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Details | Free verse | |

These ribbons I tie as you leave

Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating 
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.


Orange – 
for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
Iridium. 
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone. 

Green – 
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs 
like dandelion seeds blown from 
My wistful lips when I was 
eleven 
waiting for them to bring back my wish.

Black – 
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from 
your father’s funeral.  

It was the only time I watched you cry.

There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through 
their watery colored reflections.


Pink – 
for the way your skin repels from my 
Touch, quivers as though my finger- 
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.

Purple – 
for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager
Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss. 

You left her waitng..always.

I have been special to you,
she replies to your
overtures.

Her letters 
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.

White – 
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.

They spit 
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.

My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.

We will divide our booty

Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold 
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.

Grey- 
for the morning 
now knocking on my window.

I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
in
the tangle of these vacant sheets. 




Details | Rhyme | |

Written In Stone Among The Flowers



I see your name there written in stone
Beside so many others to me faces unknown
Do you see me or am I alone
In this place where last respects are shown

Are you walking here among the flowers
Where we laid your earthly body to rest
Where souls are set free to join higher powers
Is this, the final journey of our life-quest?

I see the dates there written in stone
Your day of birth and of your last breath
Are we merely made of flesh and bone
Or does time continue for us after death

I see the words of endearment there written in stone
Do you Beloved Husband my voice hear
Are my words like dust in the four winds forever blown
Or can the words chiseled here comfort you my dear

When my name is there beside yours written in stone
All these answers to me will be finally known
I pray you and I walk here among the flowers
Our souls joined forever among higher powers

©Donna Jones


Details | Couplet | |

MAXIMUS

    

    There is a spirit that watches over you
    In the daylight hours, and nightime too.

    You may not think that they are there
     But there is a way to make you aware.

     I learned the name of my angel a long time ago
     Because I was interested and I wanted to know.

     His name is "Maximus" and is with me here
     To learn of his presence once made me fear.

     Because what you do is watched all the day
     The angel keeps tabs, God finds out that way.

     I guess you think I'm being naive
     Trust your faith, if you believe.

     If you want to know your angel's name
     There is a way to find out which is no game.

     Say a prayer for three days in a row
     And after each time ask him to reveal his name to you.

     If you believe in him he will tell you true
     If not, he may be silent to you.

     I know of others who have tried this I can say
     Some, have learned the names of their angels this way.

     When you pray for their name do not think it absurd
     Some, I know, will hear that singular word.

     It won't come as a shout from heaven on high
     But rather as a whisper, when your angel is nigh.

     These spiritual beings are here for us all
     Sometimes they wait just to here us call.

     And when you do wouldn't if be grand
     If you knew the spirit's name...who behind you stands!

     Try it and see if you think I'm fooling around
     Be honest with yourself with both feet on the ground.

     As someday that spiritual angel you will greet
     Wouldn't it be nice to be on a "first name" basis when you meet?

     And if you try but do not hear their name
     Keep on trying because your conviction was lame.

     I know many will think I'm crazy with this
     But knowing my angel's name has brought comfort and bliss.

     So try it yourself and see if in kind
     If your angel will speak to you...they really don't mind.

     Because then a dialogue with them you can share,
     Even if they never speak again,  you'll know...they're there.


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


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 | Villanelle | |

What was His Name

Pondering past loves in the dim light of age,
the memories float upward, smiles engage sounds.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Blindfolded, he lifted me and reality disengaged.
The sound of the harmonica swept all around.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

A serenade planned, the empty ice-rink re-staged,
I was placed in the sweet spot, I drowned in the sound.  
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Once unmasked, I tumbled to his arms, my eyes glazed  
like Ophelia sinking on love's waves to drown.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

Oh, the places he took me, my senses ablaze
in sunlight, in moonlight, in starlight, un-gowned. 
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

 


Details | Bio | |

I Am Poetry

I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation 
                     of words cascading from a nebulous eye 
Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto 
                     a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky,

and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly 
                     sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades 
so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry 
                     fills a churning void where novels cannot wade,

Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion 
                     itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so 
Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever 
                     careering from caustic career path to another new low,

Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving’s 
                    counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp
A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the 
                    fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp 

Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent 
                    with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering 
Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond 
                    farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering 

Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and 
                    gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the 
Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed 
                    existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a

Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding 
                    gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of 
Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels 
                    in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. 


Praise no other; I am poetry.


Details | Free verse | |

wanna come thank me for getting bin laden shot america

or do you want to tell the person whose first name is sang by sinead o connor
middle name is sang by fred durst
and last name is mentioned by fred durst


do you want to tell me, the person you just spent 13 years mad at
singing and dancing to my misfortune
and rubbing your happiness in my face as you exclude me from sex

do you want to tell that person whose name you plastered all over your war
that he had nothing to do with surviving it
do you want to tell that man
Troy Jeremy Nelson
who just lost everything 17 times
to start over
that he was not your allie
in whatever that was?

let me put your name alll over a war
and then wait for your enemy to show up
and ask you
what does that guy got that i don't?


everything now
you murdered my grandpa
you murdered my friends
you murdered my sex life

and you sang and danced to my misfortune to the tune of your lies
pretending i was your friend called an alibi
you didnt bother to even try to keep alive

do you want to come telll
me
Troy Jeremy Nelson
that your country just did that too
that thats not what happened?

Im not sure how long your going to live that lie
the thousands of people concerned and involved in that persons endless
and i mean endless nightmare
might just come tell you what has been making them cry.....

Happy Halloween tho
FALSE PROPHET

oh and p.s.
next time you put somebody else in the middle of your war
to play the victom of that person's nightmare
you caused
take notes to pass into the future
as to what is about to occur
to you
may be a life lesson
to history

Thank you for not caring (sarcasm)
thank you for not answering my letters (sarcasm)
thanks for going the wrong way, in the wrong direction, to do the wrong thing
that whole time i kept pointing out a drug ring blackmarket, you people didnt care 
about (sarcasm)

thanks for calling me a liar as to what has taken place in my life(sarcasm)

so whenever you are free to hand me a bunch of things with your smiling face, and 
names all over them
to make me feel better for the way you treated me
singing and dancing to the sound of getting away with murder
for the miracles youve stolen

my big brother doesn't like to dance around and play house, pretending to be 
someone hes not
in a singing competition, racing against his sense of fear
do you want to come tell the man just tortured by malpractice
with his name on your war in your music,
he had nothing to do with winning it?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


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 | Rhyme | |

My Book of Poems

A book of poems
with my name on it
is my ambition, someday.
A book of poems
with my name on it,
with something, inside, to say.
Not a big book, not thick, not mushy --
not that kind of book for me.
My book must be lean, must be spare --
though pithy and strong --
and stand free.
A small book of poems
with my name on it:
all that I need
to leave here of me.


