' through you/
Go ahead and equip the damn truth
It is that simple to choose
What state of the neighbor of the temple you use
But you're just so adamant to worship/
Every preliminary negative
Which is why you have sentiment for those sedatives
Want evidence man your head has been/
Set on making your *****Titanic as
You steer into a gigantic crash/
Without any ****ing idea what effect thy absence has/
On the kids and on me too/
My heart feels ripped the honest truth/
To see you empty as your holes in the wall
You're like a ghost to us all/
Pale as the Seroquil pills you down/
I want to help but under the meds what you feel gets drowned/
I have the inauspicious fear you'll end up just like Tommy
That's why I pray every night/ I can't lose you Robbie


You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)


Why can't you just forget the past
Take some time to look at the bigger picture and not be back in a flash
We're Kruger (pronounced close to sounding like Kroger)/ the fear you helped restore gives me bags
And I'm beyond tired of takin' attacks from your last-
Ing grudge for my darker days/
I love you but I wish to part our ways/
There's only so much my heart can take
In terms of holes and you immerse me in 'em the Spartan way/
It's not our choice we're physically far away/
And yes half the reason is me that our spark gave way/
But this time it's your fault that our world is shaking
You shut me out because the ears of another girl were waiting/
It seems that even for Britney your concern's decaying
It's ****ed up/ 'cause you never acknowledged how much I changed/
'Cause of our rapport me and my fam are pretty much estranged
**** these games you love to play/ 'tween now and then nothin's changed
Good luck not lovin' me as much as pain


You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)


For a year it's been suicide with clues to find solutions I/
Don't think you're usin' my heartful l advice/ damn dude have I
Not been full of time so you could find/ reasons for you to not be blue and live/
But everytime I cope a sit and let you vent/ you walk off and do the opposite/
Talk about exhausted *****try listenin' to all your promises
And problems it's/ a shame how it's all turned out
I'm so burnt out/
I'll be the last to say this won't work out/
If you take your anger out on me again like I'm a dating spot/
Speakin' of those feelings that you refrain from not (knot)-
Icing was it honesty/ or rants of despar (as in spar) ity exasperated by deprav (as in im"prov") ity/
Or is there a real fervor (as in carni"vore") for me
If so then why you ignor (same as above) ing me/
For a Vai's you say you are not strong enough to close
Go **** yourself with a rubber hose
I don't care where the **** it goes/
I was there when no one was and this' the thanks I get
Never was I a dick to you so why'd you wank me *****/
My tears have turned into repressed anger/
For you a brother to me now a depressed stranger
That I have to put up longer than my dress' hanger


You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)


Details | Free verse | |

Forty-Six Cents

I went to Church this morning with my head already bowed.
I would hear the sermon, but my heart was heavy now.
Sooner or later I would put my offering on the plate.
And tied to that offering was an envelope with my name.
I wouldn’t relent using the envelope; it was a matter of pride to me.
Even if a few would know my plight and shame, this eve.
Truly it was all I had… but giving less isn’t a sin, 
So I tried to hold my head up, as I put the envelope in.
Last Sunday I didn’t go, and regrets have plagued me so…
So here I am at church with my both my head and heart rightly bowed.

Jesus gave us a parable of a poor woman and what she gave.
Would I have less courage than to do the same?
The church is built upon offerings and dutiful work, too.
And I’m unable to work so the offering will have to do.
Forty-Six Cents may not seem like much.
But I will pay my portion as best as I can do.
The amount isn’t monumental and maybe won’t be felt.
But even small amounts help add to the Church’s work.
So as I lay my envelope down… It is with some small hope… 
My prayer this day became… that in some small way it will be felt.


Details | Free verse | |

Tongue

Words trembling

At the sticky tilt
Wanting to leap off.


Will you

Help me

Tease

It out

To roll the R's -- To swirl the tongue
To purse the lips -- To spill the beans

No truth potion, no torture
Could make me confess
The sound of night's indigo voice
And what it whispered.


In your soul mirror
I saw

All that you possessed--
The songs of a thousand kingfishers
Shimmering intangible colours
And my lute that you took away
Pledging infinity in return.


I see its point
When it holds back

Pink eyeless screaming worm
Blindly trashing
Rolling back
Imprisoning itself

A muggy cave of beginnings. Here, I
Stick out my neck, unstick those words.

Put your tongue
Where it belongs

You know where--


Deeper.

Probe for me

Among the distilled
molecules of my

Fragmented self.


Stifle my cries
O prying mouth. Seek
The lyrical secret.

Crush my words
Winged monsters

I want to speak
With my wounds.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



Details | Haiku | |

Life-Haiku

Twists and turns are life
Happy or sad, you decide
It shall stay that way


Details | Terzanelle | |

Wisdom In Pink

Day closed the page in pink
Hazel is the perfect color that should be painted in aesthetic
At the time I sing the thirst, drips politely slink

I ended each stanza in my perspiration strokes which almost static
No longer confined to the leaden nor sooty cavity
Hazel is the perfect color that should be painted in aesthetic

I no longer limiting clause in the stratum of my sanity
In the paradigm I dig the esoteric passion... found, still implied
No longer confined to the leaden nor sooty cavity

New world revealed the window of heart which ever snide
Once again I tried to crawl on the existence of a sense
In the paradigm I dig the esoteric passion... found, still implied

Monotony ever buried the blockade of nous in a mature life of dense
Common sense stood, lived independently in undisputed 
Once again I tried to crawl on the existence of a sense

Ego on behalf of inspiration left me on deserted
Common sense stood, lived independently in undisputed 
Day closed the page in pink
At the time I sing the thirst, drips politely slink

Wisdom mode on
Terzanelle in deep
Will the sky come in pink?


Details | Rhyme | |

Feeding My Father To The Devil

The rage begins again in the very first verse
Because of my Dad’s sin, I have been consumed by this curse!
And so the battle rages inside of me, and things seem to get worse
You’ll see the many stages of my poetry; I’m blowing up my Father’s universe!

I express the hurt in my heart about growing up as a kid
This stress will not rest when I think of my Father and the things which he did
The anger I feel for this “stranger” grows, and haunting memories fill my head
A tear drop, I beg him to stop, and Heaven knows, I want him dead!

A childhood pain nearly driving me insane, is who I am today
My poetry is like cocaine getting me high; I am a samurai with my wordplay!
I’ve grown up a fighter, now as a writer, I’ve reached that level
And the heaviness on my heart gets lighter when, I think of feeding my Father to the devil!


If you've been sexually abused by a family member, know that you're not alone-
That you do have a voice.  Reach out to others!  W/love, Jimmy


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

'HEALING'

The beauty I see in things 
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.

A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.

Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.

My soul still whispers to God for you 
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming. 

Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms 
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....

Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes 
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....

Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind 
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood

And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........

No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Free verse | |

Melting the Metal Mind

Industrial love
It's the virtue and vice
and the silver cut ice
on a river of mercury neurons
Memory made
It's the liquid mistake
of impossible break
on a spiraling psyche for aeons.


Details | Haiku | |

PASSION IS ESSENCE

                                                 passion is essence
                                             of arts lie in deep of heart
                                                shines all expressions

                                                  sensitive feelings 
                                           tells no lies in love sorrow 
                                                 depicts true beauty


Details | Rhyme | |

Their Winter Bed

Something about a sunny winter's slanting light
Makes one want to spend sunny lazy afternoons
In sunlight that seems just to lift world's weight
While in one's heart there beats merry tunes

Winter afternoons wonderful time for us
Living our wintertime without a scar
Worked through years that have made all difference
This wintertime is made up of things that just are


Wintertime prepares one's heart for most anything
The slant of the afernoon's sun impedes despair
Even plants, animals overcome all winter's affliction
They sway and dance with the slant fo warm air


Stand_ears erect, twitch different ways listens
As if they are holding their warm moist deep breath
Now renewed by the slanted light run the distance
To their winter's bed, where this time winter won't mean death


Details | Rhyme | |

A Perfect Painting

If one is compelled to stay longer,
If one’s senses are assailed,
If one is driven to suppose its motivation,
If one is urged to seek detail,

If the palette makes its statements,  
If each stroke helps one define,
If the subject can be seen anew,
If one seeks to know the artist’s mind,

If one sees therein a beauty,
If one somehow identifies,
If one feels their heart is touched,
If one is thankful for their eyes,

If one is moved to remember,
If one can see it in one’s mind,
If one is pushed to revisit,
If one seeks out more in kind,

If the painting is acclaimed or 
If it's “art” to only one;
Then it’s a perfect painting,
And its work is done.


Details | Triolet | |

Black rain is gonna fall: A Triolet

Black rain is gonna fall: Triolet
----
The clouds are gathering to again 
over the far-flung island of dark, black mud. 
The wound of last lashing is still raising pain. 
Shhh… clouds are gathering to pound again.
Meandering the village, flows the river stain 
with the bodies of men, beings; swept huts.
Now, clouds are gathering to again 
over the flooded earth, broken and suffered. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

Playing that Ovation

Guitar;
black slick 
acoustic difficulty
for minds that show teeth
grit 
defiant stand
serve as road block

in the way of raw expression
ART
bullheaded you
self made doubter
lover of fail at yir' right hand 
tripping over what's left
notes chords
waiting on deck for launch
beside yir'self with holding back
somewhere
beneath hard crust 
molten lava pops
pours 
and subsequently maneuvers
right through the bullshit
to seep through
porous walls you've built
so get busy playing  that Ovation
and channel some of that pent-up guilt


Details | Ode | |

A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.


Details | Rhyme | |

taboo

Hidden
A secret
Must keep it 
Forbidden to be in the same area or even seen with 
Sharing a secretive kiss and passionate
Hugs and whispers of love
Outwardly detached except to who's above
Footsteps creeping wood creaking 
Bed rails leaning wanting more than a fling
Yurning for the other perspective
All the guts but not the full glory of affection
My bed room you laying in
No
Must be like night.....silent
Holding close from a distance
Being cautious of signs n
Sunrise again 
Gotta let go 
Even tho 
Shed no tears but my insides are welded up and drowning
Days to long til arms embrace and hair gets velcrowed to my face 
The moon shines on my back as I make tracks from days lacked of poise
Coming in must make little noise
Fiddle with my lifesize toy that holds the key to this heart that's bolted shut and nailed up with boards
But can open all the doors
Sunrise again
Must place u in my head til the moonlight allows my heart to be opened 
Always left wanting more
The bad breath
The nights not slept
The sheets unkept
The hair a mess
The pain and suffering
The stress
The whole Damn package
Just
Not so lucky enough yet
Until next time where the moonlight will hold the spell of a taboo love kept......Peace


Details | Narrative | |

Title Taken

The page laughing at me the canvas cold and blank.
Winter filled room in the middle of june.
Why had my heart run a ground on such jagged shores.

Now I scavage for remains of my soul.
ragged I wonder would anyone remember me apon my return.
Would she stand smile apon face and regret in heart.

The page stayed empty for a reason.
They were all gone the great titles along with there writers.

Me the fool brave or foolish enough to  attempt the
impossible  with little to show for it.
A broken relationship and some bad tattos  in 
some  weird places.

To be stuck down in a  hollow .
Is fine  with suplies lowand the truth a sober mind brings 
time was ticking the false deadline was apon me.
And like a kid trying to cram in every answer on a school test.
I was stuggling  waitting for the teacher to say times up.

Hands shaking from the need throat dry  and a headache
that would last for a week.
Why had it always come to this  isolation.

Maybe it was the roads way of calling me back.
Like a lover calling me back to bed.
To entangle untill the mornings light.

Yet just like a passionet affair the struggle for the title 
kept me trapped to this place for nights on end.
You cant grasp what is never yours its 
like trying to see that sweet southern breeze.

Everytime you find  one with which your heart agree's 
 You find the titles taken.
life and love will always  bring you to your knees.


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


Details | Narrative | |

The Hobo

Time's moments takes it's toll
 adding gravitational pull
 
To a body, so weighed down
 His chin can touch the ground
 
With pain visible on his face
 He lives sans his wit, and grace
 
A life of selfishness, his crime
 now sentenced, to a duel with time
 
And time's blatent tenacity
 plus it's control over eternity
 
Reminds the man how much it's cost
 for him to realize what he's lost
 
So he wears time's final wrath
 As he walks life's thorny path
 
All alone without a friend
 He walks the path to journey's end


Details | Free verse | |

Strings

back and forth,
running with a string
i dance, back and forth
flowing like a ribbon
the wings of a butterfly,
flapping endlessly
the songs that i sing
mimmick the life 
beneath my skin
reveal the truth that's missing
try, to see my eyes
move, to see my pride
i am the endless flow
that lives alongside every moment
whether it's here or not
in every hidden escape
beyond the skies
that the insane have created
to arrange this line of seperation
this line of time
to decipher what is dead and what is alive
pulling me, i resist
i rise, slowly into the sun
resisting this motion
my senses inexistent
my aura, surrounding within
with wings like a dove,
soaring between clouds of coffins
picturing memories
that once existed somewhere
once before
back and forth,
stumbling,
i am being guided on a string
to soon collide
in a cosmic explosion
sweet memento mori
surrounding my frames
in flames,
these strings exist too
they are a part of me
a part of you
what have we got in common
is it the color of the string
or who is higher in the wind
who we can not see
what we do not believe
a point of certainty
resting between sanity and insanity
that the world has not yet reached


Details | Free verse | |

Insignia of My Psyche

The complexity of my mind
is a kaleidoscope of colors, 
blending together with my moods, 
melting with my personality.

In the state of darkness, 
the murky browns and grays
swirl like a fog, 
encroaching on solitude

Happiness explodes in a rainbow
of bright hues and illumination,
vivid and rich in their depths,
bursting forth across the vast horizon.

Anger beats in pools of red,
pulsing to a beat that pounds within.
Graphic splices slashing across the canvas.
Drums beating, pounding, with tempos rising.

Passion breathes in deep purples.
Magenta draws swords against indigo.
Saturation’s of sensations,
dissipating into midnight blue of release.

Serenity blossoms within orchards of green
Lime to Olive; Celadon to Sea
Flowing, drifting, soothing
Melting into a pool of contentment.

Oh spectrum of lights and shades
how you fulfill me. 
Desires that form substance under your artistic palette,
absorb then scatter, reflecting my inner energies.


Details | Rhyme | |

the search inside

When life is spinning out side your mind, 
and you find your self soul searching for the truth inside.
Look on ahead to the left, right, a little behind, 
Then get ready to embrace the change or just let it ride.

For the day may come when you let your guards down,
And the pain in your heart is all that's to be found.
Your soul will feel like but a whisper in the wind,
With this one chance for you to start over again.

Then you will be ready to listen with your heart far within,
Wanting with a deep feeling to be free, you will be able to begin.
Take a deep breath of fresh mental air, And exhale your troubles away.
Open your mind and listen with care, to what your heart has to say...

Love an peace are the beautiful things that come from within thee,
Share them with the world and all that should see.

With every moment that passes by, 
Give yourself a chance to embrace not deny,
All the world has to offer you As you let your spirit fly.


**Another beautiful collab with Dan Kearley**
3/2/12


Details | Free verse | |

Inspiration

Onion skin pages and empty windows
Repel us as much as attract—
Possess brief images locked fast in place—
Memory melded in faded photographs of thought.

We are things we once were—
Frozen kaleidoscopes of dreams
Cupping eyes and pens so tightly,
Casting free flaxseeds of imagination.

Still, sepia leaves seem white-boned
And open windows let in absences.


Details | Free verse | |

Wasted Time

Lost in a moment of waiting
patiently wasting away 
Eventually, is my motto
and maybe is where I reside

Another sunrise, another sunset
I'm still here twiddling thumbs 
Any day now is my hotel room
passing the time, is my specialty 

Here I am again dillydallying 
bidding away all my time
I'm another second closer 
I know it's comming so so soon

There is no time to waste
That's what I've heard before,
but to me I find time plentiful
and so I toss it aside carelessly 

lost in a moment of waiting 
I'm still here twiddling tumbs
I'm yet another second closer 
There is plenty of time to waste.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


Details | Free verse | |

Just To let You Know

I’ve eaten the chocolates you brought last night
   in the box that was prettier then the taste of the candy
 
   oh… 
forgive me, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful
 
   but... 
I’m not that kind of girl you know 
  one who is bribed by roses and Whitmans 

   nor...
am I likely to fall for fluid practiced lines
  meant to make a girl swoon and fall in love 
for a careless hour of your time
  with your hungry, shallow anticipations…
of removing my pearls and chemise
 
  you know…
the one who waits with excited expectations
  for your silvery seductions...
just yearning to be seduced 
  by your lover boy’s touch
 
  or …
for a midnight tryst 
  that ends before it even begins
 
  oh yes... 
I see your majolica, opaque heart 
  It reveals the opacity of your dull mind 
 
  nay,...
you interest me not 
  my heart rises to the golden boy
the one who laughs with his eyes
 
  and...
he really does see me with his heart
  the one who listens- who knows the color of my eyes 
he spends $1 on my favorite kind of licorice

  not… 
$20 for a meaningless box of chocolates or…
  roses meant only to impress
 
he's the one who learns quickly 
  he really wants to know things about me
those little endearments…
 
  you know...
like what my middle and last names are
  he knows and sees what I have to offer
it will be appreciated by a true heart 

for I am not an empty headed
  young, seductress 
  waiting...
to sweep you off your feet 
with empty lines and ploys 

  no...
I am not that she 
  who expects fancy gifts 
unloading your checkbook of it's contents
  putting out her soul for sale

  no...
I'm not some plastic Tinker toy 
  you put together and then pull apart
 
  so… 
I think I’ll just wait until he comes along
  If not…
when I’m alone I’m happy 
  the smell of the dogwood
their fragrance in the breeze
  I’m okay with just being me


Details | Rhyme | |

It's what I do

It’s what I do

There’s something about these early morns
They make me want to write
Each day My heart feels so brand new
That it be my delight
To sit here putting words to paper
As they well up from my soul
Which clears me up. And cleans me out
And make each moment whole

I don’t know really, why I do it
I guess it’s what I do
But I can tell you one and all
It makes me feel brand new
To put this stuff down on a sheet
And know I’ve done it well
Though whether good, or mediocre
I really cannot tell.

I know that I’ll be doing this
Until my dying day
Each morning for so many years
I’ve woke up in this way
‘I’ll write some poems for my wife
That’s what I love to do
And then I’ll watch the dawn come in
Then I’ll write a poem or two

And I’ll write about most anything
I don’t care what it is
I’ll write of love, I’ll write of death
I can only tell you this
Each word that wanders from my pen
Is as true as it can be
It be the way one sees the world
As it comes filtered through me.

