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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

My Advise For Poetry Beginners: 
Let your Poet's Pen make love to the Paper without restraint!


Details | Free verse | |

POETRY READING

I cried the first time I listened to the words
whispered    shouted    snapping about 
like flags in a brisk wind     Words being shot 
from open pink mouths in a staccato hail of bullets 
slamming into my barriers     Hairline cracks appearing 
in my armor like spider webs meandering across 
a bug splattered windshield
I cried    even though I was not sure why

Who would have thought there was so much ammunition
being ratcheted from dry throats to be chambered
in mouths    spewing forth in a fusillade of fire
So much raw emotion housed inside ordinary people  

I found life    
emotion    feelings running rampant
bouncing off brick walls
echoing in my sluggish soul
wakening banked embers of a life 

I remember this thing called poetry
it danced through the dreams of my youth
brought hesitantly to its feet when I read
Resume by Dorothy Parker

I dreamed that I could put words onto paper 
and evoke emotion in another person
I dreamed and I played with the words
my new best friends    and drank Orange Crush 
spilling it on my early attempts    
giving them the appearance of measles erupting 
from the white parchment of youthful skin

But the words proved to be too much for me
		too much me
Emotions I did not know I had locked inside me
Fear flowing unchecked in dark splotches
Sorrow ripping the page with blunt forceful strokes 
of the pen     I tried to use a pencil but the feelings 
inside me were too strong to be erased so easily
Now the silence of my soul has been illuminated 
by the sun the poets hold in their hands
I could have ignored soft moonlight ripples 
across my mind    but this sun snakes its way 
into every crevice    finding my imps and demons 
standing mutely shadowed in gray

The homeless beggars on my street of lost memories
are rising up with pen in hand    refusing 
to be slapped into silent submission any longer



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ONLY ONE LIFE

Only one life
Soon will be gone 
End of your lyric
But not of your song
When it is sung
What will it say
Will it be bright, or
Will it be gray
Self focused or not
Adventure or fear
Aimless or purposed 
Will it be clear
More than memories
Make a legacy
Invest life wisely
Before you're set free

5-12-15



Details | Free verse | |

Solitude

Solitude

Walking alone
Often outside
In deep thought
About things of
Great importance.

I wonder aloud
Thoughts amassed
Priorities now
Solutions not clear
Seeking inspiration.

Time’s fleeting
Which is always
Tied to many
Dynamic actions
Begging resolution.

I stop now—
And look heavenward
Solutions abound
Choices are difficult
I’m staying focused.

Use my intuition
Request divine help
Do Nothing
Take your pick
Nothing’s easy.

My soul’s focus
Trust yourself—
First and foremost
God speaks silently
Do it now!              

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(January 27, 2015) (Accentual Meter)


Details | Rhyme | |

Alone

Alone

cinquain

Alone

Alone
I sit with me
I sit and watch my soul
Aloneness makes me feel so whole
I’ve grown

Watching
As I sit here
The moments come and go
I feel within a tender glow
Heart sings

Loves song
Does touch my heart
Then moves into my soul
I do within this lovely role
Belong

Such joy
It touches me
All I need to do is be
There’s naught that could this mystery 
Destroy

Alone
All on my own
I love this aloneness
This be the sweetest life’s caress
I’ve known


Details | Quintain (English) | |

This Year


Eve of the New Year, eyes strain to see pale depths of yonder anticipating a fresh sky to gleam golden this year. With said goodbyes, I awaken, reborn in wonder of innocence held in sunlit smiles of those I hold dear and hope to value lessons learned ‘neath gracious skies swept clear. Happiness renews in a freckle faced sky of twinkling stars as I slow my pace to laze below her beauty and gaze in awe of infinity, searching for miracles beyond my many scars, and I shall live free to dance and sing, honoring God’s law, humbly glorifying Him, seeing His reflection through each flaw. Standing tall in this new year, I resolve to be more grateful, finding joy in each day and confidence to breathe life genuine. The sky will change above, the earth will spin below, and faithful, I’ll take my place amid with these ideals circling within. This year, I’ll reach for sky that never falls and dream of heaven. Written for Francine Robert's This Year in English Quintain Contest, 1/6/15


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And The Piper Played On

 And The Piper Played On

The mystic piper paid his earthly dues
 strange tunes he did so often choose
 Notes that ring so loud and so clear
 wiping away doubt and darkened fear

 Yet each found this a false delight
 shadows that lurched in evil night
 Music set to lowly goals and greed
 easing pains from a desperate need

 Dancing in a deepened hollow ring
 woes trailed all that shout and sing
 Piper plays on in his standard way
 as his victims spin and gaze far away

 Stars spin away so very far, far above
 this world needs more, always more love

Robert J. Lindley

note: Inspired by the words of a fellow poet here. Such inspiration is in great abundance here as this site offers the writings of so very many talented artists!
I am humbled to read such poetry and any subject can find inspiration from the tremendous number of offerings presented here each day! From seasoned poet to newbie the talent here is simply amazing..