Details | Couplet | |

His Truth and the Light

Truth and Light can still make this country really thrive;
even if it seems like the spirit of this country died.

Don't give up fighting, prosperity is still here.
In His Name we have to stand, and in His name there's no fear!


Details | Free verse | |

Heathers Spans

The heathers spans the great Isles
Homeland to many souls 
Souls whose offsprings on the tides rolled

These souls who hath spareness
Spareness which sharpens haste
To harnesses path across the great waters

Seraphs thens protected their path
To a new land to live life but differently

Anagrams:
Heathers spans
Hath sparenesses
Sharpens haste
Harnesses path
Seraphs thens 

These are anagrams for the name that I was born with 
given to me by my biological parents..When my mother died
and I was adopted at 18 months, my last name was 
changed....The name on my first birth certificate was:Sarah
Stephens


Details | Acrostic | |

A poem of myself

My instinct comes heedlessly and ever leadless
Dances over memory


Details | Sonnet | |

Generation XXX

Generation XXX
(Another Name for Gen Y(My Generation)

Beer goggles and Whiskey Rivers,
Pain numbing remedies that exude depression,
Marijuana oxygen and pain killer shivers,
Innocent faces with devilish expression,
Blood red eyes with cocaine explanations,
White lies, cooked up in haste, 
For the aforementioned, sell your feelings for a taste!

Young lady, young lady, impossible to find,
What has become of “Daddy’s Little Girl?”
Grew up as billboard, all body and no mind,
Succumbed to degradation just to fit in this world,
Princess? No More!
With bitter wounds and sans support,
Responds to “bxxch” labeled as “whore”
Sex for poison and sex for sport!

Young man, young man, could you bear to walk alone?
With choreographed legs and clay molded spine?
Quoting the majority, speaking with your friends’ tone,
Holding onto shirttails while blindly disregarding lines,
Unprotected sex just to help you feel alive,
Forced to buy diapers with the pennies you have earned,
From one into intoxicated night you did not want to be deprived,
Came a baby by a girl whose name you had to learn!

Young lady, Young man, both working like a slave,
To provide for a family that neither wished to know,
They scream as their dreams get sealed within a grave,
Essential sacrifices because the baby has to grow,
A self-destructive generation, corrupted and vexed,
Generation Y, is Generation XXX


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 | |

Frailty Thy Name Is

Frailty, thy name is oft mistaken 
By those who seek triumph over weak 
Burning with hatred's lone desire
To conquer the very mild and meek 

Yet Frailty knows strength resides inside 
Falling in tears from eyes filled with pain
In suffering, strength does truly lie 
From this strength, Frailty derives its name

One must carry the burdens of life 
Bearing painful scars upon one's soul
For to feel the pain of your brother 
Instills the strength of both young and old

Knowledge gained through the harshest of times 
Provides the deep well from which to draw
Lending the stiff fortitude needed 
From Frailty's hidden depths, strength will claw

Tis true that Frailty is redemption
To feel, is what heart was meant to do
Without Frailty, heaven disappears
And Hell-fires, will only burn for you 

Frailty, thy name is oft mistaken 
By men blinded by the strength inside
Claiming their superiority
Seeing not past their own weak divide






Details | Quatrain | |

Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

WOE Is The Children



      ------

From the beginning and
For the end
In the name of the
Lord and Our Savior
Where dose it end
      ----
Their are such things'
They limit our behavior
No one is free
     ------
There is this menace
They call ' ADHD '
It could happen to you
It could happen to me
      ------
Fore it is a Menace
      ------
       - In -
The name of the Lord
And God is with Thee
      ----
But, this thing can be attributed
To you
It could be attributed to me
It is only a matter of time
Then We shall see....
      ------
But, now their is a
New Human Condition
That should matter to
You and me
They call it " ADHD "
      ------
They call it " ADHD '
That is what they say//
It affect our children
All that We can do is pray
     ------
And to Thee
I say, AMEN
      ------
INTRUSIVE
BOUNDRIES
TEMPERTANTRUM
DEFIANT
CONTEMPT
ANGRY
SCREAMING
VIOLENANCE
SELF-CONSUMING
SELF-DESTRUCTIVE
    ------
Just to name a few
    ------
If you have any of these
Then you will have
ADHD TOO.....
      ------
What do We assume
We do so many of these
If you sleep with DOG's
Then you wil wake up'
     With fleas'
But, We don't seem
To have that disease
     ------
So, think of the Children
Give them some room
Fore they watch us every-day
Then they go out to play
Say, If they were to IMULATE
Us, Then they woud have
' ADHD ' any way.....

               GF


Details | Free verse | |

Dickhead

“Dickhead”

There is a saddened kind of shame
a name that’s cruel and thus demeans, 
elementary obscene
a child can not reach deep enough.

It started when I read above 
my third grade level reading group
and followed to my brownie troop
then fearful fighting, flight to home.

And in defense I’d use my gift
to make up names and write mean songs-
I’d teach the boys to sing along
and charge their chocolate milk money.

With my moustache a poor disguise, 
with puffy, rubbing, teary eyes
I made myself apologize
though only choking squeaks were heard. 

Nicoleslaw Dickhead was my name
a name that’s cruel and thus demeans,
slimy side-dish dung for brains-
a child can not reach deep enough.


Details | Personification | |

I HAD A DREAM

I am looking for dream interpreters.
My name is Goodluck
Don’t swear yet please, don’t “****”
I am no president or “less”
Neither am I clueless
Parents christened me Goodluck
So if there be name sake as me
Well, that is bad luck

Like I said,
I am looking for dream interpreters.
I had a dream last night
I saw ancestors.
Breathing fire like dynamite
Asked me if I am insensitive
Or just clueless
Out of respect for ancestors, I asked them
‘Insensitive to or in what?’
“Insensitive to or in what???”
Was their angered response
“Even in this, you are still clueless”?
Their lead speaker asked

“Okay, fine! Mr. clueless” he continued
Under your watchful eyes
The plane you are saddled with,
Cries out for a pilot
For the auto-pilot can’t land it
And you are a clueless pilot
The ship you are saddled with
Cries out for a captain
For you have broken the compass
And an inevitable sink might come to pass”.