30 June 3013 : 0508hrs.


Details | Personification | |

Don't Be Such A Twitt

*************Note***************
I have an message and this in not a kidder, I now have a sight on TWITTER; I am staying here but, I would appreciate it if all of my poet friend's would lend me their support and just hummor me their....Your friend in the pen/G.FIELDS

Twitter: @GaryFields3
Facebook: wildthangmonkey131
Hotmail: mediancircle131@hotmail.com


Consider Twitter

For so long
I have heard about
Twitter
Such an proposition
And that is my mission
         --------
To spread that Poetry
Far and wide
That is because
That is my intention
         ------
The people of Poetry Soup
Shower's me with pride
          -------
To say the least
Ye shall alway's be my guide
          ------
I need all of thee
Daily comment's fore they
Are unique
The kind of response
That I would like to keep
         -------
I will be there for
DR. RAM, The Sweet Heart too
And the Destroyer XX
Who know's what's next
Hope she stay's on my back
And not cut me no slack
            --------------
Nothing sexual of course
Her sentiment's are exact
Hell, all I need is a spell-check
        --------
Or to speak of CAROL'
She's sharp as an arrow
Sharp as a tack
With the nack
 For poetry
        ------
She could give you
An heart attack
         ------
This is not good bye
So, don't you fret
But, do follow me there
Fore {Poetry Soup} 
Is not finish with me yet

             GF

Your friend in the pen/G.FIELDS     KISS>kiss>kiss-up!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

~Of An Midnight Black~

~OF AN MIDNIGHT BLACK~


'TWAS TH' DARK'ST OF NIGHTS,BOURNE OF AN UN~HOLY EVE...
AS BLACK~FALL SEALED IT'S WOMB,TH' MOURNING SKY HAD SLIT IT'S VEINS
AN VENOMOUS MIST SPAT ASP'LY,'GAINST TH' PANES OF MINE HAUNT
OF NO QUESTION I CONFIRMED,THIS AFFAIR WOULD BE NICHE'D IN ARCANITY

MI'OL GRAN'DAD CHIMED,PROUD N' TRUE~11~12...13!?...AS TIME STOOD STILL...
AN DEATHLY SILENCE SHRIEKED,SPEAR'NG THROUGH MY SKULL'S SOCKETS
TH' PAIN THEN BORED TO BASIS,AS IT LOCKED LEECHLY TO ME IT'S HOST
IN AN SUDDEN STROKE OF TRANCE,MY FEAR WAS FORMED INTO FEROCITY

TH' WALLS WHICH HAD CONFINED ME,BURST AGAPED TO OBLIVION...
APPROACHING FROM TH' DISTANCE,GUTTERAL GROWLS SPLICED TH' STILL
AN JET PENUMBRA LUNGED,STEAMING FROM TH' GRAVE DEPTH'S FRIGIDITY
WITH NONE FEELING FOR FLIGHT,I LEAPT DETERMINED FOR TH' CLASH

GNARLED DIGITS GRASPED FIXLY,TO DENY ME MINE BREATHS...
CRIMSON SPARKS SPEWED,WITH EACH BLOW I SEQUENCED TO IT'S FORM
BLOODY FUME REVEALED MY RIVAL'S IDENTITY...TH' ONE TOO FAMILIAR FOE
AS VISIONS OF HIS PURGED PREY,APPENDED ME AN HATRED SMITHED BLADE

WITH EACH HEW I RENDERED,SOULS GUSHED FROM OPEN WOUNDS...
ADHERING THEMSELVES TO MY BEING,AS ATTENDANTS FOR MINE SCOURGE
AS TH' BEAST'S PATE BECAME SEVERED,HIS CLUTCH WAS THEN RELEASED
OF THAT MIDNIGHT MOST BLACK,I WAS JUSTICE...WELL SERVED


~AZAZA~'09


Details | Free verse | |

Nevermore

We do not compare to one another.
My skin is the coal the people used.
Your skin is the powder the flappers adore.
My soul is deep and my heart is pure.
Pure as white!
Your soul is shallow and your heart is dark.
Darker than the skin my poeple hold.

We may not compare, but you are my brother.
Not by blood
or by class.
We are fused-
fused by lives we live and the past we lived 
We are connected forevermore. 

There was a master and he was cruel. 
The crakel of the whip was the electric shock of my greats.
There was no hope for the slave that cried.
There was no voice for the slave that would not hide.

Flight was the tantalizing thought.
The slave hadn't a chance to live in flight or freedom.
Their was only the need to fight.
Fight to live and fight to breathe.
Those greats so far down kept on fighting.
They kept on preserving.
They had their beauty that could never be touched.

White Man, White Man listen to me. 
I was the coal that was used.
I was the coal that was taken from its home.
I was the coal that was discarded and given freedom.

The flappers are young and they love their powder.
You will be used and you will become the slave.
I am the coal that is free.
You are the powder that is used.

My beauty will never will fill a white mans body. 
Too much has been seen and too much has been lived.
No white can hold ?my? strength and no white can hold ?my? beauty.
They are mine and forever will be.

My soul is deep and my heart is pure. I shall not be condemed to this life no more.


Details | Lyric | |

Gould's humming

In the first aria he begins to hum.
This is the trace of true art and magic.
Ghostly. 
At one with the music but different and beyond. 
An hors-texte someone might say.
I ponder the enduring nature of this experience, 
this ghost of the artist, 
unbidden, improvised, unscored, not even beautiful, 
but it becomes what I listen for each time:
To search again for the traces of the dead in our lives. 


Details | Free verse | |

Musical Entities

At the top of this mountain
My heart pounding
Aware of all i possess
Once upon a time in vacancy land,
I close this book,
It's last words read,
The power,
I watch as the waves spread
Layering over the crowd
Suffocating us all within unity
The ground shakes
As i lye here
Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh
Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin
Sand sinking further in my back
Golden braids blend with the light
The grass reveals orange
Illuminiscent beauty,
A land once vacant,
Now taken over by the power of sound
The waves descend,
Ascending farther past this plain
Clouds breathing
Whispering echoes heard from this surface
Over and over,
Once again,
We are counting on this feel
We are losing the hours into the night
The full moon beams patterns
Never seen before,
Only to be cherished for this night
This moment in reality,
A body of vibrations
With ties so loosely,
Woven in and out of structures
Between the buried and me,
We remain threads of certainty,
In this moment,
Dependent on one another,
Through the body of the greater
The body of the ocean,
Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity
To accomodate the loss some of us have never found
I watch as stars fall on my face
Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before
Rising to greet the occassion,
The waves pick me up and guide me through the music


Details | Rhyme | |

Inspiration

It comes almost as quickly as it goes.
But I know that if you feed it, it grows.
It is a brilliant spark.
A flash of light in the dark.
Nothing that I can see, touch, or hear.
Perhaps it has always been there.
Waiting to be brought into the light.
Waiting for wings to take flight...
Ready and ripe, to be cultivated.
Just willing to be motivated.
There waiting for me to breathe the life into it.
Prepared and ready inside of my own intuit.
Calling it to life, setting it into motion.
Created from a spark of my emotion.
Molded by my own creation.
Brought to life out of my imagination.
Blossoming is the seed I have sown,
Now it takes on a life of its own,
And it burns with light from my fire,
To go forth into the wide world and inspire.


Sarah Comstock
12/12/10


Details | Rhyme | |

This very minute

I need no contest to write a poem.
The soul of my heart is where I call home.
I just look inside this very minute.
And then I know that I can win it.

It's not that contests are not a good thing.
But competition and rules never make my heart sing.
I know a girl who writes everyday.
Inspired by contests, she has lots to say.

I love this involvement with rythem and rhyme.
My only complaint is, I've not enough time.
But if you've inspired me, thank you so much.
It's kind of like dating and having to go dutch.


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

We Breathe

Spring‘s gone,
Summer days,
Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace.
Silently, I gaze from secret place 


Consumed by memories
Of happiness shared of you and me,
Snowy days spent by the fire 

Entangled souls seemingly 
We beat the odds with evenness
Blissfully…

In this present moment, a longing touch rises within
Where giddy hearts still afire
Passionately so…

In an instant,
It begins to rain within, 
I sigh, you sigh -- We
Breathe…


Details | Rhyme | |

Mystical Dreams

Hypnotic trances veiled with incomprehensible metaphors, 
epiphanies flooding like colossal waves swallowing the shores, 
drowning in visions of pestilence with bodies devoured by soars, 
decaying remains of humanity covering the floors, 
The DreamCatcher reflecting images of apocalyptic wars, 
projecting the inevitability that everybody just ignores, 
let me show you what it's truly like to open up spiritual doors.


Details | Ballade | |

As dusk comes

As dusk comes.

I’m at the window, looking out
Upon this light filled day
Billie Holliday sings softly
And the suns rich golden rays
Paint the world, all shades of green
As those happy children talk
And gentle people filled with life
Right by my window walk.

Today, it be a perfect day
With spring there just ahead
The sun shines down so perfectly
It seems the winter’s dead
As Rosella parrots filled with colour
Feed from a small seed bowl
And tiny wrens do twitter sweetly
And the evening soothes my soul.

People sounds can’t hide the silence
That comes just pre to dusk
The days soft story fades away
And does the darkness trust.
So mystic moon might shine on down
To paint the rivers grace
With the glory of her soul
And the essence of her face.


Details | Free verse | |

You Could be Colorless

Do you remember the morning
you woke up and realized
the world was a piece of art?

Did it feel like standing at the edge of the ocean
for the first time
and being unable to understand
comprehend
the life just below what you could see?

And do you wonder 
if it was as beautiful as those white walls
in hospital rooms you saw
the first time you opened your eyes?

Because it was like seeing clearly
for the first time 

And did it make you think
that sunsets were paintings 
and the artist just had more ideas
than one canvas could hold?

And do you realize
for a second
that each person you see is an idea
that someone couldn't contain?

I can't tell you how this all came to be
and you can't tell me I'm wrong

But have you ever stopped to think
that of all the things we are and aren't
we could be colorless?


Details | Free verse | |

Hope

The quagmire of the heart has many gems in mud:
Crocus, water lilies, and the mineral of blood
Life and faith for a better day
When we shall say again everything is good. 
Love ever adorns the twinkle of the stars,
And all things are possible because we believe
Though seasons change and the heart deceives.
Earth wears our love like a cloak
And we walk naked in the mirage of light
Two strangers passing through each other
Oblivious to the tiger I keep out of sight.

But O the citadels that poets here write
Makes a man want to stay forever
With one log to mesmerize the tiger tonight -
Spring is a new poem everywhere
Making us older with passing time
From naked trees spring grows fresh again
And this eternity in our hearts will not fade
The hill hides eternity over the glade.
O hear me, the tiger is only an enemy of the eye
Truth is the sunshine of the soul
Hope epitomize in the brevity of truth flies like a swan,
One feather is all I need for wings.


Details | Rhyme | |

Betrayed

My head betrayed my heart today
In a failure to submit
To my heart’s new chosen path
In which I do permit

Myself to be among the few
Who have openly declared
That we are proud and unashamed
And finally prepared

For what this world could hurl our way:
Hatred and a lack of rights,
Violent crimes and broken homes,
And frightened sleepless nights.

My heart was fine to take a stand,
But my head was too afraid
So I remained amidst the crowd,
Enduring the charade.

My head betrayed my heart today
For my head was simply weak
And altogether terrified
To hold its own and speak.


Details | Verse | |

Chaos

Rushing here, there and everywhere,
A mind that leaps canyons and space
Ricocheting, bouncing on rock walls,
Dislocation with turbulent pace.
Scuffing up dust and then zinging,
Off at wild tangents or angles,
Darting, exploding like fireworks,
Neurological barbed wire tangles.
And sometimes, sometimes crave tearing
At the flesh beneath tingling skin,
To rip this man-suit off the mainframe
And extinguish the chaos within.


Details | Rhyme | |

Be here now

Be Here Now.

Now I’ve known fear my whole damned life
And I’ve seen worry, and I’ve seen strife.
‘Been afraid of living and afraid of dying
‘Been reading lots and I’ve been lying.
Acting like I know the story
The fall to Hell, and the rise to glory.
But now I know that I know naught
And I know that Truth, it can’t be taught.

But sometimes I do come upon
Some wise man, who may sing his song
In such a way, I see the truth.
I see it clear, don’t need no proof.
With eyes like oceans, mystic orbs!
He’ll look in me and I’m absorbed.
And his words come out, so all in tune
Just fingers pointing at the moon.

These guys they speak of a mystic state.
When I hear them, I don’t hesitate
To believe each word that comes through them
As each they say the same again.
“Be here now! my friends” they say
“It’s the only time there is”
And the truth of this be in those eyes
And their faces filled with bliss…


Written in 1996


Details | Tanka | |

Absentminded

Today I dropped words

between cracks in the pavement:

half-written screenplays.

My muse, a cappuccino,

conjures romance while I sip.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


Details | Couplet | |

Where it Hides

In winter's snow, sharp and bright
In darkest days, my sleepless nights

When my hands are shaking
When my earth starts quaking

The words soothe my sour brain
Help me cope with all the pain

It's in his big, bright smile
In the bathroom's tile

The tears in my eyes
In the clouds in the skies

The cravings I feel
My addictions that heal

Love's sweet embrace
The new paths I face

The hand I hold
The stories I've told

From a grin or a nod
To a pea in a pod

The sickness in my mind
Til the light that I find

These lyrics save my life,
These words heal my strife...


Details | I do not know? | |

Pleas and Poison

Who takes the last breath in the summer sun?
I'll die in autumn disaster smiling for the purity I've seen

Sullen sun rain on me
A fleeing soul into the dark and deep

Sleep
No thought
No Touch
No words


Kisses never here
Smile forgotten

Make me stone when i am dead
Take away my name

Tell god i've been shamed since Cesarean escape....
...I didn't know what I was getting into.....

I'll take my last look when the summer comes


Details | Blank verse | |

Teach Me to Breathe

Life is too short to ignore one moment;
Blink once, and you'll come to its end.
Every second deserves to be cherished,
No matter the emotion or plot.

So I have asked the Wind to teach me
How to sing and sigh and breathe,
That every time I take a breath,
It is done with purpose and thought.

I have asked the Clouds to teach me
How to walk with power and grace,
That when I take a step, I'll glide
Whether I run, or walk, or trot.

I have asked the Storms to teach me
How to savor my beating heart,
That it will beat with the force of thunder
Just as the heart of a mighty lover ought.

I have asked the Reeds to teach me
How to whisper my every idea,
That everything will be considered
And leave nothing to be sought.

Such strange things to request,
Yet I have been taught well.
May these things be known and remembered,
Whether I am or not.


Details | I do not know? | |

Poet Love

Never fall in love with a Poet
for they are blackholes of the broken hearted 
Set on a treacherous sea blindfolded
to distracted by butterflies to properly set up a captain's log

Never fall in love with a poet our emotions burrow themselves deeper than a naked mole rat

Exposed, Vulnerable

Just like that time in biology class dissecting the rigamortis set frog
JUST LIKE LOVE
Paralyzed
Nailed on all four appendiges

For what???
Love?
Love is sometimes a Lie that we tell ourselves so we feel comforted.
The fairytale we read to children
The moralistic ones where the princess is a vision
and the Prince is an amorous gentleman
Walking hand in hand in the sunset immortalized
as one of the biggest lies
But what of love??
Real love the kind that drives you to a sickness
So nauseating you lose yourself in the process

Only simply to be there for them......... to eleviate any of their suffering

What of the tears???
That LOVE seems to squeeze out of your once sprite like Disposition
Like a worn out mop
that drips milky white left over mess
Lackluster like a dying fern, you have lost your glow
Resulting from the aftermath that your hurricane love 
Dissapated 

What of loneliness....

Love

Makes your fingers at night notice how alone they feel
Like a drug, you go through withdrawels 
You try to intertwine your left hand with your right
You know it will never be the same

Your Queen sized bed feels as if it has grown
to the size of Antartica
Where your insides grow so frostbitten from your bitterness
and you fear that you are so far gone and isolated
No one will hear your whispers

What of loves, loving distrust
Lies and Broken promises seem to defeat a person sometimes from honest confessions
Because distrust is like a math problem. 
Sometimes my friends, you have to discover what type of equation is their male partner.


But love is more like the Infinity symbol.
In that 2 bonded circles flow
LIke simultaneous toilets being flushed in Australia
Circling around sucking water into the pipes back into the earth

Love is the Infinity symbol because nothing can be Charted in Infinity
Understood or even Wanted
LOVE IS TEMPEST like a TSUNAMI TREMBLE

Love is kind but scarring. You never know if you have found your penguin dance partner that 
will always stay beside you

Or

Ensare you faster than a venus fly trap.
Ripping you apart like a Praying Mantis

This is why you should never fall for a poet

We know Love,

and sometimes the horror of it.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Lost Treasure

Within our minds we strive to achieve
We are taught to go for the gold
So we focus and we practice 
We even cut people from our lives as a sacrifice

Then we justify those sacrifices by convincing ourselves it’s ok
we continue on trying to accumulating glory and wealth
but every step we take and every breath we breathe 
the dream we inspire to become seems to always fall between our knees

the years go by and we get a little older each time
You begin to realize that certain things you cant do anymore
So you bare down and sacrifice a little more
You cut the cords with friends and you stop talking to those that seem to love you

And without blinking an eye you convince yourself it will be different the next time
But the fame doesn’t show and the gratitude doesn’t flow
Then you lift your head up for moment only to realize no one is there
The girl you once knew left you because you didn’t show her how much you cared

So back to the grind you turn off your heart so you can try just one more time
So you write another story knock on another door 
but the phone calls and letters you hope for never come
then for a moment you think about the one that once loved you

and you remember how that used to feel before the chase for gold had an appeal
so you do a google search to find her name thinking maybe life’s the same
but then you discover she took on another name
and suddenly your heart flicks on and you begin to feel all the pain

there she is with children and a husband 
and you suddenly find yourself falling to the ground clenching your chest
you feel the pounding of your heart and the dizziness of your mind
glancing up at a calendar you then realize you let twenty years slip by

and suddenly a numbness that you feel deep inside as your body slowly goes cold 
Then a faint memory slips through and you remember her saying how she loves you 
But you were so caught up in yourself and you never gave her a sign 
And you begin to realize that lost treasure that you’ve been seeking all your life

That gold, that silver, that trophy, that medal, that acknowledgement and idolization
Came in the shape of a heart, a heart of love, compassion, adoration, 
When a simple I love you too would have brought you the riches you so desired
Instead you now have a lost treasure and the agony of emptiness deep inside.


Details | Free verse | |

THE WEIGHT OF EMPTY

That sanguine little girl 
so full of longing   

Gave up her ghost inside 
and left it homeless,
wandering

Sleepless 
I lay back and wonder why
When you enter mind
I want to cry

I’ve forgotten what it feels like 
to be truly happy 
But I know I’d find it 
If I someday found you

I wouldn’t trade this torture for all the peace 
in the world
I wouldn’t erase your face from my mind
for a universe
I won’t shut out your beautiful voice
to save my life

I will stop at nothing 
to make you all mine

The weight of empty 
Crushing load of  inner vacancy

I’ve forgotten what it felt like 
when my soul wasn’t heavy 
But I know that it once again could fly
If I could take you with me

I wouldn’t trade these tears for all the bliss 
on this barren earth
There’s nothing more beautiful to me 
than you, when you smile
I couldn’t forget you 
if that were my desire 

And only death will keep me 
from my place at your side


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Pantoum | |

Do I Dare to Dream

I now stand silently at a forked road,
But do I dare to Dream?
My sun-filled soul screams to be free,
My heardened heart whispers conformity.
But do I dare to Dream?
Still, the question gnaws at my fleeting hopes;
My heardened heart whispers conformity, 
Wishing answers were as light as leaves.
Still, the question gnaws at my fleeting hopes,
My sun-filled soul screams to be free...
Wishing answers were as light as leaves,
I now stand silently at a forked road.


Details | Free verse | |

The Heart

The heart cries, it beats, it lives
It survives and goes on beating
For the heart is necessary to live
It survives, to reach out, and dream
It is delicate and is so easily broken
Yet it repairs, with fortitude and strength
It does not , and never should ever despair
Or be lost in black  holes of misery and anger
It beats through any cloudy grey dark day
It beats loudly, strongly, like a pounding drum
Nothing will stop it beating, only time 
It rises up and greets a sun filled day
A cloudless, blue , rainbowed sky
It believes, it loves and it gives its all
It tries not to question, it accepts what is
And greets each new day with renewed hope
It does not turn on itself with insecurity and fear
It believes and will continue to do so for eternity.


Details | Ballad | |

Chipped and Cracked

I did not want to be this way
I want to be like you
I want to fit in with the world
Begin my life anew.

I hid behind the golden rules
And left my heart to die;
I lived in darkness without love
And never asked for why.

I dared not gaze into her face
Or reach out for her hand;
I walked away instead, because
It’s not the way it’s planned.

Instead of love, I felt my tears
They burned upon my cheek;
The unseen tears behind the mask,
A smile that seemed so meek.

But then in her I found love’s joy
Released; my heart could feel,
My soul, at last could touch romance
And know that love is real.

That fragile smile so chipped and cracked
With nothing left to hide;
In that moment all shame has gone,
My tears replaced by pride.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Sand Box Experiment

Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/
Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/
Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne,
Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin,
Along with Mary this made up the famed dirty dozen !
That sand box experiment really made us laugh/
Shortly after gym class,

Butch Malone along with the famed Benjamin Bankhead/
Jimmy Foley the local guitar player knew,
The pathway in life that we should choose/
Often he would be found taking a tremendous dump in the boy's urenil !

The path of least resistance sought about from a chosen few,

Often he would appear in shepherds clothing similar to little boy blue !

Playing guitar like he's going out of style !
That sandbox experience was designed to distract all the teacher's ?
We set up stuffed dummies just to look like real people,
Right underneath the bleacher's !

