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Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Rhyme | |

An Open Door

   I used to have an open door,
but I can't find it anymore.
Someone closed it from inside,
where all the painful, bad things hide.
And I think I'm in here too,
a child that knows not what to do.

   Scared and lonely , so afraid,
peering through a darkened shade,
Seeing my life pass me by,
because I'm too afraid to try,
to find someone who has the key,
that unlocks the door and sets me free.

   Is it more than just a game,
to feel something besides the shame?
The child inside me wants to know,
but somehow I just can't let it go.
   I used to have an open door,
but I can't find it anymore.


Details | Free verse | |

TRUE LOVE

Tell me not of True Love

I've heard it before

Poems I've written and read by the score


When I was younger I believed

in it, sought and fought for it

and found it, or so I thought.


Then came a child and a family of my own.

And now I know what is true of True Love.


My child his eyes all innocent and blue

a little devil with an angels smile.


I look into my families eyes now

and I know truths only imagined before.


My child knows nothing of life

but has taught me the truth of life and love.


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 | Free verse | |

Jekyll's Hide



Conception
conceives
the light of intelligence
blooms with the darkness of earthly clay.
Harmony momentarily displayed
each child of man.

Rampant growth tumbles the solitary soul
like an agate in the tumbled path of tide.
Pounding, pushing deep inside so much
so much we can’t abide.

An aggregate are we
of sun and sand and ocean
like diamonds can we shine
or burn like bits of coal.

Conception
conceives
the light of intelligence
blooms with the darkness of earthly clay.

Harmony momentarily displayed
each child of man.
The choice is always there
thrusting, rutting, wrong
to consume all…

Shall we listen to this call?
Or let the frailer fountains flow
the fragile blossoms bloom? 


Details | I do not know? | |

Rendezvous

A newborn baby cries, 
As an old man dies, 
Will they ever meet?
Not walking down a street, 
(Yet perhaps they still did cross eachother's path,)
As the child raced through the heavens to his life, 
And the man raced on to again be with his wife,
Perhaps the man did wish the child 'Good Luck', 
As the anxious child uttered back 'Good Job', 
Yet maybe not, perhaps they never met at all, 
The old man went only to a grave, 
And the child came straight from the womb, 
Yet it's something to wonder about!


Details | Rhyme | |

Familiar (terzanelle)

In bonds of blood, and bound in timeless role –
protect and guide, and ours is but to know,
to take as such, though not to make us whole.

From helpless birth, their duty is to owe
this life the ultimate in selflessness,
protect and guide, and ours is but to know,

to look within a limited caress
and past the learned ability to lead
this life, the ultimate in selflessness,

for who are they to know how to proceed?
The child will live beyond expectation
and past the learned ability to lead

a life for mere approval’s salvation
(as unconditional is not profound).
The child will live beyond expectation

in knowing true awareness can’t be found
in bonds of blood, and bound in timeless role –
(as unconditional is not profound) 
to take as such, though not to make us whole.


Details | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Elegy | |

ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©


Details | Acrostic | |

Smile

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life


Details | Rhyme | |

I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.


Details | Personification | |

Beautiful Inside and Out

Hello world here I am this is how it is going to go you accept me for who I am or you are not.

I am a child of God and I know for a fact that he made me in his own special way.

So sick and tired of people saying what is beautiful and what is not.

I am like a rose so delicate, soft and beautiful I shine like the sun with that special glow.

So sick and tired of the magazines saying that I have to be a size in order to be accepted.

I have to look like a movie star I have to have big breasts, a flat stomach and a big butt.

In order to be called beautiful I am a goddess anyhow I am a queen who shines with the stars who glows with the moon and who is beaming like the sun.

I am who I am and I refuse to change for anyone they are going to have to accept me for who I am or they are going to have to keep it moving.

I love who I am in this skin I am in this skin I shine in this skin I glow in this skin I am a child if God.


Details | Ballade | |

This cosy love

This cosy love

In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.

You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.

And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs


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 | Rhyme | |

I'm a child again

I’m a child again

I’m a child again and it’s such fun
To kick a ball, and laugh, and run
And walk down to the local park
And being bad, oh, what a lark

I love to watch those colored birds
This always kind of gets me stirred
Their lovely hues, my eyes they daze
These lovely birds do me amaze.

But there is one thing that I do hate
At bath times, fuss I do create 
And mum and dad, they get real mad
I suppose I do play up a tad.

And also I do hate that school
With all its daft, and silly rules
But when I write my little stories
That’s when I get my share of glory.

But really, If I had the choice
I’d really like to raise my voice
And tell them ‘I want out of this!!
Being a child gives me no bliss!’

27 August 2013 @ 1722hrs.


Peter Duggan. You're a kid again contest...Age ten


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


Details | Rhyme | |

Silly Girl

Seething sounds of laughter,
escape her soft, gentle lips –
Teasing trickery thereafter,
as her beauty abruptly slips.