“Mr. clueless” he continued again
The streets of Jos,
Blood has become a river.
Have you seen the butchered women…
Pregnant
Have you seen the opened bowels…
Slain infants.
Religious insurgencies on the instant
United Nations office and police headquarters
All crashed landed with a bang…bomb

Churches are smashed, even mosques
The blood rivers of Jos has flowed beyond us
Now, it’s a national flood above us
Yet your greed is on the oil well
You have weakness for debt accumulation

SUBSIDY!
Your greatest height of insensitivity
What happened to profits of yester years?
Same old promise of good roads,
Good education, a better tomorrow
Yet, forty billion, a former house of reps
Single handedly stole it.
Are you leeches never ever tired of loots?
Or fear of insurgence of the deprived youths?

The people raped by empty promises of bandits
If you are in all these things clueless
Then our dreams for the country is hopeless
All leaders before you
Have creatively out done you
Hate has come to the surface
And you have lost your grace”.

Then from the dream, I woke up!
Somebody help!!!
I need dream interpreters.

THIS POEM IS FOR THE NIGERIA PRESIDENT WHO CAN’T FEEL THE NEED OF THE NIGERIA PEOPLE


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 | Couplet | |

Joy to the World

Joy to the world is a precise name 
For this poet named Joy of little known fame
For joyful I am with the Lord as my guide
With a Christian heart and a smile a mile wide
I sing His praises, confess his name
Worship the One who is without blame
So “Joy to the world, the Lord is come”*
Songs about His birth really make me hum
This is one side of me that you might see
But another exists, if you will permit me

“Singing joy to the world, to all the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me”**
Jeremiah, the bullfrog inspired me to collect a few
Frogs of green and one that was big and bright blue
Now many years later and many frogs, too
The funny side of me comes shining through
I love to laugh and try to bring pleasure
To enjoy this life and to give without measure
To honor the name my blessed parents gave
To have lots of fun, but still try to behave
Life is to live and to love, this is true
So put a little joy to the world in your life, won’t you

*(Music from Handel, words from Isaac Watts, 1719)
**(Three Dog Night 1971~words and music by Hoyt Axton) 


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Cecil-- Whats in a Name

I was named after my grandfather on maternal side.
Cecil is my name, though at first I hated it so.
Teased I was, when I was younger, you need to know.
A cartoon there was, Beanie and Cecil show, I confide.

Few may remember though many will never forget.
Cecil was a sea sick sea serpent, which swam so fast.
Always helping Beanie, get out of trouble till the last,
“Help me Cecil” would be his cry, on every television set.

Cecil has always been a misleading name, to many who heard.
Thinking they did, I was a female, then surprised next.
This never hurt me, even happens, when they read my text.
Even now, when some read this verse, may say, “oh my word”,

Cecil also supposed to mean, “Blind” not sure of this meaning.
There is not much more to say, about my first name you see.
Though now that I am older, I do not dislike it, I am just me.
When people make fun of my name, I don’t find it demeaning.

I am even really proud of it, since there are not many with my name.
Though I have run into one or two, in many different places,
I even find it fun, to see expressions, on some of their faces.
They seem happy, as I am to hear, another person called the same



written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "WHAT'S IN A NAME?" 


Details | Free verse | |

The girl with a curl

Her name is Mary
not Virgin Mary
or the girl with the dragon tattoo
it's Mary
the girl with a curl
when she is good
she is too good
when she is bad
she is too bad
in her teen years
she dated Wild Bill
and tried almost everything
jail
drugs
and orgies
but in her twenties
she married the other Bill
the guy from the hedge fund
who smells CK and wears
only Armani suits
and now she lives in a mansion
in suburbs
and has two beautiful kids

Her name is Mary
The girl with a curl
when she is bad
she is too bad
when she is good 
she looks like a saint...


Details | Free verse | |

I Am Me

I Am Me

During my life I have had so many names
Each one unique and yet the same
My personality changed with each name
I do not know there were so many changes
Maybe it was an after effect of maturing?
Maybe the old me was tired and worn from life
I know that I was born again when I changed
A new name brought new challenges
Every name was something that I was
It was me being the best that I could be
With all the time before me and all the time behind me
I know now that the changes were not from a name
The changes came from within my mind and my soul
In the end I am me and that is who I will always be.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Boxes

Some folks live in a box
a box of their own making
get comfortable there like the old woman in a shoe.
Boxes can be great protection
from the weather, from strange things
an occurrences but life was not meant to be lived
in a small box … man was given the world.

Some folks swear, they know the name of God.
[In olden times, no mere human would think …
of uttering the name of God > even if they did know it.]
And yet.. now a days [At least since men, gathered and sorted
picked and pared the writing of the ancients..]
men have gone out shouting the name of Jesus
[Letting Him out-of- the-box … so to speak,
the box of man’s mind and heart.]

Now God [The one with the capital G] 
never did like being called…
So be very, very, careful
when you let Jesus out of the box
that you don’t put your words in His mouth.
I’d say Jesus has been out of the box
since the stone rolled away from the crypt 
[Lucky for some of us, unlucky for others.]


Details | Narrative | |

A Different Perspective

Spencer just turned 7 the other day.

My wife and I adopted Spencer after many years of trying to add to our family the 
old fashioned way; then, after a few years of trying to add to our family the 
newfangled, medically assisted way.

My three biological children from a previous marriage lived with us from the time 
they were 12, 10 and 6.  By the time we got around to going the adoption route the 
two oldest were already in and out of college and the youngest was a senior in high 
school.  No empty nest for us, just a fast train to insanity.

I started my family, a story for another time, when I was just twenty-one.  After 
being the youngest father of most of their peers, I was now going to get to 
experience being the oldest father this time around.

People say that as an older parent you are more patient and understanding – I am 
not so sure that I agree; I just think fewer things bother you and you learn to 
realize that rules are not so important.  Many times, I think, as parents, we simply 
enforce rules because we can.

Spencer loves to dip his foods. He dips his mandarin orange slices in ketchup.  He 
dips his French fries in caramel meant for apple slices.  He dips his cheese in his 
yogurt.  Basically, whatever we serve him, if it’s a solid, of any kind, it gets dipped in 
the soft, liquidy food that happens to be closest to him.

Years ago, I probably would have not only tried to convince him that this was 
wrong, but I am pretty sure I would have forbidden him to do that.  Now?  What do 
I care?  If he likes it and he eats his broccoli, what do I care that he dips it in his 
pudding?

A few years ago, Spencer and I went on a father son excursion to buy him his first 
gold fish.  I asked Spencer what he was going to name his fish and, after thinking 
about it for a while, he said, “I think I want to name him, Mmmgggghh.”  

I immediately responded, almost as a reflex action, “Mmmggghh?  That’s not a 
name, that’s a sound.”

Spencer, in his wonderfully innocent way, asked, “Why can’t a name be a sound?”