Old man Winter's who worked for Mr. Kazoo knew the score/
Very often he was being seen outside the local liqour store,
Lest I emplore,

The sand box experiment was in full swing on that one particuler day/

Butch Malone thought he was the real king ?
That was until Mrs. Maloney saw him through the window !
Next the time was drawing near/
Then so was that dinner bell,

Mrs. Maloney started talking to all those dummies,

Next thing you know she had tripped over little Johnny !
He was stuffed that was/
Flying three feet high in the air she had fell right on her face !
What a social disgrace !

Yet what had happened to Butch Malone ?
Like a little dog without his bone/
He pee pee'd his pants then cried all the way home !
The next day when Mrs. Maloney got her second wind/

She didn't even know where to begin/

For that little stunt the whole class was suspended for the day,
Yet for the gang including Butch Malone what did they say ?
All in all the sandbox experiment really did make their day !


Details | Lyric | |

Your Highness

Executing the realm of beauty,
puncturing your torturess soul
while the sinister truth exemplifies purity,
the kind you lost along the way.
You can't see that longing,
you can't comprehend that willingness-
the deepest form of revenge-
success.
And with the success,
all that surpasses is the crooked
unreliable action,
a pretense definition that karma is mandatory.
It moves me how such a belief holds,
totalitarian regime.
Your highness,
I'll bow to you once more,
one more adieu
and passing by.
But after not one
but two steps away,
you are no longer existent-
like the leaves evaporated by the snagging wind-
wrapping its arms around the oak's leaves-
sucking out the poison of the leaves,
as they drop one
by one.
Farewell,
one final time.


Details | Free verse | |

Another day

Another day, the sun rises
Life lived in bland monotony
I find at best I am complacent
existing on the borderline of contentment
 
It's rarely found to be of favor
but everyday you'll find me here
Waiting patiently for another chance
to leave my mark on so dull a world
 
Maybe today will be the day
that this bleak existence I suffer
Finally gives way to a new spark
and I find excitement has been born
 
I wish only to have a moment
A brief passing of time
Let me live my fifteen minutes
dancing quietly in the spotlight
 
Another day, the sun sets
I look out my window
With a sigh I find my bed
Another day passed,
Another day wasted.


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | Free verse | |

Sun Bleats

That which would make me a cog in the machine , 
dragoon me into a lethal automaton
	be left in the walls of sleep.

As the sun bleats in fear of crowds &
the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire.
	Let the world spin on thru space's 
quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink 
	on the writer's hand. Or let the 
chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks &
 chunks of lung, held by the prism of 
	your stare.

	To dance swirling down the drain 
as another matter for the brain to tick 
as a clock tocks out seven days to review 
& recall all infected packets of nurofen.

	Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case
of the flu while the fever dreams strike 
	drowning in clay & blank doll faces.

As my daughter will drink only the finest wine 
& my son will make all the other children cry 
w-/ the malice of his fingers.
	
	In the first flash of a passionate love
affair , feather light, beating as two hearts 
revolve round the moon lit stage. 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Life Is A Rubrics Cube

This is my life
My life is a Rubrics Cube
With so many chances
I don't know what to do
           -And-
That can be almost anything
      ------
I rather take a shot
   At Romance
Maybe then I may get
       And second chance
         -But-
It alway's takes a
       Silly twist
And that is the kind 
          Of twist
That some-times' you
Just can't really miss
      ------      
And as it turn's out
Going in any direction
What dose that mean to me
It's all about love and affection
      ------
Every time I make a turn
Rather it be good or bad
There is always something
Their is something in the air
That desperately need's
       Re-direction
     Or else
It will go in another direction
And I will certainly be had
This situation really look's bad
      ------
Always something left to add
In order to get the full picture
Don't let it get you mad
Because that Rubrics Cube
Will only serve to baby sit you


                   GF


















Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Art of Darkness

When you offer up your heart and soul
and pour yourself into a relationship
only to have it spat back into your face
and your heart ripped out and trampled under foot
right before your own eyes

and when you attempt any kind of damage limitation
to be laughed at almost hysterically
leaving you to hide in a dark corner
with the tears streaming down your face
feeling every raw nerve being scraped again and again

and yet you go on hoping for better
optimistically hoping for sunrise
when in reality there is only the night and darkness
the darkness of her nasty mouth and wicked laugh

in it all there is one glimmer of light,
the children you made are beautiful and bright
and young as they are they can see the truth

as you retreat further you feel it stir
deep inside it fights back
your spirit, that wonderful human thing
it’ still there unbroken, just a little bent

so you escape into your art
and pour into it your heart
but art has a dark side too
and it can bite you opening up the wounds
making you raw once again

facing the darkness from within your light
and so yet again you retreat into the night

...............deeper and DEEPER into Darkness


Details | I do not know? | |

No Grey

Hearsay on what love is today
Lives stretched thin for parchment paper bridges
Twice over crossed
Trampled, trodden, lost hearts in clouds
While rain was wringing out my hair
Let down my gaurd
Tasting peppermint Chard ment to
Cling to a tree until my help arrived 
At mydestiney without you
Speak to me over shallow tones of flesh
Glistening nipples to nurse a drink as I sit
On this step and contest how much you don't know me
And him on a pendulum 
Swaying choir sings at your wedding
To the kind of bleeding it out
With the Rugrats on a network of Carnies
Laughing at the man in the Emporers clothes
Worn tight hanging on to mornings light
Turned on then blown out
For renowned satisfaction
Due to your lack of actions
Speak louder than words
On a new world order 
Signed on as the Natural Selection

Copywrite©Ameaca 2012


Details | Free verse | |

Mystery

It is a mystery to me
the things that are said
the things that are done
are all a mystery to me
I see the glow of our sun
the beam of our moon
the smile of a baby
and yet it is all a mystery to me

It began when I was a child
the world seemed strange
and so powerful to me
the things we share this planet with
the very nature of nature
the kind deeds and careful thoughts
are but a mystery to me


Details | Verse | |

'Where The Heart Is Unbroken'

A cold darkness falls deep upon my soul like a faded black cloak, it takes shape I struggle, lost in my quiet anguish I am entrapped within a dark dream-scape in this void, I weep bittersweet tears I waver, between reality and heaven My heart is still, frozen, it lays wide open in quiet darkness, I seek my meaning my existence, but a book on a shelf O, take me to where the heart is unbroken and love is heard in unspoken words I am lost, in the wilderness of life Verse December 12, 2012


Details | Light Poetry | |

Return ticket

My heart and my head are at war.
My head whispers, no more.
It is inevitable,
no matter how delectable.
There is no way it is meant to last,
but my heart still beats too fast.

I have a return ticket to Love.


Details | Rhyme | |

If I only had One Day to Live

If I knew I was going to die, today.
I really have no idea, what I would say.
I think I would go to work as always.
Since that is where my full heart plays.
I would tell my wife, that I love her so.
Much, much more than she would ever know.
She along with God saved my mortal life.
Rescuing me more ways than just being my wife,
I have no desires to fulfill here on earth.
Though I know I didn’t fulfill my worth.
Nevertheless, I served my best in integrity.
If I had only one day to live, just now,
I would tell all to live the best they know how.
Remember their mistakes, don’t make them twice.
But if they do, stay away from making them thrice.
My last words would be to say, everyone has value.
Though be cautious of the feeling they have overvalue.
My heart beat weakening, my breath weakening too.
Upon last breath, I say goodbye, precious life to you.


Written for


Sponsor Walayee Whitlock 
Contest Name If I only had 1 day to live 


Details | Free verse | |

Four to Blame

Blame it on the sea
That crashed upon the sand,
And washed away my heart
That I had drawn for you.

For my heart is what you wanted,
But my heart I could not give.

Blame it on the rain
That fell upon the words,
The words that told my love
That I had written down for you.
 
For my love is what you wanted,
But my love I could not give.

Blame it on the wind
That blew upon my life,
And scattered all my dreams
That I had dreamed with you.

For my dreams are what you wanted,
But my dreams I could not give.

So, if you sit there lonely
Blame the sea, the rain, the wind,
But if these three seem not enough,
Blame it all on me.

For I am really all you wanted,
But myself I could not give.


Details | Free verse | |

Inner conflicts

Trees are falling down in my world.
The sun has gone down and it's not hot anymore. 
The season is winter.
I find more and more that the dark side is speaking to me in tongues.
She wants me to be bad and lean over to her. 
I am in a tug of war match.
But I don't want to be.

I run screaming into the church to forgive me for I have sinned. 
I ask them to wash away my unpure thoughts. 
But than I remember that were all human.
I am allowed to make a mistake.
I leave a paper trail of my regrets and I detest littering. 
I am hopelessly in love.
I am hopelessly in lust.
But the bottom and the top of my heart
belongs to the one that I have fallen for.
 
She owns my heart.
She owns my eyes. 
She has the ability to make me cry.
The daggers she throws I deserve them I know.
So I take them as punishment for my lustful thoughts.
Home is where the heart is and my heart is with her.
She will never realize how sorry I truly am.

In these last couple of months I have devoured her trust.
I never realized how big of a part I would play in destroying us.
"I will never hurt you" people say that and that's the biggest lie.

We hurt unconsciously. We hurt without even meaning to. 
We leave little stab wounds every so often.
We run off and leave each other bleeding everyday.
People are not afraid to hurt their afraid of the outcome.
Death, loneliness, prosecution. 
People will lie in love until the world is ending.
 
I sincerely meant it when I said I never thought I'd hurt her.
When I told her that I would be different.
I will never say those words to anyone again. 
I won't promise that I won't do it again. 
After all humans were created from eve's great mistake. 
I craved the apple but I never did taste.

I looked in the mirror and I barely recognize my own face.
This girl I see she said many things.... 
She didn't keep up with the many promises she made.
But this girl she is still learning the rules to this game.
She sucked at life just like she sucked at chess. 
At the age of twenty and three she is not done 
growing yet. 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Unfinished Work

"Distress'ed mind, forbear"
Tapestry unfinished
Piece contradistinguished

Color varieties
Leaves one's thoughts astonished
Like dance well choreographed

God in his wisdom knew
What this feeble heart anguished
Each day like unfinished

Embroidery__beauty 
Still yet unaccomplished
Like a heart that's unchurched

Just waiting the spirit
On them be bequeathed
When  enters astonished

Will they be___unfinished
Like  quilt put together
Waiting to be finished

Yes__God will have to work
His magical design
That in his plan aligned


(After reading Edna St. Vincent Millay from "Huntsman What Quary?(1939) Poem # 3. used her first line __direct quote "Distress'ed mind, forbear".)


Details | Rhyme royal | |

To Write

Blood spilled, tears fell
sadness would not dispel
Eyes cried, words sighed
laying bruised because I tried
Still I bled into this bed
of slain memories and pain
sheets so red and hearts so dead
is it any wonder now that I write
late into this lonely night
Have I given up this fight?
a heart so wrong, can it ever beat right?


Details | Narrative | |

Blame me

Last night, I stared out of the bedroom window
As I did, a few long years ago
I saw the fading image of a lost sad man
Wandering frantically in a twisted limbo
Subtlety I asked “why was he in such a chaotic state”
He looked at me with anger and said “Blame me…
Blame me for my dismal fate”

Blame you for what sir?

Blame me for not having the courage to make timely decisions and the right choices
Blame me for not trusting and following my own judgments, instead of submitting to outside 
voices
Blame me for being too passive when aggression was warranted and truly needed
Blame me for losing my self-confidence, my self-esteem and self-respect when my goals 
appeared defeated
Blame me for cracking and breaking under my peers and family’s high expectations
Blame me for setting my goals too high -- after all, they were only my dreams and 
aspirations
Blame me for fathering a beautiful little girl without the strings of wedlock
Hell blame me for believing she was actually mine, when most likely she’s probably not
Blame me for marrying a woman who surrendered her heart and love to another man
Blame me for loving her regardless and gracefully accepting her with our relationship as it 
stands
Blame me for starting a family with her knowing of her traitorous deceit
Now cast stones at me for tolerating her ongoing hatred of my oldest seed
Blame me for not leaving such an unhealthy and toxic relationship
Instead, blame me for being infidel and searching elsewhere for love and companionship
Blame me for apologizing continuously, trying to work on it and make things better
Then blame me for discovering her viperous secret, the affair never ended, they were 
always still together
So now blame me for wanting to know and experience the fruits of a true relationship and 
what it could possibly be
Finally, blame me for discontinuing the games; I am tired, my heart hurts and I am now and 
forever free

I looked with pity as his eyes mirrored that of my own
We raised our hands simultaneously and he spoke again in a confident and stern tone

“Blame me young man for what you have heard and now experienced
Blame me for the one shot at love you lost due to my continued interference
Blame me for all of the things that causes you self-pity and personal anger
But blame yourself young one, should you allow it to continue and become your permanent 
anchor”


Details | Free verse | |

Blue Pyramids

Listening to the birds
of ancient rymedies, 
we were sharing music 
around America’s
modern camp fire.  

driving through
tiny plazas and scenic pastures
skimming  
into the what looked like
the grey, paved future. 

asking myself, 
what’s worth more than 
a rhythm of my time, 
A moment of hate?
Or the recognition of love? 

The answer-
must be somewhere above the city scape, 
lost in the bluely lit pyramids. 

I can’t imagine turning this car home.


Details | Rhyme | |

GLOW

Breaking upon a landslide's crest.
My heart is still the thing that fits me best.
Even though I ran among the rest.
I know now I am being put to the test.

There is no time for me to spare.
I've given everything with all my care.
There is no need to stop and stare.
I've done what i believe, what I find fair.

Now its time to let it all go.
To everything I pretended not to know.
Or maybe it just wasn't time to show.
But inside my heart a garnet fire will glow.

At the turning point, I find myself here.
I was in control, but afraid to stear.
Then suddenly it all became crystal clear.
Walking tall in this life I shall not fear.

I will not accept indecision of anything that is foe.
I'm ready for any complications that may bestow.
I'm moving in streams. I am the flow.
In my heart a garnet fire gives glow.


Details | Alliteration | |

Me Poetry

My Mind
Continuously Composes
Line upon lovely line
Of poetry roses

Sparked and budded
By inspiration words
Like that of an Ode on a Grecian Urn
Makes my melting heart’s hunger burn
Elevated inspiration spike
From lines like
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”

This keeps me up at night
Under covers tight
Writing in my head
When I should sleep in bed
My wandering mind faltering
Until alliterations are altering
Mindless mumbo jumbo
Into tailored poetry

That’s when I know it
I am a poet
Never felt so alive!
Or me! I must contrive!

I so suppose
This poem could condense concisely
Onto one linked line nicely
Poetry is me, me poetry


Details | I do not know? | |

Vers BeauCoup ~ Astrology..!!

Vers Beaucoup 

The Vers Beaucoup, a poem for created by Curt Mongold, which is French for “many 
rhymes”. Each stanza (you can have as many stanzas as desired as long as they follow the 
rhyming scheme) consists of four lines with a rhyming word scheme of:

a-a-a-

a-b-b-

b-c-c-

c-d-d

Each rhyme can only use a MAXIMUM of three words. The fourth “a” rhyme carried over to 
the second line causes enjambment and creates a strong internal rhyming structure.

(Definition of enjambment The continuation of a syntactic unit from one line or couplet of a 
poem to the next with no pause.)

~~~~~~ 
Astrology 


The stars, the Mars, destiny afar
The scars of yesterday seem to come my way
All the way. Even the moon, clouds strewn
Like wispy balloon seem to mourn, ominous and forlorn
.
The searcher, deciphering future, to nurture
And raconteur. Symbols and signs, falling in lines
Astrological designs. Depicting life, joy and strife
Or anything rife. Past wreak, prospect mystique..
.
Fortune untold, fate uncontrolled that planets behold
Young or old, only a seer and his peer
With a crystal sphere or tantras and mantras
Even using yantras, predict events or any ascents
.
Sometimes soothsayers play doomsayers and naysayers
Asking us to conduct prayers. To create peace and release
And increase a planet’s interjection or correct a defection
Such complication! Makes astrology seem like mythology
~~~~~~~


Details | Free verse | |

Tomorrow?

And to the calm, forgiven winds

Weep the rains of tomorrow
Sing your song to god and spill your sorrow
tear the steady axis of traveled day

To the melting, happy masses

I will only whisper a silent chant
resting in the shadows of ancient hands
dream of the exit of despair, an exit I know that shan't appear

To the kisses I dream about

You elude me great
Force me into the cold where I form my hate

My eyes welled with blood, my heart flooded with silence

Songs of great hope switch to whispers from hell

The days take my soul, leave my body to shell


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet

Metered summer days quick-dry the fresh mirage
 so just because, we'd ring the bell,
 and opened every door no matter where we'd been!
 Except for in my den
 but, things all ended up well;
 I'm the sincere poet.
 
Magic muse that abuses my every suffering
 leave me be in silence, from my cell;
 be honest, tell me should I "post"?
 I'm really, just the host;
 be too dark, and your poems may not sell;
 I'm the tortured poet.
 
Chairs of stanzas quietly grinning
 be seated, and we'll change to the channel,
 it's all in how I read it!
 I'm trying to conserve my spit;
 I'm reading just as fast as a gazelle;
 I am the puppet poet.
 
Treating paper and ink as oxygen,
 shuffling sheets during the changing of the well.
 I can't imagine what they'd think
 did he have too much to drink?
 he was truly great before he finally, fell;
 I'm the retired poet.
 
Memories housed in dissarray, posthumously
 be patient for I have a tale to tell,
 deciphering will take time
 don't say now, I should have, rhyme
 your hunger, I cannot seem to quell;
 I'm the dead poet.


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #340 / Colored pencils

Colored pencils in an artist’s even hand
sketch rolling fields of wavy grass
sprouting from the barren plain
of barren pages.
Now she reaches for Burnt Sienna.


Details | Free verse | |

A Soul Will Be Saved

And then the day came
                That I found my self lost in the void of my own emptiness
And as suddenly as a tree bust into flames
      After being stuck by lightening
My heart sank
              I felt so lost and alone
The walls ran red with my blood
                     For they were all I had left to beat
And my busted knuckles bleed with the vengeance of hate
I cursed the Lord above as the gooners burst into my cell
AND WE FOUGHT
        Overcome and beaten
Hogtied and broken
                  I refused any medical aid
For my hate drank the pain
             And I wept
               ALONE
As deep as the peace of a deer lying in the meadow
I felt the Lord Jesus Christ come unto my soul
And to this day the thought of him
      The depth of his mercy
             Makes me cry
   For I have been forgiven
I became a man of living example
The future holds limitless opportunities for me
                         I bare witness to the darkness of addiction
                          For I have been delivered from the ashes
                            Set free from the chains that bound me
My soul is my Lords as my heart is my wife’s
My life belongs to anyone who is willing to learn
As I ready to embark on the journey of education
My excitement grows with each passing day
Because I know the Lord Jesus Christ
                       Will use me as a lantern of faith 
         And those who teach me will also learn from me
      For my knowledge of emptiness is as vast and barren
          As all of the great deserts spread around the world
            Compiled together in one 6’-2’’ 240 lb. frame
        The depths of my scars are like the Grand Canyon
          Amazing to see and impossible to comprehend
                   This is my story this is who I am
                    My past will never be forgotten
     Because it holds the possibility of higher education
            In regards to the overhaul journey of life
           And hopefully some where along the way
                          A soul will be saved


Details | Sonnet | |

YOU ARE STILL IN MY HEART

                                                You are still in my heart 
                                            to forget many times I tried
                                  In front of my heart mirror many came and gone
                                       but still your image floats in my mind

                               My soft heart was drunk with your sight of nectar 
                         now I feel that I was not matured so felt me as your rector
                                   though was it dream still my heart remember
                                     what you were till reflects the same for me      
                                                     
                                     








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Details | I do not know? | |

World

I see all of the darkness and all of the light
They can crash and collude, but blood-red is the night
I see all of the stars as they were meant to be
I can look to the past, million moments to see
In the thousands of years, in the thousands of lights
In the billions of specks that still make up the night
So a thousand thousand nothings seep their way into our hearts
And the chaos of reality complacently takes part

Lo!
A grand design composed of all I give to take away
Be one, be all, be lost and fall from your own frigid fray

Sensation scrambles to deny
Emotions still will empathize
Perceptions still perceive the night
The absence, inmost, in the light

The end begins
And I am forced to concede
That all I ever knew was but a dream:
A butterfly, mechanic, flitting over what the truth can never perceive
Imagination, chaos, dream and then we know that surely, were we only but to know
Then there would end the will that has made all of mankind so
Free.