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READY TO LET GO

I'm ready to let go
Show you all of me
Expose my inner soul
It's longing to be free
Pretense can't survive
Plastic's for the shelf
Authentic comes alive
Revealing one's true self

So take a look inside
Walls are coming down
Tell me what you think
No one else is around
There's beauty to behold
But I'm also a big mess
If you take.. it's all of me
So I'll reveal and confess

People say that I'm a fool
Tell me to hide my flaws 
But I'm doing it my way
Violating culture's laws
Cause.. 
I don't have your heart
If I win it with a skillful lie
I unzip, here's my secrets
So is it Hello or Goodbye

July 5, 2015


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Disappearing Ship With Shadow At The Prow

Disappearing Ship With Shadow At The Prow


I sit with setting sun in evening twilight
gold and orange rays vanishing now
On comes the mysteries of this lonely night
disappearing ship with shadow at the prow

The night breeze so cool and silently calm
churning waters flow by with ease
Hardened heart like callouses on my palm
this dark time suddenly sets to please

Sailing on into each new imaginitive realm
constant pain tags doggedly along
Captain of my fate stirs slowly at the helm
past spirits sing their soulful song

I sleep deeper into this long flowing dream
ages fly by in streaks of enlightening rays
Serenity and solitude blessings of this stream
ship protected as its kneeling captain prays

Robert J. Lindley, 12/28/2014

Note-  Reflections of a life now gone and 
future time that must be wisely used. 
No time for wasting efforts or foolish wants.
The mountains I sought to demolish stand as 
sentinels to the futile vanity of a man and his 
ego...
Amazing how things work. I've been in a dump for weeks
 now and suddenly one comment gave me cause to reflect and write this poem.
Thank you Arthur Vaso.... 


Details | Free verse | |

Dandilion

Youth..... Watch this girl... she has her eyes on a rising dandelion sprouted in high grass, a pensive girl, weaving her way through the fields, looking past weeds to her future, making her way through a maze of thistle solitude, on Saturday afternoons, down hallways and classes on Tuesday, teacher and stranger and parent expectation, she approaches a destination beyond home, clutching the flower to her budding breasts The Elder.... Keep your eyes on her... she is residue of the mute child, now entrusted with a knowing mind and well worn shoes, still clutching the flower to her breast... She peers through pages of old photos, scratching through scraps of half-heard conversation, seeking some color and clarity with a dim vision of the girl that held a prickly spine of a spent dandelion with compromise and resignation The Dead Unable to mouth a sound, I wish to warn each teacher, each mentor, each censor of the flame... I want to shout: "Watch this girl... who held a weightless flame of windswept dream in her eyes, making her way, mediating between her reality and every longing she ever had... Look back to this girl who has always maintained an unblinking gaze on the white star of dandelion in her hand" _____________________________________________ Carrie Richards 8) "One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star." Loren Eiseley


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JUST ANOTHER POET

I see I'm just another poet
In a string that's mighty long
I've dabbled in some forms
But mostly I just write songs

200 new poems are posted
I've only a single on this list
I'm just one of 24,000 poets
So easily skipped or missed

A few contest I always enter
A glory win feels mighty nice
But lately I'm getting N/A's
That has me thinking twice

I take joy and pride in writing
I try to be clever in what I say
For those of you who read me
Your comments make my day

*This is NOT entirely an autobiographical write.  It's written to represent any one of us.  And I guess in that sense, I'm included in this work as well.

3-26-15


Details | Prose | |

Gypsy Winds

Gypsy winds, wind their way across deserts and plains; whip the tumbleweeds and sands into a frenzy. Nomad scorpions roam dunes alone, burrowing deep, to escape a tempestuous sirocco. In lonely places cacti sentinels stand vigilant day and night; the magic within them, untapped by humans. Only a few know the secrets of desolate places; fewer still, those of their own backyard. Observation, in its purest form, is a rare practice; most people live on the Earth, not in it. Participate in life and it will broaden the mind. Expand your knowledge, with the senses and insight; wisdom is bestowed, as a reward. A bump on a log, never gives, but stagnates. The winds of change, reveal secrets to the open ear; listen carefully, to those gypsy winds.