Why, indeed?  

He loved Mmmggghh and loves telling people the story about his first pet.

Now some of you may read this and think I am being too relaxed in my duties as a 
father.  You may think that I should be teaching my son the “correct” way to do 
things – even as simple as how to eat and what not to mix or dip in what.

Me?  Nah.  Instead, I wish to thank Spencer for teaching me to question the norms.  
Why can’t a name be a sound?


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Neither saints nor sinners

His name is Robert
We call him Bob
He drinks
He smokes
On Friday
Dresses like Red Sox
On Saturday
Like Patriots
On Sunday night
He watches porn
On Monday morning
He misses work 
On Tuesday
Works sixteen hours
The same program
Until Friday
When He dresses like
Red Sox
And the next day
Like Patriots

His name is Bob
And so what
Names are overrated anyway
He's neither sinner
Nor a saint
Living a life
Day to day
That never starts
And never ends...



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Your Name Is Misery

Your name is misery
here to haunt me in my dreams
In my waking hours and in my sleep
Nightmares and worst fears 
of course you can make them come true
For

Your Name Is Misery

You are the demon 
That called himself a dad
You are my illness, my shame, guilt and pain
I cannot shake you 
I try to run but you always catch me
I try to hide and you find me

Your Name Is Misery

You are the cause of my pain
I used to blame myself 
But lately I have found I am not the one to blame
I was a child
Innocent and helpless
when you took my dignity, my life my sanity

Your Name Is Misery

You have presented yourself in many forms
The school counselor who tried to violate me
The Father figure who molested me
The strangers who forced themselves on me
A gang paid to rape me
A Fiance who beat me 
And killed the child inside me
The voices that torment me

Your Name Is Misery

You have so many faces 
It would take my whole life to paint a picture of you
And quite frankly 
I don't want to waste my time on you
I just want to forget you

Your Name Is Misery

I wish I could get away from you
Break away from your grasp
Take away the control you have over me
I hate being under your spell
I hate the pain you constantly cause me 
I hate crying because of you
I hate the darkness you bring with you
Most of all 
I hate you

Your Name is Misery

That is no lie
There is no mistake 
You bring havoc, drama, and chaos 
All the things I despise 
I don't want you near me
I don't even want to look you in the eye

Your Name is Misery 

I am afraid of you 
I can't stand you 
most of all 
I am mad at you 
for you have made my life a living hell
But no more 
I am cutting you out 
I have never wanted you around
It is high time 
I got rid of you 
It's time to stand my ground
I am going to take you down
I don't need you
I never want to see you 
Get out of my life 
For I am not going to let you bring me down
You are not welcome here 

Your Name Is Misery

By: Jean Shular


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Success born

5th january2012.

Before you read the poem please put together the first alphabet of each line to understand the theme…success personified (acrostic style with rhyme)

Seeds sown at the child’s birth, Understand that to be born in sin, there is no dearth. Cease to reason why the mother her name is always betrayal, Come on we all know her best girl friends are struggle, heartache, disappointment and denial. Ease into the child ears soft strain of lullabies of hardship,sorrow,grief and of people on trial. Sure we are that the father his name is sufferings, his buddies are tragedy and despair, Sweet child of the unholy union can be the one to get the electric chair, ……………………………… But is known as SUCCESS if given tender loving care, Oh its roots are always never too rich, that of multimillionaire. Rise from the crowd below and climb the steps of glory, Now on is the only aim for him so that in his memoir he can write a fine story….


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When You Fall For The Wrong One

I guess I always knew
That it was too good to be true
That I never really had you in my hand
Just a filler, a time killer
Just a soft place you could land
Not the girl that you’d imagined or had planned
 
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
As crazy as it sounds, I still wouldn’t change a thing
I wouldn’t take a moment back from us
I don’t regret the moments
When you told me everything
Won’t forget the side of you
That only I know
 
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
It’ll hurt one day, mark my words
One day when everything falls apart
When she breaks your heart
One day you’ll reach for me
You’ll see me in your dreams
But I’ll be gone
I’ll be gone
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
But I’ll be gone…
I’ll be gone…


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Falling

The final leaf is falling
Beside the evergreen
Condemned to silent winds
Their winter-full of dreams

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret

In the quiet of starry eyes
The only ones to watch me fall
Fall from your dreams
Like a sparrow from a tree
Like a heart from a string
And when I just wanted to be real...

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret

Falling like a last snow
Like a memory of long ago

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret X2


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What Must I Do

What does it take?
To find what we search for,
and, even harder, to keep it?
What must we do?

I seek no endless glory,
I do not desire that my name be sung
down through the ages
or even remembered by more than a few.

I seek no greater affluence,
I do not desire that my name be known
as a merchant's, a rich man's,
hopefully just comfortably well-off.

I seek no pile of women,
I do not desire that my name be screamed
in the throes of passion
by ones who shall forget it thereafter.

I seek no store of power,
I do not desire that my name be heralded
as one of influence on others,
on anything much more than my own life.

The one thing I seek is companionship;
I do desire that my name be shared
with one to talk to and be near,
one to walk the winding ways of this world with me.

What does that take?
To find happiness with my other,
and to keep the fire alive?
What must I do?


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Dignity and infraction

I dip the tip of quill
deep in my hearts inkpot
and cross my name with blood
out the record I got.
My name will not be found
in the book of passion.

I wish I could erase
my desires madness.
But how forget the past
if remaining sadness
still painful hurts my soul?
Rainbows turn to ashen.

The open gates to dreams
tempting and forbidden
are with repentance closed.
I will keep them hidden,
ask pardon for my flaw,
fighting my dispassion.


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She Is Called Ruth

She is called Ruth, Ruth was her first
since then she has been hailed and cursed
by other names.  This one is couth;
Ruth was her first, she is called Ruth.

The name means love, it's biblical
like the Ruth therein - merciful.
never letting push come to shove
it's biblical; the name means love.

She's not ruthless, forgiving flaws,
unpretentious, wants no applause,
precluding guile, daring kindness,
forgiving flaws, she's not ruthless.

She has a hope in this brief life 
to live her name in joy, in strife,
to show God's love, to help folks cope.
In this brief life, she has His hope.


Andrea Dietrich's "Swap Quatrains. Let's See What You've Got!"