The lies can lead to what we knew
The loves can bleed to what we knew
The hearts can heave in what we knew
But I am free, and I am new


Details | Light Poetry | |

Time to walk away

Your words sounded so sincere
Because love was in you heart
You know that person I was
Right from the very start

You said that you love me
For I have the straits you admired
And that you will fight for this love
For I’m the one your heart desired

And we will make it through 
What ever darks days lay ahead
And face the hails storms and the fire
Until the day that we are wed

The courage of your words
Has given me the strength to believe
For no matter the pain I feel now
One day in your arms I will be receive

But as time goes by you chance
You allowed other to put doubt in your mind
And thought you love me so much
Now your words become unkind

But the more you try to hurt me
The deeper in love you fall
And no matter how you try to denies it
In your heart you love me all

But I refuse to let go
For my love for you are so strong
No matter how much you push me to go
I always will stand my ground

But last night I got tired of dreaming
And am now through with trying
So now I’m going to walk away
While my heart will be slowly dying

So thank you for your precious time
For all these days that you have give
Please forgive me for all the time
I was clinging to you like adhesive

I don’t know if you think it was fun
I bet you though I’d never turn away
And I know you will miss me
And you never believe you’d see this day

When I leave I will never look back
Will be focus and keep my eyes on the street
For if I only see you crying
I will come and throw my life at your feet

So I have to be strong
Although it kills me inside
For I just want to find a hole
And just bury my self and hide

I just don’t have the will live again
My life have become so empty
Although I’m bless to be with wealth
With out you it means nothing to me

I will never forget yesterday
And how things was going to be
Now I have to try to face tomorrow
Now that there no longer you and me


Details | Couplet | |

Absent Soul'd Fool

Someone told me today that I have an absent soul
That my intentions were good but that my heart was cold
They basically told me I would never find love
Or that certain someone who fits like a glove

The problem is that I know what they mean
I have a heart I just don’t let it be seen
I cant give it away with the drop of a hat
For fear it’d brake, and I couldn’t face that

So for now it’ll stay wrapped in cotton wool
And I’ll continue to play the absent soul’d fool


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Light Poetry | |

''SPRING SYMPHONY''

~Weather thy senses anew.
Bring now an enticed breathe.
I lavish in cherry blossom blooms.
Hills of bleeding hearts vow such sensual sweetness.
Speak thou soft field.
Corral Bells flourish in sun kissed light.
The wind carries orchid petals through my unobtainable fingers.
In thus,such a glorious day brushed by a natural love.
Shall my visions of gilded yarrow emerge.~


for the Where Have All The Flowers Gone poetry contest~
4/15/2012
 


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku's that I wrote while I was away. Hope you enjoy.

#haiku I imprint my heart . a fingerprint of my soul . the clay of your eyes #poem 



#haiku The delicate sound . a star makes when it twinkles . galaxy's whisper #poem 



#haiku I hear clear voices . resonating to my ears . my heart's fantasy #poem 



#haiku The shades of night fell . as curtains of the opera . Ending the act: day #poem 



#haiku Delicate detail . overlaying skeleton . disguising structure #poem 



#haiku Railroads of my thoughts . Locomotion of pulses . One to another 



#haiku Speakled mist in air . slowmotion movement between . scene to scene of town 



#haiku Nautical daydreams . her dress fluttering like sails . anchored to my heart 



#haiku Orange glow on ceiling . fades a dark eternity . these curious shades 



#haiku Yesterday's winter . a memory frozen for . tomorrows summer 



#haiku My heart is a time-machine . broken: out of order . doomed to the present 



If I was a fly, I would fly as high as I could, then just fall to the ground sniff 



asphalt glistens new . sparkling in the lamp-light . clean glaze of clear ice #haiku #weblit 



Let me tattoo her . heart and name onto my soul . to take on death's wings. #haiku #weblit 



Don't devour my words . try to reassemble my eyes . just listen to what's there #haiku 
#poem 



Adolescence leaves . individuality . a thing of the past #haiku #poem #poetry #weblit 



Water containing . starlight sprinkles from heaven . colors of cosmos #haiku #writing 
#writer #art 



If I could delete . All of the sins from my heart . What knowledge would go #haiku #poetry 
#weblit #lit 



A shot through the dark . a single shooting star leaves . memories of then #haiku #poetry 
#weblit #lit #literature #poems #poem #writing


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LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


Details | Free verse | |

Inevitable Change

Just like in the add
you can't resist change
it keeps coming
ticking like time
it moves, it lives
make it your friend
run with it
how can change be your friend
if you view a friend as something
constant like what's constant
you ask - well - change is
but it keeps moving
do you get it
can you grasp it
hang onto it
like it or not
that is the reality
of it.


Details | Free verse | |

Omens

Omens
- - - - -
The sweet aroma of rice; yonder bare fields;
on the stone the dark patches of water pitchers
and her looking at the sky where buzzards fly,
are completing the composition of waiting.

She has been waiting too long; too long she has made her man 
hold his patience  all these while; believed peace will come.
Now these flying buzzards are looking ominous 
like secret language which mystic nomads speak. 

She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils.
A long wait for her son, returning from town, 
from the all consuming town where he has gone
long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return.

She again watched for God’s language. Let him come.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

Highway of Humanity

I am on

the highway of humanity

in the middle lane

it no longer runs on

angel-dust

I don't know

who to blame 

In fact I don't

know what drives it

these days 

nor who is

in the fast lane

but it is getting faster

and stronger

and longer

we all bleed for it

we aren't getting any younger 

we used to wait a week

to get the next stagecoach

now they apologize if you

wait five minutes, two minutes

and I have no idea

where this is going 


Details | Haiku | |

Red Blossoms

even red blossoms can bloom from a barren tree nothing is impossible


Details | Free verse | |

House Of Cards

I forget that I’m in trapped in a house of cards
until the wind comes blasting through
And I’m left again with nothing
Nothing but grief and this pile of all that I knew

I had to forget how much I cared for you
Something no one should ever have to do
Can you remember? Do you remember?
Those darkly happy days when you felt that way too?

Love so many bitter times unrequited
Two hearts broken----too broken to break anymore
You’ve become my dark horse in this race against time 
And I hope to God we’re not about to lose 

Futile 
Infantile
And all around absurd 
Is what this nightmare without you has been

We shouldn’t have to work so hard
To fall flat down on our faces
again and again

I wish you’d come out of your shell
and back to life in the warmth of my arms once again


Details | Quatrain | |

By the Light of a Rose

I leave the sorrows of life 
   In dust behind my heels, 
Lost to a frenzy of strife, 
   Long, long ago. 

Now awake within a hopeless world, 
   And seek angels’ wings 
Cracked by the tears of a womb. 
   Can you feel it touch your soul? 

I meditate in the grasp of nirvana, 
   But come up so far and so short. 
The rose of pale light by the moon, 
   Has withered the flower so soon. 

Hanging by the tip of an umbilical string, 
   Desperately trying to climb back to spring. 
I shake hands with the devil and blow a kiss, 
   Gently running in a stream of bliss. 

I sleep in a house with no door, 
   Chilled by thoughts I want to go. 
Dear child, steeped in falling clouds, 
   Can we hear the sorrows of moonlight sounds? 

I climb up, only to fall down; 
   Summer, winter, fall, and spring have all drowned. 
Wouldn’t it be sad if I touched the earth, 
   Just to see the tears of a gentle frown? 

I climb again to touch the moon, 
   But a tear has fallen unnoticed and engrossed. 
I sleep quietly in the river we choose, 
   My soul trapped, in the light of a rose. 


Details | ABC | |

Taking chances

Time it passes without any warning
I remember when I had a lot of hair
In a flash the hair is all gone
It isn’t much any more
It’s all grey now
Time hmm it flies just like that
People leave lives that is not there’s
There is a voice behind
Other times is a voice and a hand behind
Sadly it doesn’t belong to them
They never have the guts to live out their lives
Time oh time you cannot pause it neither can you live two lives
Again you are all grey before you know it
I used to wonder what people will say
What they will think
I also used to think who likes me and who doesn’t
But forty years has passed and I look around and discover nobody gives a shit
Your destiny is like a personal horse
Ride it to destination
Conquer fear and you will discover hidden strengths and talents
What else can I say?
Falling in love is personal but don’t give your heart to a fool
I also threw away time falling in love stupidly
But I gained wisdom and I value self more
The door of my life now has heart breaking detectors
It can even detect fake manipulative people who have no business around me
I just graduated from school of wisdom
A school of patience
They say time heals all wounds
But leaves behind fresh scars as fresh as the original wound
Live your life; make your own personal choices 
Even Gods leading expects you the recipient of the blessing to take action
Leading of God is action not inertia
No invention can pause time at least for now it’s an impossibility
Waste no more time
Pursue your dreams, live out your dreams
Open the window of courage and throw away fear
Open the door of hope and send hopelessness packing
Your dreams will not come to you go and grab it
Conquer your inhibitions set yourself free
Free from life controllers and manipulators
From people that use people
It’s a fallacy to think everybody loves you
Life is a mixture of haters and lovers
Builders and destroyers
Light and darkness 
Choose your side of the divide
Decide decide decide
Time is passing
Indecision is same as time wasted
There is nothing as sweet as living out your dream life
What are you doing where you are not celebrated?
What are you doing with people who don’t like you?
It’s never too late to start all over
Never too late to start living your life
But don’t wait till the end
To be alive is a great thing
But to live your life is greater
Much better when you don’t follow the crowd
For only the outstanding stand out


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Imperfection

One, two strokes of my pen touch my paper, 
Resurrecting dreams vanquished in despair
and with a glance I discern the imperfection in my work.

With a smile I show reverence for my imperfection
For it is what makes me who I am,
what makes diversity possible,
what makes life more meaningful and purposeful.

Imperfection is such a beautiful thing
Perfection lacks originality
Mastery is not the absence of mistakes, 
but using those mistakes to your advantage

Those who strive for perfection
Will only waste their time and fail.
While those who embrace their imperfection 
Are bound to succeed


Details | Free verse | |

how ive already changed your future

80 paintings i gave away
an abstract to the tune of the stairway to heaven
good advice and solutions to certain ailments
written on the back
wisdoms to resolve confusion written on the back of others
some lost along the way i have not forgotten
like th one left at the library
like the one given to the homeless shelter
like the one i gave to the city center police station

the needle in the hay stack
with methods on how to escape a concentration camp
the reality on the back

every relationship in my life
the good the bad and the ugly
with all poetic cryptic heartfelt advice

away walk the hookers and cons with an enlightenment
some find a sense of enjoyment of the things they find

something you can't take back from society
as these paintings will eventually change hands
wether bought or sold
or sit in the restaraunts or homes to be looked at

one day these pieces will come together
this is intelligence trading hands in random haphazard wonder
like new tarot cards for your future to wonder
the mystery out there built on the foundations of today
an inspiration from me i got from caring about someone else
the powerful, the hungry, the victom, the oppressor, the rich and poor

ive already changed your life tomorrow
and the past is out there catching up to you today
subtle conversations of bouncing some ideas off of others
either to agree to disagree
or completely understand oneself or another

this intelligence is out there
my life story you will one day have to wonder
themes done to the lyrics of stairway to heaven
now you can see when and where i changed songs
if you can configure the one most likely to be next
in my artistic obsessive compulsive order


Details | I do not know? | |

demo

To be said 
	What are you look at ?
cutting down these days by 
	
	Mother board specification ...

... Rainbow shimmer Smirk ...
	To be said 
Above 
	or 
		below 
we all crawl in the mud 
	trying to 
remember those wings ...
Consuming when you laugh w-/ it 
	lost among ..
The rest of our demographic


Details | I do not know? | |

The day I couldn't write

My mind is cleansed 
Of all its constructive thought
And I find myself in a place where I cannot write.
So I breathe
If only to remind myself that I am still alive.
My heart is still beating.
For it is my heart that feeds my mind
WIth the creativeness that helps me think,
Helps me write.

I am creative because my heart decides
Who love, how I love.
And it fills me with love.
One so powerfull that it burns my eyes,
For, in her company I dare not blink
For when I blink I close my eyes 
And when I close my eyes, I cannot see her
And for that short moment when I have to blink
I feel lost, and yet, safe
For I could always feel a monsters love
Deep inside me,
Where it counts the most
And that is all I need to write.


Details | Couplet | |

Fire Ball Red

The sun rose red like fireballs being played
Soon as it rose clouds enveloped to stay
Sand rippled the clouds became bleak and gray
Streaks of cobalt, gray and snow white today
But the doves did coo saying I love you
Roosters, crows, chirp rip chirp rip too
At one time magenta undercoated the clouds
Giving hope where non was allowed
The rippled effect like a clam's fine shell
Touched my heart with feelings so it swelled
Such a day to be blessed with life
Why would anyone want to destroy with a knife?
All at once stillness decended, peace, love
As one vulture the sky ascended
Tranquility upon porch surrounded
I could feel its presence my heart astounded
One lone vulture returned in flight
Looking for food or just for fun_delight
The dove coos once again nesting instinct
Has settled upon him
Peace, love, joy am filled
Thank you God for my time being still___


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Fool

So, You'd like to have it all?

chaser of love, foolish girl

It seems you've never learned...the days simply advance your youthful yearning
your hopes have failed you

yea,you've never learned

you're cold as stoned winter night...your appearance is a deceitful one
She is Eden's evil....

A fool to be fearsome of lonesome moments...no matter how few and far they may be

You'd like to have it all....

Can't say you deserve it

Your heart has failed you time again...

blind is the one with desperate lust for love's ideals

Your youth has failed you time and time again


Details | Didactic | |

I Loved You

I loved you

You were sweet
You were fun
You were hot

You pulled the world from under my feet
You might as well have used a gun
On my life’s landscape you became a blot

I loved you

When I saw you my heart would race
You made me shiver and shake
You made dark skies brighten

Now I can’t look in your face
Now my heart is one big ache
Now you make my throat tighten

I loved you

I thought you were the best
The fun we had in our bed
I was so happy you were my wife

You ripped my heart from my chest
Now I just wish you outta my head
Just get the hell outta my life

I loved you

Now I don’t even like you


Details | Classicism | |

Innocent

Innocent


As the blood falls from my eyes,like the tears of a sore heart.
All I can do is watch the impossible happen.
I'm being cut down,I'm being thrown apart.
I feel the pieces of my soul being broken.
As my blood falls from your weapon,watch me cry.
Looking at my other self being throw into a cage.
Dried blue tears sit upon her face,So sad her face blotched
with discolor as she sits cold and alone.
Open sores,open wounds,returned of horrid memories.
Everlasting chains to keep me restrain,under control.
Only to hurt with a smiling face,watch me bleed from my eyes
inside out.
You seen it the key to release you,though I ask should I set you free?
For you see this freedom shall you wait, may you ever see it again?
This is the weapon of innocent,stained with they're tears. Over flowed with horribly.
This dreaded weapon,This weapon stain with innocent tears made with hate.


Details | Free verse | |

I remember

I Remember



I remember .....
when a woman cups her breast not in passion
she uses a softness, 
a lightness that is alien to me.
It fills me with wonder, 
and the bitter sweet heart ache of a need to protect her
from all hurt.

I remember .....
once, in the end days of a love dying, 
the woman did this.
And the bitter sweet heart ache became unbearable
when I realised I was the cause of much of her pain.
The conflict within me was so intense, 
I thought I might go mad.

I remember .....
I remember strange things


Details | Free verse | |

Standing on the Edge of Universe

Standing on the edge of universe
I look back and see
The filthy masses
Wriggling in the mud and manure
Of ignorance
Beast of evil nature
Tearing the wise throat
Which utters the unfathomable truth
Which being intangible
Becomes the best excuse to
Behead the speaker
With teasing axes
Of stinking verbosity
In the meanest land on the Earth
Herd of bloodthirsty parasites
Gather to stone The Undeniable
To death
Assuming that 
Dregs of wisdom
Can be wiped out
And pure rotten life
Can be swallowed
And taste like frozen honey
And I, standing on the edge of universe
Detached from the carnal territory
Of shepherd-less cattle of vultures
Breathe the enchanting scent
Of transparent prism of truth
While the soothing breeze of freedom
Blows to whisper
That Academy of Eden
Cannot be far…


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rose's lover

Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
 
But in the midst of the baskets of the sun,
A tiny red bud popped its head,
It grew unnoticed, seen by none.
But as she blossomed, things started to turn around.
 
For among the yellow tulips, the rose was a novelty,
A sight that every passer-by would stop to acknowledge,
To appreciate the possibility, the rose's color, her beauty.
And the tulips' monotonous color only enhanced hers.
 
But even as she was constantly valued and admired,
Even as the whole world seemed to love her,
The only thing that her heart truly desired,
Was the soft caress of the dew drops from heaven.
 
Because you see, under the tulips so towering,
The little rose only had a small window to the skies.
She only watched as the tulips danced in the rain glowing.
Her heart ached for when a tiny drop would fall upon her too.
 
Among her many admirers, one started to visit frequently,
A young man, lean and handsome was enchanted by her.
He would gaze at her and at times stroke her gently,
For he was enraptured by her beauty and fragility.
 
He would sing songs, write poems about her,
And soon the tulips cleared a path for him,
From the edge of the field to his pearl.
But soon the rose was nearing her end.
 
She knew it and despaired, for she never lived her dream,
Even as she revelled in her admirer's love and affection,
She would never get that chance, it did seem,
For she was losing her petals one by one.
 
The last day arrived and she held onto her last.
He was there by her side looking melancholy,
Remembering her vibrant days, visualising the contrast.
Afraid to touch her, he sat by her side.
 
He couldn't help it as a tear slipped out,
But the little drop landed straight on her only petal,
Her heart lifted and her soul soared, for she had no doubt,
That the dew hugging her was more special than any from the sky.
 
In that fleeting moment she felt truly at peace,
She had realized the true meaning of love,
And so the last petal she did release,
To move onto her eternal ever after.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Free verse | |

My Friend Flicker

A spark igites
 and the rest is history.
 
That lone, single spark
 is responsible for it, all!
 
The laughter, tears, and anger,
 depression, giddiness, and regret;
 
all were each but, a single live-wire.
 Once lit, ther is no turning back!
 
However, it's the moment that decides
 which avenue shall encompass
 
where the fire shall burn,
 and exactly who should be holding the flame!


Details | Free verse | |

Violent Erratic Transgressions

My mind set to overdrive my mindset erratic it all comes too easy now as I make blatant transgressions For I am the anti-God simply don't give a nod to the rest of creation in an against everything nation release of my stranglehold to let doors fly open for if your too narrow how will order fit in? I kill the conflict as it comes to arise with all my conviction strike like the arrow's infliction I'll bring an end to your era It's as plain as day to me cut myself to watch it bleed a little pain teaches a long lesson a tiny quirk brings forth the question Who I am, if not for me you cut me deep, still I don't bleed you hurt me so, still no regret I breathe in new life and exhale death I exhume my intention only for me to know please tell me, oh God does your garden still grow? It all decays to start anew all the damage I struggle through to piece together what is still left I turn from no one they turn from me, instead with one look, I had them shook while the holy man puts hope into a fictional book.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Moribund Mask - a tribute to lonliness

With my knees to my chin,
And my arms to my chest,
And my eyes to the dead space,
And my cheek to the floor,
My lip to the other,
And my mind on the door,

And they’re pooling, unknowing,
Forlorn tears, not flowing,
Caught and held by the eye shape
That’s protected and glazed.
They look to the inside,
At the fire that blazed.

But still is my breathing
And blank my expression,
And neutral the lip set,
And limp my position,
With minimal movement,
It became tradition

With thoughts that plough forward,
Bereft in my small world,
Just waiting and empty;
As always I’m cleaving 
To hope that I don’t trust;
Assurance that’s leaving.

And it swells to a wail,
That will silently howl
Through a heart that is sobbing
It collapses in grief.
Though eyes don’t betray me;
The glimmer is brief.

Though the torture maintains
Its unyielding grip,
My swelled heart thuds sedition
Against rusty iron bars,
You won’t see me hurting
Through my moribund mask,
No you won’t see my heart 
Through my moribund mask.