Vainly seeking redemption,
now lost within a cruel night – 
insecurely pursuing an answer,
deeply  buried within delight.

Exposing uncertain secrets,
once submerged within a tide – 
projecting strength and purity,
her weakness she tries to hide.

Vanity consumes her visions,
devouring her foolish dreams – 
succumbing to the realization,
life is not all what it seems.

What a silly, naïve child she is,
believing there’s good in all you see….
What an embarrassment to her vanity,
that silly, naïve child inside of me.


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.




Details | Sestina | |

Idella's Gift

There are smells and sights and tastes which always remind 
of Grandma with her rows of flowers bright,
the red of poppy the gladiolas white, the blue of spring violets vain 
the scent of lilacs in the air and pine needles in the mix.   
Sometimes too, the memory of her sweet breath does rise 
of Black Jack gum or peppermint and all those summer times.

The search for new spout dandelions the mushrooms other times
And summer’s end brought black blue teeth a blueberry’s remind.
We’d dig for bait with cans of tin, Idella, grandma mine, and rise
from ‘neath the patched quilts of calico so bright.
By chance to fish within the stream, trout in our breakfast mix
along with silly shaped pancakes so placed on china vain.

The beauty of her sky blues eyes never was so vain
that wisps of salt and pepper hair gave time
its only claim. To rise like yeast a child within this mix
to hear a bark of terrier and feel Babe’s tongue remind
of childhood days a Grandma’s house. Idella our bright
find. Take those blessed tender hands and rise

Touch childhood cheek like dough of white and rise
have no dark dwelling thoughts of blue blood in the vein
the thinness of her fragile skin the dimmed light so bright
just remember love full of the better times.
And with the scent of venison and sizzling pans remind
laced with home made butter, fried onions in the mix.

How had Idella’s loveliness from German bloodlines mixed
together with the stalwart Grandpa Trussell’s rise
to birth the lively bunch of child my Mom’s remind?
When in the dark of night the rush of red rolls through my vein
mind light flies and flickers like the candle flame of time
and I return on winged horse within a dream so bright.

Smell the wood smoke from the stove caste iron bright.
See the siblings teasing cat and dog within the mix.
The mantle clock’s brass pendulum sings in time.
Hear the winter wind blow through the rafter’s rise
like tucked in chicks the storms blew all in vain,
now only grand kids live these tales and do remind.

Always in the darkest times I think of my Idella bright
and Gram reminds me of both joy and sorrow’s mix
soon like the wind on weathervane I'll rise to heaven and her kiss.




Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Lyric | |

The Revenant

Awake the child that ached for years
The frightened man, ashamed of fear
I hold too tightly to this place
The reverence that lead to waste

Silent virtue comes undone
The burning pain, and dying sun
I can’t recall what I did want
And all that’s left is dead and gone

Innocence was spent on pain
My mind was twisted; left insane
The heart that tried to rise above
Was left alone because it never could

Depth and silence masquerade
The embodiment of all I say
My shadow crawling closer now
As I begin to question how

The misery that took my breath
Refracts itself until my death
This mirror world that will not break
Reflects to me all of my mistakes

Awake the ice that I’ve become
This destiny has overrun
The fallen centuries that I’ve felt
And all the heartache I have dealt

The vision of a child is gone
The fearful man has come upon
The image of a dying world
What’s left behind – no longer held


Details | Free verse | |

Haunted

On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.


Details | I do not know? | |

Is it justice or injustice

If i allow a mother to steal food, in order to feed her babies. Does that make me 
an angel or criminal? How do we as people not take responsibilty to change our 
own destiny?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i don't take the time to teach this mother to stand, to be self reliant, to have faith, 
to face her fears. If i don't teach her compassion and self respect. Does that 
make me part of the problem or the solution?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i don't register to vote because i believe the system is broke. How then can i sit 
on this mother's jury, with 11 others to deceide if she committed a crime?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i allow the truth to be silenced by her economics or her up bringing. Am I giving 
her an excuse to keep on?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i check hispanic as my race because my other choices demand that i deny my 
mother. Does that mean that i disrespect my own people?Does that mean i don't 
believer in Dr. King's dream?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i allow the disrespect of another's faith, from one coming of my own. Does that 
mean I have no faith in my own beliefs?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i adopt a child from a a foreign country. Does that make me heartless to the 
needs of the here?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If am a solider supporting my family and I must go to war. Does that mean I 
support the reasons behind the war?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If am a hard working law abiding citixen . Does that mean that it is none of my 
concern how the system punishes criminals of differnt races?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If my child is on life support and my insurance won't cover no more treatment . 
Who then has the right to deceide if my child lives or dies?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i justify my wrong doings with excuses of what was done to me and my people.
Will you tell me what that makes me?
For justice is the right of everyone!