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The evils of war

Was not every one a child?
Joy to their mother and father
And growing up as a kid
With wonder and laughter

Then they go to school 
Playing games having fun
And become a voice for others
When they don’t have one

Then some give hope to the people
Giving speeches from their tower
Then commits inhumane atrocities
When they get the taste of power

Today the worlds are full of hate
An evil that has no end
While many starves to death
For war money are spend

Men like Adolph Hitler, Robert Mugabe
George bush Jr, tony Blair, ayatollah Khomeini
Kim jong ll, idi amin, Benjamin Netanyahu
Just to name a few criminals of humanity

Pol pot murders millions in Cambodia
And the world close their eyes
The unspeakable crimes in Rwanda
Where over 500.000 people dies

I guess if the country had oil
They would have been alive today
But if you are poor nation
The United Nations looks the other way

Some kill in the name of religion
Some kills to steal your land
Some are kill by drones for just
Attending a wedding function

Hundreds of innocent are killed
By drones that they can’t see
But they are just collateral damage
But not those at Benghazi

North Korea says we have
weapons of destruction's right here
But they went to search in Iraq
Kill millions but find it nowhere

The evils of war will continue
Many more bad days still to past
More war criminals to be born
And be children playing on the grass

Many choose to cover their eyes
If it doesn't affect them, they don’t care
So while sit here writing this poem 
I can’t help it but shed a tear


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Whiskey Christmas

It was Christmas Eve; I was a prisoner of my own divide.
Lost in mind, clad in drunken sadness, caged up inside.
Alone and forlorn my thoughts laden with whiskey lies,
Memories seem so distant, only a week since goodbyes.
Christmas tree glistening, blurry in my vision of tears,
Flashing lights bright, neighbors Christmas party cheers.
No presents or joy in this household upon this night.
Sorrows, misguided gulps of liquor, cloud my sight.
Heartbroken, gloomy devouring the demon filled drink.
No more, no less, my eyes roamed over as I did think.
Hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of memories of no more,
No more, love by a lover, no daughter to teach the score.
Left me in a house, no longer our home that we shared,
Only I and this half-empty bottle, feeling impaired.
She left me, taking my child a thousand miles away.
While here in this house of torture, me and myself stay.
Every corner a recollection blinks by crystalline light.
Splintered and speckled by the twinkling star so bright.
Atop the now barren tree which had shined with joys.
Years before cluttered with wrappers, boxes and toys 
I slam a big gulp down my throat, since this was my first.
Night of my debut to the evil of whiskey blinding thirst,
Never before had drunkenness been a quest or even a try,
This night she devoured my soul, not wanting ever to cry.
Intoxication was a desire, though not ever beyond joy.
My virgin body of drink has choked me unable to deploy.
Sour mash tears wash down my face, wiping my eyes.
I hear my built up agony; pour out in inhuman cries.

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Ironies and Absurdities

I can barely breathe 
through the 
poisonous fumes 
of carbon monoxide 
emitting from the 
obsolete vehicle 
I drive to the 
non-smoking 
restaurant. 

Tourists grumble 
about the heat 
in Florida 
while construction 
of another Publix 
replaces 
one hundred acres 
of nature's cooling 
trees. 

News of another captured 
and subsequently murdered 
alligator soothes 
the minds of many 
residents bent on 
denying their own 
culpability. 

Children curse 
their parents 
who allowed 
the television 
to raise their babies 
then wonder where 
they went wrong 
by sending their 
ill-equipped offspring 
to deal 
with an unfair 
and uncaring society. 

Wal-Mart and Blockbuster 
on every other corner 
bleeds the American dream 
from the life-line 
of a country 
demanding 
the world take notice 
of our great freedom 
and liberties. 

My elderly aunt 
suffers from the ravages
of Alzheimer's 
while I drive my 
cancer-riddled dog 
in my carbon monoxide 
emitting car 
to the vet 
to be released 
from his never-ending 
agony. 

I see institutions 
built for religion 
honoring
the Tibetan tradition 
in the name of 
preserving culture 
on another continent 
by the same government 
who requires 
my Tribe to submit 
a fifty page form 
requesting permission 
to have a 
pow-wow. 

In the name of justice 
a dominant people 
dictates how 
another country 
should conduct 
the business of 
a land they intend 
to export jobs to 
that will render 
their own people 
without hope 
who will wonder 
why they didn't 
vote. 

A Native American Indian 
shakes away 
the thoughts provoked 
by the question 
of the land today 
as opposed to the 
savage new world 
celebrated in the guise 
of seeking freedom 
against their 
oppressors 
in a world where today 
there are few freedoms left.


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Marie

Marie

I’m that shameless child
Riddled with ADD,
Born to be wild and free.

My name is Tanya, but
My middle name is Marie,
I’m comfy in running
Shorts and a tee.

My favorite color is blue,
My eyes are that color too.
I’m terribly afraid of donkeys,
But I’m great at air hockey!

I love the humid summer air
It’s great for my curly hair
Being married is my worst nightmare!


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La Historia 101

La Historia-101, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

Imagine, I cannot
To feel their lost
Longing for the return home
Rejoicing behind closed doors
Criminal act
Propagate servitude with miserable pay
Runaway between breaths
Hunted 
Capture, captive
Criminal act
Rape once again, over again
White women turned the other way
Power instilled by any means necessary
Emancipated January first 1863

Imagine, I cannot
Overseas journey, long nights 
Not knowing what awaits
The other side 
Driven by hate, broadcast faith
Golden Goose displays false imageries
Selective stay, citizenship
Manipulations to project extreme dislike
Plant self loathe
All in the name of supremacist tendencies
Reached land
Meenay, miny, mo
Criminal act
Los Marielitos, 1970’s

Imagine, I cannot
Under the hot sun
Vast land of sand, predetermined path
Self-sacrifice in the name of family prosperity
Uncertainty
Dreams fuel by promises
Human trafficking, lottery
Slavery
Death
Destiny
Either way, criminal act

Imagine, I cannot
Whispers of sterilization
Population control
Blinded by land’s riches
“I must have” translated to ‘let me help you prosper”
Fed ideas of growth
Second guessing labor intensive industry
Rise of unemployment, 1960’s
Restless machetes stored away
Land’s fruits stolen
Justify 
Criminal act
Under false pretences, little you give lots you take
Migrant float picture of your lies
Grasp in the hand of the devil

Imagine, I can
Two thousand eleven is the year
Headlines a fluke, mostly ignore by news
Recent voices speak of fear
Fear to seek an education
Fear to seek shelter
Fear to seek food
Fear to roam about
Inhale life’s smells
Capture life’s colors
Tattoo life’s experiences
Criminal act

Imagine, I can
Flickering lights getting closer
Fused back light
Finger print attempt for a burned out back light
Tif for Tat between Blue and Morena
Unnoticed the color of his skin
Minutes after, does it really matter?
Blue soldier with a license to destroy
Destroy without questioning lives of those tricked
Brought under false pretenses; full of hope
Penniless
Left to die
Wrongfully accused
Dreams shattered
Hopeless


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Marijuana

People around the world
Are smoking marijuana
Just like a coconut tree
Is god’s gift to nature?