Details | Free verse | |

I Will Survive.

I sprain my ankle alot
doing things my ankle can't handle,
obviously.
My fondue is simmered by the pain; the flame of new.
Makes me feel alive,
and a bit horny too.
I will survive.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gamble

Two hearts in sweet harmony
Together a rapturous symphony
Of a love without bounds

My faith is unwavering
Love’s taste requires savoring
Such emotion astounds

Through love I have striven
My whole heart has been given
Then the requiem sounds

Is the chance worth taking
Partake again of love making
Another’s heart confounds

Yes, it is worth the gamble
The thrilling preamble
Love completely surrounds

Two hearts in sweet harmony
Together a rapturous symphony
Of a love without bounds


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Me Again

When all  the easy times,
turned into long cold nights
I let myself take the blame
I felt so numb inside
And lost my sense of pride-
Now I'm no longer ashamed 
I'm Me again.

I've conquered all my fears.
Now i'm at peace again
Cryin happy tears.

It's great to feel again
That I love who I am
I'm Me again 

I've come back from despair
My heart is free again
To laugh, to love, to care
I'm in control again
The only role I play is me.
In all those years of need
So few believed  in me
Fair weather friends walked away
it was a long hard fall;
I thought I'd love it all-

Now i can stand proud and say
This time i'm thinking of number one
And letting my spirit shine through 
I'm leading my life
like it's only begun
Cause being myself has made me feel brand new. 

Where the boys are 
don't break the heart that loves you
My happiness
I don't want to walk without you 
White cliffs of dover cry
I'm me again
milk and Honey
lincoln St Chapel 
No Sun today 
What good are tears
Comme Ci Comme Ca


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Summertime

Dead leaves and cheap red wine
Remind me of the summertime
Remind me of everything

She says she knows me well
Always one to kiss and tell
Tell me love will ring

And sun is shining
And she’s still crying
We were laying on blanket
Thinking no one else could see

Until the moon was rising
I thought our love was dying 
Then whispers from lips
Told me all I need to know

Forever lost in endless bliss
The night of our first kiss
Her love was so wonderful

Heartaches and sad goodbyes
Ripped away the summertime
Ripped away everything

And her heart was beating
And her skin was warm
In the back seat of my chevy
She made me a man

And my mind was fleeting
With my fingers reading
The story of her body
And song of her soul

And when I think about that night
Her beauty still surrounds me
Like a blanket made of wool

And when I wonder where shes gone
Her memory disturbs me
Wakes me up from sleep

Her love still confounds
Made me who I was to be
But the summer never left me
It still burns here today
A fire raging northward 
Across a huge expanse of space

Even in the heart of winter
The warmth still remains
Like beacon shining onward
Asking me to stay


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Censorship In The Arts

Frozen and left for dead
 I can speak no words
 nor shake my head
 only the sky 
moves on
 above me
 
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
 


Details | Rhyme | |

illusions of reality

compassionate beauty flowers from the innermost pain, ignore the words stirring amongst an abnormal brain, and when i speak to much truth just label me insane, weak minds will never understand the knowledge in which i obtain. surrounded by deaf ears and corrupted tongues, the spiritual smoke of revelations condenses within my lungs, leading me to the vast fields of psychological warfare, the dimensions of this synthetic reality begin to tear, euphoria almost to strong to bear with kaleidoscopic visuals of infinite spiraling portals upon which i stare, what i see within myself could be the beautiful glow of a dream or the ugly darkness of a nightmare. captivation within thyself commences the construction of a psychological imperium, to unveil the true form leaves all speechless like a sociological delirium, yet they remain blinded by illusions as if abnormally elongated cilium.


Details | Haiku | |

NO ARTIST CAN DO

                                        God painted this World			
			
                                       The Nature is drawn alive			
			
                                             No artist can do			


Details | Rhyme | |

Spill Canvas For Ruby

Your light shines through this wattled heart of mine ...
It seeps through the cracks unwoven in a twine.... 

And though my soul is filled with thistles and thorns ..... 
The light you evoke is what my spirit mourns....

But like wilted roses and shattered dreams....
My heart dies in a land of scattered screams.... 

And at times its you that strings me like a laced up shoe...
And silence the madness with the things you do....

If love had a backbone you would be it.... 
And if strength had a nickname Ruby would be fit.... 

Its the thoughts of you why i hold my tongue .... 
And abscond from feelings of joy to feeling totally numb.... 

Because it is you who protects me from the wolves at night.... 
Vociferous vixens with the intentions of spite.... 

To me you are more than mere flesh and bone....
You are my goddess i kneel at your throne.... 

My lion queen my vanilla bean i will always be your man.... 
143286 no one could ever understand....

As i paint the colors of love in the abattoir of your broken heart.... 
There's a personified reflection from you cascading to me like a painting in art.... 

So forever in my heart you will remain.... 
On a spill canvas more than just a stain


Details | Free verse | |

Dreams

I awake each morning alive, my mind empty, it craves more sleep.
Except on occasions where I have encountered a dream.
It is time to get up, for what?
Some caffeine? Some words written or words spoke?
There is no work to be done, I have this thought each day.
I despise it, so I stay creative in defiance.
A poem, a song, a story, a picture or a journey into the madness of the dream.
Is that what separates us from the rest?
Everywhere I see them, fulfilled, joyous, cloned in their mundane states.
Do they dwell on death? Do they dwell on existence?
Do they dwell on the lie that we are owed what we desire? 
I envy the smiler, the clone, the one with the life.
The one who does not feel the dream.
The dream is a parasite, a parasite which covers the eye's and poisons the internal need for peace.
Envy is a terrible trait they say, yet it is one I have learned to embrace
For I have encountered a dream.


Details | Lyric | |

I Gave You Right Back

I remember when you gave yourself to me,
But I gave you right back.
Because I couldn’t stop hurting you,
And I hated doing that.
I can’t be selfish as I wanna be,
and much as I need your touch.
I can’t have that follow me.
Enough just might be enough.

But love comes all the way back around,
I didn’t know you then and I don’t know you now.

Hearts beat,
Trust me,
I asked mine to stop beating aloud.
Tears are dreams,
That have to flee,
Cause they’d been cast out. 
And smiles speak,
Yours talks to me,
But I replied with a frown.
Cause I can’t keep this up,
Enough is now enough.
Don’t look for me I’m gone now.


Details | Rhyme | |

To The One I Loved

I want to thank you for being a complete ass
I learned so much from you as if I were in class
You were the teacher of life’s many lessons
As your pupil, I took them as disguised blessings
I had experienced things I’d never been through
Now I’m a master and I’m here to say thank you

Thank you for lying to me about your marriage
From the very beginning you were burning that bridge
I never thought I would deal with a married man
But apparently, that was just a part of your plan
Tired of what was at home, you preyed on me
Naïve and green at the age of twenty-three

Thank you so much for punching me in my face
I’m guessing I needed to be put in my place?
From the very first hit, my eyes started to open
But love decided to keep me prisoner back then
The hair pulling, face spitting, and yes, the neck choking
Were all because it was you I was “provoking”

Thank you for hurting me with your spiteful words
Guess you thought my love was for the birds
I was a *****, I was ugly, I was uppity, I was fat
An annoying sore you couldn’t help but pick at
Powerless in your world, you tried controlling mine
So your verbal abuse was used to keep me in line

Thank you for abandoning me in my time of need
Leaving me alone to deal with my pregnancy
Times I was sick, I had no one to console me
You left me alone so that you didn’t have to hold me
I gave birth in the presence of your absence
While you secretly laughed at my heart’s expense

Thank you for teaching me all about relationships
That sense shouldn’t be dimmed by love’s eclipse
Before I get too deep, I should know his intentions
And that I could avoid hurt if I just pay attention
I am of worth and I shouldn’t be disrespected
I deserve love and I shouldn’t be neglected

My heart is of gold and should be protected
Reciprocation of love should be expected
My heart should not be force fed suspicion
So my trust should be earned, not easily given
To the one I won’t name, I want to say thank you
For all the *****that you have put me through.


Details | Rhyme | |

Befor There Was You

Befor you  i felt the emptyness  and cold.
The  sting reflected by thoose who  
had grown bitter and old.

In desperation at times we cling to that which we 
hold dear.
But  passion warms the soul.
And love  does erase the fear.

Befor there was you I never really knew me.
when were lost in depression.
At times we never truely see.

It's a struggle im willing to endure.
My heart is lost in a ocean.
Stricken by a beautiful sickness for which there
is no cure.

love is like a mist  that covers the ground with dew.
Emptyness  was my life.
Befor there was you.

Dedicated To the other half of my heart  
Julie Loveless


Details | Ballad | |

La lumière des étoiles d'ambre-

For years I had desired to 
write a thing of beauty, 
yet beauty, as always, escaped me… 
for beauty as I found through 
experience and misery, 
is merely the plaything of the beautiful: 
the acrimonious agent 
of their delicate deceit,
invoked:
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”
unattainable to all, reluctantly fey, 
betrayed by our delusion 
and indefinable inertia,
invoked:
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”


Details | Imagism | |

@#**!MANIAC@#***!!!

I came face to face with a basket case
and yet stayed in place despite wanting to step back a pace.
His eyes glowed with a blue as cold as ice
and i did not move for fear of the price.
I stood my ground not making a sound
 as he did the same not looking around only staring me down.
So i spoke,comming to a choke
and as silence was broke his lips mocked mine as to joke.
No more i stated as i assesed and contemplaited,
nor did he as he patiently waited.
Deciding this was a test,one to be graded,
i set to do my best or leave more jaded.

      (so i spoke yet again to my odd but familiar friend)
 I don't know what your problem might be
as you stand there and stare.
 Trying to look so frightening,
i hope you're aware that i am not scared.
      (His lips yet again repeated the god awful sin)

He mocked sankronizingly every word i had said.
I shouted,don't patronize me and don't try to get in my head!
Yet once again,he mouthed what i had sang.
I sprang with a blow that landed in a bang.
I began to weep at what i discovered through my tears,
for the blood of my knuckles covered a broken mirror.


Details | Rhyme | |

Slither Slider Sludge

slither slider sluge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain 
with the rage of shadows past

I am anger I am pain
I heard the shadows 
felt the rain
caste the feelings out in vain

listen to the words I say
feel the warmth of summers day
we fight again a waste of time
why should it be this way

slither slider sluge
perhaps we leave the dust
a ray of like a slight decay
perhaps I see the light of day

We took unto this home of ours
a child of the night
a child caste in shadows past
his light of slivers plight 

His cry within the wilderness
I could not turn away
and yet with money speaking
we could not have him stay

begone the the thoughts of money
I could not turn away
I could hear the child heart crying
I had to let him stay

my heart reached out to cover him
in mantels of my soul
together we must shoulder then
the defects of our gaols

And yet we see the start of light
the growth of wisdoms road
as school results begin to shake
the devil from the toad


Details | Free verse | |

fallen down

fall end down
some, someone that can’t find me when I’m lost
and all the pieces I picked up
that everyone behind me forgot
and the small of me
is somewhere well beyond me
caught up
If we get to get to that again
Well we get to do that
The days move faster
And the knees
Get to be bruised
Under the jeans


Details | Lyric | |

Collision

Collision…

I am already working hard to make it through today
No desire, I am uninspired
And I just can’t find a way
I am bogged down in a physical prison
Under a darker cloud that obscures my vision
My head and heart collide
And I am not sure which side I am on…

There is good and bad
What I have or used to have does not matter anymore
There is happy and sad
But I am out in the hall between two locked doors
I am climbing the walls
Stretching beyond my imagination
But my fascination with the game has waned a great deal
My heart and head collide
And I am still not sure which side I am on…


Details | Free verse | |

Essence

Somewhere on the table,
Kept the taste,
Chocolate, cherry and hazelnut.
The cup..., the wine.
Looked at; fate.
Vanished, the bouquet; the wind.
Thought flees away.
Diving in textures, and tongues.
Sweet breath of the Gods.
Soft touch of the lips.
Liquids and dreams.


Details | Concrete | |

In the treachery

...In the treachery of the unkind...

...With a willingness to find...

...All wrongs to the left...

...The calculated claw...
...in the darkest sanctuary...

...confused drenched in toxic waste...

...The strive explore to capture...

...Neath ones' crippled rhetoric...

...reason hibernates...

...understanding accepts...

...belligerent stray...

... Oppression set free...

Like winged bird... harnessed with new song...

...In the treachery...

...Neath sky echo...

...Left some where in the blue...

...Way behind...

...Way beyond...

...Neath sky echo...

  


Details | Narrative | |

What Do You See

I found this old poem while helping to clean out a house that was vacant. I hope you 
don't mind that I didn't write it but it was too awesome not to post. Enjoy--------
          

                                   What Do You See

What do you see, nurses? What do you see?	
What are you thinking when your looking at me? 
A crabby old women, not very wise.
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply.
When you say with your loud voice, "I do wish you'd try."
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
and forever is losing a sock or a shoe.
Who unresisting or not lets you do as you will.
When bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what your thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse, your not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I drink at your bidding, as I sit at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother.
Brothers and sisters who love one another.
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at 20. my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows I primised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own.
Who need me to build a secure happy home.
A women of 30, my young now grow fast.
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At 40 my young sons near grown will be gone.
But my man stays beside me to see I don't mourn.
At 50 once more babies play round my knee. 
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead.
I look to the future and shudder with dread.
For my young ones are busy rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm an old women now and nature is cruel.
It's her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
There now is a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells.
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and loving life over again.
I think of the years, all the few--gone to fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes nurses, open and see.
Not a crabby old women, look closer,  see ME.

This poem was found among the effects of a patient who died at the Oxford
University Geriatric Service in England. Author is unknown.


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love starved

If love is a hunger.Then my heart is 
empty.The pains run deeper then 
the pacific ocean floor.So many 
lovers my heart feels like a revolving 
door.I ask my mother to feed me 
cause i    hunger for her love .She 
gave me the left over scraps from 
my sisters and brother.barely 
enough to stop the pain.I ask my 
father to feed me and he only feeds 
my mother ,and when he 
remembers that I have no love he 
says hes fresh out.I asked my 
husband to  feed me .But he cant 
even make food.He gives me a 
dinner mint of lust .It disappears as 
soon  as it touches my 
lips.Countless lovers taking from an 
already starved heart. The inner 
parts of my heart consumed by the 
love given but never received.My 
heart is just and empty hollow lining 
.So empty the hunger pains can 
never be felt again.


Details | Free verse | |

my word

my word stands
askanced- sliced through
a sliver of vision
darting curiously
amongst meaning-
leaning against
edges, growling in
hungry whispers-
plucks its own feathers-
burns its own whiskers-
intention is minute made
invention- a testament to
time- to rhyme, echoes
of thought meaning nothing,
meaning everything- to
unfold sense, the sting of
understanding, the hopped
fence- my word wanders,
plunders, evokes, lights
up the spirit & tokes


Details | Rhyme | |

It's a Crazy World I'm Living In

It is a crazy world I’m living in
Don’t know where I am or where I’ve been
I’ve lost my mind some people say
But it lost me along the way
Was very weak right from the start
Was always ruled by my heart
Then my heart, it did betray
And left me for another one day
Life’s not easy when you’re missing parts
Don’t miss my mind, but I miss my heart
All I had left was my soul to keep
And I gave it to god as I fell asleep
I prayed for the answers to keep me together
Through the storms that I must weather
Then once again I’ll be full speed ahead
I’ll live in my heart and think with my head


Details | Free verse | |

Agua Marina

A shade of purity, but with a hint of notoriety. Deceptive but innocently, Aquamarine, like you, I live up to be. Peace you may bear, but chaos I can bare. Clear blue eyes, virtuously hiding lies.


Details | Free verse | |

Visual Stimulations

In this moment
Of sheer damned damage
I grasp it
As if I owned it
It's devasting tragedy
It's underwhelming overture
A symphony of sadness
Bringing a drabness 
To a whole new light

For your eyes
Enter surprise 
Everytime an Eden dies
Paradise is lost
As the look upon
Your bewildered face

A well known man
Prospered today
By throwing all his 
Troubles away
Without a care
In the sand or sky
He blows his glass house
With all his might
A God once
Begat this wind
Let it blow the new tide in

A counterpart to a planet
It's moon
Gave a perfect ellipse
On which it sways and swoons
On a day which burns like June
The synopsis starts 
To fall in tune

I see now how earth was born
Spitting out from fiery arms
A mass that just basks us
In a light
A light for us to read at night
Knowledge was his first insight
That built his godhead 
Into a sturdy third eye
Now they called us civilized

What turn is forming
Next for mankind
Robots becoming biological
Humans becoming machines
Still the fear is there between
The lines and cracks, overlooked
Where I currently hold my peace
In a place that don't exist
In a place you won't believe in
I stretch my imagination
On the cusp of my creation
These words can burn in better now
As visual stimulations



Details | Free verse | |

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WIND

Against the indigo velvet skies 
The sweetly scented nightly breeze 
Sends leaves falling, rustling 
Allowing moonlight thru the trees  
 
Through curtains softly billowing 
The moonlight steals its furtive glance 
Flirting with silky ebony shadows
Performing their nightly ritual dance 
 
On the other side of the wind 
Whispers softly echo in her mind 
Beckoning her… 
To listen to their voice 
Telling her his love she’ll surely find  
 
The wind chimes in spiral curves 
A moment that’s timeless stirs her soul 
To a crystalline awakening in her heart 
Welcoming imbuing intrusions to console 

In quiet moments she breathes him in 
His hand in hers, feelings linger 
A graceful dance to walk a path 
Feeling his  touch upon her fingers 

A trail of tears tinged with sighs 
Thoughts of him entrench the dark 
A restless soul needing warmth 
In quiet moments he invades her heart 
Will she find him once again… 
On the other side of the wind?         


Details | I do not know? | |

Ghost In The Mirror

Sleeping alone is better than living a lie!
You've worn my conscience dry.
I will not forgive you.
I will not forget.
Deception is dead.
I don't wanna go back.
My heart never strayed.
You are the one who let this fall to the ground.
I screamed your name for days.
My echoes were the only returning sound. 
This misery is now your business.
And i don't feel like being your company.
Now I am the voices you hear.
But I am no longer near.
I am now the ghost in your mirror.
As you look at the past through pictures.
You're screaming into your reflection.
You're wondering where have I gone.
As you let out your own sad song.
I have pressed on and I'm never looking back.
The only thing behind me is the past and my shoe tracks.
I won't look back.
You let me go, now that I'm gone, you'll be alright.
Or will you? 
The pain that you feel can be nothing compared to what you caused me.
Changing me from a shell of the man that i used to be.
Now more prepared than ever for what awaits ahead.
I'll walk this road on my own, without you anywhere in sight.
I'm leaving you in the dust, how does it feel now that I've given up the fight? 
You thought that I'd always be on your side.
You betrayed me, now I'm going to live my own life.
I don't need this hurt in my heart, I don't need these thoughts of you in my mind. 
I've buried them so far deep into the back of my head.
You're dead.
You're dead to me. 
You let out your screams, but they fail to meet my ears.
You're losing your mind, how the hell does it feel? 
Sleepless nights.
Insomnia.
Your nightmare's arrived.
But your nightmare has become as real as it gets.
This is the life that you wanted, now your mind flooded with regret.
Your heart aches, as I walk, as I runaway.
The sun has set for you.
The nightmare is here to stay.


Details | Free verse | |

Choices

Stay now with me , and listen to my sighs,
Bidding me to drain the curse and know it all.
	Feigned that I spake ill of thee,
As to who beholds two currents thwart amid
	the fluctous profound.

	Pass , pass upon your way , for 
I grow never old...and townward take to their
	whirring flight. That o'er the green 
cornfield did pass as I trembled.
Remarking how ill we are ; all 
		dissembled.
Hands, that the rod of empire might have 
swayed, in one long yelllow string wound.
	Tell how they lived and died
not heeding to the blight.
	Dying in distant music, even as it came...
upon the fated night ,  gloomy encompassing 
	thee around.
And in the green underwood and cover, up ,
	from the mystic play of shadows twining
and twisting as if they were alive...
	Mindful the while that thus time flies for you,
That I myself was not more whimsical. Burning
	more truely as it dwells, than 
where the lights scatter amid two voices.
	And all else is silent & perfect
with my choices.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Lost Walk

Moonlit night of my lost love
Fullness raptures my hearts soul
Darkness falls behind me deep
Endlessly I walk.



written for
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dream Weaver 
Contest Name Dodoitsu Darkness 


Details | Free verse | |

This Is It

The new chapter. The new chapter of my life.