Details | Free verse | |

Quote Me

"If I made one person smile
                 if only for awhile,
                       at the very least
                                 this day has been worthwhile"





............
8/22/14 For Quote Contest:
Sponsored By Judy Konos


Details | Rhyme | |

A New How

If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date 
Or undo a mistake?
.
Watch your child be birthed again 
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
.
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
.
Maybe pet that dog just one more time 
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
.
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
.
But you can say now what you wouldn't before 
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how


Details | Free verse | |

Humbling Self

 Removing the sharpness
 of doubts corners
 Rounding off the edges
 of borrowed defeats 
 No room for either
 at this table of peace

 Examining the discards
 with prayer
 clothed in the sackcloth
 of meekness
 the spirit bends knees
 in humbled repentance

 Meekness bids the oil
 of forgiveness
 as humility bows
 to understanding
 while the ashes 
 beg the embers
 from stronger hands


Details | Free verse | |

O LIGHT

O Light!

I meander through this maze called world,
seeing darkness everywhere, even in the
bright desert light, my soul ripped by doubt
and fear, and utter loneliness, only slaved
by a sudden wave of love, or a flicker of hope.


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 | Rhyme | |

Beliefs Sometimes

Beliefs Sometimes
By Franklin Price
4/29/2015

Beliefs sometimes all consuming
Denying every other view
Has been so since antiquity
Is really nothing new

What I believe is only right
What you believe untrue
I'll fight you to the very death
Make you believe it too

Now doesn't that sound foolish
What you believe is you
Only mathematics and sometimes science
Are all that's proven true

Religion is a choice we make
Our Gods or not our own
 And when we die go somewhere else
Or lie in our graves alone

Politics are much the same
Control the way live
How we exist with others
How we take and give

Forcing others to believe
By proving right with might
Does nothing but cause discord
And is asking for a fight

Let others believe in what they will
None at all should force the others
Mankind on Earth should get along
For all of us are brothers

Getting along is thought by many
Practicing is such a fuss
If the majority were practicing
There could be peace on Earth for us


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The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Details | Quatrain | |

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Seasons and Imaginations


Wind so cold.
Blowing.
Fondles my face.
Tickling.
The tears from heaven.
Pouring. 
Tapping. 
Dancing.
Unrelenting.
I wonder if i wish
    to stop them
From numbness,
    to waking,
          then sensing.

The little voice in me says,
Wait, don't go.
Stay a little longer. I plead.
Sing for me today, rain.
With the gliding rhythm on my piano,
                                                  I'll play.
Chilly Wind, caress my bare skin 
     with the pure coldness that you bring.
Unusual,
     like it's my first time in the snow.
Somehow, 
     the fire tree never fades in the picture.
The yellow sunkissed leaves, too.
What is it about Summer and Fall
    that I can't forget?
Memories. Sweet imaginations.

The chilly rain. The misty wind.
You are here. 
Freeze me with the sharp coldness you give.
Calm me. Maybe, comfort me.
And, if you leave
Will you visit me when summertime comes?
Before it gets too late
   And again I fold.



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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


Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


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


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ONE HIT WONDER

If life's a song
You just have one shot
And you're singing it now 
So give it all ya got
No time to waste
Let 'em hear your thunder
Make your mark
Be a one hit wonder!

5-21-15


Details | Verse | |

Prayers Soft, Dim And Whispered

 
~~ Oh sweet the forest path where I always meet tranquility, Thoughts of peace that mingle with the sky above me; A king has created a forest circle, a ring so calm, An earthly realm, so heavenly and full of divinity and sanctity. I draw out my muse and ponder in awe my life, A princess born my parents tell me, now ageless is my spirit; Roses red stab my fingers and I have bled into the earth, And we the children of the world are free to find a path. With him, the king and with prayers, soft, dim and whispered. _______________________________ February 1, 2015 Verse For the contest Plucky Two By Nine, sponsor Mystic Rose


Details | ABC | |

AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

When No One Reads

July 16, 2014- Inspiration for
 "When No One Reads"

When no one reads, keep writing
right now just might not be the right time.

Poets are currently considered
lowest of low, scum of slums
but that doesn't mean things will always be this way.

Be patient growing your poet trees
persistent, 
doing it for the right reasons
dredge that sludge of truth stuck deep within your gut.

Get it out, get words down
just don't try so hard
and please pay no attention to those lacking appreciation for your goddamned art.

When no one reads
please...keep writing.


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Let Me Write

Let me write….
Of hell and paradise
Of lover’s compromise
Of dreams yet unfulfilled
Of how I love you still
Let me write….

Let me write….
Of longing for the end
Of people who pretend
Of desire to be free
Of changing destiny
Let me write

Let me write
Of passion’s sweetest flow
Of serene afterglow
Of love that's make believe
Of my heart's need to grieve
Let me write

Let me write
My words show I am weak
My words, my chance to “speak”
My words can calm the pain
My words, my sun and rain
Let me write

Let me write
I need to bare my soul
I need to be made whole
I need to freely fly
I need these tears to dry
Please, 
Let me write

Eileen Manassian Ghali