Justice is everyone's freedom to think, feel, love, have no limits in what one can 
do. Justice is to receive the respect of everyone. Not to be judged for sex,race or 
faith. To have equal opportunities for you and I!
To quote Dr. King's words, " Injustice anywhere threatens justice everywhere!" 
end quote.
For any injustice hurts everyone!


Details | I do not know? | |

She Was Beautiful

Whispers...

Don't wake her,

Let her rest.


Whispers....

Don't tell her,

She's not ready.


Whispers awakened her

From a drug induced 

Slumber.


She listens 

For a voice

So familiar

It could have been her own.


A voice 

Cooing at a child,

Smiling in it's vibrations

Making promises

It will keep,

Making promises 

It can never keep.


This voice was not there

Among the whispers,

And yet she yearned

To hear this voice.


The slumber was thick

And yet she swam

To the surface

Using all she could summon

To break the surface 

To break the slumber.


As her eyelids fluttered

A strong hand 

Grasped her hand,

Pulling her through

To the real world.


He sat at her bedside,

A face as familiar

As her own.

And with her eyes

She asked the question

He was afraid to answer.


"She was beautiful."


It was the word 

Was

That plunged her back

Into the abyss of dreams

And unrealized wishes,

Leaving her there 

For a day,

Or was it two.


When she woke,

Those words roused her.


When she slept,

Those words were her lullaby.


No child

Rested in her arms,

Once nestled in her womb.


No child 

Suckled at her bosom,

Now heavy with sustenance.


No child 

To cry out

For her mother.


Time waits for no one,

And days pass,

Then weeks and months

And soon a year 

Had come and gone.


Soon another child

Filled her womb

And this child was born,

And then another,

And then another.


Three children

Had rested in her arms,

Suckled at her bosom

And cried out to her,

Their mother.


And when asked

About the fourth

She would say,

"She was beautiful."


Details | Ballad | |

My Gull Wheels On

As a child empowered by youth, 
All is wonder, 
All is truth, 

Faith projecting as a wake, 
A child of God, 
Runs free these days, 

Oh Lord, I have been so blessed, 
To know your love, 
Feel your caress, 

Now I watch as the children play, 
And loving tears swell, 
...Thank you for this day. 

To feel the warm sun, wind and sand, 
A glorious gift, 
A glorious plan, 

Watch the seagulls as they wheel and dive, 
Searching for scraps, 
Screeching in delight, 

Never do they question - nor do they ask, 
For more than they need, 
Or more than they have, 

And in this spirit so free and strong, 
I live, learn and love, 
As my gull wheels on!

My Gull Wheels On
aka Michael Wilson


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Regaining power

Regaining Power.

He walks a lonely road, with his head there in the clouds
And he doesn’t even notice passing strangers
He’s been here ‘bout a thousand years forever all alone
And he’s always looking out for passing danger.

Invisible sometimes he feels, so he tries to seek the glory
As the child calls out in panic “I am here
They have taken all my power so my blossom will not flower
And all around I’ve built a wall of fear

But it’s his pain it is his game
As he prowls around his cage
He lives in vain, is he insane?
And fear ignites his rage.

The truth be plain, the lions mane is what he must acquire
The little boy he must regain his power
And tell the world “I’m here, I’m here” and feed the burning fire
It would take this much to open up his flower.


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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


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It use to be me

It use to be me
who lit up your eyes
It use to be me
Who told you goodnight
It use to be me
Who asked you to stay
And lay here beside me
Till I drift away
But now there's another 
Whose heart that you need
Who only needs grandma 
To comfort his weeps

It use to be me
Now, a son that's too old
To walk with your hand
When I feel all alone
It use to be me
Who ran to your arms
Now another has comfort
Safe from all harm
From a son I am grateful
What you've given my child
But it use to be me
Who brought you a smile
So I hope he remembers
What these memories mean
That it use to be me
But time never sleeps

Kevin D. Fix


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Lip Service

A field of angry faces fume
with mouths agape as spittle flies
from lips best used for other tasks.

Upon the green , the rolling lawn of angst,
demonstrators wave paper placards. 
Group A never nearing Group B.
Flags drape the bandstand packed
with pomp and politicians give lip-service
to the trodden rights of man.

Unequal, but present, women, fe-males
present themselves in all manner of vehicles
from stroller to walker to wheel chair, we are here.
For one hundred years, we have been ‘given’
the ‘right’ to own property, 
but still
our labor is worth less.
Un-joined, un-backed,
if alone, many are left
in the ranks of the poor.

A field of angry faces fume
no child care, no child left behind,
inadequate health care, still we struggle on
in the twenty-first century,
where politicians preen and prance
and misuse our votes.

The divide ever present,
our ranks rife with unrest,
our creative powers used to shackle us
given only lip-service.

Still, we will prevail.