A happy, healthy chapter…the one that I deserve.

I searched deep within myself, and finally found the nerve.

The nerve to move on...

The nerve to forget…

About the past, about the pain, and all of the regret.




I am not the person I once was…. for this is my new start.

I am no longer the girl with a broken home, a broken heart.

I am now the girl with a bright future of love, happiness and success;

So now is it time to go out, and buy a new dress?

Because my old clothes just don’t fit like they once did…

So now, they hang as ghosts of the girl that I have been.


Details | Lyric | |

More Doors

I must sit down and turn around
 be mindful as I sit,
 
the reason you can't see my face
 is it's covered with your spit!
 
This gravy-train is quite insane
 I chew my food real good;
 
I have a way of saying things
 but I'm so, misunderstood!
 
It's alright, I'll be polite
 and say what's on my mind;
 
if negatives breed negatives
 I'll be the other kind.
 
With borrowed soap, I can't lose hope
 and air my cares outside;
 
if the time's not right and at this height,
 it'll be impossible to hide!
 
Tweedle-dee, and tweedle-dum
 no worries in the rain;
 
all my good and bad times
 end up going down the drain.
 
Seems to me my final plea
 won't say as much as yours;
 
my journey's almost over
 while you've still a lot more doors !


Details | Bio | |

What You need

Look in the mirror...Check
Crack your back....Check
Laugh at yourself
and pretend like
your funny but
really your sitting
in a room all alone
on a Friday night
and want to curl
up in a corner and
weep with joy because you cant 
believe 
your 18

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 
14 15 16 17

To 18!

So beautiful

...

Check


Details | Blank verse | |

The Uninvited

The uninvited
laid its heart down
in the middle of my hand
in the shape
of a tumor

The uninvited
radiated
through my palm,
a dark & sullen presence

The uninvited
settled in to
stay a while,
sit a spell,
make itself to home,
perhaps
start a family

~~

The uninvited
was radiated
(right-back-at-ya!)
and invited to
leave the premises,
get out, depart,

be gone

The uninvited
changed form,
from heart to butterfly
with frozen, solid wings
& lay gasping in my hand

The uninvited
shrank from the radiance,
shed its masquerade
& disappeared,
a vampire in the light


Details | Free verse | |

Word Kitten

little poem kitten why do you bound 
after the falling crimson edged leaves
letters trapped like frightened sparrows
under the spaces of your paws….

Stalk the scampering winds
with their billowing dog-like schemes...
fellow with a clever well tempered claw .
you untie a thread from the lines
that the moon in diligence 
writes on the covers of my ribs...

As the night sews mysteries
around the corners of the house.
Come inside my little one--
--tiger among the deer like commas--


The sputtering fire awaits
to warm us as the leaves press 
cool elegies on the shades,
& you my little kitten
may curl up and sleep
upon my chest
dream like a poem
 i will allow  you
 to dwell
in the splashing chambers of my heart...


Details | Rhyme | |

In the Air

Silent sorrow deep within a heart so full of pain.
No one will see when you're alone and tears begin to rain.
The weight of human pride is more than any man can bear.
When loneliness won't let you know what it is like to share.

But then one day the clouds begin to dissapate and fade.
The sun comes out and you realize that you have got it made.
And with this heart so full of hope.
You know that God has been right there to always help you cope.

So the question is, what will you do with this lighter shade of blue?
This is not a quiz, but it's nice to know that angels are there for you.
So when the depths of hell rise up and burn you at the stake.
Let their love remind you that it's not all a mistake.

Now that yesterday has gone away and brought you here to stay.
Theres nothing left for you to do but kneel down and pray.
And hope that they will let you know that they are always there.
And to know they truely care, you only need breath in the air.


Details | Rhyme | |

Plucking words from the sky

Plucking words from the sky

Plucking words out from the sky
Never let one pass me by
Could be birds, could be a tree
Could be pure, sweet mystery
Songs of love, or songs of joy
Words so bold, or words so coy
Let them touch this clear white sheet
Creating poems so very neat.

Don’t know why I write these things
And yet enjoyment they do bring
When write is done, I send them out
Tell the world what I’m about
Folk may like them, some might not
They might not always be too hot
But I will write them all day long
I love to write these little songs

It’s my joy to feel them flow
Hope they’ll make someone’s heart glow
Won’t make money, I don’t mind
Writing helps me to unwind
I’ll always be a poet fellow
Gets me feeling mild, and mellow
When I pass my time away
Writing ditty’s every day.

18 April 2014 @ 1017hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

ONE OF VISCERA

                                                        one of viscera
                                                bearer of every passion
                                                      becomes victim of.........

                                                   heart makes life live on
                                                 gives highest contribution
                                                       till dies to the end


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Love Is Overflowing

Jesus love is abundant 
and overflowing!
His love, in my life,
 I’m now enjoying!

Jesus’ abundance of mercy is sweet!
It’s changed me!  I’m now complete!

Jesus’ blood has washed away 
sin’s stains
It set me free! 
 And broke life’s chains!

Jesus has brought his awesome
 redemption!
He loves me so much! 
 There’s no exception!

Jesus can do the same for you! 
 Won’t you let him!
Remember he cares for you!  
Don’t forget him!

Thanks be to Jesus!  
And his majesty displayed.
Through him, a way to heaven,
 has been made!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Personal Civil War

There is a civil war raging within my soul
As in the American Civil War of old.
The battle is between my heart and my mind.
It concerns whether or not I will find
True happiness with you…

My mind tells me to proceed with caution.
I thought you wanted only true emotion.
Does he feel what you are feeling?
Will love disappoint you and send you reeling?
Now I am confused…

Then my heart says to me, girl, you better hang on.
The best thing you ever had will be gone.
My heart tells me then, girl, you are in love.
Then says you’ve already broken me enough. 
I ask you…

You are no help, because a similar war is brewing
Its way through your soul, oh what is it doing?
So, I drive you crazy with my questions about how you feel.
You want me and I want you, is that enough, is this real?
Remember when love was so easy?

Boy meets girl, they fall in love
And they live happily ever after…
What happened to that kind of love?
That is what I want, what I am after…
Do you think…

Because we have been down that road
Are we afraid to tread that path of old?
“Follow your heart”, I have always heard said,
But mine is sending mixed messages to my head.
Ok, heart and mind…

Should we both hang on and see this thru?
Are you the one for me and am I the one for you?
Should I ignore the negative thoughts I get
Knowing you are the best one, yet?
I say, “Yes!”


Details | Free verse | |

and there will be days

and there will be days
that not many will count along with me
and all the clouds that follow
will neither blow, nor not borrow
near what i did not wish to furrow
for longer than that shadow
might wish to shine 'long near me
it is more than an early, easy
sun to set
and dawn on
my simple mindset
oh. . . there will be days
that we've yet. . . to met
and only traces left behind
for what we already know
we never forget


Details | Romanticism | |

Faith

                                    

I am thrown into the open air
with faith that I will be caught  
I eat the delicious food served
with faith that poison exists not
I live in this small world
with faith that I am secure
I learn many things
with faith that I will remain pure
 I board an airplane, to venture  someplace
with faith on the pilot, that I shall reach
I sit in the class, full attention
with faith that wisdom, the teacher shall teach
I ride the boat of truth, in the river of life
with faith that He shall row
I hold a tight grip on God's hand
with faith that he will never let go.


Details | Haiku | |

EYE

                                                  black sun focuses 
                                       from soft white round eyeball sky 
                                                   catches images 


Details | Free verse | |

Patriarch --Revised--

“Deus Pascit Corvis” adorns the crest of the House of Raven. 
A literal translation: “God feeds even the ravens”; 
The living Word might translate: God provides for all, both good and bad.  
The House of Raven chose this creed, chose this yoke.
The thought of this stirs in my soul, that my Father’s people would invite,
Both his neighbor and his enemy alike to dine at his own table, in the service of our Lord.

The crest itself depicts a Corvis, or Raven,
Surrounded by a shield of gold.
A simple standard, though symbolic of so much:
Leadership and ingenuity, prudent and persevering, tough but sufficing.	
				
To carry this name, to have the honor of birth to this lineage,
I hold only the deepest of gratitude.

The Lord gave my Father the strength,
To be a model for God in my young life.  
He based his paternal guidance on the Word of the Son,
And planted the seed of love in my heart that it may one day grow to bloom,
With faith.  That I might be the oak for my family that my Father was for me.
Blessed is the Lord, for my Father and for his Father who provided the grit and the resource, 
And carved out the pedestal on which our family stands.

I now believe, in my heart of hearts, that all of this was given, the Corvis Patriarch, 
Modest but persistent, for the service of our Lord,
That we should strive to do all things for the Glory of God through the Word of the 
Son. 


Details | Lyric | |

ECLIPSE

The rays of Sun cannot reach this earthly surface
Since the sunshine is eclipsed and glows no more.
Some ominous obsession is haunting like menace.
Something is rotten at heart of earth, slightly sore.

Sin-drenched hearts, revengeful souls cannot feel
The sufferings of mankind, the sinking humanity
Nor their own downfall of that inner ethical zeal.
A dark shade covers, darkens their ethical sanity.

That luminescence of heart has eclipsed in dark
And emotion cannot fathom its diabolical depth.
In that core, now, some menacing monsters lurk
To eat up what illumines us with its serene breath.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

expanding negative-space

expanding negative-space

...from the eye
of an artist's
howling-pen
language-weeps

language-weeps

after-words language-weeps

from the wounds that reason makes;

seep from wounds of omission,
seep from some-deep-super-scary-Sa?sKara,
seep from some gimme-gimballed lurching-duality,

trembling from the loss of blood
lost in the wailing rhythm of suffering,
...
innocent victims like you and me,
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy",

there where the manic-music lifts
dreams farther-f u r th e r then the stretchered edges in longings go,

to those places where the bubble-breaks,
there

where all that's left is dark and deep.


Details | Free verse | |

Art Is For Sale

Art Is For Sale


The Art is for sale
As the banner reads
Under the shadows of sponsor
The colors of mind lay to dry
Colors of the personality mingle
Orange, green, red and blue
Bursting on canvas of money
How much of it is genuine aRts
As it only exists in $ and £
Artist today survive on desires
Hope someday a rich man
 will buy them all
patronize him and his aRt
I am not against the rich 
Nor favoring any one
Its just today’s outlook 
To survive to pain
You must sale the pervious
But some application to those
Who care to preserve the aRts
For money or for love
The aRt is for sale


Details | Rhyme | |

folly

i filled my me with lit-ra-ture
epic songs and pretty words
  the most important thing i learned
was all the thoughts i'd never heard


Details | Rhyme | |

Here Comes Death Inquiring

Not just yet, and not for a while
There's someone yet unmet
Her name is God's Smile.

So stay away, my grim friend
And call again another day
Do try not to condescend.

For flesh abates, and then sighs
And thus secretly elates
Along with soul to die.

For soul pines, to see Father
But heart is not so inclined
It is he that you bother.

It is he, heart that you offend
In that he has so longed to be
With her for years on end.

And Oh, what blasting disdain
This old heart would then show
For your premature bane!

So go my future friend, into the night
And do not soon come this way again
For, I have the heart for a good fight!


                                            
                           Timothy I. Brumley              


Details | I do not know? | |

Delusions of a phantom life

I wont lose a moments sleep over the loss of you,
I will not miss the broken promises shattered dreams and lies,
You took my heart on a journey that left me homeless,
Root-bound, empty,
I was given over by the luster the sparkle in your eyes,
But now I see you for what you really are…..

My false self, my brokenness, my twisted world view,
The whispered doubt in the ears of a child,
No longer have you sway over me,
I have been convinced of the truth seen in the eyes of forgivness,
The door to the hidden places kicked down by fierce Love,
I am free, I am free, I am free.
Now you flee, now you flee, now you flee,
Your not me, your not me, your not me, 
But the delusion’s of a phantom life,



Details | Monoku | |

WORD BEARS MEANINGFUL SENSE

   Sense bears meaning, meaning bears word and again word bears meaningful sense


Details | Rhyme | |

stand firmly your ground

tempos and rhythms
opening lines penned
sketches from yesterday
swirl random memories within
stirring from the silence,I awake
poured out into a sound
be planted as roots to a tree
stand firmly your ground


Details | Rhyme | |

Heaven on Earth

The sent of a woman is like fine incense
feeing our heads with romantic thoughts
creating feelings so strong and tense
the simple curves enticing us so
driving us mad with rapid thoughts
the way women talk and smile
for that pleasure we would run a mile

The embrace of a woman is like fine silk
the creamy soft skin similar to milk
the way they walk on leggs so strong
grabs men attention from beginning to end
to tempt us so is never wrong
to hear a woman breathe is like a song
a chime in our head like a gong

The smile of a woman is like heaven
only   the good deserve it
only strong will receive it
trust me brother if you fail to believe it
you will never touch heaven on earth


Details | Lyric | |

Breath's Away

Underneath my dream, idea tree
 with full access to my library
 where the moments only count if your breath's away;
 
tread softly through the canopy's veil
 it's anyone's guess, in this odd tale;
 are they at work? Are they at rest? Or will they play?
 
~
 
So quick! Am I to sanitize
 each moment bold, I categorize;
 so I know when one does end, and the next shall start;
 
breathe each one in, or turn to stone
 after all they're yours, and yours alone
 you gave to each one "life", inside your heart!
 
~
 
Not one thing can better describe
 the essence of a soul's own vibe,
 than, what prompts a heart to quicken like the birds;
 
we've each had footprints shadow made,
 but, sunlit footprints never fade;
 when our breath's away, each legacy needs no words !
 
~


Details | Lyric | |

HOW CAN A BIRD THAT WAS BORN FOR JOY SIT IN A CAGE AND SING

The Cage is so dark and so misty, I can hardly breathe there.
The words that echo there are so melancholic and appalling,
The Voices can only whisper as if they are strangled by Fear.
How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing!

The constellations of night, the luminescence of rainforest,
The infinite azure sky, the crimson horizon, the cozy pond,
The ocean, the stony mountains, even the shady bird-nest,
Everything summons my Heart but still it cannot respond.

My Heart is a song bird that is imprisoned in an inner Cage.
How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing!
Let my Heart fly towards liberty, breaking bars of bondage
So that it can sing in a merry tune again by flapping its wing.


Details | Free verse | |

Words For The Seekers Of Light

What is left to be said whats done is far behind I'll always be filled with wonder until all reasoning subsides Sometimes I feel it's pointless for me to even try a futile attempt to break through your weakness disguised as pride As I write this all for me I won't apologize I've been sorry for long enough maybe its a failure to realize the strides I made were paid in full yet I still give you credit your not lost, just misinformed it's not your fault so don't regret it I only know what love is because it opposes my hate by the time it reaches inside my soul it will intentionally be too late I'll leave room for no one to care it always just seems they do if one would could define you it might be too much confused So now you fold into the generic mold the world is full of that only you can really change it at the rate it's going, I doubt that


Details | I do not know? | |

I Am A Writer

Not inspired by great people before me
Not bound by words to be graded by this time
I am a writer for all time
Inspired solely by my spirits knowledge
Bound only by sincerity to Self
The gift, though mine, is yours to take
but always remember, mine to give
I am a writer, exposing for your theories
the coldest,warmest,deepest caverns of my being
Fear not and judge me
For I am a writer capable of timeless love
Accepting of all life's lessons
Measure my greatest pleasure
with all your spirits conviction
Leave mediocrity for those still searching
Take from me what I freely
and without hesitation hand over to you
The priceless gift of a writer
Myself


Details | Rhyme | |

You Found Me

You Found Me

The wind blows with a fury
branches cracking up above
storm of the century
on Her hands tiny gloves

forward She pushes 
rain pelting Her face
seeking refuge in bushes
Her heart beating apace

a glowing light in the distance
begs Her to proceed
but with no assistance
she stumbles and scrapes Her knees

brown almond eyes raised to the sky 
blood seeping through white stockings
fresh tears begin to flow from Her eyes
She hugs Her shins,starts rocking

suddenly where once there was light
a dark shadow had begun to grow
all She can do is hug her legs tight
closes Her eyes she does not want to know

the shadow comes nearer
a human form it now takes
She see's him now clearer
no sound does She make

your safe now he says eyes quiet and kind
holds out to her his hand
he reaches the place that is deep in her mind     
pulls her out and helps her stand

don't fear little one I was sent to you
never more will you look for the light
I will see you through all that you do
and no longer will life be a fight

the tiny girl in her heart now skips 
no longer feeling the pain
eager to continue on lifes little trip
never alone again.

In her Heart she will always be
indebted to this one
in his hand he held the key
and led Her to the sun.





Details | Free verse | |

The Signature of life

Signature of life 
=
The signature of sun can be seen
on those fleets of clouds, soft, floating.
The faded ochre dress flutters like 
an ancient race’s posted flag,
proud amid the breeze, assuring.
It is assuring to see that dress 
in the ruin of a residence,
from which someone has washed and hung cloths.
He climbs the staircase, rickety 
with careless bites of age, to his home.
Another broken piece of the day 
is falling away with whims of wind.
Once he goes inside the old building, 
the house belches with satisfaction. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Haiku | |

Group of 26 various haikus

Night time yet again /starlight swallowed by black-hoes /Never to reach earth 

Monster under bed /Darkness engulfing my heart /Flashlight in closet 

Broken down body /Pieces still falling apart /Trying to survive 

Needed violence /Craving others' destruction /A bloody green-world 

Another world waits /To be drastically changed  /For better or for worst 

Take away my soul /A Genni in a bottle /Waiting for my hell 

Follow me right now /into the heart of her dream /To understand pain

What is my purpose /If no one recognizes /Who I truly am 

Where do I go from /A path lost in time and space /Path through destruction 

Do you give a damn /That people fall through the cracks /Life and sanity 

Where is your passion? /To afraid to make a change /Life requires life 

Wish upon a star /It falls from the black heavens /Death for a lost soul

Power to control /How the world spins around us /Orbiting people

Future behind us /Broken possibilities /Wondering what if

what inspires dreams / To quickly flee from our minds / Do they shape the soul? 

Do you know yourself? / Understand your heart and soul / Or did you give up?

My wondering thoughts/ foot steps past our minds limits/ into a new world 

Waiting for time's change / scared of what I will find there /What will be taken? 

Looking for details/ What secrets will they reveal?/ Our humanity 

He gave memories/ Remembering as her own/ Truth lost inside time 

Questions Propagate / What's inside Pandora's box / All of his secrets

Apple falls from tree / Down the rabbit hole it rolls / Mad Hater picks up 

Depression soaks in / Into my thoughts and body / Draining who I am

Stress stretches my soul / Rubber band about to break / Crashing into life 

Life flipped upside down/ World falling into pieces/ Some forever lost

How many lost dreams/ Are never fulfilled in life/ That could of been real? 

Where do I go now?/ Options retreating from me/ Left with destruction


Details | Free verse | |

Empty Halls

I hear the voices I will never know,
But then again I might if I would try,
But finding out the source of mystery,
Would put an end to ire and my journey
Would put an end to poetry and why?

I see the forms and recognize their shape, 
To name them, even one, would change them all,
To study their science would leave a ghost,
A sin to light and leave an empty host,
A sin to light the lights in empty halls.