But some men with power
They gone and make it illegal
When every one knows
The real problem is alcohol

Since the beginning of time
The tribes would come together
And they smoke the hemp
To make peace with one another

It’s a gift to mankind
Just Like the grass in your yard
Now they arrest you for this?
I think the world has gone mad

For some smoking marijuana
Does help focus on they studies
And its use by doctors, lawyers
And professors in universities

If you get arrest with marijuana
You will get a record for life
But some can walk in a store
Buy alcohol and drink and drive

It has so many different verities
Of alcohols in the store
But still they say we can’t 
Pick an herb and smoke no more

The tree of life grows by the river
Says the book of revelations
And the leaves of the tree 
Is the healing of the nations?

Marijuana cures much illness
It’s a healing remedy
But some use it to get stone
And that’s not the way it should be

These people are crazy today
They even abuse regular medication
So you can’t class them with others
Who use it for healing and meditation?

It has a name for the stoners
And its simple they’re abusers
And the name of others
Well they’re the real users

People are getting obese
By the fast foods of today
Yet it’s completely legal
To sit down and eat you life away

Cigarette is very dangerous
But the powerful like to smoke
When every day you see on TV
It cause cancer and leads to stroke

So if I want to smoke a joint
In the private comfort of my home
Then you should make it legal
And just leave me to hell alone


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I Am Trebor

Who am I?
My name is Robert
It was given to me
I didn't choose it
It is a common name
Too common
No true identity of its own
There are a thousand thousand who share it with me
If my name were different
Not as common
Would I be different?
Could another name make me smarter
More creative?
Or better looking?
I never had the chance to find out
I was named after another
He named me after him
Hoping that maybe I would be like him
I was not like him
I could not be like him
It was always as if I saw things differently
My world was not his black and white
I observed
I questioned
I saw colors, words and rhythm in everything
I was the opposite of him
Maybe he should have named me Trebor?
Then my life, my vision, my name
Would never be shared with anyone




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IN THE NAME OF GOD

IN THE NAME OF GOD

So much is said and done
In the name of God
For good, for evil
To give credit or blame

Who are we to use 
The name of the Holy One
God Most High
To explain our own actions
Which may be righteous
Or on the contrary
Only a deception 
Of what is truly
The will of God

Care must be taken
To avoid misrepresenting
The Creator
Judgment for idle words
Abusing one another
And God’s name
His character defamed

Lies believed brings destruction upon many
Ignorance rules in the heart of
The unredeemed, the unrenewed
Even the knowledgeable
Often lack sound judgment
But in the end
God will not be mocked 
And His truth 
Will be evident to all

mja


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Minim

Raindrops fall into the sun
As every thought now dies in incompletion
Shadows, everywhere
The world, one shade
One restless, dead vibration
And in every street
Are signs that tell me who I'm meant to be
Lost meaning, empty wallets strewn like sand across a desert plain

The same, the same, all is the same
I look to the heavens and cry out
Ashamed for all I couldn't help to be
These shadows of an image I can't see
Cast in the clouds that had silver horizons
Lost now, in such a calamity of color
I can't help but feel now deep inside that

I have never been before

I have to say
In no name in particular
I'll always be
Where you want me
Where you want me
    To be

Streaks across the window pane
Aspersions never seem the same
Creep down into my heart like veins of darkness
Of such mystery
Things made in me that I can't help but claim
As hope
Or fear
I don't quite well remember which or when
But then was only time
And you
And me
Nor life nor sanity
And all these hollow words
These things that creep from out our souls
And cast aside all claims to anything but emptiness
I hear the singing softly

I have never been

I have to say
With no name that
I'll always wish to be
Where you want me
When you wish me
We

Hope

Hope

Wish that we
    could be


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In the Need of Prayer

There are many of our friends and families who are no longer with us this day
So in the name of Jesus for them we will pray
We reach towards the hands of God, the Lord and master of our lives
We worship Him and praise Him in His son's name, The Lord Jesus Christ
We look up to His face, we look up to His eyes
We honor HIm today, we glorify Him who lives up high
How excellent Is your name oh Lord down here on earth
We magnify your presence, we place you first
We stand before you today oh Lord In the Need of Prayer

We come to you oh Lord as adopted sons and daughters
Exalting your name like all good children ought of
An whenever the seasons of life happen to intercede
We come to you Father God with our hands stretched out in need
We trust in you completely and thank you for all that you have done
Our hands in supplications because of the sacrifice of your son
Forgive us for our guilty feelings, our doubts and all of our fears
Remove the iniquity form our hearts, a burden we no longer wish to bear
We stand before you once again oh Lord In the Need of Prayer

Let your son's blood cover us and give us the breath of life
In the name of Jesus, the Kingdom that is Christ
Who died for our wholeness, who died for our sins
We thank you for the salvation and to be back in your good graces once again
By the covenant of the blood that was shed on Mount Calvary
On the crown and on the cross for all humanity to see
We stand before you this day oh Lord in the Need of Prayer


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Spread Your Wings, Little Angel

Don’t be afraid of your destiny…
Stand tall and look forward into the future

Yes I know that there maybe times
When you feel like pulling yourself away
Withdrawing back into your shell
Thinking you can’t do anything
Contrary to what you believe
You are capable of pushing yourself
You are intelligent and powerful enough
So raise up your head and believe
Don’t let others get inside your head
For only you have the power…
Let your emotions be your guide
As you go and make a name for yourself

Go and spread your wings, little angel
Soar high and don’t let anyone stop you
You have a gift that you have yet to discover
That will save us all and this I believe!
Don’t be afraid of your destiny
Stand tall and look forward into the future!

Happiness… Sadness… Anger and… Passion
Let these emotions flow

Trials that stand in your way
Would be overcome once you believe
You’d be amazed at what you can do
Because you could before
Open your eyes and don’t be afraid
You can’t keep cowering everyday
I can feel something inside of you
Waiting to be unleashed
Remember these words that I say
For they may be the key you need
Listen to my word and get up
For you’ve yet to know the truth

Go and spread your wings, little angel
Let those wings of yours shine bright
Nothing will pull you down if you have faith
So you must raise your head and believe!
Don’t run away from what’s before you
Stand tall and peer deep into the future!

Don’t let others get inside your head
For only you have the power…
Let your emotions be your guide
As you go and make a name for yourself

Go and spread your wings, little angel
Soar high and don’t let anyone stop you
You have a gift that you have yet to discover
That will save us all and this I believe!
Don’t be afraid of your destiny
Stand tall and look forward into the future!


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The Final Result Of Man's Earth

Deserts stretching as far as the eyes can see
Lake beds and rivers
Once teaming with life lie dormant
Most dried with cracked mud
A lovely pattern of cracks
As intricate as any spider’s web
Hills which once were covered with trees
Plush and green
Full of life
All gone in fire and heat
Not even a blade of grass remains
Naked and barren
Their stone reaches for the sky
A sky of unending heat
With no breezes, no rain to cool it
It roasts all who looked for a single cloud
A cloud that never arrived
What has man wrought upon the world?
A world that a gracious God loaned to them
Green, plush and inviting to human kind
They did not realize what they did
Lives ended in the name of progress
Lands decimated to feed the living
Now, man is gone
The animals are gone
All that is left is a dead planet
Without a single blade of grass to start again
Was this God’s plan?
Or did man try to go beyond God’s plan?
A stupid fumbling child
Thinking that he was more than God
With that thought he destroyed a world
And with the world he destroyed himself
All in the name of progress


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Randy Andy

Yesterday I had a beer 
In a place that was near 
Soft light and music filled 
The sight of you left me thrilled 

Your name I did not know 
But oh I loved your body so
Thick but lean, muscled and tanned 
What a fine specimen of a man 

I sat and sipped and watched all night 
At lips that promised sheer delight 
Of arms that could capture me 
Unbridled passion now set free 

Your eyes blue grey with such depth 
Languid lust that silently crept
Arousal concealed under shadow of lash 
Upon Love's shore I yearned to crash 

Someone said your name aloud 
I heard it float through the crowd 
Andrew they said your name to be 
Randy Andy I hoped to me 

Randy Andy with hair so fair 
Magnetism that caused all to stare 
A body made for hands to explore 
Leaving me yearning and needing more 

I decided to try and attract you 
So up beside you to give you a view 
For such was the ache inside off me 
Begging loudly for you to set it free 

You turned your head and found my eyes 
As if you suddenly heard my cries 
Reaching out you touched my hand 
Lust's fire burned and did so expand 

I was so focused on your sexy lips 
As you gently moved your fingertips 
Lost I was in your touch 
I wanted you so very much 

So imagine my shock when you spoke 
In that high pitched little girl croak 
I shook my head, I didn't believe 
Your voice did so absolutely deceive 

My beautiful sexy dream of a man 
Had a voice as scratchy as a old tin can 
Lust took off and went straight to bed 
Reality quickly raced through my head 

If that wasn't bad enough you see 
Your breath stunk and your IQ was three 
Within a minute I knew you were a Neanderthal 
Clearly visible even through all the alcohol 

It shook me from my dreamy reverie 
What had I been thinking anyway 
To fall for someone from afar 
Is like wishing on a blessed star 

For wishes rarely turn out to be 
What you thought you wanted to see 
So now I know the right thing to do 
Look past the looks to the inside and true 

Ah Randy Andy I thought you were the one
In you I saw the rising sun 
But once it shone, I found the glare 
Way to harsh to sit and stare 

So now my search begins anew
To find love within my view 
But I will always look deeper within 
For someone to spend my years in sin


Details | Didactic | |

The Afrikan Diaspora

The Afrikan Diaspora

Includes all of humanity

One great big extended family

Sharing a single commonality

To form one global community

Though throughout our collective history

There has been atrocity after atrocity

Committed with hubris and hypocrisy

Sometimes in the name of democracy

Or in the name of a theocracy

Which ignored the Commandment

Of honor thy father and mother 

So that your days may longer

Instead they neglected their mama

Because of a deep psychic trauma

That created the Whiteman’s burden

Which was a guilt-ridden conscience

That came from committing injustice

Out of compounded ignorance

Just like the Arabs in the Sudan

Killing fellow Muslims because of black skin

And this is what they’ve historically done

‘Cause to them a slave is an Afrikan

And one just can’t blame the president

Rather blame those that run our government

For it’s no longer for, of, and by the People

And has it ever really lived up to its credo

When big money multi-nationals call all the shots

For the haves and have-mores, but not the have-nots

They purchase legislation and executive orders 

To further their control to dominate others

They write foreign policy to benefit themselves

While the World’s poor majorities live in the hells 

That the elite have created out of greed and stupidity

And even causes our selves to forget our humanity

And this goes beyond labels like Christianity

For all belief systems when looked at objectively

Is adoration to God from Her creation 

And no group or individual can show justification

For attacking or discrediting another’s belief system 

As long as it’s equitable and is consistent

With the natural laws the Creator established 

To keep us in check and maintain the balance

                                                          


Details | Light Poetry | |

One thing in common

One thing in common


There are different factions
In every nation
Fighting wars to get a reaction
 Only bringing us pain and dissatisfaction

No one cares about the children
Who they claim to be fighting for
And nobody wants to talk about it
So peace can thru the door

 And the only thing they have in common
Some of them like the same songs
So I got an idea to try to stop the fighting
If I can get them all to do sing along

In the name of the john~ let’s give peace a chance
In the name of George ~ we can work it out
In the name Paul ~ let's live together in harmony
In the name of ring ~ put down the guns lets twist and shout

So many different religions
But there’s only one god
And each wants the other 
To die by the sword

And all claim to be working for the lord
But how can you go to heaven
God can pick out the false prophets
And all the blasphemes hadean

How many children must die?
For they to begin to care
How many mothers must cry?
In pain and despair


But if they really love the children
Then I come up with a plan
To break down in sections 
So they all can understand

In the name of Jesus ~ let the children go
In the name of Muhammad ~ set the children free
In the name of Rama ~ let the children grow
In the name of Krishna ~ let the children be

Let’s see what happens 
Only the future can tell
Bet many who say they work for god
Surely will end up in hell

It’s funny how man can go to the moon
In ships of metal fuel,and glass
And right here on earth
They can make peace last


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Contributing To The Story (part 2): Enhancing God's Glory

we have a tendency to develop a foolish pride when we see our name on anything
be it an award, certificate, team jersey or a championship ring
we think we need titles to feel important in life
but none of that contributes to the story that is Jesus the Christ
your name on a jersey won't make you play better
a title after your name won't change the content of a letter
your name on a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame
doesn't guarantee you a life of happiness without some pain
so what have you contributed to God's story?
what have you done to enhance His glory?