MFL
8/6/2009


Details | Villanelle | |

Mastered art (Give or take)

When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving
The lessons it gives is decisions worth making
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living

Unselfish and always prepared for the grieving
Of ever present humps without shadows forsaking
When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving  

In teaching the secrets that lead to believing
That the goals make the journey worth undertaking
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living

Crystalloid nightmares with frail hope deceiving
Rainbowed hearts varied in degrees of breaking 
When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving

Kaleidoscope dreams of creation retrieving
New found ideas from cold minds flaking  
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living

Shattered on transparent glass my mind keeps misgiving
Some rocky pasture filled with thoughts, there for the taking
When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living


Details | Free verse | |

loves Cage

What is this river of pain
this heart beat of lovers
lost to your grip
this sadness of heart break held in your lips

With anger your love drifts away
suppressed with the anger of day
yet anger short lived
with love is replaced

again there is love in this way
Replaced by warmth of your touch
again you are victim to love
her smiles the song of your life

her touch quivers softly through youth
again you return lover's gifts
suppressing your needs once again 
you are but a shadow to life

the reason for life is her love
the father a lover
that gives to his home
his children his wife and his thrown

Wife the equal of rage
suppressed is her needs in love's cage
gone is her love
but anger is short lived
 
again her love blossums rose sweet 
so each each is a puppet so sweet
well anger and love do compete
with love at the top you've got the lot

Gone is the anger that rose
but life swings throught victims of pose
again you will fight for a week
and anger will have your mouth speak

Until in the end I hope you my friend
Can find a solution to grow
above this emotional hoe
to find a new way
 
To live out your day
With anger a thing of the past
loves blossums live longer in may
Hope love is the trip of your day


Details | Free verse | |

Intution

I see with my eyes wide open,
I see with my eyes closed tight,
I can see in the dark and the blinding light,
I see from the pit of my gut.


Details | I do not know? | |

serenity in meth

Serenity’s Meth
Flick the lighter
Flame nears the bottom 
Heat slowly melts crystals together
Turning crystals into liquid

Lips pressed against the glass
Inhale what you changed
Exhale on top of the world

Fell the rush as the world is absorbed
Anticipation grows as the lighter passes
Flick of the lighter
Flame nears the bottom

Addiction grows in the dark
Self control begins to cease
Mind body and life

Time has no concept 
Slowly things that mattered are no more
Flick of the lighter
Dissipating the beginning

Eagerness to inhale and exhale
Vision becomes cloudy
Rounds pass by
It’s empty

Mind body and life return
WHO AM I?
WHAT HAVE I BECOME?
EMPTY LIKE YOUR GLASS!!
Written by an amazing woman in an uncertain time


Details | Nonet | |

Restless Heart

Our hearts and eyes ceaselessly wander Stumble blindly in fields of gold We first see bright gilded brass Our eyes lock on, transfixed… Never simple truth As clear as day Alas! The Restless Heart ~*~
5/30/'14 Note: For Freddie V.'s "One Original - Never Published Nonet" Contest


Details | Haiku | |

PAPER PICTURE'S OF THE SUN

                                               fiery red round hairs
                                           paper picture's of the Sun 
                                                   all are vertical


Details | Free verse | |

God Is In Me

I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Guilty

Corrupted and tainted;
tarnished from my past.
A heart full of wrongs,
made me this outcast.

Shameful my actions,
desired with fault.
Mistaken objectives,
casts a brutal assault.

Withered and worn,
this heart on my sleeve.
Lusting for power,
thirsting to deceive. 

Besmirched is my mind;
smugly you grin.
You believed your abuse,
had completed your win.

The remorse I feel,
is all because of you.
tantalizing the weak,
ensuring I withdrew.

Now here I am older;
no longer the gullible child.
A heart vacant of bitterness;
a mind now beautifully beguiled.

I WIN………. 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Glass Palace




A beautiful princess all dressed in white
Stands alone in the still of night
A vision of light in a palace of glass
If she takes a step it all may crash
Down, down so she may never get out 
From underneath the horrific drought
Her precious soul she tries to save
But what her eyes see is so very grave
Don't move, don't breathe, it's all at stake
Wait, this palace is not real, but fake
It's an illusion of a life her heart dreamed of
That was never blessed from the One above
So how could this be a palace of truth
No, just a dream born of youth
So she stands very still
This place so cold she feels the chill
In the core of her soul
She longs for someone to hold 
The picture looks so perfect so pure
But look closer, look at the core
Full of lies and dark deceit
How will she survive the defeat
It's falling, falling all around
She can't bear the twisted sound
Of the crashing walls as they tumble down
Her pretty smile has turned to frown
She rushes out of the dreadful place
Her hands over her weeping face
How foolish she was in her palace of glass
She falls to her knees and prays this will pass
Then a tiny voice inside her soul says "stand tall
Don't look back, step away from it all"
She obeys the voice and walks towards the light
Her heart knowing she has won the fight
Tears stream down her face
She thanks God for His saving grace
Her glass slipper shatters but she does not bleed
Cover me Lord, this she pleads
He brings her to a place of peace
From her palace she is finally released
She stands now with her broken crown
But she is not sad, she does not frown
She glances over her shoulder at the shattered glass 
And realizes this too will pass
She feels the warmth of His brilliant light
And she now knows what is right
She thanks the Lord for all His love
As she looks up she sees a white dove
She says goodbye to the emptiness
Finally her soul can rest


Details | Free verse | |

Like Graffiti

Rather than but like
graffiti it is

this life, this love
out there yet hidden

in the art form
out of mind

caricatured remnants
of moments past

the sniff of glue, enamel vapour
the splatter of it

on the backdrop of imagination
reality forms

Like Graffiti


Details | Verse | |

BLASPHEMOUS ESCAPADE

What stupid fools, with foggy minds


hovering through menkind like a clouding mist of turmoil,

trying to convert humanity to ignorancy

religion and spiritual meet and merge but part their separate ways


But these persistant followers remain in the merge being insistent, intruding and demanding 


and each follower with their own personal savior ,to justify their course.






how does light exist in a world void of darkness.


A God without his polarity 


is like an above without a below.


why you fools ,so highly oppinionated yet you fail to help yourselves

Constantly seeking yet, ye have not the eyes to see.

eyes so clouded with ire, ignorancy and pride

Why then boast superior? ye the lords of earth?,

Why thinketh yourselves worth of the titles superior masters of all, yet

ye remain even greater slaves than most


sometimes silence is better understood than mere words deeply spoken 


though from a hollow bossom .


those with the knowledge, know when to apply it 


in a world like ours, so clouded by the mists of those who believe in a certain perfection.




I am the lord of polarity in isaiah 45 vs 7

"I the lord do and cause all things"

isn't it boring, a world without contradiction


cannot what brings harm also be used for a better good

Then all become neutral as one extreme leads to the other,

as death eventually leads to life and the end of any course is the beginning of another cycle


is not evil an intention found in a foul heart a concept for only humans .


doesn't even greater evil lurk in places of worship, audaciously


standing before us and using the book he crooks the poor.






what greater blasphemy than that 


which lurks behind the curtain & goes by a title


"confess thy sins my children", he says 


now aint he your lord .





Details | Free verse | |

The sculptors pen

The sculptor’s pen writes my pain
Etched words flow in my veins
I writhe inside- distorted  
I am controlled 
Not by what I want
But by a vision 
Perceived
Inside
The 
Sculptors
Mind
Upon the 
Floor
discarded
Scattered
Askew
His
Ideas
Control
What
I do
 
 ©? Brenda V Northeast   13th January 2012


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Another Miserable Love Letter

Dear Victory Girl from the bay or [dock]

I knew you'd be beautiful

for the sake of the decline...let hedonism take its toll...
Just so I Can Forget

How do you smile like that?

I'm bleeding gallons thinking of your face.

My most sincere pains,shames,claims,and thought about pet names, lie with you

signed-

Unused,and abused


Details | Free verse | |

At World's End

At the end of the world I find a place full of everyone's problems to hide my mistakes in total solitude my thoughts become clear my mind is a cave filled with wonder of fear in this dark recession of oppressed memories I escape all the pain by forever running right off the radar the facade crashes down and I see me, the way I really am Worthless, useless, pointless and pathetic the load lessens greatly as I learn to accept it the feeling is beautiful I never want to escape I own my ugliness making yours seem so fake its fate, ever so present taking all into stride has never been as pleasant At the end of the world, voices chatter, unheard choice is just a word to a prisoner of destiny the reason is everything and everywhere but everyone is too busy to notice, or care too busy to love, with much time to hate running faster in circles until the harmony breaks then shoot out straight surprised to be falling down into darkness the last friend still calling.


Details | I do not know? | |

favoritism forwarding

im not perfect in the protests i display
however the art we know of paying a good message forward
of our favoritism forwarding
could be a lesson of helping society
as your innocence is proven to you
while you acquire the dreams we deserve to live together

as you read my writing if ever you agree in something in wich you can relate
send the poem to all you know in your lists
for as god givith he can take away

there is never a reward for doing the wrong thing
consider my writing your gift to upstage me
in your global love for another
i realise i remain blind in this attempt
of lifes global domination to do the right thing
wich is not a weapon but a priveledge of love
of you favoritism forwarding

as you read my poems
and feel what i write
and know its a good idea
sometimes when we keep the things
of the ideas of how the whole planet wins
we succeed
to do our homework of throwing the game no one wins of negativity
we will replace with positives to become our new divinity
to enjoy guilty pleasures of loving one another

this is the art of your favoritism forwarding
send this message down your lists
and find another artist or writer who deserves to be rewarded for their message
of love that needs to grace many people with its present
as we master the art of our favoritism forwarding


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Unfinished

Schubert had a symphony
He didn’t quite complete,
Though the parts he finished writing,
We consider quite a feat.

David Foster Wallace
Left his novel not quite done;
Still, the accolades accorded it
Have piled up, one by one.

Many things have value
Even though they are unfinished.
An artist’s reputation means
Their worth has not diminished.

For projects may be started
But not make it to the end.
We cannot know the message
The remainders did portend.

Perhaps the final passages
Might not have satisfied;
The composer might have tossed them
And committed symphocide.

So we are left critiquing
Works abandoned halfway through.
Might they be much better finished?
We don’t really have a clue.


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Sweet loves confussion

Blue eye's looked into the night
A tear formed at the corner of his heart
A silent tear
A silent scar
 
A golden rose forever blue
golden virtue lost tonight
A silent though
past moments true

The rose sweet silent thorns
The scars sweet silent storms
Taste the power of thy love
Risk the violence of thy strife

Trust the broken heart of rage
Suffer then your silent cage
Blue eyes looked into the night
forgive that you might start again
 
The rose of love is still the same
A stranger to lifes guessing game
Should thee stay or should thee go
The thorns of love won't let you know

My heart knows pain, mistakes
Should I become the master of my lake
Should I test the rivers of the free
Love binds my life to thee

Sweet rose my heart
sweet love my life
pray that we can find the key
Improve our lives for thee and me

Yes transgressions, we have know
mistakes, bad seeds, have planted grown
The pain has torn us limb from limb
Now we must climb above our sins

Yet change the light of night time blue
build with trust the love we knew
relax the anger, fear let go
trust we'll find the way to grow


Details | Free verse | |

Your Brush is it or My Pen

.

Your Brush is it or my pen 

Painting a picture in words

Searching your smile in faces

Hidden in the crowd of people

Like diamond in coal mine

Like the gem among rocks

Only to be found by hearts

That seeks the inner beauty 

That holds in your persona

Some grace, some charms

Enlighten worlds with smiles

That gives hearts some joy

That is rarely feel in others

Silently observing you in you

Silently adoring you in you

Its not that i like many yours

Just that i have few like you

Something to share that trust

Few words, few thoughts 

In magic of your artistic hands 

Or in my spell bonding poetry

Your Brush is it or my pen 

 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Wet Dreams

        WET DREAMS
I know not why your love's evading me,
nor what to do, so that your heart can see,
that passion grows no matter what I do,
and makes my heart to keep on loving you,
though all it's brought is pure insanity.

In dreams I've wept, but kept on loving you,
and tears, they flowed, no matter what I do,
I tried to take my burning love in hand
but it's a thing my heart can't understand,
and sleep won't tell what love is coming to.

If I could dream the dream both night and day,
I'd spend my life just sleeping where I lay,
and waking from the dream in burning sweat,
I lie content, and feel my hand is wet,
from love you've given me, in your own way.


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The Heart's Malcontent Eye

Secluded mind murder
Windows are false inside here
I find here,deep inside here...i don't find myself hoping for peace
These clouds of despair that blind the battlefield have a dark appeal

My naked eyes see nothing
The cheerful souls have perished...the beautiful people have all withered away
This Old Age prophecy must be

This is A Bleak life...led by the paragraphs of holy books,held by crooks
Sing songs of renewal in the afterworld
....hopeful catharsis...the relief of world

I admit...
i am the bashful admirer of profound destruction

signed
-K.D????


Details | Blank verse | |

Dr Jekyl

I dare you to miraculously take my thrown,
take the dagger,
but I have a stone.
I dare you to rip my rugged shirt
the one you bought me 
5 years ago
I dare you to torture my humbly bitten soul
the one you bit right threw,
sucking my treacherous flesh-
as if it were venom.
But I don't dare you to love me,
the way I once did,
the way I searched your pupils,
every aspect of color alive-
I don't dare you to please me,
I've been pleased too much before-
taking my pride-
cherishing it.
You ripped out your own heart-
while dealing with mine.
Soaking up the blood from your steak-knife-
the same assassination you've done before
it's really not worth this much.
It really never was.
But I long for those days
every 2nd day.
Where it was you and I
and all the sweet-time in the world.
Now-
history
Kiss me one final time.
Finale of repetition

Smash your dirty face in mirror.
I don't believe you anymore.


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RUMINATIONS

Seldom does the darkness fall,
In either lonely room or banquet hall
That the memories purchased at Youth’s expense
Come back to me as fair recompense.

For when Time steals in with stealthy tread 
And alludes to the secrets that lie ahead-
Pointing to the balance of what is left,
My heart turns away feeling bereft.

For those memories made, though truly held dear
Through Time’s slow workings become unclear
And their value then has changed somehow 
To a lesser worth of what they should be now.

My heart in such moments of quiet reflection
Is wont to succumb to introspection
And to question the worth of those memories earned
When the hands of Time have fatefully turned.

Soon the longing creeps in for another chance
To relive the days from the Past’s expanse,
To live once again the days of yore
And go back in time to the days of before.

In so doing I think I would find
The hidden source to some peace of mind.
I would rewrite my future if the Past would allow
To find the happiness I think I lack now.

I’d want to relive my youth in splendor
And make new memories more dear and tender;
To relive my life the way I once thought
And perhaps to find the things I once sought.

But just as before I’d be back where I’d started:
With Time stealing in and the Future departed,
And the paths I chose to follow back then
Would lead me to wonder all over again.


Details | I do not know? | |

Row The Boat

Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
Even if unknown why.
Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
And man, you'll go high.

Just row the boat,
Just row the boat
Even if your hands give up.
Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
Even if you've had enough.

Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
Even if you're stalked by sharks.
Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
No matter how grotesque bruise marks.

If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
You may reach luck's open arms.
If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
No more emptiness in your palms.

If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
At least, you gained exercise.
If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
The decision; remarkably wise.

If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
Mistake; an antonym.
If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
You may just reach Him


Details | Free verse | |

Slicing An Apple

1.
for the smoothness is gone
only now,  do i detect
 stone too cool
for the ends of the fingers.

2.
often my watch 
seemed broken unable to keep time
i smile now
for  i will never be on time.

 3
i use to watch time
with roman numerals
but know time watches me
so i see myself
walk by backwards.


4.
as words disperse from a old dictionary
the pages
all have the same chapters .
but  new characters grow on the branches
as the stars 
swim where the leaves
 of knowledge  cannot touch.

5.
now is the time
for touching the lips are plump
with temptation
but poems still taste of ink.

6.
fruit with seeds
in the inner chambers
the metaphor that hides inside
that will reproduce
other symbols
as i cut  it into segments of slices
for somewhere a teacher waits...


Details | Free verse | |

The Earth Is The Lord's

What good are my eyes if I can not find Him everywhere?
Everything that exists; man, nature and the angels, He has made!
How can I believe if I refuse to see?
God’s Heart of love dwells in all that is!
That man may realize, none stands alone
He gifted us with all and placed in our charge
So share your blessings with your brother today 
For nothing we possess was gained by our strength
Soon, all will learn, the breath we breathe is not ours to keep!
God called you by name early this morning and bid you rise up from your sleep
For no other reasons are we here, but to worship and serve in His name
And to teach, to guide His children which are placed in our care
From that little one who waves at you at the end of your hectic day
Or whose beautiful smile melts your heart and brightens up your life
Can you not see, God within that smile as  one life's purpose is being fulfilled?
We pray that each may strive to rise above each circumstance
And though we may fall, we can not stall, as there's still work to be done
The humble caterpillar spends a lifetime crawling in dirt 
Yet, all the while its only focus is reaching for the skies
Come the day when he is weary and finds that he can do no more
With trust complete, it falls deep into sleep
Instinctively it knows that the morrow comes, bringing spirit anew 
And from a caterpillar it morphs into this beautiful creature with wings!
Reminding us of our ressurection only if we believe!


Details | Free verse | |

dispassion

sewn too tight, breakage;
it's all right. lasting faster,
inflicting disaster, salvage that self.
singularity resuscitated,
engulfs, laps up habit. 
havoc cavorts amongst the 
lords, constricts, maneuvers
through chords, sits betwixt
teeth & tongue. it is such, which,
among pauses in sight, will touch &
drip bits of light over wounds, to 
wash away intention.


Details | Free verse | |

Picture Perfect

Take a picture. 
Halfway between, two extremes, film exposed to light; 
Corrupt or cleansed, shaking hands, or about to fight. 

Make a picture. 
Roll film right back, start again, I am what you see.
More film to load, left alone, so many stills to be. 


Details | Free verse | |

Ink

Becoming is like taking up
A crystal goblet full of purple ink
The stuff that begets hatters and rabbits
And curious oysters with bad endings in their cards
And drinking it down
Taking in all those not-yet thoughts
Those embryonic fantasies
Those epiphanies still wrapped in their silvers
And making them yours
Just yours
Just yours in their brilliance
In their ever-changing solace
And using them to change your stars.


Details | Rhyme | |

Read Between The Lines

Something is happening under the sun;
Some are dying while others have fun.
Then you’d be offered when you still have enough;
Isn't it weird? Isn't it a bluff?

Reality is right there in the neighborhood.
All walks of life in the same old road.
And meet a fellow who’d ask for help;
The ear can hear but the heart is deaf.

It isn't easy to ask or beg
As it really takes a lot of nerve.
Some can utter; others just sigh
Or only mumble then chose to cry.

The simple truth of a helpless neighbor
Must be articulated to win a favor.
When frustration sits in after many tries
He’d be opted on some pretty lies.

If a grand is short for vanity
Would a dime be too much for charity?
Is it a fortune for man to lose
If on a beggar’s meal he’d be the host?

Is there a need to see a bended knee
To understand a neighbor’s plea?
If the heart is dimmed by indifference
It fails to read between the lines.


Date & Time of Writing:
February 3,2013
02:16p.m. - 04:32 p.m.


Details | Free verse | |

Throw-Away Child

The Throw-Away Child

Heaven above shine down on us
We need your light to guide
Our days as we make our way
Through times of testing, times of trial
In hours of need, years of pain
As we witness the Throw-Away Child

Why, oh, God does such a thing
Exist in your world? Why should any
Feel as such; so worthless, never amount to much
As these children do, who know not love
From the very ones who gave them life?
Does it grieve your heart as it does mine?