In the Scriptures there's this woman who anointed Jesus with an expensive oil
yet only one person is referred to in the text and that's by his negative foil
he was denoted by his affliction, his disease was brought to attention
he then had the nerve to criticize that woman for her unselfish deed
until Jesus told him to "leave her alone" because for Me she fulfilled a need
that man seemed to be more worried about the oil's cost
and couldn't perceive that the life of Jesus was about to be lost
he acted like he was so concerned about the ever-present poor
but Jesus saw through the hypocracy that he tried to implore
that woman was spiritually motivated when she made that sacrifice
she contributed all she had to the story that is Jesus the Christ
God only desires that you do the best that you can
when wholly subscribing to His righteous plans

yet that woman with the alabaster jar her name is never mentioned
but her contribution to the Biblical story has gotten everlasting attention
in the scheme of life your name is not that important and a title won't make you great
as it's only what you've contributed to the story or done to enhance the faith


Details | Rhyme | |

The Memorial

Fingers gently graze each letter
Carved into the stone.
In death and for eternity,
No name will stand alone.

The friends and families gather;
The reflecting pools reflect.
Pretty soon there will be strangers
Come to offer their respect.

Everyone who lost a loved one
Has been shattered and bereft,
But each name is made of memories,
Which is all that they have left.


Details | Narrative | |

left behind

This whole place is set ablaze. 
Smoke is filling these lungs. 
I'm looking for the fire escape. 
The sirens ring aloud. 
I can't make out a single face in the crowd. 
Where are you? 
You said you'd never leave me behind. 
Where do you hide? 
I can't breathe. 
These fumes are looking to take the life out of me, but still i push to make 
my way out. 
Forced to crawl as the flames reach for the skies. 
How desperate i am just to find you. 
I scream your name as i make my way through this burning building. 
Struggling as this structure tries to make its way to the ground. 
It's going down! It's going down! 
Searching for you, my eyes blinding by this haze. 
I'm trying to find my way out of this maze. 
Where'd you go? 
You said you'd never leave me behind. 
I'll make it out of this alive or die trying. 
I hear the siren's cries. 
Pushing forward trying to make my way through the door. 
I don't know how much more i can take. 
It's getting harder to breathe with each breath that i take. 
Save me. 
This is exactly what it seems. 
Trying to survive as this fire tries to baptize me. 
Get me out! Get me out! 
You said you'd never leave me behind. 
I scream your name in one last attempt as this fire consumes me. 
I'll never forget your smile as much as it haunts me.


Details | Free verse | |

THOUGHTS OF GOD, FREE

I THINK,
(GODFREY THOUGHT)
… I’LL SHORTEN MY NAME!

GOD’S NAME IS I AM
MY NAME IS GODFREY

I AM GODFREY,
GOD IS I AM;
THEREFORE,
I AM GOD

I THINK, THEREFORE I AM
GOD THINKS, THEREFORE I AM
THEREFORE, 
I AM GOD

I AM, IN LATIN,
IS “SUM”

GOD
IS THE SUM
OF ALL THINGS

GOD IS THE I AM
OF ALL THINGS

GOD IS THE I AM
OF ME
THEREFORE,
I AM GOD

SO, AS I SAID,
(SAID GODFREY),
I THINK
I’LL SHORTEN MY NAME – 

TO FREY!!


Details | Free verse | |

CHANGE YOUR NAME

Change your name…

Change it for one that with its scorching stigmatic fervor will evoke blood from 
those who hear it. That the word detonates at the level of voices and that the 
ferocity of its enunciation’s chars your tongue at the moment that it escapes your 
mouth. Change it for one that is cunning. Change it for another that will be a 
mirror 
that reflects the falsity of its songs. A name that once spoken out loud will wrench 
the feathers from the wings of angels that are in the vicinity of the conscious.

Change your name…

Change it for one, which instead of screaming in hushed tones, will resound. 
One 
that reflects your anguish and murders you every time you hear it. One that will 
challenge the word of God. Change it and discard the one that was nailed to your 
forehead. Remove the veil of your name and replace it for a new one, although it 
might become a shroud. Change your name of shame for one of damnation. 
Change your name of supplication and submission for one of sin.
Change your name of dead Royalty, although it might be the one of a bastard.

Change your name so that at the beckoning…
You will not answer.


Details | Verse | |

On Bended Knees

Though my transgressions are many,
though my virtues are few,
though at times I’d forgotten You,
You did not give up on me.

On bended knees to You I pray,
on bended knees your name I say,
bless this soul that come to Thee,
teach me, Lord, your way.

In this life of pain and sorrow,
hope is so hard to find.
I know You’re there watching over me,
shaping my life night and day.

You have been so kind to me, Lord,
You’ve been a friend all along,
many a time I had doubted You,
now at last I see the light.

Let me give back what I have taken,
let me atone for my sins,
hear this prayer that I pray to Thee,
I’ll praise your name till the end.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Name

My first name is ‘Disconnected’
Middle name is ‘Lazy’
Last name ‘Daydreamer’

I live in the state of ‘Constant Want’
Near the city of ‘Desperation’
My house is located on ‘Barely Making it Avenue’

My main desire has been ‘Living my own Life’
Yet my actions in obtaining it are ‘Freddy the Freeloader’
Please Lord, change me!  Make me who You meant for me to be

Give me the strength to stand up, courage to take a chance 
Fill me with Your love and Spirit that I not fear failure
That I may be a blessing to others and glorify You

Forgive me for living as my name states
I know they are not the name that You gave me
Yet they are the ones I took upon myself

Now with You, Lord … My first name is ‘Joyful Singing’
Middle name ‘Thankful Spirit’,  last name ‘Saved by Grace’.
I am a child of God, living in Your Care!


Details | Free verse | |

Do you?

When you hear His voice call sweetly yonder
do you turn quickly to walk away?

When He soothes the hurt that another inflicted
do you glibly scowl and sway?

When He asks you to do a work for Him
are you looking for an excuse to run?

When He sends someone for you to touch
do you say, “I’d rather be having fun!”

As His eyes fill with tears and His heart breaks in two
Is it true that you don’t even care?

When your time comes to die and you wrestle with fear
Do you lay there using His name to swear?

He whispered your name many a time
It was not His choice that you knew Him not

It was your heart that was closed to His voice
You made the decision ... you’ve earned what you got.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sacrifice

I name these vessels
My lonely freedom
Their destination
Confiding in demons

I paint an eyeless
Returning feeling
The arms that hold me
My evil’s kneeling

I write for downpour
Regret this shelter
I cry before her
But hide forever

I torture my past
The things that made me
A child that died for
Something they won’t see

A man that’s faceless
Prays that we all burn
The son that witnessed
Has fading concern

I name these vessels
My only freedom
The hands of angels
Burn for my demons