I know it is so, Lord, certainly it is
That you weep and your heart breaks
As child after child, after precious child
Is abused, neglected, tossed aside.
Not given the chance to grow tall and strong
As the men they should trust cast them out

Please send us where we’re needed
Into those little lives where brokenness
Is achingly commonplace. 
Where mothers have not strength to face
Their children who need a safe spot to land
But instead find a deep, dark void where love should be

Give us grace that covers their souls
With care that overflows from the mercy
Which you give to those who ask
Who earnestly seek your face and give you a place
In their heart of hearts and truest spirit
Where nothing can harm us, for You are there

Let us be ever aware of those around us
Who reach out in desperation...in silent screams
In muted pleas for something good, something pure
Anything that will lift them from their tortured state
Their dwelling place of agony and emptiness
Open our eyes and ears to their need

You’ve said we are your hands
You’ve said we are your feet
We must also be your kindness
To everyone we meet
And act as your heart extended
I know that is why we’re here

This day, dear God, let us commit
To finding each and every one who searches
For just one human being who will see them
As lovingly as you see them, Lord
Who will bring relief...if for just awhile
And give hope to the Throw-Away Child


© Donna Golden, 2008


Details | Couplet | |

A quickie for two

Agile feelings all alone
Fragile living on my own 
Fickle fingers typing thought
Meaning, depth and insight sought
Drowning sorrows, quicksand driven
Floating promise slowly risen 
Words contained, but yearn to fly
Caged, the birds in my mind’s eye
Burn the rust within this soul
Combust with freedom, make me whole
Transform this canvas, recreate
Brand the keeper of this gate
As art well sculpted by brain power
Planted seeds that sprout to flower
And nurtured by an inner voice
Where roots grow deeper, fed by choice  


Details | Free verse | |

Star seeding


How many nights awake as thoughts tumble so fast from the heavens that sense just needs to
be made?
Grab the pad always nearby, for when the rains come
and pour your heart out with them.
It’s understated to say inspired,
conversations with clouds,
allowed and understood.
Good. When that thunder rolls you know that flash is going to illuminate a lot.
All you’ve got
is a few minutes to get that down, a word a code a sign.
To remind your mind again.
It’s like that for all of us, but we,
we who have learned to pay attention,
not to mention
that we like it,
we listen. That’s all it is.
Nothing mystic
or fatalistic in it.
We like to dance naked in the rain.
And let that rain wash right through us.
We’re not afraid of lightning, we know it comes from the Earth.
And we’re rooted there. Deep.
So keep
your judgments to yourself about what’s right.
There ain’t no St. Peter checking for baptismal certificates at the Pearly Gate.
And Fate
can be re-written any time by intent.
Well meant
wishes sent to you do good and keep you strong.
So that rain of inspiration won’t burn you up, keep you watered long
After you’ve apologized.
So we let it through in verse, in muse, in story disguised
As truth. Star seedings through us all
Watching as seeds fall
And sprout in the rain
on Earth.


Details | Rhyme | |

Love and Rhyme captured in Poetic Paradigm

Our lives center around love, dreams and a common wish to be forever surrounded by happy (and for the poet, poetic) themes. Just close your eyes and set yourself free! Escape to that place where Light & Happiness unites with Love & Eternity. A meeting that can only take place when you flee the social confinements this world and our society often impose. Look forward to a happiness that is within your power to create-- Be the master of your own destiny!

A bird of hope and love takes flight, and with it dreams can soar to an even greater height. Where there is a will there is a way, for love to finally stay. Although it might have journeyed far and wide, its wings never saw rest, yearning for its true loving nest. The place where fidelity exists, because love persists. A place where bonds of affection remain unbroken and a lifetime of happiness is all that's spoken. And all that remains for us to do is choose--choose to pursue that path of flight, where truth and friendship never fight. Then, and only then, will you find your days in this world to be filled with calm and serenity and a Great Light---The Light With No End! 


>>>>>These words you write
>>>>>>>>are burning real bright
>>>>>>>>>>like birds flying at night
>>>>>>>>>>>>>maybe doves, all white
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>as they attract this light
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>falling from this height
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>and enhancing my sight
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>knowledge with might
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>perceive what's right
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>sadness can take flight
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>and forgetting my plight
>>>>>>>A HUMAN BEING >>>>>>>>>>>no longer feeling contrite
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>my nerves are now tight 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>to continue with this fight 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>now gone is this, my spite 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>making my feelings sprite 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>with your true kindness 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>my heart did you smite 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>giving me renewed might 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>to be forever in your site 
>>>>>>>>>>>your loving, shining knight 
>>>>>>>>protecting you each night 
>>>>>>holding you ever so tight


Details | Free verse | |

Help if You Can

I would ask you to help me up....but it's no use

Lament for lost promise
Lament for present self
Lament for those who try to help

These mirrors only tear me apart
Cut into my skin,pour poison into my heart

The pacts have been broken
The angst has transformed

Apathy is steady...I've slipped way too far

The gray is everywhere-as bland as it was before
Home has been lost in heart...I am seeker for the storm

Clear past expectation,potential is a word

May, the days be kinder to you all....

May you soar


Details | Free verse | |

Loveless Days

Blood spilled upon the British skies
Her eyes drained my soul
Asserted love in bad places has forever taken over

I leave the stoned windowed motel without anymore wishes
I pray for nothing now

I couldn't tell if it was morning birth or noon exposed
I jump the scene and the cold moments looking to hang onto sharpened blue clouds

You've burned me woman
You've pressed the flame upon my skin-analyzed my thoughts and sin,preached to all the
broken men,men like me who move with wind

But we're gone aren't we baby?


Her eyes drained my soul
Blood spilled upon the British skies
I died on your Monday evening


Details | Narrative | |

a place called home

A place called home I’m not welcome
A tear rolls down my cheek I must go.
I feel sorrow in my heart the toil burdensome
Memories wither along with all that I know.

As I walk away I can’t look back
Faces I knew are no longer friends.
I wonder where I am is this the right track
The river flows onward around twists and bends.

Now it seems I’m lost my heart is torn
I wonder through thoughts parched and dry.
The more that I learn the less I know
To this cherished life I say goodbye.

It’s been a year yet my heart is still torn
It becomes a void consuming the good.
My hands are rough my shoes are worn
I’m lost in sorrow I would lose if I could.

Daylight comes but soon shall fade
Darkness is loneliness coursing through my veins.
Still haunting are all the decisions I made
The rain starts to fall erasing all these pains.


Details | Haiku | |

Soar away

Shy cherry blossom Let the breeze take your dreams way Up to the Heavens.


Details | Free verse | |

No ground to stand on

paint a picture of a landscape thats surreal to reality
a place that you could never imagine
where water flows to the sky
and the rain comes from the ground
no trees for cover
no mountains to gaze at
just water flowing through the ground
ripping life away from all it encounters
in this picture there is no ground
no solid place to fall on
its just a free fall to no where


Details | Free verse | |

You never believe me, Do you?

You never believe me
You never do
So what’s the point of loving you? 
If you don’t even care I do?
In that collapsing moment
In that lack of care, of believe
I shouted and yelled 
It’s like I’m talking to someone with no ears
I repeat my words yelling louder
Louder to seize my right, my existence!
As I threw rubbishing words at you
And said it with all my heart: I don’t love you!
I’m afraid I might lose you, but I think I already did
You speak to me “you wait for us to arrive home to eat 
With us and instead we cause you problems”
I exploded in rage, protecting my actions
But you never listen, do you? 
As I repeated the single line, again and again 
And in the end, you just said:
“You arrive home, fight together, so why shall I wait for you?”
My heart and mind just fell into throbbing sadness
You never listen!
Do you? The tears of truth just kept falling down my face
Asking what did I do!
Either you’re deaf, or you ignore everything I say
It is as I never talked to you
You call yourself “stupid” for buying me some sweet I like
I said thank you, without hearing the last part
I realized what you have said
I threw the spoon!
You took me out of appetite; you took me out of life
I explained again and again, heading to my room
I inhaled, exhaled, and acted for you
With red-face madness and “sanity”
After for all, you just said: go put Quran 
But I just told you, I don’t know where the CD is?
Go put it yourself! I don’t want to put anything!
“I do not love you!”
You closed the door gently
As I came to this desk, and wrote all what my heart had said
So you either just listen, or ignore me just liked the others did
I needed a hug…
I needed a kiss…
But I just wrote…, 
All that my heart can confess


Details | Free verse | |

A Book which is not a Movie


 

 

 

No matter how much they tried
No matter how many voice effects
How many sound tracks 
How many heart and soul they put in their work 
It will never
It can’t be
They won’t be able to perform 
To act
To visualize the images the author has drew
Into the reader’s mind
The affections, the feelings
The author sent to the reader’s heart
To the reader’s mind, heart and soul 
A book is a combination of letters
Written for a reason 
A reader is a combination of ideas
Thought about 
A book which is not a movie 
Can express what is more than images
What is softer than music
What is exciter than tales
A book which is not a movie 
Has the power to attract
The rope to pull 
The reader closer 
To what is in the next chapter…



Details | Free verse | |

Sundry Cosmic Raindrops

I was once a smoldering ember released from the fires of the stars…
I was once a feathery fern lavished with dew drops and lady bugs…
I was once walking, living, breathing on planet Mars…
I am now co-creating that which I am with you and you and source…

Mastering Meditative Mentality Mandates
Applying Achieved Alchemy Aptitude…
Transforming turbulent thoughts 
Forward free from fears false facts...
Arising Awakened Aware 
Conscious cosmic connection; concentrating 
Humanities heart homeward; hatching heaven here…

I am that which I eat…
Resist eating life that existed in grief…
Nourish the body temple with that which was grown attached to the mother and blessed from father…
Utilizing food alchemy gives rise to the inner Alchemist master…
One who climbs the tree of life remaining present in awareness …
Sharing by example; wisdom from The Flower of Life…

Mastering meditative mentality mandates
Applying achieved alchemy aptitude…
Transforming turbulent thoughts 
Forward free from fears false facts… 
Arising Awakened Aware 
Conscious cosmic connection; concentrating 
Humanities heart homeward; hatching heaven here

As above so below, outer realms reaching earth…
My energetic gravity being purified by light particles from source…                                                                                                                                                     Pulsing my light serpent outward; grasping emotions purpose to serve our greatest yet to be …
Knowing; the experience of true sovereignty…

Mastering meditative mentality mandates
Applying achieved alchemy aptitude…
Transforming turbulent thoughts 
Forward free from fears false facts… 
Arising Awakened Aware 
Conscious cosmic connection; concentrating 
Humanities heart homeward; hatching heaven here…


Details | Lyric | |

We Walk Amongst The Faithful

We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. The tears of angels made us As they flew down from the sky. They didn't want to do it, So all they did was cry. We're stuck amongst the ruin. The horror and despair. We've seen a bit too closely To the heart of Evil's lair. We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. We're scarred up on the inside, But outside we're just fine. We hide the truth so well They can't see into our lies. Our daddies were all drinkers. And when they would get mad, They'd take it out us poor souls, And boy were we so glad When Daddy drank himself to sleep, And we could go and hide. Carve another scar into our heart Which was hidden deep inside. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our mommies all liked men Perhaps a bit too much They sampled fair and far And didn't mind the touch. When Mommy fell asleep, Her boyfriends would come down And they would scare us half to death And they'd start to mess around. And after they were done Ravaging our broken souls We'd take our chance to run And hide from things we'd never know. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our families are all broken We have no place to hide No place to let our tears out Let out what hurts inside. And now we sit here all alone In this dark corner as all hope Evades our longing hands We've lost our way to cope. And now we hide our feelings And what they've done to every “me”. We hold our chins up high. We do not let them see. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so humans Can't see through our disguise We pretend it doesn't happen We can't let anyone know Our traitor of a heart Is something we can't show. Would anyone even understand What we hold inside our hearts? Or would we be a freak show A different world apart? Maybe one day we will find one Every single one of us Someone who will understand Someone we can trust.


Details | Free verse | |

Demonica

Unconsciously
I touched your heart
with my finger;

I pushed my claw into your ventricle
and unconsciously...
they pumped blood together.

...impure blood -
mixed with love
unconsciously...


Details | Haiku | |

Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
I
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
II
Curiosity 
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
III
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
IV
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
V
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Season of Verse

Days in seasons gather As due storms, above a setting sun Memories holding me in stillness By living out, in each and every one In verse, a vessel to amble on, with Or mere ways which a man journeys back As pages become the stir of echoes By outward, inking thoughts into black Some are turned, with smiles stained Others in very tender tears Evermore simply by aural laughter Freeing imagery of foregone years And in eye of mind I see thee read To turn another, then one more page And feel in your heart, my envision bleed


Details | Rhyme | |

Repast transposed

To touch a sleight
with fingers right
to feel your flight
take withered spite.
Let loose the blow
and block the flow
to fight to grow so
all will know.
To seek to blame and
not to gain
To play the
game..but not the
same.

To touch a right
with fingers sleight
to feel your spite
take withered
flight.
Let loose the flow
and block the blow
to fight to know so
all will grow.
To seek to gain and
not to blame
To play the
same..but not the
game.

To see the fight in
mindless sight
To see the sight in
mindful right.


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Shh...secrets

Secrets 
A drop of silence.
A long road into conscience. 
Fear is frightened.

My whispers moist the mirror, 
I have been talking to; lips move.
A sweep with my hand reveals me, 
at least partially; eyes, nose…
The broken images look like 
an unborn soul with unfulfilled 
desire, to be born and thrive.
My wishes, of reversing time 
and walk backwards to the root,
set me alight; I see secrets
being destroyed in that fire. 
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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Breaking Point

Taking into account all she had lost,
It seemed she had such great strength.
But no one ever stopped to consider
That what they were seeing was fake.
She had carefully built up a wall
Between her and the rest of the world.
Letting no one in was her way of coping
She pretended she didn’t need company
From those who would be her friends.
She chose to be alone with her pain
Knowing that she had been its cause.
Suffering in silence all through the day,
Nights were filled by drug induced sleep.
Would a breaking point come?

It happened early one spring morning,
An ending when beginnings occur.
She had found his note by her bed.
He couldn’t live with his sorrow.
He said he would rather be dead.
She had told him she would be leaving,
Ending the love they had known.
Another’s love she was taking,
Leaving him there all alone.
He didn’t deserve what she had done.
Now she had to live with her own sorrow.
His blood was on her two hands,
As if she had been the one with the gun
Would a breaking point come?

She had never revealed the truth
By giving the reasons he took his life.
Covering it up so completely, 
Planning to live out the lie.
She was afraid that her friends 
Would see through what she had done.
For this reason, she had built her wall
Around her heart with her lies.
Hoping that no one would notice
The feelings she tried hard to hide.
She had told the another man goodbye,
Choosing instead to go it alone.
Would a breaking point come?

On his birthday she sat by his grave,
Begging for him to forgive her
For the heart breaking things she had done.
His words had come back to haunt
Every single waking breath that she took.
He had said, “I have always loved you.
I thought that my love was enough.” 
Too late she knew that she loved him,
Sitting there she started to cry.
The love of her life she had murdered
By telling him she was saying goodbye.
Now he sleeps in the ground forever
Beneath the double heart-shaped stone.
The breaking point had come.













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The Going

I've got my shades on now...I'm going
This desert horizon has convinced me to...to leave it all behind

I'll stare at the sun for this brief moment...my final moment as the person you've known
me to be

No,you won't see me again...this ain't my scene man...i've gotta meet Gods and Reasons,
Questions with Answers

I will cloak my past and present under all black attire,maybe shake the moon

Wherever I'm going...I'm going

Just Isn't my scene anymore

Temple children ear to words of peaceful teachers sit in monk-like patience turning their
heads as I the lost noble slowly drift through Eden

They can all see through my soul,see through my being...I'm home there

Wherever I'm going...I'm going

Just Isn't my scene anymore
-Kalonji


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"The Political Machine"

Free verse rhyme

The political machine, in America is very mean
My statements about it may be to some brash
But what I am about to say, is Love’s cash…….................................(Luke 16:11 true riches)
Biblically said, “upon this very thing, teeth will gnash”.................................(Matt. 24:45-51)

Some might even say the truck driver is ignorant or unlearned.......................(2 Cor. 11:6)
But Love from one’s heart, tells one, it’s time for education to learn
For my soul’s heart is God’s gold, and will never fold, on this I am sold
Presenting perfection the third level, which is Love’s bevel…. 

A dog eat dog `Tis our two party hog, hidden within THE carnal mind’s fog
Herein, lies the problem with a dog, eating a dog
When the devour is all said and done, you’ve still got a dog
Loves(sheep) in the world, please listen, come out of carnal mind fog..................(Rev. 18:4)

What must I do?  What shall I pursue?  Abate all your hate!..........................(1 John 2:8-10)
We hereby stand, at Love’s  third party gate!
Humanity precariously stands, on destiny, Love’s reality demands
Options will be presented,  decisions made, in earthen lands


For a Love light shaft from heaven shines within heart’s center
I see better very time my soul enters into it’s holy splendor
Heaven’s third level party is hate abated, and love situated
Strive to enter into this marriage, where soul and heart is mated!!

Merry Christmas! 12-15-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


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Oh! Letters


let us go
to that place
where pigs grow wings.
i will hold you tight
so  you and i may lean
upon ebony ladders of vines
against the flowing ocean of skies.

For your lips gleam
in the sea shell of the moon--
and are far more imaginative
--more pleasing pressing .
Than the mazes the letters 
make living in the depths of books.

For words  trick us into seeing 
other worlds rising 
on the turning paper of our minds.


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jump rope

there’s a curve 
at the end of every sidewalk 
did you know every block’s 
measured by the lazy way a rope
skips and ponytails itself down its own street?
my, how my rope bends
alongside that straight line
six inches above what you call a ‘curb’ under my knees
falling and rising under my feet


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Broken

Pressing in the darkness seeks,
To quell the Hope that burns inside,
Confusion sends the message loud,
Love will die along with pride.
 
Lord, why is pain the only path,
From it's first beat, this heart has known,
Why was love so small a gift,
Offence no longer grace could drown?

Betrayal echoing words so void,
Once drinking in this soul did bless,
Before the truth came crushing in,
Leaving shame, and doubt, and brokeness.

As love seeks refuge from the storm,
One thing this bruised heart comfort gives,
The form and voice I hold so dear,
Will in this memory branded live.
  

YLE 


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Elvis, Still The King

Elvis Aron Presley was from the period of time,
of the coolest with slicked back black hair,
and he could shake those legs at singin' time...
Yea! the people loved him everywhere,

He'd curl that lip, let his back-bone slip,
and make the girls scream out loud, real wild!
He'd shake his hips, twist 'n' dip,
in rhythm he'd croon the croud,

No matter where he'd go, nearly every heart he'd seize,
and Elvis stole the show, even in his movies,
Yea! Elvis stole the show, everywhere he'd go,
and Elvis is still the King of good ol' rock and roll!

We'll always love his blues, rock 'n' roll too,
the ol' time hits the radio still plays,
His blue suede shoes and other awesome tunes,
matched his charismatic ways,

He'd shake his hips, twist 'n' dip,
in rhythm he'd croon the crowd,
he'd curl that lip, let his backbone slip,
and make the girls screams out loud, real wild,

No other voice could sing, yes, I'll have you know,
like Elvis.....the king, of good ol' rock and roll!
Yea! Elvis stole the show, and my heart and soul,
and Elvis is still the king....of good ol' rock and roll!!!!

Those rhinestone suits, flashy shoes and boots,
Go cat, go cat, go-o-o-o-o-o!


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Replacements

We make it in digital so that nothing real exists
Beyond the firey belly thought horizon
Far beyond the fraudulence of existence
Numbers and symbols form and this replaces our language
The heart is gone, nothing but rom and unread messages
Cold to the touch and anger replaces our moral ethics
We make it in stereo so that we know it is real
Speakers pounding to replace the hole where heart once filled
She heard it in waste, on repeat three times a day
But it all somehow remains meaningless
Going in and out of dead space
Barely recognizing a recognizeable face
It swells and then it quickly builds
In empty space it lives
Made toxic but sweeter still
In sync the destruction of hope and heart appear
But it is all squalor and sickness
Thus we make it in hologram so that we can feel 
One must erase or become deleted, otherwise it all becomes far too real
As a touching moment between friends turned lovers that will soon end
     Because in the end it is all truly insignificant
What seemed impromptu later is revealed as scheduled
Proven to be hoax, planned and illegitimate
As it is wise to look before one leaps
Before the fall even the strong can be deceived
As I when I believed you friend, when in truth you all were enemy
Made strong by my hope, my naivety
They told me it's ok to grieve
But before my grief could last too long they all abandoned me
With care their lies paved and stupidly along its path I came
     Because if one can't believe then how are we to have any faith?
So, they broadcast it in digital to make us into slaves
It's purchased and bartered, laundered and exchanged
In innocent blood they are all washed and bathed
Made pure by impure act and trade
Made in America and over time slowly degrades
We've all been duped, we've all been betrayed.


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Possibility

Stuck in this body
My mind starts to think
And examine the possibilties
The possibilty
That I am alone
The possibility
That I am hated
The possibility
No one cares
never does my mnd
Examine the possibility
That I can be loved


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I Got a Tattoo of This Poem. My Words

In this waking existence
Where I merely reside
I just exist
A shadow of light
Out of sight
Out of mind
That is the reality of my life
I merely exist
To be seen 
To be heard
To be silenced
I am all 
Yet I am nothing
I merely reside in this exitsence
With nothing to truly call my own
I am just myself
A shadow of light


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